𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛' 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎 {𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 × 𝑏𝑙𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 × 𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖}

𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏' 𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒂 {𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕}

𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑵' 𝑴𝑨𝑴𝑨
ɢᴏᴊᴏ × ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ × ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

꧁ꕥ꧂

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1749

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆/𝒕𝒂𝒈(𝒔): 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆/𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒊-𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

(Y/N) = your name
(L/N) = last name
(N/N) = nickname

ꕥ

Let's face it when it comes to Gojo, the man is a little shit.

Yaga knows, Gakuganji knows, Utahime, Ieiri, the supervisors, hell even some of his students. But none of them strongly agree with that statement more than Nanami.

If by any chance the two were to ever agree on something outside of work as sorcerers, then you would know that hell froze over.

So why didn't it?

Because right now, the two sorcerers were running at top speed to a certain destination in Tokyo after both receiving a text message from a certain contact.

(𝐘/𝐍) / (𝐍/𝐍)🍫👅
𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳?
   7:23 pm

That was sent at 7:23 pm and the two made it to (Y/N)'s apartment complex in five minutes. It would be a half-hour walk from where they were... if they were non-sorcerers.

Stopping at her front door Gojo rapidly knocked on the door.

"It's open!"

Gojo and Nanami rushed through the door and kicked their shoes off and scuttled to the kitchen to see a dark-skinned woman drying her hands off with a towel she looked up to see the two tall men stop outside the kitchen threshold. Gojo had his blindfold off.

"What did you make?" the two asked.

"Well hello to you, too," (Y/N) raised her right eyebrow as she frowned at the sorcerers.

"Sorry... Hi, (Y/N)," Gojo grinned.

"Hello, (Y/N)," Nanami bowed his head.

"Kenny. Jo." (Y/N) greeted them with a smile on her face. "How was your mission?"

"Tiring." Nanami sighed. "But since Gojo was with me, it was exhausting."

"No kidding! Even though it was only a second-grade curse, it was incredibly fast at running away."

(Y/N) laughs.

"Alright," (Y/N) grins. "So for you, Gojo, I made honey-glazed ham with a batch of cornbread. For you, Nanami, I have a garlic-seasoned pork loin with a serving of homemade bread rolls glazed with cinnamon honey butter. And for the both of you, I made an assortment of sides of green beans, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes & gravy, stuffing, corn, and potato salad."

Gojo was salivating, while Nanami kept a straight face but his stomach was growling.

"Wash your hands. It's ready."

꧁ꕥ꧂

"You never cease to amaze us, (Y/N)!" Gojo complimented as he finished his last bite of gumbo. "How are you not a professional chef?!"