#js a quick thing while i prepare a long fic

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going to a ball with gojo is a messy experience

he doesn't want to wear a suit. and when he puts one on that doesn't look right he doesn't want to take it off.

he buys your dress, having it delivered to you the night before. but it's entirely too inappropriate for the occasion. you appreciate the sentiment so you don't complain to him. it's an expensive dress as is.

when he enters the room to find you in another dress he looks almost too disappointed. you tell him it just didn't fit. but he already knows you're lying because that's your exact size. you assure him that you loved the dress and that, like all his gifts, it's truly extraordinary. but it just didn't fit.

he doesn't dwell on it because you look good anyway. so good he's tempted to skip the ball and keep you to himself for the night.

what happens isn't entirely too different anyway, since his clinginess the entire time made it next to impossible to socialize. or maybe it's just the way he glared at people when you're not looking, shooing them away because your attention is simply reserved. it's an unspoken rule: your attention belongs to him. especially when you're looking this good.

when you've had enough fun -to his standards anyway- he pulls you aside, away from everyone else. you're not too surprised. neither are you displeased with him. the place was getting too boring anyway.

not too long after you're the one leading the way out. Your friend almost approaches you to ask why you're leaving so soon, but she knew better as the lipstick stains on satoru's face answer her question.

the car ride home is full of anticipation, his hand resting on your thigh. satoru complains about the fabric of your dress being in the way, and he swears his heart rose up to his throat when you suggest he just ‘takes it off’ if it's bothering him too much.

he probably could, and the backseat suddenly looks too good. but he remains patient, knowing tonight will be very much worth the wait.