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JUJU STROLL
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"Get up!" Satoru called, staring down at me as I peered back into his semi-shielded eyes.
I didn't even need to see them to know some kind of mischief was being brewed in them.
I rolled my eyes, relatively bluntly to say the least.
"No. We're not egging Yaga's office." I frowned, fixing my attention back onto my phone.
"Pfft! To think you'd think so low of me!" He placed an upturned hand on his forehead, wallowing in his dramatics.
I fought back another attempt to roll my eyes, but composed myself.
"Actions speak louder than words, Satoru." I placed my phone in my pocket, glancing up at Gojo.
He wore a painfully strong smirk, and I could already tell trouble was inevitable.
"No, my dear N/N. We won't be egging Yaga's office..." He spoke, almost as if his words were a reinstatement of the obvious.
I raised a brow.
"We'll be egging old man Gakuganji's!"
5 MINUTES LATER:
So I guess that's how I found myself in Kyoto- holding two cartons of eggs as Satoru began relentlessly pelting them across the old man's furniture, walls, ceiling, and windows.
"And this is for having an ugly ass beard!" He grabbed a handful of eggs, dashing them into the distance, which splattered all over a huge, life-sized portrait of the Kyoto principal, evoking a wince from even myself.
"Don't you think...this is...a little far?" I glanced hesitantly over at Satoru, who seemed to be having the time of his life right now.
"Don't feel, just do!" Another round of eggs splattered across the old man's desk.
I simply sighed.
"It's a pretty decent stress reliever too, y'know." He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, winking.
I rolled my eyes, again.
Albeit my forceful attempt to seem mature, however, those eggs certainly were looking attractive right about now...not to mention they'd compliment the walls just perfectly...
"I know you wanna..." Satoru began wiggling an egg on front of my face.
I inhaled sharply.
I'm too mature for this...
"Just imagine the look on his face when he finds out!" Satoru coaxed.
...
Fuck it.
I rested the cartons on the floor, picking up two eggs raising them in the air, landing it right in the centre of the portrait- right in the middle of his face.
That felt good...
A chuckle escaped my throat as I dashed yet another round of eggs, but this time targeting the myriad of awards that sat on a shelf, watching with a grin as they toppled to the floor
"We should do this more often." I smirked, proud of our handy work.
"Let's use semi-boiled eggs next time! That'd stink the place." Satoru laughed, picking up the final egg.
"Would you like to do the honors?" Satoru bowed, holding the egg out for me.
"I'd be glad to." I grinned.
I held the prized item firmly in my grasp, reeling back as I launched the egg at the portrait again, landing a solid hit on Gakuganji's face.
I let out a giggle.
"I like seeing you laugh. You should do it more often..." Satoru's eyes locked onto my own.
My gaze softened.
"Yeah? Maybe you should be funnier then." I teased, turning around to face the door.
"Hey! I try!" He called after me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
"Sure, sure."
"Whaddya mean 'sure, sure'?!"
And before I knew it, we were back at Tokyo.
MEANWHILE:
Gakuganji had just returned from a tedious, 5 hour meeting with his senior higher-ups, and to say it was draining would be a complete understatement.
All he needed now was the comfort of his neat, clean, and tidy office- free from Satoru Gojo.
He rested a hand on the doorknob, pushing it open with a relieved sigh, as he shortly closed the door behind him.
However, when he turned around, the atrocities that met his eyes were incomparable.
Every single inch of his office was coated with egg residue, particularly his portrait. That had cost him millions!
His eyes were wide in both anger and disgust, and he knew just who the culprits were.
"Gojo! L/N!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs, anger filling his pretty hollow body.
BACK AT TOKYO:
"Did you hear that?" I asked Satoru.
"Hm? What?"
"I could've sworn I heard someone call our names..."
