Shame On Me || satoru gojo x fem!reader

monster

The grass is damp beneath your feet as you tend to the garden you had finally had time to start. Yaga had sent Gojo out to investigate after your recent outing, given that a grade one curse shouldn't have been present during your mission. Yuji had taken care to mention to you as well that "Nanamin" had seemed nothing short of furious as they had discussed the mission. It was heartwarming, to say the least. Along with Gojo being away in Ginza, Choso had been sent out along with Yuji and another student you had yet to meet to investigate a potential cursed object. Either way, it allowed you a moment's peace.

Golden rays warmed your skin, cascading down over the quiet landscape of the school. You bring the back of your forearm up to wipe sweat from your brow, the sunhat adorning your head not enough to block the heat. Smiling to yourself, you brush dirt from your hands as you finish planting a row of white peace lilies.

Letting out a gentle sigh, you borrow Miriko's technique for a short moment, watching as you focus your cursed energy on one seed. The seed buds, pushing through the soft earth and flowering in seconds. You hold the pristine white petals between your fingers, gentle and careful as you admire the gorgeous blossom.

Taro's head raises suddenly, bolting from his position beside you to run circles in front of your visitor. Curiously, you follow his movements, a smile finding your lips as your eyes land on Kento. He's smiling warmly at you from the edge of the treeline, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He isn't wearing his usual blue shirt and yellow tie, but rather a simple white button-up shirt and tan slacks. He's the definition of handsome.

"Pretty," Kento comments, honeyed gaze soft and calm as he approaches you with hands in the pockets of his slacks.

Your pink-tinted vision falls to the simple curves of the petals gently held between your fingers. The corners of your lips upturn as you turn your gaze back to Kento.

"Thank you," you grin. "It's the one thing I can do with Miriko's technique that doesn't come at a cost," you explain, fiddling mindlessly with the edge of the petal.

Kento hums slyly. "I didn't mean the flower, dear."

Your lips part, eyes wide as you stare at him, your words failing you. Your cheeks warm, the heat spreads quickly to the tips of your ears and base of your neck and you're thankful for your sunhat blocking much of the flattery painted across your features. Your heart pounds against your chest in your moment of weakness, earning a heartfelt chuckle from the man who scratches behind Taro's ear and makes his way over to the flowerbed, kneeling beside you.

"A peace lily?" He asks, tilting his head curiously and you're surprised to find he recognizes it.

You nod, finding your voice once again. "Yeah, they're always the first flowers I try to grow."

"Is there a reason for that?"

Your eyes fall to the flower, the only sprouted one in all the flower beds around you. Your smile fades, a solemn expression tugging your lips into a frown. "They're in honor of someone," you whisper, letting your silence speak for itself.

Kento understands, his hand finding solace in resting gently on your shoulder as his thumb rubs small circles over your bare skin. His touch sends electricity through your every nerve as you're forced to remain in place to avoid shivering.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to bring anything up," his voice is kind, understanding. You got the feeling he was far too kind to push the subject if you weren't ready to talk about it.

"You didn't know," you flash him a somewhat bittersweet smile, the most you can manage as you attempt to erase the images of the hospital so long ago from your mind. "What brings you here?" You ask, changing the subject. Releasing the peace lily from between your fingertips, Taro sets his head on your lap, his tongue lolling out happily. Your hand finds a place between his ears, scratching his thick fur.