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During your infirmary era you attained that Satoru was a terrible caretaker. Not only did he cut awfully uneven fruits, he also made your blood pressure tremendously high.
In order to relieve all the stress caused by one in of the three blind mice from shrek, you decided to go grocery shopping!
Such a therapeutic activity isn't it? WRONG. Because the said blind mice was tagging along with you, against your own will (you wanted him to come).
"If you're tagging along for free candies, don't. I'm buying veggies and spices," You informed as the two of you sauntered through the concrete pavement, you eyed the trifling plants that sprouted from it's cracks.
Gojo stepped over them, although they remained untouched, "You'll change your mind halfway because I'm so cute and sexy,"
You ridiculed, "No I won't. Besides, you look like a crusty maltese,"
He turned towards you, furrowed eyebrows visible under his sunglasses. "Maltese are cute."
"Crusty ones aren't,"
"I'm not crusty!"
"Lying looks ugly on you, Satoru."
"I'm not lying!"
"Then why are you ugly?"
"I'm not ugly!"
You sighed as if his voice was causing you a headache, which it was as you liked to say but in reality you loved every part of it.
He flicked your forehead, making you flinch. You abruptly looked up at him with a deep scowl, "I will fucking end you dickhead,"
He laughed obnoxiously, numerous WWE deathmatch moments flickered through your mind; and he was getting roughed up in all of them, "You're like a tiny chihuahua," He retorted, patting your head to back his point up,
You absolutely despised how that action made you flustered.
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Satoru wasabnormally tall, it was baffling how he was still growing. You considered his height the only useful thing about him, "Can you get me that peanut butter jar?" The two of you were currently in a local grocery store, he looked towards the top shelf and then back at you, he smirked, "Nope."
Nevermind, his height was useless. You huffed and tried to look around to see if there were any other jars on the lower shelves,
To you dismay; there were none.
Maybe if Satoru wasn't such a prick you'd have peanut butter in your cart, and you'd probably be checking out by now.
He disappeared off to somewhere, which was probably for the better since he wasn't any help whatsoever. Calling for staff or someone tall was a big hurdle for your anti-social self so going your tippy toes would have to suffice,
You tried stretching your fingertips as much as you could, it barely grazed the jar. You pushed yourself more until a bigger hand loomed over yours, grabbing the jar for you
You lowered back and turned around, you were met with a fairly tall guy with medium blonde hairs like those bad punk rock cuts that were famous these days, he looked around your age.
Snapping out of your judgemental stage, you smiled at the guy as he handed you the jar, "Thank you so much," you thanked.
The guy nodded curtly, "Your welcome," you watched as he moved to other aisle.
From your peripheral vision you saw Satoru coming back with a blue shopping basket in his hand, "I see, you got the jar. Did you go spiderman mode or somethin'?" He taunted,
You placed the jar into the shopping cart, "No. someone very cute and sexy was kind enough to get it for me. Unlike you," You pushed the cart forward, he followed you,
His gaze hardened, "Who?" you ignored him and instead looked at his basket that was filled with candies, you shook your head in disapproval, remembering when you advised him to eat sweets to maintain balance but he ended up developing a sweet tooth.
"I recommended you sweets to stimulate your brain, not for you to be on sugar rush twenty four seven."
His expression returned back to being stupidly smug, "Live love laugh sweets."
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You placed the plastic bags on your kitchen counter with a huff since fucking suckytoru didn't help you with unloading them at all because he's such a stingy little bitch.
You lived alone in your apartment as your family was back in Hyogo, your school friends sometimes hung out in your house. Rarely though, because you despised the company of too many people,
You were like those grumpy grandpas who lived alone in their cottage, had a chainsaw, loud lawnmower and yelled at kids when their footballs hit his window- as quoted by Gojo.
He leaned against the kitchen island, watching you stack your cupboards and fridge. He was bored and he itching to do something, malice glowed in his baby blue eyes as he got up from his position,
You were placing the jar on the top shelf, stretching your body as much as you could when you felt big hands on the sides of your waist,
You flinched, your heart palpated rapidly when you looked up to see Gojo staring down at you intensely, removing one hand from your waist and raised it to grab ahold of your stretched out one, taking the jar from you and dropping it on the shelf with his palm brushing the back of your hand,
He placidly trailed his fingers down your hand till it reached your shoulders his gaze never leaving yours, your heart sank. His gossamer touch made butterflies totter in your insides.
What he did next, was something you were sure will cling to you like fleeces on a dog's fur.
⌗ author's note ;
omg it's happening omg omg wooooww
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ALSO, this.
ik height difference can be annoying where y/n is like microscopic but liek idk I'm a sucker for a small height difference (tall y/ns rise tho)
