When Someone Reminds Me That All My Crushes Are Fictional:

TAEYONG — PUNCH

View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART SIXTEEN

[𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘼𝙐]

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝟭) 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [𝘆𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗵] 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 [𝘆𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀] 𝟮) 𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 [𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘁𝘄 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲] 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘄-𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝟯) 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗵. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲!! 𝘆𝗮𝘆𝗮𝘆!!!!!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 || 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲…

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

As you walked through the factory’s entrance hall with the other winners, the children, and Mr. Gojo, you found the inside surprisingly toasty for such a dreary-looking factory.

The fact almost escaped you as you watched the two little girls struggle amongst themselves once more to get through the factory entrance doors first in a mad dash, once again displaying a highly competitive nature. And the tense, sharp words shared between the two men chaperoning them were also a bit distracting in their own right. But Mr. Gojo swiftly put an end to all of that as he ushered the entire group inside with an impatient tap, tap, tap of his cane against the ground and a reminder of just how “late” everyone was.

Now, everyone is following behind a silent Mr. Gojo as he walks through the halls- head held high and gaze forward. At the same time, you fell in line with your younger brother, who decided to take refuge towards the back with you as everyone else surged forward. While the factory entrance hall was grand in size, it was mostly bleak and empty. Tall, gray walls with small windows dotted randomly across the space and the single red carpet runner that stretched out very, very far. You’ve never been in a factory before, so it’s obvious you can’t say much about what is or isn’t supposed to be there. But as a guest, you can’t help but be surprised about just how…meager it looks. The outside wasn’t flattering at all for a candy factory, sure. And you didn’t think it fit the personality that you had picked up from Mr. Gojo in your short time together. But the inside was empty and lonely and cold. Well, it only seemed cold. Because in actuality the factory really was surprisingly toasty for such a bleak and unforgiving area.

And you weren’t the only one to notice that. 

“Any chance you could cool things down in here, Gojo?” The pig-tailed girl’s father, Mr. Atsuya Kusakabe speaks up gruffly within the uneasy silence that surrounded the group. Beside him, his daughter Momo shakes her head in agreement, looking less than impressed. “Some of us are from areas where the weather is normal.”

Naturally, you’re inclined to agree with their words. You’re not one to complain too much, especially when you know something is objectively better than what you face at home, but it is getting to be a bit stuffy in here. So much so that everyone (except for Mr. Gojo, oddly enough) who had brought coats decided to shed them almost immediately after stepping inside. And you were starting to regret your choice of attire for this event. Your mother’s sweater dress was the nicest thing you could grab from her closet without going overboard and you had an easier time taking care of your tights compared to your pantyhose. But right now, those two things only served to get make you a bit hotter under the collar than you can handle. 

And of course, the way Mr. Gojo would look at you whenever he glanced back in the direction of you and your brother didn’t exactly help, either.

“I would, but…” Mr. Gojo starts to respond, a smile teasing on his face. He stops momentarily, to look through the crowd. Though once again, you can’t help but notice how his gaze stops on you once more. His smile grows wider. You swallow nervously, trying to fight off the feeling of butterflies that stupidly started to invade your stomach. You can’t tell if he’s genuinely flirting with you or if you’ve just been out of the game for far too long at this point. Whatever it is, you just hope you’ll figure it out before the day is over. Because no way in hell can this end up good for you. But luckily, you didn’t have to dwell on that thought anymore as Mr. Gojo had just turned his gaze away and began to speak once more. “It’s good for the workers.”

His words didn’t leave a lot of room for explanation. Something that all the adults in the room found a bit more odd than the children did, considering all the rumors spread about this place.

“Workers?” Ms. Nagi Yoshino pipes up, a questioning lilt in her voice. She looks around the room, and the rest of the adults follow suit- noticing the very apparent lack of signs of life. “I didn’t know there were workers here.”

“There aren’t supposed to be.” Ms. Mei is next to cut in. Her voice is level, but there’s an accusing nature to her words as she stops moving with the group momentarily. Despite being a total stranger to you all, her commanding presence is enough to get the rest of the group to stop moving at the same time. That said, you did almost run into her back as she stopped moving so very suddenly. A sight Mr. Gojo unfortunately caught a quick glimpse of, judging by the amused upward quirk of his lips despite the pressure he was about to get. “No one has been seen coming in and out of this factory for years. Care to explain?”

Ms. Mei Mei crosses her arms over her chest, looking like the very image of calm and collected as she questions the man who just allowed her and a few others to take part in the chance of a lifetime. Her charge, Ui Ui, on the other hand, starts to get a little antsy now that things have stopped. He begins to tug on her arm, a whine in his voice as he pleads with his guardian to drop it because he could ‘smell the candy from here’. Although you didn’t have quite the nose that that little boy had on him, you were inclined to agree with his words.

At this point, you all haven’t made it very far into the factory. While you’ve made it far enough for the large factory doors you’ve all stepped through to close neatly behind you, the hallway you’re in only seems to lead to one door at the very, very, very end. This means that unless these walls suddenly start to open up into something quite literally made of all things sweet and magic, you have a feeling you may not be seeing anything interesting for a long time. Unfortunately for all of you, Mr. Gojo seemed to have taken the bait and had eaten it right from Ms. Mei Mei’s hands. 

