𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 | 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

- Chapter 20 -

Two weeks have passed. Helia goes about her daily routine, when she notices something different in the air today.

The compound seems to be buzzing with activity, whispers and hushed conversations filling the hallways. The atmosphere is tense, as if something important is about to happen.

She makes her way through the corridors, when she comes across Anna, who seems unusually busy and distracted.

Helia approaches her and asks what's going on, curious about the strange atmosphere that envelops the compound.

Anna pauses for a moment and responds to her question, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Ah, you didn't hear? Gojo Satoru is coming today. That's why everyone's so tense."

Helia seems surprised, she hadn't heard about this. "Really?"

Anna continues, her voice animated with the information she's sharing.

"Yes! And you know, he's not just visiting for a meeting this time. He's going to spend the night here and stay for the next day. I won't be surprised if we see him wandering around the estate, checking things out."

Helia wonders if she's going to run into him again. A small part of her hoped she would.

[...]

Later that day, Helia makes her way toward Toji's room to clean his toilet for the second time that day. She can't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

Another day, another round of dealing with Toji's messes. She mentally prepares herself for the task at hand, vowing to get it done as quickly as possible so she can move on to her other duties.

She knocks firmly on Toji's door, the sound echoing through the hallway. There's a moment of silence before she hears his voice.

"What is it?" He calls out, a hint of irritation in his tone.

She sighs. "It's me, Helia, I'm here to...clean your toilets."

"Ah, it's you again." He replies with a hint of amusement. "Come on in. You know the drill."

Helia enters the room and make her way to the toilet, but she can't help but notice Toji hastily concealing something on his desk.

The quick movement and the way he tries to hide the object catch her attention, making her curious about what he's hiding.

He leans back in his chair, a hand on his chin, watching her as she begins the task of cleaning his toilet.

His eyes follow her as she works, he can't help but find amusement in her obvious disdain for the task.

"You know, you don't have to look so miserable every time you come here to clean my toilet." He remarks with a hint of mockery.

Here we go. This time she will not let him mess with her. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know I had to radiate with joy while cleaning your toilets."

He rolls his eyes at her sarcastic response, a smirk on his face. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest, clearly enjoying the banter.

"Yeah, well, a little appreciation every now and then would be nice." He retorts jokingly. "I mean, I'm giving you the honor of cleaning something I use every day. You should be honored."

She rolls her eyes at his arrogance. "Oh, I'm so honored to be cleaning your toilets Great Sir."

He lets out a snort at her continued sarcasm, clearly amused by her attitude. He shakes his head.