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

30: "Did You Bump Into Him?"

(y/f/i-c/f) - your favourite ice-cream flavour

If you don't like ice cream. . . Well, that's a you problem.

If you're lactose intolerant and can't have ice cream, in the wise words of Ted Nivison: "Everybody poops."

I'm pretty sure that was him, I'm not even sure anymore I just wanna go to sleep fuck me dead—
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     "Thoma, what do you want?"

     "Six scoops of the mint chocolate chip plea—"

     "BOI WHATCHU NEED SIX SCOOPS OF THE SAME DAMN FLAVOUR FOR—"

      "I NEED IT TO LAST—"

      "SIX SCOOPS OF ICE CREAM STACKED ON TOP OF EACH OTHER ON A CONE IS GONNA LAST? YOU DEEP-THROATING THAT SHIT??"

      "AS A MATTER OF FACT, I AM—"

      "THOMA BY THE TIME I GET BACK IT'S ALL GONNA MELT—"

     "WELL THEN YOU BETTER RUN HUH—"

      "SORRY?????"

      "Go before I smash myself in the head with the sewing machine."

      "Damn the whole sewing machine—"

      "GO."

      You mumbled a small apology to Ayato before you unlocked the front door of the boutique and watched as Thoma locked it again behind you, not wanting anyone to come in at 11pm. He smiled cheerfully at you on the other side of the glass, holding his hand up in a motion that would indicate the height of the dessert he was after. You narrowed your eyes at him before spinning around.

You made your journey down to the ice cream stand you knew was only open late at night. You'd been there several times whilst either out in the area or while you were staying with Gojo. It wasn't too far from the boutique, about a three-minute trip, which is why you'd decided to walk.

It was usually the older gentleman that would be standing by the stall, Mr Hamada. But instead there was—

"Henry?"

He looked up from his phone, smiling cheerfully. "(Y/N)-sensei— I MEAN— AH—"

It was nice to know your students still addressed you as their teacher behind your back, because that would be the only reason why Henry would call you that.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I mean. . . A-Agh what's your surname? Go-Gojo?"

You almost choked on your saliva, waving your hand in front of you. "No, no no no. No, I'm not— no. (L/N). (L/N) is my last name. (Y/N) is fine."

If it was even possible, Henry's face fell into a deeper shade of red. "I'm sO SORRY, I JUST ASSUMED. I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASSUMED THAT YOU AND GOJO-SENSEI WERE MARRIED— I MEAN GOJO, FUCK—"

      "whAT MADE YOU ASSUME THAT—"

      "AAAHHHHH I DON'T KNOW."

      You sighed, leaning your forearms on the stall in exhaustion, deciding to change the subject. "Christ's sake, kid, this another side hustle or something?"

      "Yeah. Festival is over, so I'm working under Mr. Hamada. Plus, I think he needed the help anyway. He's getting a bit too old to stay out this late, even if he does enjoy it."

      You smiled at the teenager, nodding your head. He seemed like he was raised properly. "You're doing good, kid. Seriously. Just make sure you don't fully take his job. I need my dealer."