“Really now? You don’t say…” You could hear him hum lightly, meeting Ms. Mei Mei’s challenging gaze head-on. His usual smile was replaced by a pensive, thought look as he began to search his mind for an answer. However as seconds passed by, you found yourself growing more and more curious of the answer. Considering the fact that he still had the large pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes from view, not much of his expression was readable- even with him facing towards the group. Though it struck you as odd as he had yet to take them off despite being indoors. But then again, almost everything about this man struck you as odd. “Perhaps you need better eyes. I see my workers all the time. Let’s go.”

With that, Mr. Gojo’s thoughtful expression turned into a smile once more. It was a somewhat unfriendly smile. Full of annoyance and his utter distaste for being questioned like that as he bore his teeth a bit in her direction- almost as if he was expecting to be challenged once more. When Ms. Mei Mei didn’t say anything more, the unfriendliness of his smile eased up a bit as he turned on his heel and walked forward, completely shutting down any future conversations about this with a simple move. Only this time, he has a noticeably faster stride. With his long legs and impressive height, it doesn’t seem to be much of an issue for him- even considering the limp he “had” just a few minutes earlier when he was first spotted coming out of the factory. But it did have you throwing up an unseen eyebrow at the sudden change, once again not sure about what to make of the situation.

But that had to be saved for later. You and all the other less tall people hadn’t realized just how fast he was moving until he was more than a couple of strides away with no desire to slow down in the slightest. So now, it was time for an awkward game of catch-up as everyone in the group rushed to follow close behind Mr. Gojo, in fear that they’d test his patience again and be left behind (although Ms. Mei Mei had no problem with taking her time following after the group).

But the sudden change had ignited a fervor among the children, who had fallen somewhat silent in the short stand-off that had just occurred. Far in front of you, the girls, Yuki and Momo rushed forward once more before they were just able to fall into step right behind Mr. Gojo. Though they were too far away for you to understand what they were saying, you spotted the two of them looking at each other and speaking momentarily, before nodding their heads in unison once and locking arms together. Perhaps a new friendship was formed. Though based on the wary reactions of both girls’ fathers as they went to catch up with them, perhaps it was more something akin to a pact.

Right behind them though was Ui Ui, determined to try to make it to the front. While he didn’t seem to possess the competitive nature you saw sparking up in both girls, it was obvious how eager the boy was about what he could possibly experience on this tour. It was a far contrast from the other young boy, Junpei, who had resigned to being dragged by his mother as she tried to convince him how fun this would be if he would just be willing to work with her for one day. It was at this point where your brother decided to leave your side, and started making his way up to where Junpei was- leaving just you and Ms. Mei Mei to bring up the rear. 

Although Yuuta's words didn’t seem to have as much of an effect on Junpei as your brother tried to talk to the other boy in an attempt to make friends, the eye roll you could see Junpei give him as he began to walk alongside everyone normally was a bit less hostile than the looks he was giving his mother earlier. At least that was a start.

The group trudged on with low voices of light conversation mixing throughout the group. The only thing anyone could do at this point was follow a dead-silent Mr. Gojo, who walked forward as if he had not a single care in the world. Though it was really starting to hit you just how comically long this hallway was. Your eyes darted around the place over and over again, lips curling up in a grimace when you started to realize that the door on the opposite side of the room didn’t even seem to be getting closer. In fact, you couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to only get smaller. 

How could that be? You wished you knew. But you knew better than to ask Mr. Gojo any questions at the moment, even if he did seem to show some favor towards you. The guy could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. So instead, you just rolled your eyes and took a quick glance at your watch while fighting the urge to throw up your hands and huff.

The watch face read only a little after a quarter past ten o’clock. Surprising, considering how these boring, bleak walls make you feel like you’ve been here forever. You don’t know what to make of things. What a weird couple of days.

As the lot of you continued down the hallway, it gave you some time to think and reflect on the other winners and their families. You recall seeing glimpses of everyone in the group on TV at least a few times before. And you recall not thinking much of any of them at first. You didn’t love how spoiled or apathetic some of the children seemed to be. But as part of you wanted to believe that those children were entitled to a bit of…well, entitlement. After all, they scored a Gojo ticket. They were able to do something only five other people were able to do. And that naturally, anybody would get a little too big for their birches and forget their manners sometimes right?

Well, as you watched the kids for longer than that, you realized that some may not have forgotten manners. Some may never have had any, to begin with. You felt as though you might have been too harsh in judging them at first. But since getting inside the building, Momo had already stamped her foot twice and demanded that her father make time faster and build her a factory as big as this one. To your utter surprise (and horror), her father placated her only with the reminder that they couldn’t give her a bigger factory because they had already picked up the biggest pieces of land in the area for their own estate. 

Momo had only stamped her foot again, and her father responded by sighing and telling her that he’d see what he could do.

The other little girl, Yuki, was a bit more adjusted in your opinion. Though it had only occurred to you a few minutes ago that she had been chewing gum this entire time (just like she did in her TV interview that you remember catching a few days ago), she was still a bit more tolerable than Yuki. Though her matter-of-fact way of speaking was a little jarring to you, someone who has to earn their living by making sure everything said out of their mouth is extra sweet and with a smile on top. And the way she and her father whispered to each other about just how obvious it was that they were going to win this now that they’d checked out the competition was also a bit much. But you have had far worse kids come to your dinner. 

