Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 7

5:59 PM

Nanami gets off his chair. He makes his way to the time clock system and ends his shift. Geto gets up and stretches as he turns around to see an aggravated Gojo. The white-hair works ambidextrously. He has a hand flipping the papers and his other types simultaneously. It's impressive.

"Almost done?"

"No." Gojo doesn't bother to look at his friend and his voice is thick with irritation. He's likely going into overtime tonight but that part isn't what bothers him so much, "Go ahead without me."

Geto adjusts his tie with a hand and then he winks at the white-hair, "Now the real work begins."

That's what bothered Gojo. He damns himself for coming up with that stupid ass game.

"I'll race ya."

Geto seems to be having the upper hand so far. Maybe luck is on the long-haired man's side. And Gojo's hope slightly dwindles. Either way, he was still going to fuck you regardless who got to you first. It's his ego and pride that figuratively crushes him (oh, and the bragging rights).

It didn't take long for everyone to leave the office. Nothing but the sounds of Gojo tapping against his keyboard could be heard. It's quiet now.

A couple hours pass.

Gojo finally finishes up his work. He sighs and crosses his arms behind his head as he leans back into the chair. There was no point in him rushing now that this much time has passed and he wonders how Geto is managing. An uneasy feeling erupts in his chest. He tries his best to dismiss it. There's a loud thump that suddenly emits from the break room; something fell. Gojo's attention whips around to the noise. He was so concentrated on his work, he thought everyone left. He pushes off his seat.

Through the doors of the break room were the soft sounds of rustling paper.

"Oh, you're still here?" You look up from where you're sitting to the white-hair who had just stepped into the room.

"Fortunately." Gojo smirks and then he teases, "For you."

You roll your eyes. Your voice is heavy with sarcasm, "Ha. Ha. You're soooo funny."

"Some of us are more blessed than others." He toots about himself as always, despite it not being any form of a compliment.

Your head shakes slowly with laughter. He's too much, "Thought you were going out with Nanami and the others."

Gojo shrugs. He doesn't care so much now that he realized you weren't there with them. This unexpected overtime may have worked in his favor. Maybe luck was actually on his side instead, "I don't drink anyway."

"Really?" You're surprised. Most people do.

"Hinders my performance." He emphasizes the word and it makes you wonder, 'performance' in what aspect? He was likely being indecent again. It makes you chuckle in amusement. He then questions why you were still here.

"I have this big project to turn in soon." You point at the thing you're working on. It lays neatly on the round table of the break room, "Figured I'd meet up with everyone after. Didn't think it would have taken this long though."

"Ah, likewise." He had similar tasks and he tells you all about it. He tells you all about shit-head Yaga Masamichi. Even though it was Gojo's own attitude that earned him the extra work.

"You'll come to find that, Yaga, has a tendency to do those types of things. I use to hate when he threw things on me last minute. But I guess, I just kind of got use to it." Your hands stop organizing when you realized there was a lack of returned conversation. You look up to Gojo who's currently rummaging inside the fridge. It was getting late. He was likely hungry.