ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 五条悟

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I awaken to the sound of his steady and peaceful breathing, his head resting on the border of the bed as he is sitting on the floor. I'm tucked in under the covers, fully dressed. I start to remember why this setting came to happen. Gojou Satoru is sleeping in my room. I can't deny this fact anymore after I did a little detour by his hellish domain expansion. I silently sit on the bed. I cover my face with my hand as I sit cross legged. Somehow, the Gojou Satoru from the manga and the Gojou Satoru in my room were the same. No matter how hard I try, I can't make any sense out of this information. He also said he woke up with a paper with my name on it. Why am I even included in this totally mental movie-like scenario ? I massage my temples, my head is pulsating.

And it had to be Gojou of all the fucking anime characters.

I take my phone and delete all the half naked drawings of him I have saved in my gallery with reluctance. I notice it's past 11 p.m, and that's probably why I'm hungry. I passed out for quite a long time. I get up, light on my feet and grab a post-it on my desk.

I write : Hey, if you wake up, don't come out even if you hear noises. I'm coming back.

I stick it on the door before I go to the living room, closing the door behind me. I walk to the kitchen and grab everything I need to make an omelette. I'm sure Gojou didn't get to eat yet, and it bothers me. I don't like to know people are hungry, because I know all too well what it means to be.

The entrance door slams open and startles me. An egg escapes my hand and breaks on the floor. The foul smell of alcohol already harasses my nostrils as I clean the egg off the floor.

"Y/N, YOU'RE HERE ?" my dad yells like he can't hear himself.

I don't answer and stay focused on whipping the eggs. He stumbles across the apartment, making a picture frame shatter on the ground.

"Oops." he snorts, drunk. He still has a bottle of cheap vodka in his hand as he staggers to his room. I can't bear the sight of him. The eggs almost become fluffy white, I have been whipping so hard I didn't notice. My dad finally gets in his room and shuts the door in a loud thump behind him. I keep cooking, my mind drifting off. I didn't realise the mental strain today put on me. My ex best friend hooking up with my crush, Gojou Satoru, sound asleep in my bedroom, and my usual, chaotic life.

Sometimes, I wish I could induce myself in a coma, just to rest away from reality a little. I really need a break. I blink back my tears.

 I finish cooking and serve two plates that I bring back to my room. My hands being full, I clumsily manage to get the door open and push it enough to sneak a peek.

 Gojou is sitting on my bed, staring down at the carpet. I make my way through the doorway and put the plates on my desk. He looks at me weirdly.

"I'm sorry I called you crazy earlier," I say. "I still don't understand how it's possible."

"Me neither." he lies on the bed in a loud sigh. "I woke up in a park, only knowing I wasn't in Japan."

I take a seat on a chair. "How did you find me ?"

He gets on his elbows, now looking at me with his ocean eyes. I used to have little heart attacks over them every time he appeared in the anime. Now, face to face, in the flesh, my heart beats more than ever, accelerating uncontrollably.

"You're not going to believe me."

I puff. "Boy, try me."

He bites his lower lip with a smile.

Girl I'm glad I'm sitting.

"So I wake up on a bench in the park, and there's this grandma having trouble walking with all her shoppings bags. She asks me to help her to her apartment, and I accept because I'm a gentleman."

I chuckle and lean toward as I'm drawn by charisma. When he talks, he makes everything interesting.

"I get the bags to her apartment and when getting back, I spot your name on one of the ring bells. So I knocked." he finishes with a smile.

I hand him his plate, and he thanks me.

"You have no idea on how you came here?" I ask.

"I have trouble remembering what happened." he hums. "I might have my theory, but I'm still pondering 'bout it." he says before devouring his dish.

"Well," I say between two bites, "I don't know about you but I'm pretty washed out from today."

He vigorously nods, his mouth full.

"So let's eat and sleep, tomorrow we'll figure out how to take care of the situation."

"Can I stay here?" he asks.

I nod. "I'll have to ask you to hide here when my father is home. Don't worry, he's not here a lot."

"Of course." he says in a low voice. He looks at me weirdly again.

I give him the rest of my dish and he eats in so eagerly I feel guilty not to have made more. Looking back, I'm actually living the dream of thousands of persons. I got to meet one of my favorite anime characters in real life, how cool is that ?

Good thing I have an interview this week for a part time job, because I'm going to support him while we figure things out. He doesn't seem too fazed about his current situation, less so than me at least.

"Come." I say as I get up and open up the door.

Luckily, my room was in the same corridor as the bathroom, and my father's was at the opposite, connected to the living room. He follows behind me as we enter the bathroom.

"Here's a clean towel and..." I rummage in the cabinet. "Here's a toothbrush." I put the purple toothbrush next to mine in the toothbrush holder.

"We'll see to get you clothes tomorrow."

He walks up to me with a tender smile. I'm startled when he gently kisses my forehead.

"Thank you, Y/n." I smile shyly as heat starts to rise in my cheeks. I hastily get out and walk to my room.

I sleep on two mattresses usually, so I get one of them on the floor so he can sleep on something soft. I give him the one which belonged to my mother, it is the most comfortable between the two. I hear the water running in the bathroom. Good thing my father is a drunk and is probably passed out in his room until noon, it makes him oblivious to anything around him, including me.

 I get a comforter and a pillow out of my cupboard. I make his bed neat and comfy. I want him to feel safe here. I know it's weird because he surely is the most powerful being there is around right now, and actually older than me, but it doesn't mean he can't feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
I can't imagine what it would be like to get teleported to another plane of existence with nothing on you. No money, no clothes except the ones on your back, no landmarks. Even if maybe I'm not the Y/n he was supposed to meet, I'm glad he's here. Also, if I'm being honest, he's truly a sight to behold. As this thought passes my mind, he comes through the door.
His hair is still dripping wet, drops of water trails on his naked chest as he is in his underwear. Half naked.

I'm kneeling on the ground, trying to get his pillow in a pillowcase. I can't stop staring at him.

"Stare much?" he teases.

I blush as I shove the pillow forcefully into the pillowcase. He sits on the mattress on the ground beside me.

"It's weird knowing that you know me when I don't even know you." he says.

"I know a little about your personality and how you act, but that's all." I reassure him. "You're still pretty much a mystery."

And a good one. I slap myself mentally at the thought. 

I get up and close the light, lighting the room with my phone as I climb up on my bed. I dismiss the messages I received all this time, way too tired to even read anything. I turn off my phone's flashlight, plunging us into darkness.

He whispers in the dark.

"Something is bothering me."

"Mh?"

"Your name on the paper. It's my handwriting."

The day ends with more questions, and still no answers.