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"Yo, you play Resident Evil too?" Gojo asked as he sat beside your brother, who was engrossed in the game.
"Yeah, but I'm stuck on this part," your brother said, handing the console to Gojo, who seamlessly took over the controls.
"What are you cooking, Nana?" you asked, peering into the pot.
"Roasted chicken and potato soup," she replied, stirring the savory concoction.
"Can you help me prepare the table for dinner?" she requested, and you nodded. "Alright."
You arranged a small bowl, a plate, and utensils, setting them on the table for four people. Returning to the kitchen, you grabbed a glass and placed it on a tray.
"How was the festival?" your grandma asked after tasting the soup.
"It was okay, not too crowded as I expected," you replied.
"Did anyone follow you two?" she asked, hinting at paparazzi.
"Paparazzi? I don't think so," you answered, stifling a yawn, tired from today's activities.
"How did you meet Satoru?" she suddenly changed the topic.
"Hmm? At a bar," you replied casually, leaning on the counter and observing your grandma.
"Has he confessed to you yet?" Your grandma chuckled softly.
"Nana, we've only known each other for two months. It's too early, and I don't think he sees me like that," you replied.
"You think like that? Because I don't think so."
"What do you mean, Nana?"
"He literally came all the way here just to meet you," she said, a warm smile playing on her lips as she observed Gojo high-fiving your brother over their gaming triumph.
With that you just kept quiet
"I've been around long enough to recognize when someone is genuinely interested. Besides, the way he looks at you speaks volumes."
"But it's only been two months," you protested,
"Sometimes, dear, it doesn't take years to know," she said, patting your shoulder reassuringly. "Love has its own timeline."
The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted as you pondered your grandma's words. Meanwhile, Gojo and your brother celebrated their successful game level, their laughter filling the room.
"You should trust your instincts, sweetheart," your grandma continued. "Now, help me with the soup."
DELICATE
Your eyes shot open; clearly, you can't sleep with every thought flowing over your mind. You turn your head toward the nightstand to check your phone; it's 2 am in the morning.
