𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

.｡*♡ Warmth .｡*♡

<a/n: sorry for the long wait for this chapter,, ive been busy with school and applying to college (aHH)
I'll do my best in updating regularly but if i don't, now yk>

word count: 2,630

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Six o'clock.

A white haired male with handsome features strolled through the busy streets of Tokyo, his suede shoes clicking on the pavement. His black collared shirt and matching colored slacks contrasted heavily on his pale skin, giving him a reflective appearance; ghostly, like the moon.

Yes, that's what he was. The Moon. He bounded up the steps to a studio covered in various pots, none of them the same. It took him a moment to touch the door, almost like he was nervous. With his eyes closed, his head tilted upwards to the sky as he let out a deep sigh. Then, he knocked. Once. Twice. An annoyed looking young man answered, taking a hot second before inviting him inside. It didn't take long for him to return to the street, though this time, he was trailing after the woman- the goddess- the city people had seen so many times, though her name was a mystery. Naturally, their eyes flew to her.

Her white dress held her body in all the right places, billowing playfully as she declined the stair. Her (h/c) hair was secured in a (f/c) bandana with curly tendrils flowing from the front. White heels touched the pavement below before she twirled around and called for the man catch up. The white haired man, now in full view from the covered studio, had a haze of rosy pink starting from either tip of his ears, with his mouth slightly open in awe at the Sun before him.

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"Did I tell you that you look lovely because by god, you look amazing."

"This is the eleventh time you've said that, Gojo."

"And I'll keep saying it again~"

He watched her pucker those glossed lips as she sighed, fighting off his persistant crooning.

"Don't play with me, Shades. Flattery gets you no where. You know that," y/n crossed her arms as she faced him, tapping her thigh against his.

Gojo shrugged, trying not to laugh. He had a tendency of finding everything funny nowadays. His eyebrows scrunched together, like he was challenging her comment.

Slowly, the sorcerer inched closer to her, playfully tapping his chin. "Are you sure...?"

"I hate you," she muttered, though she was no where close to even disliking Gojo Satoru.

They sat in silence, the kind of quiet where you know the other is resisting the temptation of bursting into laughter. She side eyed him before narrowing her eyes, though she felt herself break. The duo simultaneously snorted, letting out a hearty guffaw, to which y/n was quick to offer an apology to the taxi driver.

Gojo had ordered the ride to the dining establishment, and y/n hadn't a clue where they would be eating. 'My treat,' was what Gojo had said, to which y/n jokingly replied with a request for it to not be a bakery of any kind, since that was what he typically had a craving for. He promised it wouldn't.

The taxi veered to the sidewalk belonging to a grand glass front building. The face was well lit by skylights lining the crevasses of the roof, which was also an area available for seating. A crystal fountain in the shape of a woman in silks sat to the side, brightened by the same lighting. Her round jug in her hand overflowed into a clear pond, where large koi fish swam about, dining on lush plants that blossomed from between the smooth rocks.