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

4: "I Said Free Food, Not Good Food."

"Oh my god, move your fat fucking ass bro."

     "You just wish you had as much cake as me."

     You rolled your eyes at Gojo, finally making it past him in the hallway. He'd seen you coming his way and stepped in front of you, and when you went to go around him, he stepped in front of you again. And again, and again, and again.

     You just wanted to go to the bathroom.

     "You know," you called out to him as you both continued walking, "For such a big apartment, you've got pretty tiny hallways."

     "For such a big head, you've got a pretty tiny brain," was his instant reply as he entered the kitchen.

     You should've seen that one coming.

     You had moved in with Gojo two days ago, and it was a nightmare. Unfortunately, it was a Friday that you moved in, so you both had been stuck with each other over the weekend with nothing else to do but annoy each other. You guys didn't necessarily have a life outside of work.

     You had tried to briefly discuss the plan about Haruka with Gojo, but he clearly hadn't wanted to talk about it and pretended to be asleep.

     Whilst standing up.

     Very convincing.

     Once you had finished your business, you went to wash your hands. You couldn't help but look around the bathroom as you did so, noticing little bits and pieces. The matching shampoo and conditioner Gojo had in the shower, another set of a different shampoo and conditioner sitting in the disposal bin. Gojo's lone toothbrush sitting on a stand on the counter, another pink toothbrush in the same disposal bin. Old makeup brushes were also in the disposal, with nice rose gold handles to them. You assumed this was all Haruka's stuff.

     Sighing, you grabbed a couple of paper towels, drying your hands with them and throwing them in the disposal bin. You weren't going to ask Gojo about it just yet.

     You walked back out and noticed him hunched over the kitchen bench, writing on a sheet of notepaper. You stared from afar like a stalker, noticing how different his outfits were compared to when he was outside.

     He still wore a lot of black clothing at home, and he would constantly wear a long sleeved black shirt, sometimes having it rolled up to the sleeves depending on his mood, and a pair of black sweatpants. He wore a pair of big round women's sunglasses rather than his bandana, which you assumed was because it was more comfortable. It actually suited him quite well, but you'd never tell him that. His hair right now was kind of sticking out in different places, clearly not having been brushed yet.

      You walked over to him and took a look at what he was writing, noticing the 'Rules and Regulations' in big letters at the top of the page. "House rules?"

"For the meantime," he mumbled, dropping the pen and turning the sheet around so you could read it. "Here. And no, these rules can't be changed."

You frowned at him, peering down and reading the list.

Rules and Regulations

• one person cooks each week
• no guests
• no parties
• clean up after yourself, I'm not living with no damn pig

     You gave him a look at the last one, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Just saying."

     You knew that Gojo knew if you were to make a place messy, it would be yours and yours alone. Like your desk, for instance. Yes, it was just a little bit of a chaotic mess, but you wouldn't do that to other people's things. You borrow something from them, you put it back the same way you found it. You weren't going to be any different with Gojo's place, much to your dismay. Every fibre of your being wouldn't allow it, despite it being him.