#this is one of those nightmare situations for chiyo i think asdf but oh if they were dating and gojo pulled something like this

[quietlyblooms]

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips ( gojo )

different kinds of kisses | @resolutepath is a menace!!

she hasn’t thought about her crush for a long time.

every teenager has them; chiyo wasn’t the exception, even if she liked to pretend she was. but nothing ever came of them, always pushed to the back of her mind and ignored. it was better that way. easier. in a society that always took more than it gave, chiyo didn’t have the heart or time to pursue something like love.

she still doesn’t, though she would make time for the right person. she already does, though it doesn’t cross her mind that her efforts have ever come from a place that wasn’t purely platonic. chiyo simply cares about gojo. for all the trouble he enjoys stirring up, he's her friend. plain and simple, and she'd laugh if anyone were to suggest that things weren't so simple between the two. even if there once was a time chiyo did yearn and pine and imagine what dating him might be like, that time has long since passed.

she had a crush on gojo when they were teenagers. she doesn't anymore. she doesn't even think about it.

butterflies don't even flutter in her stomach when he unexpectedly leans into her space because gojo just does that, never having respected anyone's personal space. it's normal. chiyo doesn't care anymore, but then he tilts his head. he grows close enough that she can feel his breath fan across her face, and it's as gojo's glasses slide down his nose to reveal blue eyes framed by cloud-colored lashes that the butterflies begin. it's then that it occurs to chiyo that some feelings never really go away no matter how long she ignores them. her breath catches, heart trips over itself, gaze drops to gojo's smile — yeah, she’s just stubborn.

and too eager. stupidly so. as chiyo leans in, gojo’s leaning away and spouting something about a sakura petal caught in her hair. half-lidded eyes go wide, her mask utterly demolished in an instant; then embarrassment colors her face bright red, and fiery indignation has the woman pushing against infinity to get her old friend as far from her as possible. now she remembers why she chose to ignore her crush all those years ago.

“ go— go punch a curse or somethin’! just get outta my office! ” why? gojo whines, and chiyo feels like an idiot. she can’t do this right now. she’s redder than a strawberry, and the damned sorcerer isn’t the least bit pink! worst of all, she played right into his hand, unwittingly exposed her heart, and it’s all meant to be a joke, a moment of meaningless teasing like any other. but for her, it’s not. she desperately wants it to be meaningless, but she knows damn well it’s not.

chiyo doesn’t give up on pushing gojo even when he barely budges for her, meeting his bespectacled eyes with a scowl and a huff. her anger conceals her desperation to escape him. she thinks. she hopes... it probably doesn't. even if she weren't caught off guard, that's the problem with knowing someone for so long. there isn't much she can hide anymore.

“ ‘cause between you messing with me and the load of paperwork i got today, i’m ready to retire early! ” the blonde gripes, finally giving an explanation. “ now, go! bug kento if you’re still bored! you’re givin’ me a headache! ”