.·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·.𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎
[THIRD POV]
Gojo had suggested (Y/N) to wear just a light summery dress, given that it was a little breezy and easy to wear, so that's what she did. She wore this rather thin dress that stopped above her knees. It was a pastel purple with a white floral pattern, and it looked beautiful on her.
The three students got to see where she lived, which was essential in a way since they were secretly in charge of her if Gojo were to be absent. They also got to see the neighborhood, which was fairly safe in their opinion.
Leaving the home, they went back into the car, where Gojo let out a deep breath.
"Oh wait," (Y/N) said, making Gojo pause, "I forgot to get my wallet."
"You don't need it, I'm paying." Gojo said.
(Y/N) ignored him and left the car anyway.
"Wow... she's so mean to me..."
Watching his beloved enter her home, he kept an eye out for her, but he also turned around and scolded at his students.
"If any of you ruin this date between me and my (Y/N)-chan, I will make sure you all regret it!" Gojo whispered loudly.
Gojo really didn't plan for his students to interrupt them, and frankly he was upset because he wanted some time with (Y/N) all by himself, so he was very serious even though he didn't look or sound like it.
The first years were quite amused if anything, and they were going to use that to their utmost advantage. The three of them stayed quiet for just that moment, until Itadori and Kugisaki shared the same smile of mischief.
"I'm gonna tell (Y/N)-san that you're threatening us!"
"She's not gonna love you anymore!"
Gojo had panic wash over him, quickly waving his hands in front of him; he didn't expect his students to retaliate in such manner.
"Shut up! Don't tell her that!"
"Then let's make a deal Gojo-sensei!"
Itadori and Kugisaki looked at each other, then to Gojo.
"Buy us lunch for the next two months." they proposed.
"What?! Do you think I have that kind of money?!"
"Just two hours ago, you were ranting to me about how you spent hundreds of money on these little soap things you thought (L/N)-san would like." Fushiguro said, making Gojo gasp.
"Megumi you traitor! You weren't supposed to tell the other two about that!" Gojo cried, "You know how (Y/N)-chan doesn't like it when I spend money on her!"
"Whoops, guess you're going to have to buy us lunch for the next two months."
"W-Wow!"
Fushiguro was in on it too.
"Fine!" Gojo exclaimed, "I'll buy you rats lunch for the next two months as long as you don't tell (Y/N)-chan anything about what just happened or the soaps."
The three first years looked at each other and nodded, and as if it were on cue, (Y/N) had returned, and Gojo left the parking lot. He was sweating profusely as he gripped the wheel, and (Y/N) looked at him with confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asks him.
"Nothing babe," Gojo cleared his throat, "Let's just go enjoy ourselves."
Driving down to sixth street, where they parked in a garage, they set foot and walked most of it.
There were street vendors all setting up in preparation for the festival on Sunday. The three first years told (Y/N) that they'd also attend, but with their other classmates as well.
"Maybe we will see each other then," (Y/N) smiled, causing Gojo to cry (not really, but he felt like it), "I would love to spend more time with you guys if you guys would like."
They were ecstatic to hear that, given that any love given from someone as lovely as (Y/N) was like receiving blessings from a God.
Gojo ran to (Y/N)'s side of the vehicle after parking it. He opened her door and held his hand out for her to take. She took it, and she got out of the car with the help of Gojo. The students had got out shortly after, and all five of them began to walk.
One arm around her waist, Gojo had asked (Y/N) what she preferred to eat. She responded with a little taste of everything, and so Gojo had granted her wish. Beginning his long expenses, (Y/N) also bought meals for her boyfriend's precious students, and everyone begun to eat happily.
"It's so yummy," (Y/N) smiled as Gojo took her a bench so she could eat more comfortably; she was currently eating a food which smelled absolutely delicious to her, but a new scent had made her nose poke its direction elsewhere, "Satoru, what are you eating?"
Gojo held a small plastic bowl of what seemed like noodles, the food curling at his chopsticks as he twisted them.
"Chinese lo-mein," Gojo answered, "Why, want some babe?"
