after you pondered if gyutaro spending the night was really a good idea, you realized it was too late. it was going on two-thirty in the morning. this thought made you hop off of the counter, and turn every light on. you skimmed over every room in the house to see if any cleaning, or straighting up needed to be done.
you went into the kitchen to quickly wash the few dishes in the sink. the water was warm against your hands. you empty-mindedly washed the few dishes, not thinking about what you really did. in another's eyes, this could be a dangerous situation.
you and gyutaro had only know eachother for a bout two-to-three days. now, he was already spending the night at your house.
you decided there was only one way to see if you had truly lost your mind: make a groupchat with tanjirou , zenitsu , and inosuke for their opinions. you could already predict how inosuke would respond.
he made it very clear before that he despised gyutaro.
you stack the wet dishes into the dishwasher before rinsing the out the suds that remained in the sink. you moved to your room where you found a candle labeled 'soft laundry.' you make your way back to the kitchen where you set it on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
you light the candle, and pace back and forth. this was starting to stress you more than you intended. your #yolo midset was going to end up getting you into serious trouble one day.
picking up your phone from the counter, you decide to go ahead with your previous idea for a groupchat. adding all three contacts, you send the following message:
"guys, i need help. i think i just made a bad decision."
within fifteen seconds of sending the message, tanjirou had already responded.
[tanjirou🤍] :"are you hurt?? what's going on?"
"i'm fine, i just have a question."
[inosuke😒]: "shut the hell up, some people are trying to watch videos."
"what kind of videos, mister??"
three dots appear under inosuke's contact before disappearing again.
[tanjirou🤍]: "go ahead with the question,
[y/n]."
"hypothetically speaking, would you say it's a bad idea to let gyutaro stay the night with me tonight?"
[inosuke😒]: "[y/n], you're a idiot."
"shut up and go watch your p*rn."
[inosuke😒]: "die."
[tanjirou🤍]: "well, are you comfortable around him?"
"yea."
[tanjirou🤍]: "then you should be fine.As long as you're okay with it, that's all that matters."
[inosuke😒]: "she's gonna get hurt. [y/n] what's your address i'm gonna spend the night too."
"hell no."
[tanjirou🤍]: "we should have a sleepover one day guys. that would be fun🙂."
[inosuke😒]: "zenitsu snores too damn loud."
gyutaro's contact popped down on the top of your screen.
[gyu🧑🎤]: "i'm pulling into the parking lot."
"sh*t. gotta go guys! bye."
[inosuke😒]: "if he tries anything i'll kill him👿."
likes by [y/n]
[tanjirou🤍]: "let us know if you need us."
liked by [y/n
you liked both of their text messages before shutting off your phone. you cut off the surrounding lights and cut on a light in the living room.
cutting on the tv for some background noise, you sat down on the couch in anticipation. two light knocks spread quietly through the apartment just as you got comfortable. getting up from the sofa, you slowly walk over to the door and peer through the peephole. gyutaro stood there, looking around the halls.
your phone went off again, assuming that it was him texting you, you hurridly opened the door. he quickly whipped his head around to look down at you. his lips parted as a smile began to form on his face.
"i almost thought you gave me a fake address." he said. "i would never.."you laugh.
you step aside to give gyutaro room to step inside your humble abode. he stepped into the foyer, taking a look around. "this is nice,
[y/n]." he smiles. he walks further into the apartment, stopping at the livingroom.
"is it alright if I set my bag here?" he asks. you nod, walking over to him. he unzips his jacket to reveal an all white wife-beater. it clung to his torso nicely, and looked so good with those loose, dark grey sweatpants from earlier.
you silently watch as he folds the jacket within itself. he places on the top of his bag, taking a long stretch afterwards. he turns to face you, analyzing your face as he does so."you like baking?" he question. You furrow your brows at his question.
"yeah..?" your response comes out as more of a question rather then an answer. gyutaro turns back towards his bag, unzipping it. you peek your head around his shoulder, but to no avail. you straighten yourself back up as you wait for him to reveal the prize. "look!" he says, whipping arund to face you yet again.
he held a package of chocolate chip cookie dough up to your face. behind the package, you can see him smiling widely.
"wanna make them now?" he questions.
"why not?" you smile. gyutaro nods his head several times in agreement. he stands, waiting for you to lead the way to the kitchen. "you can walk around you know." you chuckle. "it's not my place, i don't feel comfortable doing that." he replies. you shrug your shoulders, walking over to turn on the kitchen light.
gyutaro blinks his eyes rapidly in response to the sudden, bright white light. "let me find a pan." you say.
"do you have any oil?" he questioned.
"probably. i haven't been shopping in ages though." you sigh. gyutaro walks further into the kitchen, peeking into the pantry. he slides his thin frame into the door, rumaging around in the dimly lit closet. different pans clatter over one and another as you search for a flat baking sheet.
you only owned about seven pans all together. you hadn't been much of a chef. "here we go." you whisper to yourself as you pull out a flat, low cut baking sheet. gyutaro now stepped out of the pantry, a small bottle of oil in hand.
"cookie time." he cheered, doing a little dance.
"you're like a kid." you laugh. he smiles back at you, making his way to where you're standing. "well, let's get to work." he says.
