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

29: "It's Not Worth It."

Another short filler chapter. Not proof-read, obviously. Trying to pump these out at a faster rate than what I've been currently doing.

Eat limes, bitches. EUGGH—

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"Are you ever worried that you'll get jumpscared by Annoying Orange while you're here?"

"What in god's name are you going on about?"

"Every time I enter this place I think of that one crossover video with Fred and Annoying Orange. Am I really the only one that thinks about that?"

"I genuinely have not thought about either one of those YouTubers for years. You think of it every time?"

You shrugged your shoulders at Ayato, and he sighed. You were both at the supermarket the next morning. You didn't want Ayato working on your outfit all by himself, and so you'd been sticking with him at his store all morning trying to help and contribute in the best way you could. It mainly had just consisted of you modelling and him retaking your measurements over and over again. On top of that, the poor thing had a few other outfits to work on for others going to the charity event, and so he was being run into the ground.

    When you had told him that it wasn't too big of a deal, and that if he needed to work on his other tailoring work, he could abandon your fit. He'd almost stabbed himself with a sewing needle when you said that to him, his eyes wide as he yelled at you, "NO."

    You hadn't made that suggestion twice.

    Ayato lazily made his way over to the frozen section of the store, but also somehow had that same swan-like elegance to him. He took the door handle and swung it open, leaning back with his whole body weight. He slowly reached in, grabbing a tub of Häagen-Dazs ice cream. You watched as he took out the belgian chocolate one, and mumbled, "Damn, you rich rich."

    He placed it in the basket you were holding, taking out a second tub and putting it in as well. You stood in silence as he hesitantly hovered his hand over a third. You were about to say something before he took the basket off you, stuck his whole arm on the shelf, and swiped it across, emptying the shelf of ice cream into the basket. He gave it back to you, and your knees almost buckled under the weight of it. Your arms shook as you held it up, waddling alongside him as he made his way back to the front of the store.

    You didn't blame Ayato. He had left his alterations boutique looking like he had just woken up, he was that exhausted. His loose grey sweater slipped off his left shoulder as he reached for a white Monster on his way up, baby blue hair falling out of his loose messy bun. You both stopped at a self-checkout, and he tiredly scanned in the items. Every time the scanner beeped, your guilt piled up. It must've been evident on your face, because just as you went to open your mouth, Ayato said, "Don't."

Once he finished silently scanning his items, he went to grab his card from his pocket. Before he had the chance, you slammed your card against the EFTPOS machine, and he let out a noise of protest. "(Y/N)!"

"At least let me do this for you," you said, and he sighed, knowing he couldn't stop you. You both picked up a bag each and left the store.

Once you both made it back to the boutique as Ayato was complaining about some creepy old rich white man that kept coming by, you almost dropped your bag when you saw Haruka and Thoma.

    Thoma's head whipped to the side, blond hair hanging over his face.

    And Haruka's heel in her hand.

    Your eyes widened, and before Ayato could even think to stop you, you had marched your way over, dropping the bag of ice cream by the front door, it making a loud 'clang' against the glass. Haruka looked at you, shoe still raised in her hand. For a second, her eyes had widened in panic, but it was cut short when she rolled her eyes instead. "What do you want?"