Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 10

"Satoru." Geto knocks on Gojo's bedroom door roughly.

It's like this almost every morning. Gojo's never up on time. There was a time, previously, when Geto would attempt to rouse the white-haired man from his sleep (almost everyday). But at some point, he also grew tired of trying. Plus, it isn't his responsibility to make sure Gojo got to work on time. The man's an adult. The man should be the one to hold himself accountable. However, today and for absolutely no reasonable explanation, Geto felt compelled to make the white-hair more punctual.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Satoru...." Geto knocks again and still in a conservative manner, "Come on...."

Gojo groans softly in his sleep. The man lays on his stomach and his face buries into his pillow as he nestles further into the sheets. He's tired. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed up so late. But that's no excuse, Geto was up just as late.

"Satoru!" Geto pounds on the door now, "Wake up! You'll be late again."

Gojo pulls the blanket over his head. His voice is nothing but a mumble through the thin door, "5 more minutes...."

"We don't have 5 minutes!" Geto doesn't care anymore. His hand goes to the doorknob and he turns it. Gojo never locks his door (he didn't feel the need to).

The doors of their apartment are built with akamatsu (Japanese red pine) which made them sturdy, yet light in weight. Light enough for the pillow the white-hair flung instantly to slam it back shut. The pillow falls to the floor.

"Alright, that's it." Geto kicks the door, it swings open quickly and it hits the wall behind it violently. He almost trips over the pillow on the ground.

Gojo quickly goes under the safety of his thick blanket again (as if doing this would render him invisible). Geto grabs the duvet and pulls it off of the man before he throws it off to the side somewhere. Gojo's half naked, he wears nothing but his boxers. He curls into himself—fetal position.

"Get up." Geto grabs his friend by the ankles and yanks him roughly out of his comfortable form.

"It's already up.~" Gojo's arms are above his head from being pulled straight. The man looks down with a sleepy grin at his tenting self which was held back by nothing but the thin fabric of his underwear. 'Morning wood', as they call it; when all the blood rushes to the southern region. It's never too early for the white-hair to joke inappropriately.

"Seriously?" Geto deadpans. He couldn't believe this guy. He immediately releases his friend's ankles. There was a sense of violation here that he felt.

"It's a sign of healthy testosterone levels." Gojo says and he doesn't mind showing his manhood this bright and early in the day (to whomever it was). Then he flashes another grin, he's much more awake now and continues his dirty joking, "You were yanking the wrong thing, by the way."

"On second thought....." Geto presses his hand and fingers to one side of his temple. He didn't know which was worse, Gojo leaving his immature dick drawings for Nanami from time-to-time or this occasional habitual flirting. He regrets his decision to the stir the man awake, ".....please be late."

"Gladly." The white-haired man sits up. He brings a hand to scratch the back of his head and his other arm stretches out; it's the sleepiest yawn. Then his body falls back to a lazy posture. His smirk is annoying, "Maybe Y/N will actually punish me this time.~"