𝓝𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 [r.sukuna]

32. Ghost Parade

Once she got out of the shower the shame she was feeling still lingered.

Now she perfectly remembered why Sukuna often told her that she wasn't allowed to drink.

She was a menace while drunk. Also she wasn't able to refrain herself.

Shinzo had a few flesh of last night and she could swear that the both of them sprayed a wall with paint drawing a penis and afterwards they found it hilarious.

Ugh, this didn't sound like her. At all.

She was twenty for God's sake, there was no way she would find penis jokes funny.

Well maybe Gojo would even as a sober man. He looked like the kind of man that would do "deez nuts" jokes.

She wrapped herself in a clean towel and waited for Gojo to bring her new underwear.

A singsong knock came from the other side of the door and she slightly opened it to grab whatever the man was handing her.

"A "thank you" would be much appreciated, you know?" he pouted from the other side of the door.

"I'm sorry I-what the fuck is this?!" Shinzo finally looked at what he had handed to her, it was sexy lingerie, she was going to strangle him.

"Fancy underwear." he answered giddily.

Her eyes were twitching, he was enjoying teasing her a bit too much.

Her anger management skills weren't exactly on point since she was basically raised by Ryōmen Sukuna, who would kill anyone that looked him in a slightly funny way.

'Count to 10, he doesn't know what he's doing,  he's just a stupid overgrown 5 years old man.' she told herself while she let out deep breaths.

She got dressed in that skimpy underwear and put on the sweatpants and white t-shirt that Gojo previously gave her.

She stepped out of the bathroom and found the idiot lazily scrolling his Instagram, obviously admiring himself, while he ate sweets.

"Gojo, we need to talk." she sighed while pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Look who's decided to join me~" he joked and succeeded in annoying her even further.

"Please, shut your trap and let me talk, before I stitch it shut." Gojo was about to open his mouth.

"And no, I don't care that you've got that stupid technique on yourself. I don't give a fuck." she concluded looking in his eyes to see if he got the message.

"By the way...you're cute when your mad." he joked, and she went to strangle him.

However before she could strangle him to death, she reminded herself that if she killed the man he'd hunt her as a ghost.

Obviously she didn't want to spend the rest of her life being stuck with a ghost Gojo, thus killing was a big no-no.

On the other hand strangling him could end her stress source, maybe everyone's stress source and in the end it would even stop global warming.

Look at Nanami, he's a year younger then Gojo, but he looks like he was in his 40s.

She dragged an hand over her face and let out an even louder sigh.

"Listen clear and listen carefully because I'm not going to repeat myself."

"We are NOT going to talk about what happened last night EVER again. No, you're not allowed to make allusive jokes about it either. And most important of all no one can find out about what happened." she was pulling him by his collar and tried to look calm and collected.