Hits Different | gojohime one-shot part 1

Your Reason

NOTE : Pardon the errors, I will recheck them tomorrow 😴

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Gojo comes back home with both hands holding several paper bags and gift boxes. He almost tripped a few times from carrying them all by himself. He simply kicks the door close and walks into the living room before he drops all the stuff to the floor, finally able to catch a breath. He later plops helplessly on the sofa, sighing out of tiredness

Today is December 7 2019. Today is Gojo's birthday. But he is not fond of the day he was born. All the goofy smiles and thank yous he spout on this kind of days for the wishes, gifts and surprise parties were all in a form of consideration for the effort people put in to celebrate him. Deep down, Gojo never did enjoy his birthdays

Gojo presses the small button on his phone until the screen flashes brightly. The photo of him with Megumi, Yuji and Nobara on the lock screen showing

The time is 7:34 p.m. There are still few hours left for the day. But at least, the hectic part where he has to fake his expressions has ended

Gojo bends over and pick up the grey bag. There are 3 gifts inside, from Yuji, Nobara and Megumi. He takes Megumi's gift out first, curious to see what is inside

Megumi had never bought a gift for Gojo before, for any occasion at all. But this year, the kid is acting different. Gojo couldn't hide his flustered face when he received the present from Megumi earlier

[Thank you for living another year. Let's celebrate your birthday next year too. Happy birthday, Gojo-sensei]

A thin line of smile forms on Gojo's face. "Such a sweet brat", he folds the wish card and keeps it back

Gojo gets his phone, scrolling down his empty chatbox, as if he is waiting for something to come for him. Another wish? A call? Or a person?

Suddenly the gadget in his grip rings. Gojo waits no second to pick up. "Hello?", the caller is not someone he knows

"Good evening, Mr. Gojo Satoru. I am from XXX Restaurant, and would like to inform that you have a reservation at our place in an hour"

"Reservation? I don't remember booking one"

"Actually, Ms. Iori Utahime made a reservation under your name last year, but I cannot get ahold of her, that's why I'm calling you instead"

Utahime - out of all people - made a reservation for his birthday? What an unexpected move

"Can you two make it tonight, sir?"

The question brings Gojo back. He clears his throat

"Yes, I'll be there in an hour"

BEEP!

After a short, warm shower, Gojo walks towards to his closet to pick up a new pair of clothes to wear to the dinner date. He stands for a good 10 minutes, tapping his chin, contemplating whether he should wear the usual baby blue shirt or the brand-new suits he intuitively bought last month

'What's the point of putting a lot of effort into your look? It's not like anyone is watching you'

A voice says. Perhaps his own inner monologue