𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 | gojo satoru x reader

7: ". . . I Just Never Saw Him Much."

     After coaxing the name of the event out of Gojo, which you had also then learned was an extremely important charity event, you had managed to find the exact dance you needed to learn on YouTube. You needed to learn the dance on your own first before you made any attempt to work with him.

      Which you were incapable of doing, because it turned out you weren't just tripping over Gojo's feet yesterday, but also your own.

     You were supposed to be a trained fighter. You fought curses and mentored others on how to do the same for a living. Why couldn't you cross step without falling flat on your face?

      You were spending almost every spare moment of your life trying to learn this dance, including your lunch break. Now you were alone in the staff room, your phone in your hand as you attempted to watch both the screen and your steps at the same time.

      You were almost finished. You were almost there. It was just that one step that was driving you insane. Step back, cross leg over, step out, step forward, place foot behind and dip—

     Maybe it was because you were attempting to perform a dip on yourself. Your dumbass was so stubborn that you'd preferred to dip yourself rather than do it with Gojo.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you huffed out to yourself, dropping your phone onto your desk as you flopped down in your chair. "Stupid Gojo." You heard a knock, and you turned, your heart stopping dead in your chest.

"Haruka."

She had looked as beautiful as the last time you had seen her, which would have been about three months ago, when she and Gojo had still been together. Her long black hair falling straight down her back, so long it almost reached her backside, and a beautiful green flower clip you had recognised pinning back one side of her hair. You recognised the clip from when you both had been shopping one time. She had shown you it and even complimented how nice it looked on you, but you had insisted she take it. It wasn't your style, and it had looked so much nicer on her anyway. She was reluctant, but bought it anyway.

       Standing there and looking at her, you noticed things that weren't there before. Her freckles were something that was definitely new, something you assumed was makeup. Or maybe she wasn't wearing makeup, you weren't sure. Her skin always seemed perfect. Her lips were a deep shade of pink, which you had already learned was natural. She flicked her big brown eyes toward you, and it just then occurred to you how much she reminded you of a cartoon baby dear. Like Bambi.

She smiled kindly toward you, a brown cardboard box in her arms. "Hi. I'm sorry to interrupt.'

     "No," you scoffed, waving a dismissing hand at your phone. "it's nothing important. Do you need help?"

     "If that's okay," she laughed nervously, pink dusting her cheeks, clearly embarrassed about needing assistance. You didn't hold it against her, the box looked really heavy. You rushed over and gently took it off her. You were right. You weren't sure how far she had walked whilst carrying it, and you would've applauded her for carrying it for more than thirty seconds if you could.

     "Uhm. . ." you had to refrain from straining when you spoke, "where should I put it?"

     "Ah, it's Gojo's things, so I'm sure his desk is fine," she said softly, avoiding your gaze.

     Oh.

    You looked down in the box, noticing similar things you had found at Gojo's place. Sighing, you moved over to his desk, not being overly careful as you dropped the box onto it. You heard Haruka chuckle from behind you, and you looked at her, noticing her smiling and shaking her head at you. "Nothing seems to have changed between you two."