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"Are you coming?"
You paused from typing on your laptop at the sound of Shoko's voice. Fresh from the shower, you turned just in time to see her walking toward her room.
"You've asked that 3 times now."
"I already told them you said yes."
You hummed and checked the time.
"You're a bit early."
"I haven't bought a gift yet. I was about to go out," replied your bestfriend.
"Can't you ask Gojo to buy one for you?"
There was a long pause, "Oh."
Before either of you could react further, the front door swung open, revealing Gojo Satoru in all his six-foot glory, dressed in a crisp white button-up with the sleeves casually rolled to his elbows, paired with his signature black slacks and those ever-present glasses. You looked away.
Shoko, now dressed in a simple black dress that hugged her frame just right, looked effortlessly fine. The soft fabric flowed just above her knees, with thin straps resting delicately on her shoulders. She walked up to the new presence in the room, "I forgot a gift."
Gojo only wordlessly tossed a small bag at her hands. You watched quietly as she reached into the bag and a black box sat on her hand.
"You realize I would never gift anyone a watch this expensive, right?"
"Not even our good little Megumi?" Gojo grinned.
"I'm not paying you back," Shoko shrugged and walked back to her room. The man just shrugged and you blinked. You got a glimpse of the box and you were certain enough that it had the logo of a familiar, luxurious brand for accessories. Three months of living with Shoko and you're yet to get used to the bizarre dynamics of her and Gojo's friendship.
His shaded eyes found yours across the room and you felt yourself straighten, "Hey."
"Hey. Everything good?"
"Yeah. Just wrapped up an essay due tomorrow," you replied, closing your laptop.
"Great. So, no more takesies backsies?" He asked with a knowing smile on his lips. He had that effortless charm, always looked like he stepped out of a storybook, and today was no different.
"That's the 4th time of the same question today. Shoko is insistent that I go," you smiled, "I'm certain you guys keep good company around."
You watched, as you always did, as his lips further stretch into his signature boyish grin and you fought the heat on your cheeks, "That we do! And we will drag you by the hair, you know. Get out there and have fun!"
"Whatever fun means to you."
"You got the shoes?"
You nodded, "Yeah. I hope he likes it."
"He will. I saw it on his online shopping cart."
"He probably hates you." You smirked.
"Oh, you'll know that he loves me like trouble."
"Satoru," Shoko called. He threw a "Yeah?" at her, but his eyes remained on yours, not looking away. You looked away, however, to start getting ready forthe event you're about to join them for tonight.
You've known Shoko since you were in sophomore years. You both were currently fourth years under an accountancy program, which had always been your first choice. You couldn't say the same for Shoko since she originally wanted to become a doctor, but circumstances allowed for something else for her.
Nonetheless, you were glad that you guys met. Frankly, you couldn't imagine where you'd be now if it weren't for her, especially after your blasted relationship had ended in the worst way possible 4 months ago. She was the one who kept you sane throughout all the insanity you've went through.
You had met Sukuna during third year during a joint university conference wherein he had rather boldly declared his interest on you. He went to a different university and was taking up an engineering course. He was a year ahead of you, so when you met him, he was a graduating student. He contacted you within the day, and the next you knew, you were meeting him in a bar, something you initially weren't used to, and then you said yes, and then you were dating.
In your defense, he didn't explicitly give you signs at first. He wasn’t hard to like initially. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, defined features, high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and eyes that held a certain cold amusement. His hair was always slightly tousled, as if he’d just run a hand through it, and somehow it only added to his appeal. There was something about the way he moved, slow, deliberate, like he owned every space he walked into.
That same man walked to you and asked for your name and number. That same man was your first boyfriend ever, which made the situation much more meaningful to you. He always knew the right thing to say. Compliments came easy to him, but they never felt rehearsed. To you, at least.
