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

12: "I'm Poor."

      "I own a suit already," Gojo grumbled as he reluctantly trailed behind you as you walked along the sidewalk.

      "If it's the suit I'm thinking of, no you don't," you replied dryly. "It's faded and crinkly and somehow dry, which I didn't think was possible with clothing. You're getting a new one."

      "Whatever. I don't wear tuxedos to these things anyway, so what's the point?"

      You frowned at him at that statement, stopping on the side of the path to look at him. "So what do you wear?"

      He stopped with you, not even bothering to get out of the way of other people. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy."

      You rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrist, continuing your walk while basically dragging him behind you. "How long have you been going to these things?"

      "Years. Hold on," Gojo stopped suddenly, looking in the window of a certain store. The sudden halt in his pace forced you to be yanked backward, and you stumbled. He pointed at it. "I wanna go in here."

     You looked in, noticing the fancy suits and dresses all up on display on gold stands, the white marble floor glaring at you like it knew about your dirty, crusty shoes. You nervously hummed before mumbling to Gojo, "Dude, I'm nowhere near fit to step into that place."

      "And what, you think I am?" Was Gojo's immediate response as he gestured to his outfit. And he was right. He had a black hoodie, his usual pair of sunglasses, and some black skinny jeans with a rip in them, along with a ratty pair of uncared-for Docs. "You think rich people walk around in suits and ties all the time?"

       Well yesterday you had assumed that they carried around literal bags of money, so of course you thought that. Looking at him, you shrugged.

      "Just," Gojo sighed, grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, before opening the clear glass door to the store, "come on."

     You protested, pulling back, but unfortunately he was stronger than you and pulled you in. Due to the ruckus you guys made, a few people in the store had turned to look at you both. You felt your face get hot as you shyly tried to hide behind Gojo's tall frame. He didn't stop you, smiling at everyone in the store. "How's it goin'?"

      Most ignored him and continued on, a couple people smiling in acknowledgment before also continuing their quest for clothes. A man approached Gojo, and you couldn't help but admire his features and the way he carried himself. "Gojo~ How have you been?"

      His spoke in a gentle tone, and you almost mistook him for a block of butter with how smooth his voice was. Gojo smiled at him, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it. "Mr. Kamisato. I've been very well."

     You were slowly coming out from behind Gojo, not really confident enough to reveal yourself yet. You watched as they caught up with one another, taking in the man before you. He had long baby blue hair, tied up into a tidy bun, a few strands sticking out here and there. His long bangs fell to the sides of his face, framing his face and making his dark blue eyes stand out against his pale skin. You noticed a small beauty mark by the corner of his mouth.

      He had on a white suit, the blazer unbuttoned revealing a silk light blue button-up. He turned his head for a moment to point out something, and you noticed the long gold hairpin in his hair, keeping the bun together. The ruby flowers hanging onto it swayed slightly as he moved his head, and it was only when Gojo fully nudged you in front of him did you realise you had been staring for a while.

      Kamisato kindly smiled at you, holding out his hand. "Hello, my name is Ayato Kamisato. And who might be the person unfortunate enough to join Gojo today?"