Drowning in Cold Blue Devotion

Chapter 2: Never go to a secondary location

It's early, far far too early, when you hear a knock on the exterior door to your building. You groan when you see the warm dawn light out the window and roll over, hoping whoever it is will go away. There's nobody you'd want to see at dawn, and anyone you're friendly with would text or call before dropping over.

Speaking of texting or calling, as you pick up your phone to check the time, you remember you turned your phone off to not be disturbed. And also because Gojo...

Oh shit. You think while staring blankly at your reflection in the black of the powered off phone screen. That wasn't a dream last night, was it?

There's another knock, louder and longer than the first series of knocks. You quickly pull a robe on to cover your pajamas and go to splash some cold water on your face in the bathroom to wake up. You take your cell phone with you as you wait for it to power back on.

Apparently sleeping in until afternoon and binge watching TV are not on your agenda any more for the day.

You make your way into the living room so you can go to answer your front door, but there's someone in your living room already. A tall, familiar man with spiky silvery white hair and a black blindfold, in his typical school uniform. He's standing by the table in there, several stacks of white boxes and a couple shopping bags you definitely don't recall being there next to him.

You stare at him dumbly, wondering if you could be drunk-dreaming this.

"Heeeey. You're up early! Guess that's my fault though, huh?" Gojo says easily, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his head. He doesn't look at all sorry though.

"You... how did you... why are you in my living room?" You stutter out, not really sure what's happening.

"Oh, about that! I had some stuff to bring by and I didn't want to wait around outside. You know, in case someone saw me. I didn't think you'd be happy about that. So I let myself in." He says too easily, motioning to the assortment of shopping on the table. "I brought breakfast at least. Those strawberry crepes you had with me that one time. Remember? You said you could eat those everyday for the rest of your life, they were so good."

"You... let yourself in." You say, looking between him and the shopping he's put on your table. He's clearly bought more than just some crepes.

"Well, I warped myself in. Same thing, right?" Gojo says with an easy smile that you don't find very endearing at the moment.

"Boundaries! You can't just let, warp, whatever yourself in! What the hell?" You groan, dragging a hand across your face. You wouldn't be awake enough to deal with Gojo's nonsense this early on a good day, and today doesn't feel like a good day. No, after last night today feels like a very weird, very complicated day.

"Wrong call then, huh? I won't do it again then." Gojo says soberly, and it sounds like he means it. You notice he hasn't apologized for his behavior directly at all.

You leave the room and fetch yourself a cold bottle of water from the fridge, trying to mentally process everything. Your head feels a bit like a jar of coins someone is jostling about, too many things clanging about oddly to focus on any one.

When you come back Gojo is still there, apparently not some kind of hallucination. You feel like his choice to wear his official uniform to a visit like this is an odd, but very intentional one. You flop down on your couch and glare at the boxes and bags he's brought with him as though somehow they're to blame for waking you up instead of the borderline lunatic beside them.

You take a big, long series of gulps of cold water, not able to meet his eyes even with them covered. "So..." You say, feeling very awkward in your own living room.