𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

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"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭; 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭."

~ Mignon McLaughlin

⚠️ slight language warning!

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘆,
consisting mostly of Gojo pointing out his favorite places to grab a sweet treat, or places where locals would relax and shop at. There were moments of attempted flirtation, yet y/n had a tendency to scoff or ignore him, though the flushed color on her ears made it clear that she somewhat enjoyed it. That was good. Gojo made a habit of buying little trinkets for her, keychains and cloth bags she could use for her art supplies. Y/n, not being one to leech of off another's wallet, would always attempt a wrestle at getting her money out first, to which she would do to no avail.

The sorcerer had a tendency of being very skilled with his hands, retrieving his cash and snatching her's away from the cashier simultaneously. To this, y/n would jump upwards, trying to grab her money from his hand as they walked out of the stores. Gojo, being a 6'4" tease, would hold it just out of reach, laughing as she'd try to pull his hand downwards.

There was a time when y/n caught him "off guard," if the most powerful sorcerer could be considered that. She pulled his hand downwards, holding it with both, shrieking when he attempted to lift his arm back up. Y/n had looped an arm around his shoulder, her body pressed against his, face only a few inches away.

She hadn't noticed, but Gojo did. He could see every detail of her brown skin, every pore, every freckle, and he adored every inch of it. She was perfect.

Her hair tickled his neck as she finally retrieved the money, her nose brushing against his cheek as she spun around, satisfied in finally getting her cash back. Y/n turned on her heel, walking backwards to a stationary store, waving for him to catch up with her. He felt that strange tingly sensation, the same one from the bakery. With a grin, he caught her stride, pointing out a f/c notepad that he would then secretly buy for her.

It was very obvious there was no plan or conclusion to the sorcerer's tour, but as they seated themselves at a partially full bar, it was apparent their Tokyo roaming had ended.

Gojo retrieved their drinks from the bartender, spinning one to y/n before placing his on the opposite side.

"You come here often?" He joked.

"Not this," she groaned, though she was humoured by his corny gag. Dipping her head in appreciation for the drink, she gave it a sip.

"I've gotta get back to the studio soon, I can't have Jiro close. I bet he still ain't sweep yet either."

Her words had loosened around Gojo, becoming sweet and familiar. Occasionally she'd mix vernacular English into her sentences, better expressing how she felt in the moment. He loved it.

"Ah, same here," Gojo replied, stretching. "Work may need me to take care of some things tonight."

Y/n tilted her head. "Where do you work?"

"Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Tech, Jujutsu High for short."

"A teacher?" Y/n attempted to hide the shock on her face, but Gojo pointed at her.

"You're surprised!"

"N-no, I just-" she stifled a laugh- "You don't seem like the teaching type. I'm sorry..."