Her mouth practically watered at the smell of it; she never really craved something so heavily, and she didn't even notice.
Gojo smiled warmly at her expression, finding it quite cute; he then bent down to her height and neared the chopsticks at her mouth.
"Say ahh, babe."
"Ahh..."
Gojo placed the chopsticks in her mouth; an explosion of flavor burst inside of her mouth, her eyes sparkling at the noodles.
"It's so good," she says to Gojo, "Can I have more please?"
"Of course babe," Gojo took her hand and got her to stand up, "Let's go sit at the picnic table, I'll feed you."
Bringing his precious girlfriend to a wooden picnic table at the resting area, he told his students that they should meet back there in an hour. (Y/N) gave them more money to explore, which earned a small scolding from Gojo; she returned a small flick to his forehead.
"Now we're alone," Gojo sighed in bliss as he watched (what he called) his rats run off, "Okay, open up (Y/N)-chan~! I wanna feed you!"
Sitting opposite to him, she allowed Gojo to feed her forkfuls of this foreign food; Gojo cooed every time she took it in, as if (Y/N) was a baby eating baby food.
Well, (Y/N) was Gojo's baby...
"Do you want something to drink babe?" Gojo asks as the noodles began to disappear a little.
"I was thinking of lemonade... or some sort of sweet softened drink." (Y/N) replied.
"Ah okay," Gojo got up and pushed the bowl to (Y/N), "Finish that up real quick, I'll buy you a refreshment."
"Are you sure?" (Y/N) asks as she continued to eat the noodles, "Do you want me to go with you?"
"No no," Gojo said, "Finish eating babe, I'll buy you a drink."
She nodded, knowing Gojo wouldn't change his mind after that. Gojo smiled and kissed (Y/N) on the forehead, waving off.
"I'll be back really quick, don't go anywhere."
"I won't, Satoru."
Gojo quickly walks away to buy (Y/N) a refreshing cold drink, and while he did so, (Y/N) finished up the noodles he was originally going to eat. Finishing the last bit of it, she wondered if Gojo was hungry and if she disrupted his meal. She sort of felt bad and had to mentally note to return the favor later.
(Y/N) then finished the rest of the food she had off to the side. Some were traditional Japanese food that had sensational smells to them, and some were foods that the students picked out. All in all, she had a little taste of everything- sour, sweet, salty, savory... it was quite fitting for a pregnant woman such as her, someone whose craving was just beginning.
Feeling a little more thirsty and wanting more than just water, she waited patiently for her boyfriend to return.
Sipping on some water lazily, she felt the table shift a bit. Looking up, she saw a man sitting across from her with hearty eyes.
"Heyyy," he said to her, resting his chin on his palms as he propped his elbows up against the picnic table, "You like to eat?"
"Um, sure," (Y/N) responded, a little creeped out, "Listen-"
"Lemme buy you a few plates," the man got up and sat beside (Y/N), putting his arm around her, "I can treat you."
"No thanks," (Y/N) said, pushing the guy away and standing up, "I lost my appetite from just looking at you."
The man frowned, his eyebrows furrowing but doesn't want to let go of (Y/N).
"Food is to a girl's heart right? If I buy you food, I can win your heart, right?"
"Wise, but someone already has my heart."
The man's frown only drooped more. "Who?"
Suddenly, freezing cold lemonade spilled over the guy, making his eyes burn from the citrus. He yells out of frustration and shock as Gojo drops the cup flat on his head.
Gojo Satoru.
"Hey baby."
Damn.
Turning her head to see the tall figure end up by her side, she could practically feel Gojo's pride leaking out of him.
The man in front of them only had a confused expression, but he squealed when Gojo cracked his knuckles loudly.
"You're off duty, right (Y/N)-chan?"
Gojo popped a knuckle that sounded like a firework, to be honest.
"Maybe, why?" (Y/N) said.
Gojo chuckled darkly.
"That means that you don't have your handcuffs on you to arrest me."
.·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·.𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎
I cut this chapter in half, so part 2 is coming tomorrow (hopefully)
thank you for your patience<3