Electric Embrace: Gojo's Shocking Love

Homebound Bonds

I stand in front of the door, letting out a huff of annoyance. What could he want now? I raise my hand to knock, but before my knuckles meet the wood, the door swings open widely. Gojo flashes his usual grin, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Wow, you actually came," he muses.

"Yeah, well, you did spam my phone and do other dumb shit," I retort, shaking my head.

"Welcome to the homely abode of Gojo Satoru," he says, waving his hand dramatically for me to follow. I step inside, slipping off my shoes and placing them neatly to the side.

The hallway that greets me is undeniably impressive. The polished wooden floors gleam under the bright, strategically placed lights, casting a warm and inviting glow. A few well-tended plants are artfully positioned along the walls, adding a touch of nature to the sleek, modern design. The sliding doors, with their intricate patterns and elegant frames, hint at the traditional Japanese style but are clearly of the highest quality. This place is definitely expensive.

As I take in the opulence, Gojo smirks, clearly pleased with my reaction. "Impressed?"

I nod, unable to hide my amazement. "Yeah, this is... something else."

He chuckles, "Only the best for the strongest sorcerer, right?"

"Perhaps," I reply shortly, still taking in the grandeur of the interior. My gaze shifts back to Gojo, who is wearing his usual black-tinted glasses. My eyes furrow as I meet his grin. "So remind me why I'm here?"

He simply gestures for me to follow him, which I do. Funny enough, you can't hear any footsteps on this wood; usually, they creak, but here, it's super silent. I'm quite impressed. Gojo slides open a door, revealing a ginormous kitchen.

The ceilings are rimmed with intricate woodwork, creating a captivating effect. The kitchen itself is a blend of polished wood and pristine white surfaces, exuding a modern yet rustic vibe. It has a bamboo style that adds to the aesthetic, which I didn't expect from Gojo. A traditional man, he is, huh? The room is filled with state-of-the-art appliances, seamlessly integrated into the traditional design.

"This is... not what I expected," I admit, glancing around in awe.

Gojo chuckles, leaning against the counter. "What were you expecting?"

"Not this," I admit, still taken aback by the elegance and tradition blending seamlessly together.

Gojo smirks, "I like to keep people guessing."

However, what truly catches my eye is the massive amount of fancy takeaway food laid out on the kitchen island. It's an absurd amount and creates quite a contrast with his pristine, traditional house. "What's with all the food?" I ask, genuinely confused, and I notice it's all untouched and cold.

Gojo nervously chuckles. "Yeah, so this is the root of the problem," he answers cryptically, as he makes me a cup of tea. "Green, right?" he asks, and I nod. How does he know that? I don't bother to question it.

"So, care to further expand?" I press.

He nods and then suddenly screams out, "MEGUMI, TSUMIKI!" I wince and cover my ears. "What the hell, Gojo?" I exclaim, still ringing from his loud call.

Suddenly, I hear little patters running. Two kids, a boy and a girl, appear from around the corner, poking their heads through the door. The boy has dark hair spiked up into a messy but careful hairstyle and a serious expression, while the girl looks more cheerful but equally curious, her medium brown hair up in a ponytail.

"Come in, come in," Gojo tells them, and my eyes widen in shock, my mouth practically dropping. The kids step inside, and Tsumiki beams at Gojo. "Who's this?" she asks in the cutest voice.