Hello! I really like your work, And I was wondering if you can do an Gojo x foreign F!Reader where reader is in united nations parliament (in short a politician or...diplomat I dunno how to put it) and Gojo and her first meeting was when he was assigned to protect her when she came to visit japan out of 2 reasons; 1-)reader is a major influencer in united nations parliament 2-)she has high levels of cursed energy but slowly both starts to develop feelings for each other (hope this isnt silly)
anon i’m sososososososo sorry this took me so long! dis long as FUCK tho but i really liked the idea + i’m using second year gojo for this bc hehehehe he’d be a SIMP <3
“gojo, couldn’t you at least try to make yourself look presentable? we’re meeting with a diplomat, after all. couldn’t you have worn something more... formal?”
the white-haired sorcerer lazily lolled his head to the side, looking at his best friend with a smirk. “no need to be so mean, suguru! jealousy is not a good look on you,” he mused, straightening his posture and lowering his dark glasses down the bridge of his nose, crystal eyes fixed on the double doors.
“besides, she’s just some boring old diplomat. she afraid someone’ll steal her crackers or something?”
geto rolled his eyes fondly and shook his head. “come on, satoru. give her a chance,” he said, lips stretching into a lazy smirk. “you’ve never met her. and i’ve heard she’s quite the beauty.”
“please,” satoru scoffed. “she’s probably old... and saggy...” he stuck his tongue out and scrunched his face up in mock disgust.
though gentle, the voice coming from behind the two managed to startle gojo, forcing a yelp from his lips and causing him to jump away from the voice. next to him, geto chuckled, turning around to face principal yaga, and you, the woman that stood next to him.
“l/n-san, welcome to japan.” suguru bowed his head, a smile on his face.
you waved a hand dismissively, your laughter an unfamiliar, yet pleasant ring in gojo’s ears. “oh, suguru, I’m not any older than you are. please, just call me y/n.”
at the sweet sound of your voice, gojo almost snapped his neck turning his head, eyes growing wide as they landed on you. you were, by no means, a grumpy old lady. you couldn’t be! there wasn’t a wrinkle or gray hair in sight.
you were actually... really fucking pretty? your skin looked so soft, gojo wanted nothing more than to reach over and touch you; to brush his fingers over the blush darkening your cheeks. and oh, your eyes. they easily rivaled his own in their beauty.
was he drooling? god, he hoped he wasn’t drooling in front of his future wife. how embarrassing would that be?
an elbow to the ribs brought gojo back before he could start fantasizing about how cute your children would be, and he shook his head to pull himself from his little daydream. in that moment, you smiled, biting your lip to stifle your laughter.
gojo decided you were the prettiest when you smiled.
you lifted a hand, chuckling quietly and shifting your gaze to geto, who was snickering at his best friend’s bewildered state. “be gentle, suguru,” you said, your eyes now on gojo. “i’m sure he was expecting somebody else.”
“y/n, this is satoru gojo. he’ll be looking after you during your stay here,” yaga said, gesturing vaguely towards the white-haired man (who was, frankly, a tad offended at the gesture).
nevertheless, gojo stepped forward with a crooked smirk, bowing before you and taking your hand in his when you reciprocated. he pressed a kiss to the delicate flesh as the two of you straightened up.
“it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n-chan.”
before yaga or geto could scold gojo for his lack (er, excess?) of etiquette, you lifted a free hand, signaling for them to let it go. then, you laughed. “satoru gojo, the pleasure’s all mine. i’ve heard much about you.”
“nothing good, i assume. but, i have to ask,” he started, leaning forward with his hands in his pockets. light eyes peeking over his favorite sunglasses as he lowered his head to look at you. “how come you need a bodyguard, a sorcerer as powerful as yours truly, at that, when you have enough cursed energy to power three of us?”
“well...” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head upward to look him in the eyes. “truth be told, i’m sure your elders aren’t thrilled that i’m here. i know mine definitely aren’t.”
“ah, so your elders hate you, too?”
“more than anything in this entire universe. familiar with the concept, satoru gojo?”
“change is a bit of a touchy subject with them.”
“ah, they're just a bunch of old farts.”
gojo made you giggle, and he found himself wanting to make you laugh more. so, throwing an arm around your shoulder, he brought you close, white teeth bared in a grin.
“i think we’re gonna get along just fine, bunny.”
yaga and geto exchanged a defeated sigh.
