Nah, I'd Host Thanksgiving

Part II: The Aftermath

Avicii blasted throughout the small motel room, coming from Gojo's phone that he had quickly tossed onto the nightstand. He shut it off instinctively before turning to his side to see if it had awoken Geto. However, his mane of black hair was nowhere to be seen.

Gojo rose from the bed, walking into the bathroom and finding it empty as well. Disappointed, he returned to his phone in hopes of finding an explanatory text message, but alas, there was nothing from Geto.

Gojo placed a hand over his forehead and collapsed onto the bed like a Victorian housewife with low blood sugar.

Deep down, Gojo knew his dramatization was just that: An over-exaggeration. It wasn't like either of them actually had the conviction to block the other, so they were never more than a text away.

The only message on his phone was from Nanami the night prior, which read:

nanaMEAT 😩: Gojo, I'm incredibly disappointed in your irresponsibility. Leaving seven children alone in the house, during a holiday nonetheless, is careless behavior. As their teacher, they look up to you for guidance on how to act and present themselves as they approach adulthood. Abandoning them on a whim for an ex boyfriend sets an awful precedent regarding their priorities and responsibilities.

Gojo sighed after reading the lecture, his eyes shooting towards the ceiling as he hammered out a quick response. He wasn't surprised to see Nanami reply back instantly, either.

Gojo: blehhhh I left them alone because i trust them. besides yujis uncle was there hes an adult

nanaMEAT 😩: A convicted felon with multiple counts of aggravated assault does not count as supervision.

Gojo: womp womp

After sending the last message, Gojo turned his phone off and slid it into his pocket, ignoring the notifications that followed. He'd made his point, and besides, how bad could it really have gone?

Gojo headed for the door before realizing he hadn't showered, and promptly went back to the bathroom. After washing himself, he tried to complete his skincare routine, but found what the motel supplied to be so subpar that it wasn't even worth the risk.

Finally freshened up, Gojo slid his glasses on and hopped into his Mercedes before driving the short distance back to his house. As he pulled up to the curb, he was pleased to see that the outside remained seemingly undamaged.

I knew I could trust them! he thought proudly, typing in his passcode to unlock the front door.

The minute the door opened, however, he was slapped in the face with the nauseating odor of old food, damp fabric, and something burning. He stepped into the living room, noticing how the carpet had a slight squish to it, and continued bravely into the kitchen.

The dining room table had collapsed, with two of its legs lying snapped and broken on the floor. As such, the food that rested atop it had been sent flying everywhere, with mysterious substances, sauces, and sides coating the floor. Not to mention the suspiciously large range of macaroni noodles scattered throughout the room.

Gojo quickly discovered, too, that the source of the burning smell had come from the microwave, which had evidently triggered the sprinklers in the house. There was a sizable piece of tinfoil inside, and the interior was charred and black.

Not sure what to make of the scene, Gojo peered out the window into the backyard, half expecting to see a thief of some kind staring back. However, it was entirely empty, save for a half-eaten turkey neck discarded in the grass.

Astounded, Gojo removed his glasses, taking another look around the thrashed kitchen. There was no way his students did this, right? They couldn't have done something so irresponsible. He just knew he'd raised them better than that!

Upon his second examination, Gojo noticed a small note taped to the wall just before the entrance into the living room. He removed it and recognized the messy, frantic handwriting that could belong to no one else but Yuji Itadori.

Hi Gojo!! I'm really sorry about the mess in the kitchen but this scary looking guy that Megumi said was his dad just broke in and started fighting Choso and they broke everything. I can't prove it but my uncle probably had something to do with it too. Megumi wanted to leave because he said it wasn't safe anymore, but I had to write this note before we left so sorry if it's sloppy haha. Me and Megumi and Nobara also want to come over tomorrow to help you clean once the felons are gone!!

Sinsere Sinaear Sincerely, (thanks Megumi)

Yuji

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving!