¯\_(° ͜ʖ °)_/¯ — chapter twenty three "movie night"
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"AND THAT'S JUST ABOUT IT."
Nobara had just finished her somehow very thorough yet short explanation of the two young jujutsu sorcerers interaction with the supposed fortune teller. Gojo seemed to have his ears tuned in to the conversation for the most part — only getting distracted momentarily by Hiyori's smile once and then a second time when her laughter rung throughout the air.
The three had been at a revolving sushi bar restaurant for the past half hour, with Nobara and Hiyori seated on one side of the booth and Gojo had sprawled his long body out on the opposite side. His long legs overextended, like the regular-sized table was not the right size for him. Whenever he occasionally brushed one of Hiyori's legs, she would flash a deadly glare — and he would smirk. They kept repeating the same reaction, mostly because Gojo was so obsessed with getting on her absolute worst nerves.
"Sounds like you guys met a clairvoyant," Gojo absentmindedly stated while he shoved the last tuna sushi roll into his mouth by chopsticks. His eyes hidden beneath the blindfold already began tracing the revolving belt to the right of him and left of Hiyori. Lucky for the redhead — the conveyor belt was moving in her direction so she would have first choice before Gojo. "It's not impossible."
"It wasn't real, don't worry," Hiyori chuckled while wrapping her fingertips around a small plate containing three wide spicy shrimp rolls. A little victorious smirk traced her lips as she realized Gojo had been aimed directly at that specific plate — so she flashed him a wide smile. "Thanks for lunch, too."
"Mmm," Gojo hummed along — he was clearly trying to cover up the fact she stole the roll he wanted. "How are you so sure none of it was real?"
"Because some of the stuff she said was absolutely not going to be true," Hiyori responded back, she then make a little squeak of excitement as she remembered something. "Nobara! What did your fortune cookie say?"
"Oh, right!" The brunette had been so distracted by the free sushi that the fortune cookie resting in her jacket pocket had been long forgotten.
The girl then fetched it out, cracked it wide open, and threw the cookie off to the side as she peeled out the fortune. Her eyebrows narrowed as her eyes exchanged between the paper fortune and her single plates of three different sushi combinations in front of her — she had barely eaten compared to the ravenous Gojo and Hiyori.
"What's that face for?" Hiyori questioned, arching a single suspicious brow in her female best friend's direction. She then dipped one of the shrimp sushi rolls into her bowl of soy sauce, popping it in her mouth swiftly.
