Bonded strings (JJk various x OC )

~ Firefly ~

"I'm here to serve you customer service, righttt. I save dick by giving it cp- Wait... Gojo, your doing it wrong AGAIN!"

"Id like to think it's YOU who's doing it wrong, not me" the breathless sorcerer replied back.

Gojo eyed a now pissed Aiko who had paused mid dance with both arms crossed over her chest in annoyance, expectantly waiting for him to continue after getting the same tedious move wrong repeatedly.

The corner of her lip twitched, nearly breaking the serious demeanour she was trying to convey to get Gojo to take her seriously as his 'dance Sensei'.

To say the tattered matching cow onesie he was currently adorned in made matters worse.

He looked utterly ridiculous, and so did she.

The pair stood opposite on either side of the sunlit room, not breaking eye contact once.

Witnessing this whole idiotic ordeal with a blood red glass of wine sat snugly in one hand, and a single bewildered eyebrow raised, was Nanami kento.

Taking a sip of the bitter liquid he murmured, "Why did I even agree to come to this hell hole."

Two heads snapped round in Nanami's direction instantly, in unison they both whined, "You weren't even watching us in the first place!"

Rolling his eyes, he lifted his mobile in the air and mockingly waved it when he said, "You made me record it duhh, so I technically was, and you can't fault a man for having a relaxing drink"

Nanami hid his face behind the half empty wine glass when he murmured, "your also both shit at dancing, especially you Satoru."

Pretending not to hear Nanami's last comment, Gojo turned towards the toothily grinning teen and promptly said, "Aiko you know what to do."

"Of course."

Immediately two fluffy cows started charging towards a now startled Nanami from either side arms wide.

Hurriedly placing his wine glass down then putting his arms out in defence, Nanami yelled as the pair got closer, "IF EITHER OF YOU DARE TOUCH ME I'LL MURDER YOU BOTH RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW."

It was too late.

Aiko and Gojo had pounced on top of a frantic Nanami with Gojo pinning him back down upon the large leather sofa.

Eyes brimming with mischief like an incarnate but loveable imp ready to cause utter chaos, Aiko grabbed Nanami's waist and said teasingly, "Oh what did you say Nanamin?-our dancing was shit was it." 

Nanami struggled under a grinning Gojo's hold dreading what was to come next as Aiko's hands dug into his waist further, ready to give him the fitting punishment for his crime.

If some one were to waltz in on the trio dressed in onesies, it would definitely be a strange site to see two manically grinning cows restraining an emotionally exhausted giraffe.

"If I recall....there was one particular evening at the schools Christmas party last year where you-"

Embarrassment sunk itself deep into his stomach once the repressed memory resurfaced.