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It had begun to rain the moment y/n looked out the window belonging to a sitting area, giving way to a lush, artful garden lined with cobblestone just outside of the gallery.
An orchestra comprised of percussion, woodwinds and strings played softly in the corner in black formal wear, eyes focused on the sheet music before them as they entranced the audience with their melodiousness.
Everyone was busy sipping freshly served champagne and observing the preshow of former collections from numerous Japanese artists.
Y/n leaned her head against the cool glass as she closed her eyes. The pattering subsided her thoughts as she stared.
Guests would view the newest features of art within an hour- the directors had informed her and the other artists, though they seemed to already be showing up, excited to see the upcoming artists of this era.
In one section of the massive room was a display of blooming cherry blossoms, it's long branches stretching along the ceiling with the occasional drapery of flowers above. A stray petal fell from a branch, tickling y/n's nose as it landed upon her.
"Heya, excuse me. Comin' through," she heard a familiar voice say, making her open her eyes to see Satoru smoothly weave through a group of people with two dainty glasses of champagne in his large hands.
He drained one down his throat before depositing it on another server's tray, then grabbed an additional glass afterwards. With a flick of a cheeky smile at the glass, he proceeded to take another sip from the fresh champagne.
The maneuver seemed to catch the eye of some women in a group, making them giggle lightly at the man slightly below their age. He didn't pay attention to them at all, however, pushing through to get to where y/n told him she would be.
Behind him were his three slightly damp students, scowling at the fact that they had to run from the parking lot to the establishment. It irritated them even more when they realized their sensei could have protected them from the weather by encasing them in his Infinity.
Their anger cleared when they finally saw the woman they and their sensei adored as she waved them hello.
His eyes seemingly widened just from seeing her under the warm lighting, her disposition so dainty yet strong all at once. The glitter in the inner corners of her eyes sparkled as her eyes fluttered open.
"Y/n-saaaan!" Itadori and Nobara cried out, as if they hadn't just sat in the car with her for an hour and a half to get here.
Megumi smiled as he joined them, smoothing down his black dress shirt and slacks.
Uncrossing her legs, she stood, hugging each one of them as tightly as she could. Funnily enough, her heels gave her quite the height advantage in comparison to the kids, making her slightly bend her knees as she wrapped her arms around them.
"She's just like Megan! Y/n-san thee Stallion!" Yuuji whisper shouted to Megumi, making him sigh.
Todo would be sobbing if he saw y/n- the fantasy of this made the salmon haired teen puff his chest out of pride.
When she got to Satoru, she placed a small kiss on his cheek, letting her arms fall from his shoulders and to his sides.
"Hey beautiful," he addressed her, trying to say it as casually as possible, but the cute grin on his face said otherwise.

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FanfictionGojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the ne...