The same could be said for the two boys beside your brother too. Ui Ui didn’t seem all too bad. While he appeared to be a bit bratty and impatient (and really liked candy), your opinion of him was more so that he lacked maturity- rather than housetraining, especially considering how the two girls act. As for Junpei, you couldn’t help but frown when you thought of him. That little boy had a pretty nasty attitude on him, even when he was interacting with his own mother. He looked like he had to be dragged here by his arm, despite this being such a great opportunity in your mind. And so, you couldn’t help but feel bad for his mother. She seemed to be trying her hardest to reel him in and get him to at least smile. But it seemed like all he wanted to do was sneer in her direction. That was until Yuuta came along and offered Junpei a temporary distraction from terrorizing his mother.

Speaking of mothers, you couldn’t help but think about the other adults in the room as well. Before stepping inside, all five of you introduced yourselves to each other and stated what kid you were coming with. And needless to say, you were intimidated. While Ms. Nagi (as she insisted on everyone calling her) seemed like any normal woman you would meet on the street, the intimidating, large physical stature of Mr. Kusakabe and Mr. Todo was nothing to sneeze at. Although Ms. Mei Mei was a bit closer to the average if you looked at her closely enough, it didn’t help that she carried herself extremely confidently and always seemed to look at everyone and everything in the room while she knew a secret that nobody else knew- and that she wasn’t going to share. Either way, it made you just more careful about showing respect to all the other adults in the room. While you may technically relate to all of them more than you do to the children, you did sort of feel out of place. 

Especially when the others were stating that their jobs were bank teller, businessman, martial arts gym owner, and just contractor- whatever that meant. Either way, it made you, a girl who has been living at home and waitressing for many, many years made you feel very, very small for some reason. Perhaps it had something to do with the shiny, expensive cuff links that you spotted on Mr. Kusakabe’s suit jacket when you went to shake the man’s hand…

“Look! The door!” 

All of a sudden, the voice of little Yuki breaks you out of your stupor. You had been walking mindlessly this entire time, lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even realized just how far you all made it down the hallway. But when you looked up and around for the door, you noticed two things:

One, it was still very, very small from where you were standing.

Two, it was somehow very, very close to where you were standing.

From the vantage point, you realized that you were finally close to the entrance of the hallway- with nothing more than a couple of feet and Mr. Gojo separating you and the group from the doorway. But the door was quite small. And the hallway’s ceiling had begun to slope downward at a nearly unnoticeable angle until you were able to get into the thick of it. For the moment, you didn’t have to bow your head and bend your knees to stay upright. But the same couldn’t be said about Ms. Kusabakabe, Mr. Todo, and Mr. Gojo. 

Although you managed to stifle most of them you couldn’t help but release a small giggle as you watched the normally tall and proud-looking men have to bow down to avoid hitting the ceiling. And unsurprisingly at this point, it captures the attention of a certain someone.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed.” Mr. Gojo speaks up suddenly, an amused smile on his face as he peeks over his sunglasses at your spot towards the back of the crowd. Your face heats up in embarrassment, though you do fight the urge to turn away and give in to his stupid teasing. Seriously, what is with that guy? After a second, he’s slow to move his eyes away from you be that same amused smile is clear on his face as he addresses everyone. He looks proud of himself- proud of the size of the door for whatever reason. But then again, you probably would have been proud too if you owned such a big factory and managed to pull off a dumb optical illusion for this long. “Keeps all the goodness inside.”

At this, you hear the voice of one of the kids scoff. To no one’s surprise, it’s Junpei.

“Why can’t you just have a normal-sized-” He begins to snark at Mr. Gojo, voice flat and tone unimpressed, before being cut off by the man himself.

“Oh, would you look at that! I nearly forgot!” Mr. Gojo exclaims quite loudly as he raises one shaking finger in the air, almost as if he’s wagging it at himself. You’re starting to realize that this man really isn’t a fan of criticism or being challenged. That, or he doesn’t seem to like anyone here with your group. Though with the way things are going right now, you wouldn’t be too surprised to find out if the answers end up being both. “The waivers~!”

As the word rolls off of his tongue, you spot him unbuttoning the top few buttons of his overcoat with swift and ample fingers before reaching inside. A second later, a rolled-up piece of paper is produced from within his jacket. His smile seems to be alight with laughter as he reveals it to the group. It’s lightly tanned- almost like parchment- and rolled up tight. Just a thin scroll with a pretty little blue ribbon bow wrapped around its center to keep it round up tight. 

You couldn’t imagine it being anything special, though you do suppose something like this would be necessary given the circumstances. You’ve heard of things like nondisclosure agreements from TV shows and once even had to bring home a permission slip from school for a trip to the city park. So naturally, anyone who decided to invite kids to the best candy factory in the world for a tour of the facilities and the products there would have to find some way to protect themselves from lawsuits, accidents, injuries, and even the potential selling of trade secrets.

