TARGET : GOJO, SATORU.
LOCATION : @parieha
ASSIGNMENT : otherwise prompted.
ENCRYPTED : ❝ ─ ah , ah ! aggression isn't attractive ! ❞ gojo merely lifts his head when he catches her fist over the back of the couch , trademark upturn of his lips infuriatingly mocking as it was to everyone . ❝ plus , i heard you a mile away . tsk ! i'd work on that before trying to throw any punches at anybody ~ ! ❞ ( he merely squeezes their fist in punishment for her transgressions , harmlessly reprimanding . ) ❝ ya hear me ? quit it . ❞
❝ you took from my snack stash! ❞ she exclaims, teeth bared and brows furrowed with annoyance. ❝ and don’t tell me it wasn’t you because you are the only one who knows where it is! ❞
she doesn’t want to hurt gojo - not usually, anyway - but sometimes she just wants to eat all his energy til there’s no damn smug smile on his face. she hates the lack of integrity - flaunting himself, doing things that earn him a fair punch to the face and cowering from his consequences! at least she knew when she deserved a beating!
a pause. anger subsiding into confusion. she does not take her hand from his wrist ( though, there is the fleeting thought that he really doesn’t need both his hands ), instead merely tilting her head sidelong, upper lip curling back - she looks like she doesn’t understand. it’s not exactly an uncommon expression, especially when she’s trying to understand gojo’s never - ending string of utter nonsense.
❝ what do i give a damn what’s attractive? what do you give a damn? i’m not attractive to you anyway. ❞
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