You should’ve known that as a warning sign of a man who’s good only at the beginning, who used lovebombing to pull you in. Three months into dating when he asked you to move in, and you said yes, completely deep into whatever you guys had. You should’ve known when his eyes stopped searching for you the way they used to, and his compliments grew rare and hollow, replaced by impatience or silence. When the sex, once tender and meaningful, became more about control than connection, and every time you tried to talk about how something hurted you, he’d dismiss you as too emotional or twist your words to make you doubt yourself.
The fights also grew more frequent and harsher, with him blaming you for things falling apart while ignoring your needs entirely. Then, he'd began adding his jealousy to the cycle. His paranoia spiraled so far out of control that he even tried to crash one of your meetings. Luckily, you managed to deescalate the situation before it got worse. There were at least three boys in the group, and that alone had him seeing red despite the fact that you’d never given him a single reason to be jealous. You weren’t even close to any of them beyond academics. Still, despite the pain and confusion, your heart told you to stay, caught in the pull of his lovebombs, the sudden flashes of charm and affection that kept you hoping for the man you once thought he was.
That cycle went on for a full year, and despite the relentless emotional and mental exhaustion, you chose to stay even as he chipped away at you.
Shoko then noticed and made it known that you didn’t look physically healthy anymore, and that you were kind of losing your spark. But you brushed it off, telling her you were fine as long as he was there, as long as you still had hope. You had introduced her to him when he used to walk you to school until he stopped a month after, so she knew him by name and face. She was the only one who knew him and who he was to you aside from your other classmates who had walked pass him whenever he's waiting for you at your school's gate.
She sighed over the phone, "You fought again?"
"I wasn't trying to. I was just telling him what I feel. He's being distant again."
"You're not the problem. Please don't think that it's your fault."
It was your turn to sigh, "I don't need to. He's already making a good job at doing that."
There was a pause, then she asked, "Wanna come over here for tonight?"
Sukuna left in a fit of silent rage, which had been starting to be the norm. He'd leave, then he'd come home drunk, not talking to you for several days. Then, when he felt like it, he'd come talk to you again and lay with you.
"I think I'll just stay here. He might think I'm meeting someone behind his back again."
Shoko murmured your name, her exhaustion unmistakable, seeping clearly through the phone like a fading echo. You understood that she felt as trapped as you were. It wasn't her business. It wasn't her relationship. She simply trusted you to navigate it on your own terms as an adult.
You should've known when you opened the door to your room, exhausted from your Finals exam week, and your half-naked boyfriend was on top of a woman you didn't recognize, that it was doomed from the very start. On your bed. In your room that you both shared for almost a year. You knew, then and there, that he didn't approach you that day because he was in love with you. He was attracted to you, and when he already got all that he could get from a woman like you, he was done.
You didn't even freeze. Your mind blanked, but the first thing you thought was to get the hell away from there. From all the mental gymnastics you'd suffered and endured all year, it didn't take you long enough to arrive with the decision of leaving the quickest way you could. You were out of the door before he could even acknowledge your presence. You were out of his place and him out of your life for good. You saw a way out and you took it.
It was the last week of the school year, and instead of celebrating of the success of completing your third year, you were walking alone in the cold and exhausted, tears running down your cheeks and hands shaking around your books. There was only one place in your mind, the only one that had ever been.
That's how Shoko found you on her doorstep, face-to-face with her concerned gaze as you quietly asked if you could take the empty room of her flat. When you moved in with Sukuna, you left your first flat. There was nowhere else for you to go but here. Shoko rented the whole place to have her space, but there was a spare room she kept just in case guests came by. You’d crashed there more than once during all-nighters for exams and projects, and her ability to stay up late made her place the perfect place to crash into, until you met your now-ex and moved in with him.
Shoko had no problem with the fact that you weren't able to visit and hang out with her anymore because your boyfriend was too demanding of your time, but she did have a massive problem now that you were crying and broken on her doorstep.
"Fuck," was all she said before pulling you into a tight hug, "What the fuck happened?"