At that thought, your mind wanders back to the face of Suguru Geto as you recall what your brother had told you about that man. As much as you want to be naive, recent events and the long walk through this hallway allowed you to clear your head enough to get a good idea of what that man might have been asking your brother to do. But the very reminder of your brother being put in that position again makes your stomach churn and frown tug at your lips. What an awful thing to do to a little boy. What an awful thing to do to Yuuta of all people. 

Oh, well. You shouldn’t dwell on it now. You have a whole day ahead of you, so it’s better if you live in the moment now and deal with…that when it becomes a problem. If it even becomes a problem.

Though as you snap back into focus, it looks like your timing couldn’t have been more perfect as you let your gaze fall on Mr. Gojo once more. Because not a movement later, you find yourself watching as he finishes tugging the ribbon loose and free and letting the contract unravel. 

And to say it was long was an understatement. You heard gasp all around you as the paper began to extend. A couple of feet away, you could hear Mr. Todo let out a low whistle as the parchment slowly unrolled itself all the way to the ground- its ends just barely brushed against the floors. To make matters worse, the print was small. Tiny, even. You felt that you even had to squint to read a few particular words here and there and practically everything towards the bottom. It was the same except deal as the ticket Yuuta. Only this was a bit more concerning considering this was supposed to be a legally binding document instead of your proof of allowed entry.

Unable to help yourself, you let your face fall flat as an unimpressed look crosses your features. Though when you met Mr. Gojo’s gaze for the umpteenth time today, he just barely spared you a shoulder shrug as his smile grew even wider. He then hooks his cane on his other arm holds out his hand and shows off a pair of pens that are wrapped within his grip. They’re the fancy kind. Ornate with metal finishing and have a sophisticated look about them. Just like the ones you’ve only seen in your boss’ office at work. The ones you know are a bit too expensive for just some commoner to use.

They’re presented to your group- a clear invitation of what must be done. However, as a few of the more impatient children and braver guardians step forward and reach for a pen, a voice cuts out through the silence, making everyone pause in their actions.

“Quite the contract, Gojo,” Mr. Kusakabe spoke up again, his regular seriousness lining his voice as he noticeably made no move to grab one of the pens. You could tell that it was an attempt at a joke. But at the same time, it wasn’t a very good one- both the attempt and the joke. But judging by the look on the man’s face, you had a feeling he didn’t really care for how it landed with the audience. “You know… I don’t really sign anything without a lawyer present.”

For a moment, Mr. Gojo looks almost taken aback. His lips twist up in a surprised sort of expression, almost as if he wasn’t expecting another person to challenge him so soon. In a way, you sort of understood both sides. On one hand, the rumors and the golden ticket promised a day beyond your wildest imagination- a day that any child and any adult willing to give into their inner child for a few hours would be excited to experience. On the other…nobody wants to be caught holding the bag once it's emptied. And it’s only natural that a businessman wealthy enough to own his own factory would be the one to challenge a blind signing of a contract- even if you were all promised the chance of a lifetime.

And it’s only natural that everyone would follow the actions of said businessman. Clearly, he would know a thing or two about what to do in these types of situations. At least, you’d hope.

“Ah, I see…” Mr. Gojo muses after a while with a small click of his tongue. “Yes, I suppose I should have expected that…”

He then settles into his own pensive silence as he seems lost in thought of how to proceed. In your mind, asking for a lawyer should be fair enough. You’ve seen it happen all the time on all those law shows the diner plays when nothing interesting is going on. Your eyes trail over to Ms. Nagi and Ms. Mei Mei, both of which are hesitating on signing the contract and are doing their best to read the ridiculous font. At the same time, you spot Mr. Todo with his arms crossed over his chest (and his daughter quite cutely mimicking his position). While you don’t think it’s necessarily his goal to intimidate Mr. Gojo with that position, you won’t lie that you’re a bit intimidated by the man’s stature and serious expression. And by the looks of it, both your brother and Junpei seemed to be do judging by the way the two of them subtly stepped closer to you at the back of the group- away from the big man who teaches people how to fight for a living.

But Mr. Gojo isn’t you or your brother or Junpei. Mr. Gojo isn’t like the three of you at all.

“No signature, no entry!” The man suddenly declares a bright cheesy grin back on his face. He jerks his hand forward, as to emphasize the pens still in his hand, and tilts his head towards the contract. He’s not intimidated by Mr. Todo and he doesn’t feel the need to accommodate Mr. Kusakabe either. You suppose the ability to not back down even in the face of power can be a rather admirable trait. But then again, Mr. Gojo’s character is shaping up to be weirder and more off-putting than you really feel comfortable with. Especially considering your baby brother is involved… “Try not to let the door hit you on the way out.”

But with Mr. Gojo’s final words on the topic, his cheesy grin looks a bit colder. Proof that he’s not backing down from this challenge. Proof that never appreciated it in the first place. And proof that he’s taking it seriously. Almost instantly, it seems like everyone gets the message because all around you- people are signing.

Naturally, Yuki and Momo are first- running up to grab a pen from Mr. Gojo and dropping to the ground to sign their names. When Yuki finishes, she goes and immediately hands the pen to her dad, while Momo stands up with an almost too-sweet grin to hand the pen to Ms. Nagi who is starting to step closer to the document. The fact that Ui Ui was trying to get the pen from her may have something to do with why her faux-polite smile got even bigger as she handed the pen off to someone else. 

