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"Hey, Satoru, we've got enough sweets, don't you think?" you said, eyeing the cart piled high with sugary treats instead of the stuff you need for dinner.
"Hmm? We've only covered half of my sweet list," he replied, nonchalantly placing a carton of popsicles on a nearby shelf.
A roll bead of sweats roll down as you eyed him nervously "Let's go back to vegetable section or we won't get back at my place before night" You said as you turn the cart wheel
The two of you decided to go to grocery together for tonight dinner which you two agreed to cook pasta
As you wandered through the vegetable section, Gojo couldn't resist picking up a few more snacks, slipping them into the cart with a mischievous grin. "Just a couple more treats won't hurt, right?"
You shot him a playful glare, "We're here for dinner, not a snack, Satoru."
"Fine," he pouted.
"Which pasta are we cooking anyway?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
"I'm thinking of bolognese or aglio e olio," you replied, grabbing a pack of peeled garlic and tossing it into the cart. The rhythmic clatter of items being added to the cart accompanied your conversation.
"I like Aglio e Olio more. I heard it's easy to cook," Gojo commented as he pushed the cart toward the meat section.
"Aglio e olio it is then," you agreed, eyeing the seafood options.
"Any allergy to seafood?" you asked, turning your head to look at him.
"Nope," he answered simply, his attention now on selecting the perfect cut of meat for the dish.
You nodded in satisfaction, moving forward to join him in deciding on the shrimp that would add a delightful twist to your pasta.
Back at your place, the kitchen became a battlefield of laughter and playful banter as you and Gojo prepared the pasta together. As the savory aroma filled the air, you found yourself enjoying the process.
"When did you start your model career?" you inquired, expertly stirring the prawns in the sizzling pan while Gojo skillfully cut through the garlic.
"About two years ago? you could say," Gojo replied, his attention divided between the garlic and the conversation.
You nodded in acknowledgment, curiosity gleaming in your eyes. "What made you into modeling?" you probed further,
He grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, initially, it was just a way to impress someone, but then I realized I actually enjoyed it. The whole posing and strutting thing, you know?"
You chuckled, flipping the prawns with a flourish. "Impress someone, huh? How did that turn out?"
He laughed, recalling the memory. "Let's just say the modeling stuck, but the romantic interest didn't. Life, right?" he said, and you chuckled softly,
"You got a boyfriend?" he suddenly asked, shifting his position behind you to grab parsley from the counter.
"No," you answered simply, unaware of the small grin that crossed his lips.
"I thought you were still dating Naoya?" he continued as he moved back beside you, cutting parsley.
"We broke up months ago," you replied, focusing on the culinary task at hand.
"I don't like him," Gojo suddenly asserted as he continued chopping parsley.
"That fucking bastard picks fights with women," he continued, his tone filled with disdain.
"I can't believe he almost punched the hell out of Maki during our events," he added, a hint of anger in his voice.
"Who's Maki?" you raised your eyebrows, turning the pan off and directing your attention to Gojo.
"You don't know Maki?" He turned to face you, the intensity of your gaze locking you in a momentary pause.
"No?" you replied, genuinely confused.
"She's Naoya's cousin, and the woman you talked to few days ago, or should I say Mai, is her twin sister," he explained.
"I didn't know she had a sister," you admitted, breaking the eye contact and checking the boiling pasta.
"Is she nice?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"You could say that; both of them have different personalities," Gojo replied, his hands deftly handling the ingredients. You nodded, then turned away. In the process, you accidentally hit his back, but before you could stumble, he swiftly caught you.
Your eyes widened at the sudden proximity, feeling his breath and locking eyes with his vibrant blue ones.
"You okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face as you coughed awkwardly, regaining your balance.
"Yeah," you replied, your heartbeat gradually returning to normal.
With a subtle clearing of your throat, you shifted your attention back to the cooking, attempting to shake off the unexpected closeness. Gojo, too, resumed cutting the parsley, but a playful grin lingered on his lips.
"So, what about you, Y/n? Any interesting stories from your acting career?" Gojo asked, as he added prawns to the sizzling pan.
You chuckled, stirring the pasta. "Plenty, but I think the most memorable ones are the unexpected mishaps on set. Like that one time when..."
As you delved into the humorous incidents you faced in your acting journey, Gojo listened attentively.
Once everything was ready, you both sat down to enjoy the pasta, The evening unfolded in a pleasant blend of good food and casual conversation.
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