gojo x reader (very fluffy)
the fear of being rejected eats you alive everyday but today.
maybe it was that compliment the barista gave you when you were picking up a coffee before your shopping trip, or maybe the fact your skin glows when you ovulate. or maybe, it’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid your eyes on who whacked your anxiety in the face.
you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man like him. his white hair perfectly placed perfectly on his head, complimenting his chiseled face. it was as if god sent down angles to carve out each ridge and angle of his face. and his eyes? so blue they peaked through his extremely dark glasses, as if they were glowing. it was kind of scary if you really think about it.
you where both only separated by a glass window, his eyes occupied by what you assume digimond plushies. you quickly took out your phone, your fingers rapidly typing something before walking up to the window and knocking to get his attention.
his head almost instantly snapped to look at you, noticing you holding up your phone to him, a smirk creeping up his lips the moment he read it.
“are you single?” it read. he looked at you, his face only beaming with approval. he shook his head, shaking his hand near his neck as well to better execute his message. he can’t risk miscommunicating to a pretty girl like you!
you giggle as you type back on your phone and he can’t help but stare, your smile captivating him into a trance.
his mouth drops open, is this girl serious? does she not know who she’s talking to? his questions got answered by the way you where smiling and laughing. he smiles at you again, putting back the agumon plushie in his hand and quickly making it out of the shop and get to you.
you quickly put your phone in your pocket, trying to calm your laughter down and act as natural as you possibly can but before you knew it, he was right in front of you.
how’d he get here so fast? you around and then back to him, attempting to play dumb.
“i think you can madam, do you think you’re funny?”
you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the smirking that’s been begging to creep out.
“no idea what you’re talking about, you must be seeing things.” you cross you arms. you try your best to dismiss the way he looks down at you with a smirk by looking away as if your eyes didn’t immediately disobey your senses, looking back at him. his posture must kill seeming he must always looking down at people.
“right.. maybe i am. it’s not everyday a pretty girl like you actively attempts to humiliate me.”
“humiliate?!” your voice slightly rises adding a lace of disbelief to better sell the act. “i would neverrr, you must have the wrong girl.”
“maybe i do,” he threads his fingers through his hair. “but im going to need your number justtt incase, can’t let a suspect slip through my fingers that easily.”
theartofmadeline
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