𝔹𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤

🅢🅗🅐🅡🅘🅝🅖

"this is what I mean"

Gojo saiys, wrapping his middle and thumb fingers around her upper arms.

"I've always been like this "

She smiled.

"In fact my mum is bothered by how much I eat but never gain weight "

It's her.

No Matter where she goes.

"Omggggggg. You are like SO PRETTY "
"How are you sooooo pretty "

People who she doesn't know suddenly pops up to call her pretty.

If only they knew.

How much she pains herself to be so.

How much those"compliment " hurt.

How it fuels her to ruin herself.

How she has turned into nothing but a pretty face.

How her extraordinary 134 iq is useless after gaining weight.

She grabbed Gojo's arms.

"Do I look bad...?"

"No no ! Not at all, if fact the clothes were made for you "

He blushed.

"You look kinda fairy-like "

She couldn't stop.

"See? Would I look as good if I wasn't as skinny?"

"Like... your big eyelashes or teeth setting and hairline won't change,so yes?"

"But my nose will get big. My lips and eyes will get smaller "

"How do you know?"

"I just do"

Gojo awkwardly scratched his hair.

"Nevermind... what do you wanna do next?"

"Hmmmmmn....... let's go to a amusement park!"

"Off we go. Marshmallow!"

The dragon appeared from thin air.

On the shop.

"Come in "
Gojo pulled her to the changing room.
They sat on the dragon as is flew through the walls .

She was mesmerized.

She was on a fricking dragon.

Behind a drop dead gorgeous prince of some clan .

Like, excuse moi?

Nevermind.

She has some serious attachment issues.

So she doesn't make friends.
Like, she doesn't want to be with or without them.

But Gojo Infront of her.

He might just be a hallucination.

She tugged Gojo's clothes with her index and middle finger.

"You can hold on tighter if you are scared"

She saw his ears.

Bright red.

Wordlessly, she wrapped her cold scrawny arms around his neck.

He shivered .

Was it from the cold or perhaps the shyness?

"I can never thank you enough Gojo"

He made an awkward head movement.

"Before meeting you I was so lonely.
Thought I had so many friends, no one ever noticed that I was sad"

"Well, you hide it professionally and only another professional can point it out"

Her straight hair fell all over his body.

"Umm..... I've never been hugged by a girl before...?"

Gojo awkwardly said .

"Bold if you to assume I have hugged a guy before "

She smirked.

"You have nice hair " Gojo hummed.

"It's not natural "

"Doesn't matter "

"You have plenty nice hair yourself "

She hesitated.

She wasn't going to be some needy little girl.

"Can I like- touch it? It's okay forget I even asked "

"Sure can " Gojo smiled, blushing.

She touched his short white hair.

It was almost only enough run fingers through.

"Why don't you grow your hair"

"It has been like that for ever"

"Can you grow it?"

"Are you telling me to?"

"I think it will be nice"

"I'll.... try"

"Thanks Gojo"

"Satoru... call me Satoru"

"Sorry, I'm not used to informal talking"

Gojo smirked.

"Have you always been such a nice little girl"

"Hmmm no. I was born normally. But I was a serious and unnaturally Quiet child . Then a talkative toddler but my mum being suuuuuper strict, it didn't last long then during the first year of middle school I was some serious bosozoku, I had a tomahawk! "

"A WHAT?"

"A friggin tomahawk, don't ask for photos I deleted ALL OF THEM "

"That's like , such a waste "

"Anyways then I suddenly decided to study one day and discovered it was the easiest thing to do and yeah"

"That's some crazy story if you haven't noticed "

"I change so much you know "

"Must be Interesting "

"No, cringe over cringe "

Suddenly she felt a shudder.

Marshmallow had landed over the park.