Your whole body ached with a kind of tired that went deeper than sleep, the kind that settled deep in your chest. You knew this going to traumatize you as you clung to your friend like you might fall apart if you let go, sobs breaking free before you could stop them, raw, messy and real. No words came, just the overwhelming weight of everything you’d kept bottled up. Still, one thing was important, and that's what you voiced out with whatever strength you had left.
"I'm done."
You sat in silence on her couch as she prepared anything from her kitchen that could remotely ease your stress. Three glasses of water later, she was seating next to you, letting the silence take over as you gathered your wits. She let you take your time.
Then you dropped it on her, "I walked in on him on a girl in our room."
Now that you’d said it out loud did the gravity of it, heavy, undeniable, and sharp in your chest, finally hit.
Shoko only hugged you wordlessly, and from the contact, you could feel how rigid she was, like she was actively trying not to explode in anger. You've know Shoko for a while now, and she was a master of her emotions.Years of friendship and not once had you seen her angry. She carried a kind of calm that never cracked no matter how messed up things got. But as she pressed into you and you felt her arms shaking in rage, you realized that this was the most emotion she'd shown so far, but you supposed you couldn't blame her.
"I'm going to kill him," she seethed as she hugged you in comfort, and knowing her, empty threats were out of the question.
"Leave it. I just want to be away," you replied weakly. The pain you felt from the betrayal was indescribable, leaving your head blank and unresponsive from the impact of it all: the build-up of all the toxic dynamics in your relationship that you convinced yourself were only challenges and were natural, the constant gaslighting, the demands and out-of-place jealousy, only for him to end up to be the one guilty of every nasty thing he’d ever blamed you for.
But you were free from all that now. All that was left was to use that freedom to pick up the pieces of yourself you couldn’t hold onto while trapped in that endless cycle.
Shoko agreed immediately to your request of staying with her.
"You need this. If you have nowhere else to go, then I am more than willing to share a place with you. No pressure, do it at your own pace," she'd consistently remind you whenever you'd try to bring up the topic of moving out as soon as possible or when you started to feel a bit better. Since then, you'd lived together with Shoko, with your room being the previous guest room. The topic of you moving out was a topic of the past now. You felt entirely comfortable in where you were, having able to sort it out and blend with her lifestyle in just a short amount of time.
The first month passed in a blur. It was the start of a 2-month long vacation before fourth year but you called your parents to tell them that you're staying at your friend's place for the rest of it. They didn't mind and you were grateful for that. Shoko did the same to her parents.
Sukuna had tried to contact you through call, but there was no point of making up with him, so you never answered. He tried to call you once or twice, and then he didn't call again. You sighed in both the pain of loss and relief. You still had your things in his place, but you didn't mind. You had your phone, your cards, and your school supplies when you left. You had also shopped some new clothes with Shoko, so you didn't need to go back there and get anything. Not that you would even try.
You got into baking the second month. It was a generic kind of healing, but you found enjoyment in it. You understood why a lot of people did this after suffering something traumatic. Baking quieted the noise inside you. The steady pace and warm smells wrapped around you, bringing a calm you weren't familiar with before. It’s not flashy, but this small kind of peace felt real, and somehow, it stayed.
You felt significantly better on the third month. This time, you found solace in coffee blending. Shoko would find your experiment on the countertop once or twice a week, particularly when there's a major project or quiz upcoming when you needed to stay up late. Your monthly allowance sustained you well since you didn't have lots of luxury and you would consider yourself as someone who was financially smart. At least you didn't end up broke after your break up. There was that.
The new school year had also started. Your first week back at school was as usual, but the units were heavier now that it was your last year. Your kitchen top had also started to hold lots of coffee-related machines that, as Shoko joked once, you could actually pass as a café and maybe you both could switch to being baristas if accounting didn't work out.
"This is good," she commented again.
"You said that to all of them."
