𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 | gojo satoru x reader

2: "Have You Actually Gotten Up Off The Ground Yet?"

Spot the Gintama quote.

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"(Y/N)-sensei, please."

    "No."

    "(Y/N)-senseeiiiii <3~"

    "Ew, get the fuck away from me."

    "(Y/N)-sensei, please! He hasn't left his hole for eight days."

    You didn't want anything to do with smelly Gojo. Literally, smelly Gojo. He hadn't washed himself for eight full days.

    Because he hadn't left Jujutsu High. For eight whole days.

    When asked about it, he only said that his apartment reminded him too much of Haruka.

    It was getting really depressing, and even you were starting to get worried about him. However, you knew he would be fine in the end.

    But he was beginning to stink.

    Stink bad.

    First it was the staff room. He had made it his own living space. A living space without a shower.

    You had walked in on about day three, stopped in your tracks, smelt the room, gave a disgusted look and said, "The air is rank with human stank."

    Which of course didn't make him feel any better; but it had to be said.

    Then the stink progressed to the corridor, and then the neighbouring classrooms.

    He had to get out of that room, get back to his apartment, and get his general hygiene back in order. He needed to fix himself up, even if it was the standard necessities.

    You just didn't know why Itadori was asking you to help be the one to drag him out of his hole.

    "Itadori, I am the absolute last person that would be able to help in this situation." You sighed, laying down on the grass hill looking out toward the courtyard.

    "(Y/N)-sensei, you've known Gojo for twelve years! You know him better than anyone."

    "Just because I know him doesn't mean he'll be happy to see me. Like you said, it's been twelve years. But guess what? Those twelve years? They were spent with both of us hating each other. The fact that it went on for twelve years and is still going on, really should say something. I'm sorry, Itadori, I can't be the one to snap him out of things. It's either Haruka or no one. The next best person I can think of is Nanami."

    "I've already asked Nanami though," Itadori said, slumping down next to you. You saw his defeated look, and you felt bad for the kid. He really cared for people, and you knew he wasn't just trying to get Gojo out because he was stinky. He wanted Gojo to feel better. He wanted his happy teacher back. He actually gave a shit.

    Even you could admit that you were missing the pranks a little bit. You had been bringing extra pairs of clothes for four years, and that routine hadn't stopped for the past eight days. You'd all had been relying on him snapping out of it on his own. You knew that wasn't going to happen, and you knew you couldn't be the one to do it.

    However, seeing the look on Itadori's face was enough to change your mind.

    You groaned, annoyed at your need for your students to be happy. Sitting up, you huffed aggressively before saying, "Fine. I'll do it if it. But I'll need a hazmat suit."

    Itadori smiled brightly, and his smile was so contagious that not even said hazmat suit would've saved you from it. "Thank you, (Y/N)-sensei."

    "Yeah, kid. You owe me a life debt now."