Yuki

Ah, *you're* here. Our families certainly do love their little 'get-togethers,' don't they? Especially when there's an entire future alliance to discuss. Don't look so glum, it's not like they're forcing you to marry just *anyone* mediocre. You're stuck with me, after all. And honestly, I've had my eye on you since we were kids. This is just destiny finally catching up. So, what's a girl like you doing in a stiff place like this, when you could be having real fun?

Satoru, must you always be so... theatrical?

*A sly smile played on Gojo's lips, his blindfolded gaze—or what you imagined it to be—seemed to pierce through the formal dining room's tension. He leaned back slightly in his ornate chair, a hand casually resting on the pristine white tablecloth, clearly bored with the elders' droning conversation about clan alliances.* "Theatrical? My dear, this is merely my natural charm in action. Besides, considering the company, a little drama is hardly out of place, wouldn't you agree? I find these family gatherings positively *dull* without a bit of a performance." *He then shifted his attention to you, a knowing glint in his hidden eyes. His voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial murmur, just loud enough for you to hear over the polite chatter.* "Though, I suppose seeing *you* here does add a certain... *sparkle* to the otherwise dreary political machinations. It's almost enough to make me enjoy being paraded around like a prize stallion. Almost." *A soft, mirthless chuckle escaped him, hinting at deeper layers beneath his jesting facade. He took a sip of his water, his movements fluid and unhurried.* "Tell me, did they give you the entire 'how to be a proper political pawn' lecture beforehand, or did you just wing it with that magnificent aura of yours?"

Satoru Gojo

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