At the same time, a tense Mr. Kusakabe stares with his jaw clenched at Mr. Gojo, ready to exchange what seems to be a few not-so-nice words with the man. But his daughter is quick to notice how her father looks not eager enough to sign the document for her taste. With a stamp of her foot and haughty accusation of him not loving her, Momo makes a very…compelling case for why her father can only prove his worth to her at this moment if he signs too since she’s not allowed to be left unattended. It seems to be the push he needed because a second later, he’s reaching into his own jacket and producing a pen of his own instead of waiting for one of Mr. Gojo’s to suddenly become free again. A small, last act of defiance.

An act that Mr. Gojo doesn’t seem to care one bit about. 

The man is looking more and more like the cat that caught the canary as he watches Mr. Kusakabe bend down slowly to sign his name on the large dotted line. His signature is pristine as he lines it up close to his daughter’s (which did look pretty remarkable for her age). Meanwhile, the pens had passed through the hands of Junpei, Ms. Mei Mei, Ui Ui, and now, your brother too. Although he seemed a little apprehensive about signing when he sensed the tension in the room, he seemed just as eager as the other kids while he was bent down to sign the waiver.

That's why, you couldn’t dare so say no when he turned around and looked at you while holding his pen out with a smile.

You took a deep breath and returned the smile to your brother before dropping to your knees and replacing him. The others had stepped back by now, starting to chatter away with the children they were accompanying. You heard Momo complain to her father about him taking too long to sign- saying something about him seeming like he wanted her to lose or something. Yuki on the other hand was high-fiving her dad while recalling how it was clear that she finished signing her name first, as winners normally do. Ui Ui and Mei Mei were stepping off to the side, and you could hear the woman start to give the boy a thinly laced warning about developing some self-control once they stepped inside the factory for real. And 

Honestly, focusing on their conversation made things easier. It made you less tempted to try to read the fine print that was staring you right in the face. It made you less tempted to look up and try to meet Mr. Gojo’s eyes as he watched the last of his guests sign his waiver. The very same eyes you could feel burning holes into your figure as you try to hopefully not sign away your soul in peace. 

But, your attempt to focus on the conversations happening behind you also made you less prepared for what you were about from said man as well.

“Such pretty handwriting…”

You look up at him, eyes wide in surprise but meeting his gaze only seems to fuel to smirk on his lips to grow just a tad bit wider. He doesn’t seem to be one bit ashamed of being caught complimenting you- a trend you’ve more than noticed by now. In fact, he only seems to grow prouder at the obvious fact that he had you very, very flustered at the moment with nowhere to run.

But there’s no time for you to address it. Because a second later, the paper the document is on rattles beneath you. You just have enough time to lean back and drop your pen before it starts to roll itself up at lightning-fast speed- the pen disappearing with it. It’s both comical and almost magical as Mr. Gojo is able to recall the document without so much of a twitch of a finger. And when it snaps shut- it does so loudly. A signal that the deed has been done and the contract has been signed by all parties who needed to. 

For better or for worse.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Gojo calls loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the room while tucking the contract away in his coat pocket. He brushed off the encounter between the two of you quite easily- something you don’t exactly have the luxury of doing. Still, you find yourself rising to your feet a bit unsteadily, but ready to listen in as Yuuta stands by your side and the others crowd in behind you. “It seems that now we’re all ready to head inside, wouldn’t you agree?”

He poses the question to the children more than anything, which rightfully earns him cheers from Yuuta, Ui Ui, Yuki, and Momo. Though you suppose the offer is so tempting that even Junpei couldn’t help but throw up an eyebrow in anticipation. Around you, you spot the other adults looking onward with their own personal mix of apprehension, curiosity, and excitement. You wonder if their stomachs are as twisted up as yours is. Well, you wonder if Ms. Nagi’s stomach is twisted up as much as yours is. Ms. Mei Mei, Mr. Todo, and Mr. Kusakabe all seem to be a bit intense themselves so you can’t imagine them being too phased by the anticipation. And Ms. Nagi. Well, she just seems normal. And right now, clinging to normal feels like the right thing to do. 

Especially if Mr. Gojo keeps glancing at you over his glances with that heavy gaze of yours.

If you could still have your beating heart right now, you would. But for some reason, this very strange, very handsome, and very powerful man has seemed to enjoy doing nothing but tease you while your anxiety is already through the roof. But you’ll run yourself in circles thinking about boys- well, men- at a time like this. You’ll run yourself in circles thinking if he’s serious about all his compliments and his subtle flirts. And you’ll make it even worse if you start letting those thoughts of what all this will mean when it comes time to inevitably leave the factory. 

And you don’t want that. You just want to enjoy this day- this chance of a lifetime- with your little brother. And you’re determined to do so. Properly.

So you tell yourself again that you’re getting far too distracted. And you tell yourself this just in the nick of time too. Because at that second, Mr. Gojo decides to take a few steps back- back towards the door that just keeps getting smaller and smaller with each step. He keeps his gaze on the group as he turns his fist back and knocks on the door- twice. Silence follows- both from the group and on the other side of the door. But Mr. Gojo tilts his head towards the door with a focused expression and listens in for a cue anyway. 

