HOW YOU MET YOUR BOYFRIEND
ᥫ᭡-your at the beach alone, and all of a sudden you get hit with a volley ball. Of course the perpetrator says sorry to you, but when you lay your eyes on each other your both in awe.
You lie on the busy beach, near those who play volleyball. Although you're not paying any attention to them, due to your (favourite song) playing through your headphones as you relax while the sun burns your skin hoping to leave a sun kissed result.
You reach over to your bag, grabbing the book that you have recently been obsessed with.all of a sudden instead of hearing music its replaced with children screaming, people arguing, and most of all the volley ball players
You tilt down your sunglasses to get a good look at the players. Your eyes gleam at the sight, its all,very, healthy men who have a six pack, maybe even eight.Thankfully, they don't notice you ogling at them as they have full focus in their intense game
Before you do get caught, you look away.
You pick up your book, put your headphones back on your head, and lie so the sun is facing your back.
The book abandoned on the sand,open, you lie fast asleep while the sun is your very own blanket.
What your sleeping state doesn't expect is a volleyball to hit you in the head. Your head jolts from the impact and your headphones fall off of your head, making you groan in annoyance.
“What the hell” you mumble out while rubbing the back of your head.
You turn, and look over to the makeshift volleyball court as you know it will be from where the ball came.
Nearly all of the men playing stand still, looking at you, expect the one who is running up to you.
A few of them smirk at him .
As he gets up to you he crouches and gets all up in your space”hi..,yeah, im sorry that happened i didn't really mean to hit you in the head”he fumbles out.
You sit up, and take your sunglasses off, slowly your eyes become un blurred and when they do you lock eye contact with him.
“No worries, just don't let it happen again, yeah?” you manage to whisper not thinking of what's blurting out of your mouth
You feel like a fool,but he obviously doesn't think anything bad as the world's widest smile sits on his face as he admires you
Gojo thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's laid his eyes on. He doesn't want to go back with his friends and play volleyball; he would rather sit with you.
He breaks the weird silence between you “it wont ill make sure” to hopefully make you laugh, he salutes.
It works, you let out a small laugh. Not that it's even possible Gojo's grin widens
“Im saturo gojo, but you can just call me Gojo”he introduces himself, as he wants to hear the name your ethereal looks go with.
“Im y/n” a slight blush creeps up onto your face.
Before Gojo can compliment you he gets interrupted, by his friend, geto, “we need the ball,idiot”
He grumbles “well i need to give them their ball back” he grabs it next to you. When he leans over beside you the aroma of cologne swipes your nose, it’s addicting.
You want to hear more of this saturo gojo.
You expect him to give them the ball and they all continue play, but, no he runs over back to you.
His friends already know his fate, and that he's going to fall for you.
“Is it okay that i sit here with you?, im due a break.” he asks you and of course you couldnt say no to his glistening eyes and dopey grin
“Of course” you say and shuffle across your towel and allow him to sit next to you. Both of your knees slightly touch making you blush but the redness from the sun saves you.
The reason you're like this is because you haven't had a proper boyfriend since highschool which was a few years back.
You leave your headphones and decide to have faith in yourself, you start a conversation for the first time in your life “do you come here often?”
Gojo stares at you to answer while you look into the distance, he's admiring you and analysing your facial features
“Yeah, me and my friends always play, especially when it's hot, do you?”he finally answers after he got distracted by you
“When I'm not working and when it's nice, yes” you work in a small cafe that does well for the size of it, but it being so popular results in you being overworked.
“Where do you work?” he questions you, trying to make it not creepy but he's gonna go and visit you.
Your taken back a little but reply anyway “ you know the cafe near the courthouse”
He's shocked, about a hundred times he's been in there and never seen you before “WHAT! I've never seen you before”
“I used to work in the back, but now it's more popular i work at the till” he hums and thought he wouldn't be able to miss ya
“let’s have coffee some time” he suddenly says and who are you to disagree. You exchange numbers and plan to text each other that night.
this is my first little fic so ya. any ideas for this let me know
I’m gonna do a pt2 if this does decent
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