Gojo x Reader
"You don't want this and I know you don't, women can never hide their feelings well, can they?" He jokes which it immediately earns him a glare to which he holds up his hands defensively.
"Hold on sugar, it's for the good of our clans isn't it? I think we should think of it that way. You don't HAVE to love me but just pretend you do." The white haired man says while shrugging.
The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, have been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly made to help "build bonds".
Your eyes are filled with fury at the mere word 'sugar'. You wanted to punch his smooth, pale face right then and there. But this idiot was necessary for the sake of your clan and it's future so, you had to hold back.
Gojo saw the look on your face and chuckled before reaching out his hand. You wanted to tell him to shove it but you knew it wasn't 'proper' so you reluctantly shook it.
"By the way, my names y/n not
'sugar'."
you say taking your hand back. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a smirk.
"It's a habit of mines I suppose, although it's a cute nickname, is it not?" He teased not caring about the visible annoyance. In fact he finds your irritation amusing.
You walk away knowing that if this conversation continues for longer you would most likely burst into a fit of rage. While going into the kitchen you grab a cup of wine, a wine glass and a seat. You sit at the table and pour the maroon colored liquid till it reached the rim. Gojo, who is not too far behind, follows you into the kitchen and leans onto the modern fridge, eyeing your every movement. Despite his confident outward demeanor, his insecurities were starting to surface. The blue eyed man hoped this wouldn't be as difficult as everyone said it would be.
Usually all the girls would be gawking over him, and normally he would ignore them. He likes the attention. But you're the very first girl to have no interest in him whatsoever. Technically, this was forced, but who knows, maybe you can have a change of heart?
"So" you say finally breaking the silence.
"How long does this shit hole of a marriage last?" He raises his eyebrow at this question but response with:
"Until one of us dies, or breaks the agreement. Though if we play our cards right it'll be over in no time." He brushes his pure white hair back with his pale hand.
"Great now I have to deal with you for the rest of my life" You mumble under your breath and roll your eyes.
"The feeling is mutual" was his snarky reply. His lips curl up into a horrific grin.
"And besides, I don't bite~"
You shudder at his response. Directing your gaze away from his pearly white canines, You examine the man in his standing position, actually getting a good look at him this time. He was fairly tall, maybe 5'8? The only times you'll see him is when he had that black satin cloth over his eyes. You were amazing when you first gotten a glance at him. When your parents introduced each other. His eyes are a beautiful crystal blue. You've never seen any eyes like his before. Makes him stand out from the rest. But as you've learned before: All guys are the same.
"Hasn't your parents told you it's quite rude to stare?" Asks the man giving another snarky remark.
You avert your gaze and take a sip of your wine.
"So what exactly do we have to do?" You ask ignoring his question.
"Oh that's the easy part, you and I just have to pretend that we're madly in love in public and then I guess I'll try to win your favor in the privacy of our own space, simple as that" he says fiddling with his snowy white hair.
You get up from your seated position and take your glass with you. "So what I'm hearing is, I don't have to put up with your childish antics." You waltz into a spare bedroom and lock the door behind you.
Despite the situation at hand he found your outburst rather entertaining. He sits outside the room leaning his head against the door, waiting for you to eventually come out.
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It takes a few hours but you eventually come out to eat. You're just as stubborn as he thought you'd be.
"Ah, there you are darling, it took you long enough" the white haired man says dusting off his trousers.
You come out of the room completely changed. Wearing a hoodie and some shorts you found. Not something you'd usually wear but it'll do for now. Your hair, semi wet from when you took a shower, was the first thing Gojo touches as a sign of affection. Just to see if you'd allow it. Which you did.
"I'm just a bit hungry, I'm not out here for you" you say coldly
"Well that's fine, but it just so happens that I've already prepared a meal for you"
He takes your wrist and drags you to the kitchen.
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While Gojo places a plate in front of you filled with (your favorite dish) and a cold glass of water next to the plate, you both exchange glances.
"How do you know my favorite food?" You ask reluctantly
"I happen to know a lot about you y/n"
Well that took you by surprise.
First he calls you by your actual name and not some cringe nickname, and second he knows your favorite food?? Who is this guy?? Have you known each other before? Crossed each other's past? Who knows.
With a sly smile he gestures at your plate wanting you to eat. You weren't sure if you should be genuinely impressed or creeped the fuck out. The lack of information you've given him made you wonder how well he really knew you.
"Hm" was the only thing you hum as you brought the fork to your mouth, letting the food slide off the fork and onto your tongue
"Not bad, although it needs a little seasoning"
"So?, not bad for my first time?" He says grinning.
"Nope not bad, not bad at all"
A/N: Part 2 coming soon 🫶🏾