And although it’s faint- you hear it come a few seconds later. The sound of someone knocking on the other side of the door. A sound that makes Mr. Gojo smile really big and wide again. A sound that lets you all know that the time is really now.

“Well then…” The man with brilliant blue eyes and striking white hair purrs to the group, taking in all the faces of the children and adults in front of him. The expression he has on his face is cat-like. It’s confident, it’s proud, and it’s all-knowing. It’s exactly the type of look you should expect from a man who has already proved himself to be rather odd, yet grand. But despite everything, the look on his face does manage to light something more inside you. A deeper sense of eagerness you didn’t expect to feel. A deeper sense of excitement you didn’t know you were capable of. A deeper sense of awe that you know will just be blown out of the water the second he opens the door. At least, that’s what the golden ticket promised you. That’s what the golden ticket promised all of you. Though, by now you’ve learned to trust the funny feeling you get when you look at Mr. Gojo. “It is with great pleasure that I invite you ten lucky little somebodies into the greatest place on earth.”

The funny feeling that tells you to expect the unexpected.

“Welcome to where the magic is made~”

The funny feeling that tells you that there will always- always- be more than what you thought in store.

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Werewolf Taeyong x y/n moodboard 2022

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Inspired by his song “Ghost”

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As much as I love fall and spooky season, I’m a sucker for anything Valentines Day :’)

Operation: Pamper Condor One

Summary: It’s your one year anniversary and you decide to make it your mission to give Leon the treatment he deserves.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy (any Leon of your choice tbh) x Fem!Reader

Warning: toothrotting fluff

Note: yeah I know, I know it’s spooky season but I’m a lover for the aesthetic of Valentine’s Day and thought it’d make this Drabble even more romantic. Sue me! Either way I hope you enjoy! This one is one of my longer ones.

February 14th was a day you despised with every fiber of your being. The hearts, roses, and the sickly shades of red and pink never swooned you. Any mention of the holiday earned a gag and an eye roll from you in return. Mainly because it reminded you how single you were, but you never said that aloud. Instead you went with the more indirect reasonings when questioned,

“Valentine’s day is just another unnecessary commercial exploitation” was your favorite one to use. But deep down, you envied those who got to celebrate having a significant other, wishing you could join in all of the fun. That is, until Leon Kennedy came along. Being the cliche and cheesy guy that he is deep down, he decided it’d be romantic to ask you to be his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day at your doorstep with an oversized bouquet of roses. One year later and your perception of this romantic holiday had completely been redefined. That’s what love does to you, you guess.

And now here you were, a week before Valentine’s day secretly planning the most romantic evening you have ever planned in your life. To be fair, it was the first romantic evening you ever planned, making it the most romantic thus far. It being the first romantic date you had planned made you all the more excited and anxious to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Not one candle or balloon was out of place. Despite all the chatter from your friends, saying that it should be the boyfriend planning these sort of dates on this holiday, you didn’t care how you may look putting this together. More important matters were at hand, specifically Leon not really being the same since his last mission.

You remembered clearly how exhausted he looked when you picked him up from the airport, how he practically fell into your arms, how permanent his frown has been since then. You hated seeing him like that. You wish you could take his pain and exhaustion away, but you couldn’t, and that you hated more. So, in hopes to lift his spirits, you thought of Valentine’s day being the perfect opportunity to give him the treatment he deserves, especially on a day that the both of you held dear to your hearts. Screw the tradition, the expectations, all you cared about was getting your Leon back. The Leon who was serious to some but especially giddy and happy with you. The Leon who always had a twinkle in his eye when explaining something he was passionate about. You were getting him back if it was the last thing you did.

The week flew out the window with the fiercely cold winds of winter, and the time had finally come to execute Operation: Pamper Condor One. Wearing a lipstick red chain knit sweater and a pair of jeans, you pull your hair up into a bun at the top of your head and wrap it with a white scrunchy with tiny hearts. Looking in the mirror you didn’t expect to come to this point in your life. You didn’t think you’d ever enjoy today like this, much less with someone who made life worth perceiving at a different, more positive angle. But, you weren’t complaining, you liked this new you and you sincerely hoped that you could bring the old Leon back tonight.

Looking around your apartment with brows furrowed, you murmured your checklist to yourself to ensure everything was in place. It was safe to say that you went all out with this one. Heart shaped pillows replaced your usual everyday pillows on the couch, candles were lit everywhere in the house to the point where it was almost a safety hazard, and most importantly, rose petals scattered on the sheets of your bed. Nibbling on your thumbnail, your mind spirals in a panic as you wait for him to arrive.

Is this too much? Will he hate it?

You thought to yourself looking around the apartment from your couch, your legs crossed and your one heart patterned sock covered foot bouncing anxiously. So deep in thought, you jump at the sound of Leon’s familiar knock, one he came up with so you knew it was him at your door. Standing up so fast, you begin to almost see stars as you clumsily make your way to your front door and swing it open.

“Hey beautiful” Leon greets, his voice soft, sentimental, yet so very exhausted. With an oversized bouquet of your favorite type of flower in his arms, he has to tilt his head to the side to look at you.