"No like this one's it. A new favorite."
You felt pleased because that was your personal favorite from your little experiments of the day, "That's just a french roast with more of the Robusta beans than usual."
"That makes sense. It tastes familiar but it's stronger."
You and Shoko's love for coffee mainly stemmed from the fact that you needed them for college given that you both had heavier units this final year. You weren't able to advance study during the vacation due to the circumstances so you supposed you'd have to grind much harder. You were looking forward to it, to be honest, now that you weren't trapped in some cycle you'd managed to outgrow now.
You were absolutely not dating again. Not soon, at least.
True enough, the lessons got objectively much harder and more complex. They were all heavier on the Math parts, which was where you were weaker. You had some help before from your ex-boyfriend who was good at Math during the few times that he was actually a decent partner, but that was out of the question now.
"You holding up alright?" you asked Shoko. She always took the living room to study, and on her feet was coffee you'd made for her, while you locked yourself in your room as you preferred studying alone than when with someone since it helped you focus more. You and Shoko tend to do something else whenever you tried to study together at the living room. She was also never vocal if she was struggling academically, but knowing her, you're pretty certain she's doing better than you did. Shoko was naturally smart and she excelled in your course, even when her first love was medicine.
"Mostly. Some of these are fucking driving me nuts though," she grumbled and you understood. There were concepts that were entirely new to you and were not introduced and discussed during your previous years.
"I'm done with my assignment but I'm not really sure. Do we have the same instructor?"
"Is that the 20-item solving?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, that. I'm done with that, too, but I'll have a close friend come over to check it for me. He majors in Math."
You hummed and nodded, "Would he check mine as well? I'll just prepare something for him as a token."
You heard a scoff from her, "You bet you could bribe him with food anytime."
"You mentioned you had guests here before I moved in," you recalled, "Do they know? I mean, since I've moved in, I haven't seen any guests coming over."
"Oh. They know about you. They don't mind. They've only been here once or twice. Our usual hang out place is in a different flat. There's only one who comes here more often than the others to help with some of my Math-heavy lessons. He used to stay in your room when he got lazy to go home."
You nodded in understanding, and paused, "Did you tell him about..." you trailed off at the topic you hadn't thought about for a good month now. You were also aware about Shoko's group of friends and just haven't had the chance of meeting them.
"I didn't lay all the details, of course. I just said you were going through a tough break up and, well, I might have described your ex-boyfriend to him as a nasty, cheating son of a bitch that you needed to get away from."
"I don't mind. I mean, I'm better now. He can come over it he wants."
"You sure? He can get a bit too much."
Your brows furrowed, "What do you mean?"
Shoko paused, trying to choose her words clearly and right, "Let's just say he can get annoying and scary to some," she shrugged.
On a Friday night the next week, you were busying yourself making pizza when the main door bursted open, startling you. With wide eyes, you turned to find a very tall man walking through the door, both arms on the air. Then a voice boomed.
"Daddy's home!"
You blinked at the unfamiliar figure on your living room whose energy was on the roof. You weren't expecting in your head of what Shoko's "scary" male friend might looked like, but if you ever did, you were certain that none of your possible imaginations would have came close to the man standing in front of you.
Your eyes immediately landed on the shock of white hair atop his head that was paler than anyone you’d ever seen. Then, the next thing you noticed was the glasses he wore, which you found bizarre considering it was night time.
"Gross. You got me cigs? I'm low. I forgot to text it," Shoko was behind you. Remembering your manners, you greeted him from the kitchen.
"Hi," you welcomed like a good host. You cleared your throat, not knowing how to be more welcoming than a Hi. Watching him grin at you, Shoko's words from a few days ago made sense.
He's scary gorgeous. That was your exact first impression of Gojo Satoru. He's scary because there was no natural explanation to why he looked like that.
