𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮.

Chapter 14 | Blame Ovulation

"An innocent date, you said..." You say as you look back out the window, watching the view of the city as he drives.

His smirk turns into a small smile as you remind him of his promise to have an innocent date tonight. He knows that his hand on your thigh is far from innocent, but he can't resist pushing your buttons a little bit.

He gives your thigh another squeeze, his touch lingering a bit longer this time. "Ah, right. An innocent date. But come on, isn't a little bit of physical contact allowed?"

You huff, still looking away from him, not bothering to move his hand away because you know he'll just touch your thigh again anyway. But as he continues to squeeze your thigh every few minutes while he rubs his thumb gently, you feel...something...

As he sees your lack of action in moving his hand away, it basically tells him that you're accepting the fact that he's touching your thigh, whether you like it or not.

He keeps his hand there as he continues driving. But as he continues to squeeze your thigh every few minutes while he rubs his thumb gently, you feel...something...

After a while, you and Mr. Gojo arrive at the restaurant. Mr. Gojo pulls the car into a parking spot, the soft glow of the restaurant's sign illuminating the area. He takes his hand off your thigh, but not without giving it an almost reluctant little pat first.

He glances over at you as he turns off the engine. "We're here," He says as he gets out of the car and walks over to open the passenger door for you, holding out his hand to help you out. "Let's go, gorgeous."

What's with all these pet names or whatever?...

As you give him your hand, he gently takes your hand and leads you inside the restaurant. The wait staff greeted him with a respectful nod, clearly used to seeing him there frequently.

He gives them a small nod in return before guiding you over to his usual table, his hand still holding yours as he pulls out a chair for you. He waits until you're seated before taking his own seat, his gaze still fixed on you. "Order whatever you want. And don't worry about the cost, I'm paying."

"That should be expected," You say as you look through the menu.

"Of course you'd say that," He mutters, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But seriously, get whatever you want, Teach. No limits."

Your eyes lift up to look at him. "Okay..." You say as you look back down at the menu.

Mr. Gojo grins as you agree to get whatever you want. He watches you as you continue to look through the menu, his eyes taking in the way the restaurant's lighting highlights your features.

He can't help but feel a pang of pride at the thought of spoiling you for the night. "Seriously, don't hold back. I wanna feed you the best food here."

A few minutes later of quietly deciding what to get, the waiter walks to your table. You and Mr. Gojo order your food with a bottle of wine for you as the waiter writes it down and bows before walking away.

Mr. Gojo turns his attention back to you, his eyes still roving over your attractive appearance. Now that the ordering is out of the way, he can fully focus on you without any distractions. He rests his arms on the table, his gaze unwavering as he looks at you with a small smirk. "You know, you look even more gorgeous under restaurant lighting."

You look at him. You can feel your heart beating faster for some reason, and you have no idea as to why. "Oh, stop..." You look away. You know he's just flirting, but this time...you can feel your heart flutter a bit.

He watches you look away, and he just knows he's getting to you, slowly but surely. And he's definitely enjoying the effect his flirting is having. He chuckles softly, his tone low and almost husky. "What's wrong, Teach? Can't handle a little compliment?"