Live for me (Choso x Reader)

Scarf ~ Ch21

3rd Point Of View

"Hey, Yaga." Gojo chirped cheerfully as he walked into the main hall of Jujutsu high. The door closed quietly behind him, submergimg the two sorcerers in darkness- ominous lighting of candles in every corner of the room being the only source of light. Masamchi's dolls lined the rooms, making Gojo shudder as he walked further inside.

"It's Masamchi to you, Gojo." Yaga sighed as he sewed together the arm of a new doll he was working on. Gojo playfully rolled his eyes at the headmaster (his former teacher to be exact), but did not sass back.
"What do you want, Gojo. I've got a very busy schedule this evening." Yaga grumbled out, making Gojo raise a brow.

"Yes...it sure does look that way, doesn't it." Gojo replied sarcastically, making Masamchi lift his head in order to glare. Before Satoru could piss off Yaga any more within the same minute of walking in, he decided to go ahead and ask what it is he wanted to ask him.
"Anyways, I was just wondering something..." Gojo began, "Are there any neighbourhoods in Tokyo that we don't send sorcerers on missions to?"

Gojo spend ages thinking about it. If (Y/n) still exorcised curses, she would go somewhere where she knew that no other sorcerer would bump into her.
"A few. We've had legal problems and complaints with private land owners of certain neighbourhoods." Masamchi grumbled out, making Gojo's eyes brighten with promise.

"May I have a list of all these neighbourhoods?" Gojo then asked slyly, raising a brow. Masamchi then stopped sewing, looking up at his former student with squinted eyes and a suspicious look across his features.
"Why?" The elder man then asked, making Gojo shrug innocently.
"Just curious about something." Gojo lied, taking another step towards Yaga.

Masamchi gave Satoru a long judgemental look before finally caving in and ripping out a page from his schedule planner, writing a list of all the neighbourhoods that sorcerers did not go to. The list went on for about five neighbourhoods as far as Gojo could tell. That was when Masamchi held up the paper for Gojo to take, but before Satoru could grab it, Masamchi pulled it back.

"Whatever trouble you're thinking about causing, Gojo...don't." The man warned before giving Gojo the paper. Gojo grinned cheekily as he folded it up neatly and slipped it into his pocket.
"No trouble. No trouble at all." Gojo grinned before walking away with a little wave, warping before he even got to the door.

Well, maybe a little trouble.

Meanwhile...

"Mahito! Give it back!" A certain Geto sister yelled, running down the halls of the estate. She and Choso had returned just over ten minutes ago and she had started her evening bicker with Mahito the moment she walked through the door. Mahito giggled and he zoomed around the living room, him and (Y/n) circling the sofa that both Suguru and Choso were sitting on.

"I don't want to!" Mahito grinned, sticking his tongue out at (Y/n) as he dodged her grabby hands. She growled as she ran after him, skillfully dodging all furniture.
"He didn't give it to you! He gave it to me!" The girl then yelled angrily.
"But the scarf is just so warm and snuggly! Why should you be the only one to experience it?" Mahito teased, rubbing Choso's purple scarf against his cheek that he stole from (Y/n)'s neck the moment she got home.

"Because I'm the one he let wear it- not you!" She fought, throwing pillows at him as he ran. Pillows that didn't even seem to faze him anymore. She didn't even think he noticed anymore.
"Too bad I'm the one wearing it now, huh?" Mahito cackled, not even sparing a glance towards Choso or Suguru as he flicked the purple scarf around his neck. It's like they weren't even in the room. At this point Suguru was used to their behaviour- but Choso? He was watching the scene like an episode of the Kardashians.