#once again morgan proves that she is unable of writing anything but shitty mutual pining goodnight

[seoafin]

yknow i was thinking... cause gojo kinda shortcuts a little if you flirt back with him right? so what if the rip!reader accepted his shibuya proposal? (in an alternate universe ofc cause who would actually be crazy enough to accept a proposal with a ring pop even if it’s THE gojo satoru. like the mans gotta put in SOME effort right?) what do you think gojos reaction would be to the acceptance?

Just a thought but what if reader accepted Gojou's fake proposal and starting saying all those cheesy stuff in return. Making gojo regret ever trying the fake proposal lol

He’s mid sentence, talking about children, when you proclaim, "Yes."

The crowd goes quiet, and you have to bite your lip from laughing at the way he stops, mouth open, the smile frozen on his face like a badly timed picture.

"....come again?"

You try to say it as seriously as possible, but the mirth in your voice is unmistakable. “Yes, Satoru, I will marry you.”

His smile slightly falters as you take a few steps closer.

He’s still on one knee, looking utterly confused when you pluck the ring pop out of his fingers. Half eaten. You resist the urge to snort. Figures. It’s sticky as you slide it on and take a bite out of it, staring right into his eyes. You shoot him an award winning smile as the crowd laughs. 

You outstretch your hands to him. You’re still chewing on the pieces of his candy, and he looks at you, an odd glint in his eyes. After a second, he takes your hands in his and rises to his usual height, towering above you.

Satoru flashes you a teasing grin, as if he wasn’t shocked into silence just seconds ago, but it’s off by a few centimeters, and not quite the one you’re used to. You're too busy looking at him, eyes obscured by black lenses to notice the feather light pressure of his hands dancing on the curve of your back.

“Well,” he starts cheekily, “aren’t you going to kiss me? I’m waiting!” 

You pause. Oh. You had...forgotten that part. 

It’s fine. Satoru’s kissed tons of people. You on the other hand…at twenty-three years old you can count the number of people you’ve kissed on your hands. One hand.

Without thinking too much into it, you catch his face between your hands, rise up on your toes and bring him down to plant a chaste kiss on his lips, eyes closed. 

You’re embarrassed when the crowd erupts into applause, but they disperse soon enough with wishes of a happy marriage. The school girls are the last to leave, deep sighs on their lips as they sneak longing looks at the man across from you, who once again, seems shocked into silence.

You exhale when the two of you are finally alone in Shibuya crowd. You tug the ring pop off your finger and toss it into the nearest trash can.

“If you wanted my attention so bad, you could’ve said something,” you say dryly over your shoulder, and then you start walking. 

It’s not until the two of you are near the school that you glance at him from the corner of your eyes. His hands are tucked into his pockets, and he’s suspiciously quiet, face rearranged into an almost contemplative look.

Now he's looking at you.

You come to a sudden stop, feeling fidgety underneath his scrutiny. Maybe you shouldn’t have...

"That was… ” you clear your throat when your voice comes out too small. “It was just a joke! I know you’d rather die than marry me. I’m not going to—” you break off. You don’t know why you feel so uncomfortable. He’s made it abundantly clear that he’d be shocked if any man wanted to spend the rest of his life shackled to someone married to their work.

You turn to face him, but he's looking at the Sakura tree off to the side of the road.

“If we did…”

Your eyebrows furrow at his even tone. You might even say he sounds...serious. You inwardly brace yourself.

“Get married,” he completes, and you blink at his words. 

Huh?

You stare at him, appraising him in silence. He gives nothing away.

"You don't...by any chance have some secret fiancee you’re trying to get rid of, right?"

He scoffs, his expression giving away to a split second of fond exasperation that has your heart caught in your throat as he staggers back, mock offended. "What kind of man do you take me for!”

And just like that, he’s back to normal.

You roll your eyes, but then you catch the logo of a familiar convenience store lit up by neon lights, and brighten. “Wait right here!”

The 7-11 welcomes you with a warm chime above you. You scan the aisles, take what you had been looking for, and pay.

Satoru waits for you outside, leaning against the railing. You bounce over to him.

“Here,” you press the ring pop into his hand. His fingers curl against your hand almost immediately, as if searching for your warmth. “You were probably annoyed I took your ring pop right?”

He doesn’t answer. You watch him as his head tilts down to where your hands are conjoined, and that look is on his face again. Even though you can't see his eyes, you can tell he’s thinking, and you know that underneath that playful guise he’s always thinking, the gears in his brain locked in a never ending chain of processing new information and outside stimuli, but this is...

Before you can pull away, his grip on your hands tighten. He looks faintly amused when you look up at him, perplexed.

He sighs, and you see the moment his demeanor changes. His lips twitch upwards, and there’s a mischievous edge to them, like he’s keeping a secret. 

Then he taps you on the nose.

“You shouldn't go around just kissing guys like that you know! Who knows what some unsavory characters might do!”

You can’t help it. You burst into laughter. 

“That’s the funniest thing you’ve said today,” you respond lightly, and he makes a noise of protest, taking the ring pop with his other hand, and sliding it into his pocket.

He still hasn’t let go of your hand yet, so you tug him forward a few steps with a squeeze.

“Come on, let’s get going now. I wanna see Shoko!”