Based on how he unceremoniously barged into the place, he carried a kind of confidence that made it easy to understand why Shoko warned he could be too much or come off as annoying to anyone who didn’t know him well. He stood tall and relaxed, with a lean build that looked strong without being overly bulky. There was something in the way he carried himself, easy but sure, that made you pull in into watching him. His presence felt much calmer and welcoming, unlike Sukuna’s overwhelming and intense energy, but it was still sharp enough to keep you on edge.
Another thing that was impossible to miss was his impressive height. You thought the living room looked like it shrunk on itself from the kitchen as he turned and faced you with a perfect, boyish grin, "Hey! I'm Shoko's incredibly handsome friend. Hope you're having a blast here."
You thought at least he knew, "I am, thank you. Do you, uh," You pulled whatever's on the top of your head, "Do you, are you, uh, do you want something to eat? I'm making dinner."
You could almost slap yourself in utter humiliation, but Shoko answered for you, "Oh, he's not staying long. I'll just have him take a look and then he's out."
"Oh, come on, Shoko. At least feed your smart and good-looking friend before he goes."
You couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses, but you were pretty sure he was staring at you as he replied to his friend. You tried to meet his hooded gaze out of politeness, but for some reason, you couldn’t keep your eyes fixed on one spot on his face.
This was ridiculous. It's like you hadn't been in a male's company before. Sukuna had been cold, handsome and hot, whatever, but the man before you was so alive and beautiful. He sounded gorgeous, too, and he's a Math Major. His voice was light in the ears, not too deep to unsettle you, and it carried an ever carefree tone. A smile seemed to be permanently living on his lips.
"Fine, but I can't hang out tonight. I have three papers to pass tomorrow. Oh, and this is my uni best friend and flat mate I told you about. Don't scare her off," Shoko introduced you properly. You raised a hand to give a small wave at his direction and smiled, hoping it didn't look weird.
"I'm Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you, and I'll have anything you make, as long as it's edible," he threw you another grin before following his friend to her room. They were talking to each other rather loudly and you understood that their friendship ran deeper than it seemed. She mentioned that they'd known each other since high school, which was indeed a really long time. You barely remember your classmates' names from high school.
Once they were out of sight, their bickering voices echoing from the room, you continued the pizza you were making before he arrived. You focused back on the task instead of wandering back to the new presence in the flat.
There was something striking about the contrast of his white hair, the sharp lines of his face, and the way he carried himself with such ease, like he knew exactly how people saw him and didn’t mind one bit. You could see why people found him intimidating. It wasn’t just the looks or the height, but it was more of how he seemed untouchable.
You blamed your silent agitation on your hormones, or the fact that you weren't used to a third person in your place or the fact that you didn't think you'd seen anyone that beautiful yet. Whichever it was, they were a good distraction for you to prevent your mind from fixating on what his eyes might looked like.
When dinner time came, you knocked on Shoko's open door. You hadn’t meant to intrude, but when you glanced inside, you saw Gojo perched on Shoko’s study table, completely absorbed in whatever he was scribbling, while Shoko lounged on her bed, casually scrolling through her phone.
"You guys hungry yet?" you called. You watched as Gojo looked up from his writing and glanced over at you standing by the door, still with his shades on, which you still found strange but didn’t have the courage to ask about.
"Hey," he gave you a smile, and now that you were closer than when he first smiled at you from the door, you noticed he also had a perfect set of white teeth, "I'm about to finish. Don't know about Shoko."
She stood up from her bed and gave you a hug, something you were used to, knowing how clingy she could get when she was in the mood. Still, you felt a bit caught off guard, especially with a visitor around who you weren’t used to having, "I'm hungry."
"You two go on, I'll follow," Gojo waved you both off, his focus back on the task on the table. He was humming to a music playing on his phone.
You and Shoko left Gojo in her room as per his request, and when you reached the kitchen, you threw a smirk at your friend, "Ask for help, huh?"
