Annoying At Its Finest

five

▪︎ five minutes

"Gojo, what the hell."

Her eyes held no emotion other than looking done with him.

"Aww," he cooed. "Is that how you greet your boyfriend?" The sickening sweet tone of his is a real contender for the most annoying thing in this world.

She didn't reply a word, partially still embarrassed by yesterday's events. Gojo just smiled. He wore a dark blue button-down shirt paired with black pants. His sunglasses was covering his beautiful blue eyed, and his hair was down.

"Your boyfriend who bought you another set of four dozens of roses." In his right hand, a pink and red bouquet of red roses is seen. It was really pretty and looked so expensive. The design and arrangement of it was well done. Just like the one yesterday.

Utahime, on her day off, wore a v-neck plain purple shirt with black shorts. She was having a blast resting this day. Saturday, the day before, she finished some uncompleted tasks she had to do and prepared for next week. Today was her complete rest day.

And Gojo's here.

"Good, because the flowers yesterday was just not enough." She crossed her arms after her remark

"Yay!" he exclaimed and let himself inside. She knew he was pretending that she meant what she just said literally. His height was emphasized when he's indoor. It can be a bit intimidating. But she was used to it.

"What a cozy place, where should I put these roses?" Gojo put his car keys on a small table beside the door. There was roses there, and he knew it was from him.

Rolling her eyes, she pointed at her table. "Put it there, I still have to worry where to put it."

The flowers yesterday were distributed everywhere. Every room in her house has a vase of red roses. In her living room, there was a vase beside one of the couches and one on the coffe table.

"Wow, you can see the roses everywhere here."

"Yes," she replied. She walked towards her kitchen that doubles as a dining room also. Her hand tugged on the refrigerator door to open it, taking a pitcher of water out.

"I like that. It's like a part of me everywhere in your apartment."

"That isn't great for me," she mumbled.

"Why?" Gojo sat down on her sofa and put his legs on the coffee table. Utahime was still left in the kitchen who was going to give him water. However, when she saw how he was sitting, she threw the contents of the glass at him.

"Put your legs down!"

"Chill!"

She went back to the kitchen and poured herself another cup of water. Not even 5 minutes in, her head is already feeling heated.

"Do you have a fruit drink?" he asked.

Utahime seemed to be so taken aback by his appearance that she hasn't asked what he would like as a guest. Usually, she's really attentive of her visitors. She was a generous host. But Gojo is just... different.

"I have apple juice. You want some?"

"Lovely, yes," he replied and turned on her tv.

"So," Utahime started. She gave the glass of apple juice to Gojo and sat down beside him.

"You know, in some dating relationships... they don't call each other 'boyfriend-girlfriend'?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Do you have biscuits?"