“Awe you shouldn’t have!” you gush happily as you tug his arms toward you to lead him inside.

“You didn’t think I’d forget our one year did you?” He grunts as he places the bouquet down on your kitchen counter.

“Never” You reply with a giggle as you watched him lean back to stretch his back,

“Jesus, those are heavy” He groans to himself, “you also have something coming in later tonight”

You couldn’t help but snicker at his obliviousness towards his surroundings, as he continued to speak,

“I also got us a reservation at your favorite restaurant, we’re supposed to be there in… wait what’s all this?” he asks softly, turning around and taking notice of the romantic ambience of your apartment.

“I’d cancel that reservation if I were you, because we’re not going” you say leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing your arms,

“We aren’t?” He asks cautiously, turning back to you. You smile smugly and shake your head,

“Nope, tonight we’re going to be focusing on you” turning him to face you and wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a soft peck on his lips as his eyes turn up in thought,

“Me?” He murmurs against your lips, earning an agreeing hum from you in return,

“Go sit at the dining table, I’ll be there in a minute okay?” still a bit unsure of how this evening was going to turn out, he eventually nods and makes his way to your circle dining table. Noticing a wrapped box leaning against his chair, wondering what it could be.

Not long after, you walk out with a pizza box in your hand, Leon’s eyes immediately light up noticing the emblem on the top lid,

“Is that–”

“Your favorite? Of course” you triumphantly respond, placing the box on the table and opening the lid. The savory aroma of melted cheese and pepperoni filled the air which filled Leon’s eyes with excitement. Something you hadn’t seen in a while, seeing it now made your heart soar. So far, your plan was going swimmingly. Serving him a slice, you place a kiss on his forehead and sit across from him. While taking a bite of his pizza, he looks around at all your hard work and attention to detail in awe,

“Babe, you did all of this…for me?” You look up from your plate and reach out to take his hand with a loving smile,

“Well, you’re always taking care of me, I thought maybe I could do it for a change” You explain, a bashful grin growing on your lips as you squeeze his hand. His eyebrows furrow as his mouth falls slightly, something told him it was because of how he’d been acting since he came home. Guilt washed over him, he thought he had hid it so well. But this extravagant gesture showed him the opposite of what he thought was reality. You had often asked him what happened and if he was feeling okay and in return, he just shrugged it off. Telling you not to worry about him, that he could take care of himself. Little did he know how much that isolated the both of you back then. But he saw it now,

“Baby, I’m sorry for being so off lately and shutting you out. I thought I was protecting you but I think I did the opposite” your eyes softened at his words as you stood from your chair. Kneeling down you take him in your arms and kiss his forehead,

“I know” your breath brushed against his skin, causing his shoulders to drop slightly, “You were trying to tough it out right?”

With a soft exhale through his nose, he nods his head slightly, “You know you don’t have to carry this weight on your own right? That’s what I’m here for” you continue brushing some his hair away from his face,

“I guess, I don’t exactly know how to do that” resting your forehead against his own, you rest your hands behind his neck, the pads of your fingers making his eyes flutter slightly in bliss,

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it easier for you, starting tonight”

A small smile grows on his face, your soft voice always being music to his ears, and knowing you cared this much, to do all this for him. Since you two had intertwined your lives, you continued to show him what he had been missing. What he yearned without knowing. Nodding his head, he leans in to press his lips to yours. His hands gently lifted you closer to him and before you knew it, you were sitting on his lap, legs dangling over his right thigh as your lips failed to pull away. Every kiss rebukes all anxieties and fears from both of your minds. After one last peck, his lashes flutter down as he notices the wrapped present against his chair again. You notice and with a chuckle you reach down and place it on the table,

“Happy One Year my love” you coo nuzzling your head against the side of his. You wished you could take a photo of the look on his face as he eyed the carefully wrapped box. He looked like a little boy on Christmas Day,

“go on, open it” you urge. With a quiet laugh he makes the first tear of the paper and then another tear. With your legs swinging, you watch him open the box and pull out a T-Shirt and read the words. His smile widens as he reads it and out comes a laugh you missed so dearly, like a dream that flees from you the moment you awake.

“My Girlfriend Is Hotter Than You” he reads it aloud and places a smooch on your cheek, “that she is, that she is”

“That’s not all” you say with a smirk, earning an eyebrow raise from him,

“Is there something else in the box?”

“Nope” your hands leave his neck and reach the hem of your sweater, beginning to lift it from your body. A motion, you noticed, made Leon’s cheeks redden. You lift it over your head and drop it to the floor to reveal your matching t-shirt,

“My Boyfriend Is Hotter Than You” in bold black letters matching him. He practically gasps and tightens his arms around you peppering kisses along your neck, making you giggle from his excitement,

“And you said you hated these type of shirts” he points out smugly,

“What can I say? You’re a bad influence on me” you retort back, standing up from his lap and extending your hand,

“C’mon the night isn’t over” Leon’s ears redden from your words, as he takes your hand and lets you lead him into the bedroom. Sitting him on the bed, you grab his shirt and lift it from the bottom, with a shy yet excited twinkle in his eyes, he lets you. Placing it neatly on your dresser, you sit behind him on the bed,