She shrugged, munching on a pizza, "Faster that way. He volunteered. I'm never passing up a free assignment offer."
"You guys do this often? Do each other's assignments?"
"Just him on the solving stuff. I do his minors. The day Gojo Satoru writes an essay on how lady bugs procreate is the day I die."
You hummed, quietly impressed by their little system. You then joined Shoko eating, and after a few minutes, you both heard Shoko's door open. You’d already prepared a plate for him. You kept your eyes on your plate, trying not to watch as he walked smoothly across the living room with that easy confidence, his height making him stand out, before taking the seat next to Shoko.
This was really ridiculous. You've dealt with far worse matters than meeting a man who happened to be the most beautiful being you've ever seen and you're kind of losing your shit.
He wordlessly locked eyes (behind his glasses) with you for a moment, gave you a nod, then started to eat. You just hoped you weren’t too obvious with your staring when you saw him pause at the first bite.
"This is good as hell. You made this?" He asked, looking back up at you.
"Yeah. Thanks. Please, have more before you go," you offered, gesturing to the other plates you made. You and Shoko were never big eaters, which honestly saved you a lot of money.
You saw him look over at your coffee makers. Thank God you cleaned them all before he came here, "You guys launching a café?"
Smiling sheepishly, you replied, "Just a hobby of mine."
"Why, I hope you don't mind good ol' me would like to try some of that."
You shrugged, "Of course."
Dinner wasn't a silent affair. You learned pretty quickly that Shoko's white-haired friend wasn’t the type to sit in silence, but he wasn’t loud or obnoxiously over-the-top either. He rather had a good balance. It felt like he just didn’t like awkward silences, so he talked. His voice was easy to listen to, accompanied with a lot of hand movements and his stories weren’t annoying. You figured he was just being polite, making an effort to connect to his friend's friend instead of sitting there like a snob guest.
You sat quietly, listening as he talked about his classes, how annoying his professors could be with their outdated rules and ideas, how basic his exams and quizzes were, and how many girls and boys he'd turned down that week. It made sense, you thought, that you weren't the only one who found him attractive. He also didn't seem to mind that a stranger like you was hearing all that. You'd quietly nod in between his stories to let him know that you were listening.
"So, you guys in the same class?" Gojo then asked, addressing the question to you.
"No, actually. We're in different sections," you replied. He nodded and faced Shoko again.
"So you have different schedules. I can’t ask her where you are every Saturday night."
You heard a sigh from Shoko, "I told you. I'm busy."
You yourself wasn't aware of your friend's schedule entirely. She was home with you or she wasn't. Sometimes, she'd let you know where she went, but you didn't mind if she didn't. You were grown adults with individual lives. Though if you thought about it, in the months you've been living with her, you noticed that she seemed to have a constant commitment during Saturday nights. When you asked once about it, she said that was the only time she and her friends from high school who were in a different but nearby university could hang out, like a regular night out. She'd come home the same night.
However, you did notice recently that she wasn't going out on Saturday nights anymore like she usually did. You couldn't remember clearly when exactly it started, and you didn't bother asking what happened. You supposed she was just busy and could not make time for them anymore.
"Yeah, sure. She mentioned you ghosted her," Gojo raised a brow at her. Shoko rolled her eyes at that. You listened quietly, clueless as to they were talking about.
Gojo pointed a fork at you, "She also might’ve gone off during a drunken rant, said something about you being the reason."
You looked over to Shoko, who looked like she wanted to punch something, "Oh, god, and you think that's true, Satoru?"
"Of course not. Just want you to stop bothering lying to me. Everyone knows you've been intentionally skipping the night outs because you're avoiding Utahime."
You raised a brow. Shoko rarely shared anything about her personal life to you, least of all her love life, if she even had one. You valued privacy as much as she did. You honestly doubted she did, considering your units and the fact that she was, well, Shoko. Dating just didn’t seem like her thing.
