The unexpected.

Chap 2.

He heard the jiggle of keys on the front door, which meant you were finally back home from work. He sat up on the couch straight and waited for you to walk in. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black sweatpants, so he didn't have to dress up just to mess with you.

You walk in the room and immediately spot Gojo lounging on the couch, with rappers and games surrounding him. Like normal, he's just thrown his trash wherever.

"My god Gojo, can you not listen to me ever? You always throw your trash everywhere, and I have to come home and clean it."

The first thing you do is set your bag by the door. You walk over to Gojo quickly, picking up the trash on the coffee table and on the ground where it fell.

He rolls his eyes at your constant nagging; you were so uptight all the time, and it was annoying.

"It's just a few paper wrappers; it's not the end of the world sweetheart."

He says with a smirk on his face, knowing that you hated it when he called you sweetheart. He watched as you walked over to him and started picking up the wrappers, tossing them in the bin.

"Exactly. You should be able to throw them away." You spat.

You finish picking up the trash.

"You make me feel like a mother to a teenage boy." You huff. You leave Gojo entering your bedroom, taking off your heels. You sigh in immense relief.

Satoru chuckled and rolled his eyes again at your remark. "oh she's feisty today," he thought to himself as he watched you walk to your room.

"Can you stop being such a tightass for one day? It's tiring. You need to loosen up."

He called out to you from the living room and he stood up, lazily walking over to your bedroom door.

"Can you be mature for a day? It's tiring dealing with your shit all the time." You responded look up to see him standing at your door. You cross your arms over your chest and look at him quietly.

He leaned against the door frame with one arm against the frame, looking you up and down as you stood there with your arms crossed. He chuckled when you called him immature cause he was far from that. But he found it cute when you tried to act tough by crossing your arms over your chest and giving him a glare.

"You're such a smartass, you know that? It's adorable how annoying you are."

"Mhm says you." You roll your eyes and continue getting comfortable. You walk to your vanity and sit down to begin the removal of your makeup.

He watches you intently as you walk towards your vanity. He was mesmerized by how elegant you moved around, your hips swaying with your every step. His eyes travelled over your body, landing on your ass for a brief moment, before he realized he was staring at you.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head, forcing himself to look away. He leaned against the doorframe again, clearing his throat and trying to act casual.

"What?"

He looked back at you, seeing you sitting in front of your vanity. You looked so elegant and feminine as you removed your makeup.

He cleared his throat again, trying to look anywhere but at you. He couldn't help but steal a few glances at you every now and then.

"Nothing. It's just-" he paused, searching for the right words to say, "you look different without makeup on."

"Yeah, thats kinda the point of make-up. Or its at least to enhance my looks." You shrug and continue removing your makeup and doing your skincare routine.

He watched you for a few more moments before strolling over to your bed and dropping onto it. He made himself comfortable, lying down on his side and propping his head with one hand, staring at you.

"I don't know why you bother with all that makeup anyway. You're pretty enough without it."

"Thanks, I guess, but I like make-up; it makes me feel pretty and more confident." You explained.

He watched as your hands moved, cleaning and moisturizing your face. He smiled a little, seeing you being so careful and meticulous with your skincare routine.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But you don't need it; you're already gorgeous without it." He said quietly.

"I know." You lightly grinned. "Mkay, get out; I'm changing." You say getting up from your position in your vanity chair. Moving to your bed to get gojo gone.

He chuckled at your bossy tone, but he still didn't move. He stayed laid out on your bed, looking up at you amused.

"Why? I like what I'm looking at right now"
He smirked teasingly.

"Stop looking at me like that pervert! Get out." You say slapping his stomach, causing him to naturally flinch and protect his stomach. You step to the side as an invitation for him to leave.

"Ah! Hey, watch it."

He flinches and protectively covers his stomach as you slap him there; a little too hard might he add. He slowly gets up from the bed, now a bit annoyed, but still amused at your feisty reaction.

"God, you're so violent"

He walks over to the door, but not before turning back to look at you one last time.

"Gojo, I will kill all of your future kids if you don't get out." You say threatening to basically kick him in the balls. You swiftly walk up to my door and slam it in his face.

He gasps when you suddenly threaten to kick him in the balls, his hands instinctively reaching down to protect himself. He knew you weren't bluffing; you would probably kick his balls in if he didn't get out.

"Okay, okay! I'm leaving, you little minx."

He says with a chuckle and heads back to his spot on the couch.

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(Your P.O.V.)

I lock my door without another word and begin to change. I change into my pajamas. Unlike those instagram models, I don't sleep in those elegant matching sets. I wear a pair of girls boxer shorts. (Basically guys boxers but shorter.) and an oversized black T with a stupid design in the front. In my opinion, it's just as cute as the matching sets and more comfortable.

'I don't get it. Ever since he had that one night stand, he's been acting weird. I mean, it has only been like 14 hours since that, but he's been way more clingy.

He's also been staring at me more. But he's also a pervert. But he's nice about it, I guess. Whatever that would be stupid.'

I snap out of my thoughts and finally move to my door, unlocking it and stepping out. Unexpectedly, I see Gojo standing not too far from my door, seemingly heading to his own room.

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Ayyy chapter 2 is finished
Honestly I don't really know where this story is supposed to go but i have plans for more in the future lol
Im guessing there will be a lot of filler episodes
But I'm trying to think of a plot hopefully a thick one. Also I'm probably going to make you suffer with some angst
😛