𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Takeaway tales

It's Satoru and he's standing there with his hand resting on the back of his neck as he stares off to the side.

"Um... hi?" I say in a congested voice to get his attention and he looks at me. He's still dressed in his work attire and I see he's got a plastic bag in one hand.

"Hi." He says and he nods in the direction of my home, signalling that he wants to enter. I shrug my shoulders and let him past as he moves through my doorway and into my living room. "Nice place." He says as he looks around.

"Thanks." I say, slightly confused. "I don't mean to be rude, but... why are you here?" I ask him as he moves towards my sofa. I see him peer down at my laptop which remains on from my work earlier.

"You're still working? When you're ill and it's this late?" He asks me, still examining the screen.

"Time is money. If I pause my work then my clients lose out." I say as I move round next to him, also looking at my screen.

"You'll burn yourself to the ground." He says as he sets the plastic bag down on my coffee table, next to my laptop.

"You still haven't told me why you're here." I remind him and he turns to look at me.

"Oh yeah, right. I thought you might need some company, I wasn't sure how you'd cope being away from work, but now I see you're still working... just at home. I'm here to stop that!" He says all too cheerfully and I furrow my brow at his remark, ready to kick him out my house. "Oh come on Y/n... I brought Chinese." He says, pointing to the bag on the table and nudging me in my side. At the sight of the food he brought my intentions change, I am really hungry after all.

"I appreciate the gesture. I didn't expect you to go out of your way to visit me." I say as I go into the kitchen to grab chopsticks and napkins whilst Satoru trails behind me. All the while I try to decipher his hidden motive in my mind, but so far I'm still unsure.

"It's nothing. Have Shoko and Geto visited you?" He asks me.

"No-o, but I've only had one day off. It's not like I'm terminally ill or something." I say as I sneeze loudly. It's funny how Satoru's always the one to notice me. Just like at the party when he came out onto the grass with me, even now, he's the one to visit me. This must mean he 100% either wants something, or is up to something.

He comes round to the other side of the kitchen table to stand next to me and begins to unpack the food he brought.

"Satoru there's so much here... You really didn't have to." I tell him and he waves his hand dismissively.

"I didn't know how hungry you'd be."

We bring the food back into my living room and arrange it on the coffee table. Satoru closes my laptop and I wince as he does so, causing him to look over at me. He picks it up and sets it down on one of the chairs.

"No. More. Work." He tells me and I nod solemnly. Little does he know I'd already finished what I needed to do for the evening. If I hadn't, I would have kicked him out the minute he stopped me from working.

We sit next to each other on the sofa and watch some rubbish Netflix shows (that I let him pick) whilst eating the food that he brought. Once we're both full, I recline back onto the sofa lengthways and rest my head on the arm rest.

I grab the blanket from the back of the sofa and throw it over myself, bending my knees slightly so I don't kick Satoru whilst I spread out. He sees that I'm not completely comfortable because of this, causing him to grab my ankles and pull them onto his lap so I'm now fully extended over the sofa and his legs.

I sneeze violently again and he grabs my ankles to steady me before I turn back to watch the tv screen, but I can't ignore his skin on skin contact with my ankle. It feels as if his touch is burning because it's so intense. He begins to trail his fingers up and down my ankles and lower calfs, and I look over to him as he continues to watch the screen.