She paused and sighed, "It's nothing. I just don't feel comfortable yet. And stop going to her to snoop about us! If you have questions, you ask me, Satoru."
"Copy. I barely give a damn how lesbians act when they chicken out or get ghosted," He rolled his eyes, rather dramatically, then, as if just remembering the other presence at the table, he paused at your direction, "Sorry about that. Our good friend here apparently has some situationship with one of our friends, chickened out, and is ghosting everyone."
You nodded in mild amusement, eyeing Shoko, who seemed to find new interest on her now empty plate. You were definitely asking her about that.
"But to be clear, we're not, uh," You let out an amused scoff, not knowing how to entertain or acknowledge the ridiculous insinuation, "She's my friend. I don't really dig into that dating my friend thing."
Gojo hummed, "I know. Complicates things, doesn't it? The next thing you know, you're ghosting your other friends as well."
Shoko scoffed, "Fine. I'll be there the next. Just don't ask too much questions. We're fine. I'm just... not ready yet," Shoko eyed you, and you only eyed her back, not knowing anything about her supposed situationship given that she hadn't told you anything about it.
Gojo let out a loud chuckle at Shoko's display of uneasiness, "Hey, no pressure! Just a bit freaked out, you know. This Shoko Ieiri chickening out thing. Can't believe I lived to see the day."
Your lips lifted at that, understanding the sentiment.
Gojo faced you again, "You not letting her off this?"
You smiled, "Nope. I'm going full interview on her when you get home."
He leaned back, raising his arms in a stretch, "Well, that sucks. I want to watch that play."
"Too bad," Shoko tried to kick Gojo under the table, but the man probably saw it coming, "You're going home after this. We have an exam tomorrow."
"I have nothing to do at home!" Gojo complained in a tone that reminded you of a toddler.
"That's not my problem. Bother someone else. I'm sure Nanami misses you."
He scoffed, "And I'm pretty sure the earth is square."
You stood up to begin cleaning up, then after a moment, you heard Gojo dialing someone on the phone, "Suguru, can I come over? Shoko's kicking me out again."
A pause.
"Damn. No one wants me. Can you believe it?"
"Satoru, unlike some, people have lives to attend to." Shoko taunted. You pressed your lips together at their bickering.
"I hope the Kikufuku shop is open. I'll stay there for a while since none of you want me."
Kikufuku? As in the mochi?
"Satoru, go home." Shoko deadpanned.
The grown, beautiful man pouted his lips, "Alright. As long as you're coming on Saturday."
"I will."
"I will buy all the cigarettes in this place and hide them from you if you're lying right now."
That seemed to stun Shoko into silence, and you almost thought that maybe he wasn't joking about that.
"Fine," she huffed. That seemed enough to please him. Then, he turned to you, "I'll be going now.
The dinner ended uneventfully and you walked Gojo to the door. Quickly, you sent him away with a quick, "Nice to meet you again."
This man was really gorgeous, "You too. See you when I see you."
When the door closed, you felt yourself a release a breath, which was again, ridiculous. You turned to go clean at the kitchen when Shoko spoke.
"How is he?"
You raised a brow.
"How exactly?"
"Did he scare you?"
You were pretty scared alright, judging from the sweat on your palms and the lingering thoughts and questions in your head, all of which have something to do with the man who just left the doorstep.
This was, again, absolutely fucking ridiculous.
"He's alright." He's very fucking pretty, Shoko. What the hell was that? "Definitely giving off jockey nerd vibes. Why'd you ask?"
"I'm thinking of introducing you to my friends and ask you to join our night outs. They badly want to meet you."
"Oh," you smirked, "I'd like that. I'd also be glad to be able to personally clear my name up to your girlfriend about us."
She looked flustered for a moment and you almost laughed out, then quickly, her face set back to its usual passive expression, "She's not my girlfriend."
When she retired to her room, you spent the rest of the night keeping your mind from drifting back to the visitor earlier.