|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

45.

Y/n's POV

As I sit in my room, doubts begin to creep in he was ever hungry, he can be scheming... The moment I agreed to live with him, he pretended to receive a call in an obnoxious manner. After his fake call, he smiled at me and said he would be back soon, clapped his hands, and vanished. Why does he even bother owning a car?

Even before he gets to knock at the door, I feel the bond between us almost solidify as he gets closer through the hall. It's a little late for this. I get up and open the door to find him leaning against the hallway wall, his uniform disheveled, his blue eyes meeting mine as he smiles.

"You know... I'm always the best, but I suppose that doesn't surprise me anymore," he remarks as he straightens up.

"And why are you the best now?" I ask, stepping aside, my gaze lingering on his unbuttoned shirt. It's strange not to see him in his usual pristine look. As he moves closer, I can't resist the urge to button up his shirt.

"Girls usually try to do the opposite, y/n," he comments, and I roll my eyes at his statement. Girls? I push aside the bitter feeling bubbling up in my stomach. "The house is ready."

I can feel my thoughts hit a wall as I try to process his words. "What do you mean the house is ready?" I ask.

I have this idea that buying a house  is a process, paperwork, negotiations. So what does he mean?

"The house is set up. We can go, live there, now..." he says, pausing between each word, which only adds to my confusion.

I remain silent.

The house is set up?

"Did... did the seller accept the offer?" I ask, my confusion mirroring his.

"I forgot to tell you, didn't I... I bought the house like two hours ago. It's mine," he says, pausing to think. "Ours, yours, however you prefer to think of it. I've already moved my things there, so..." He ignores the way my expression changes as he scans my dorm room. "I don't think you need anything from here besides your clothes."

What the heck... do people just move in the same day they see the house? Is this normal for people with a lot of money? Rich people are scary, or maybe it's just Satoru... Yet, the thought of returning to that house makes me want to smile a little. Will the garden be illuminated? Will the windows be pure darkness? The prospect of seeing it slowly fill with furniture excites me.

A house...

"I'll go get some boxes for your clothes..." Satoru snaps me out of my reverie.

"No need..." I think of the two suitcases of belongings propped in my closet. Should I just bring them out? "Don't judge me too much for this," I tell him with a final glance as I walk over and open the closet door, pulling out the suitcases. "Do you really think I won't need anything from here?" His eyes go from the suitcases to me almost as if wondering if he should ask.

"No... let's go. I bought everything we need before coming here," he says, taking the bags from my hands and placing them in front of him, then clapping his hands.

How convenient, I could get used to that...

Is this why he's so spoiled? Life seems carefree for him.

"Do we have towels, toothbrushes?" He walks faster, opening the door for me.

"Yes, ma'am. All the usual amenities."

I stop as I remember my pillows.

"Wait, does my bed have pillows? I like..." I begin to speak but it gets interrupted when I catch a glimpse of panic on his face, which he tries to mask with an innocent smile. "I like sturdy ones," I finish, raising an eyebrow at him.