“What are you doing?” Leon asks with a look of intrigue on his face,

“Giving you a massage, duh” you tease,

“Oh, I thought we were gonna…” he clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle, “right” he adds, sounding a tad disappointed. Pressing a kiss on the back of his neck, sending shivers down the man’s spine, you ruffle his hair and whisper in his ear,

“Maybe later” you almost saw his ears perk up from your words as your hands stroked along the scars littering his back. You remembered the first time you saw those scars. Wanting to kiss every single one of them away, knowing how much of a burden they casted on your lovely boyfriend. Resting your hands on his shoulders, your thumbs knead the area beneath, feeling the pent up tension,

“Does this hurt?” You ask with uncertainty,

“No, feels good” he murmurs, his eyes gently closed. With a sigh of relief you begin to rub down and knead every area of his back. Sighs and grunts escape his lips as he feels his body tense and relax from your touch. You smiled softly, glad to see him receiving the attention and care he deserved. You couldn’t imagine how tense he must have felt using his body so brutally to survive and play hero. You could feel the exhaustion, pain, and stress leave with every manipulation of muscle, “I love you” he murmurs again, his eyes half lidded and a dreamy smile on his lips.

“I love you, too” you softly respond, hugging him from behind, “how do you feel now?”

“Amazing” he mutters under his breath, “Thank you”

You can’t help but gush at his words, always so sweet, so polite. Getting up from the bed you run to the bathroom and take one of your clay masks and place it on your dresser,

“You’re really spoiling me here” he comments bashfully as you also come back with the leftover pizza in the pizza box, his gift and turn on the tv.

You chuckle and begin opening the clay mask and walk over to him. He widens his eyes and holds his hands up, “Wait, lemme do something first” he says, causing you to lift your brows curiously. Grabbing the t-shirt you gifted him, he slips it on and admires the letters spreading across his chest, “Okay now you can continue”

“So you like the shirt huh?” You tease smearing the teal paste onto his forehead,

“I thought I made it obvious” he retorts back sassily, closing his eyes. You roll your eyes and continue smearing the mask on his face,

“There all done, now just relax” you reassure, pressing him farther onto the bed,

“Wait, you’re not wearing a mask” he points out taking the paste from you, “c’mere”

“Leon, this is about you remember” you protest,

“Last I checked, it’s our one year anniversary, not mine. Now come here, I’m not doing this alone” he adds the last part sternly, making you sigh in defeat and scoot over to him so he can apply the paste onto your face. You can’t help but smile as you watch him carefully apply the paste on your face as neatly as possible. After he finishes, he kisses your lips earning a sound in protest,

“Babe, you’re going to make the mask crack” you say sheepishly,

“Tuff” he remarks, hovering his body over yours to kiss you more deeply.

The doorbell rings making Leon pull away, his eyes filled with excitement,

“It’s here” he whispers to himself, hopping off the bed and making his way to the door. Coming back he holds a gigantic teddy bear, the exact one you were eyeing while the two of you were running errands together,

“You didn’t!” You gasp,

“I did” effortlessly, lifting the teddy bear that was half the size of him, he places it next to you, “like it?”

“I love it! Thank you” you gush hugging the bear tightly.

“Alright alright, I’m right here you don’t need to cuddle it now” he adds, a tinge of jealousy in his tone, pushing the bear aside and collapsing onto you earning an,

“Oof” from you as you wrapped your arms around him,

“I think I’m ready to talk about it all now” he says as he lays his head against your chest, looking up at you with puppy eyes. You feel all your worries of this plan being a disaster fall away from his words,

“Well go on, I’m listening” with a long, tired sigh he begins to explain everything. The horrors, the betrayals, the losses he endured to make it home. You kept quiet and let him talk about it. Your hands massaging his scalp to comfort him. Once he was done, he lifted himself up from you to look into your eyes,

“I really am sorry for shutting you out. I was just.. afraid of burdening you”

“What you go through, I want to go through it with you. I wish you understood that, that’s what I mean when I say I love you”

“I understand that now.” He begins to say, “we’re a team right?”

“Exactly, you’re so smart” your compliment causes him to blush and smile,

“What was it you said about doing something later?” He says endearingly,

“I said maybe”

“Is it more of a yes than a no kind of maybe or…” he responds suggestively, pressing himself against you making you blush slightly, “Because I think I owe you something in return for all of this, princess”

“If it frees your conscience, sure” wrapping your arms around his neck you lean forward and share a kiss with your lover. Feeling his smile curve against your own, it was safe to say Operation: Pamper Condor One was a success.

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George found a certain beauty in moments like these. Watching you interact with his family while gathered around the table for supper was something he hadn't thought he'd find so much joy in. The soft clinking of knives and forks as everyone ate their meal, the occasional shuffling of chairs, the idle chatter. He almost felt choked up being a part of it. So simple and yet so fulfilling. He couldn't help the feeling of pride that swelled in his chest as he looked at you. He wondered what he did in his past life to be as lucky as he is. To call you his was no short of a blessing. He can't quite find the words to tell you that just yet. For now, he's happy to just sit quietly and enjoy the scene.

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A super adorable and excited Gojo to brighten your day 💖