Cold December Night | Gojo Satoru

Chapter 2

After waking up in the comfiest bed ever, Isabelle trotted down the stairs, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden steps. She rubbed the last remnants of sleep from her eyes, her tousled hair framing her face.

In the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Satoru was seated at the table, his gaze lifting from the newspaper he was reading. Isabelle thought to herself that he looked way too stunning for the early hour.

He flashed her a warm grin as he took a sip from his steaming mug. "Morning, sleepyhead."

Isabelle let out a contented sigh as she plumped into the seat beside him, her eyes still half-closed. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

"Pancakes?" Satoru asked. Isabelle nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of breakfast.

He smoothly transferred a stack of golden-brown pancakes onto a plate and handed it to her, the syrup already drizzling on top. As she reached for the plate, she noticed Satoru's gaze lingering on her with a hint of curiosity.

"Isn't that my shirt?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The girl looked down at herself. She was dressed in a pair of checked pyjama pants and an oversized white t-shirt that hung off her shoulders. The shirt in question was unmistakably Satoru's—she had borrowed it ages ago and somehow never managed to return it. That was totally an accident of course.

"Yes?" the brunette answered innocently.

"I've been searching for it quite a while and you're telling me you've had it all along?" he raised an eyebrow at her in amusement.

"Oops, I guess it somehow found its way into my wardrobe."

Gojo rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"Fine, I'll give it back to you," the woman resigned.

"No, it's alright," Satoru replied, waving off her offer with a casual shrug. "You can keep it."

Her eyes brightened in surprise. "Really? Thanks!"

After breakfast, Isabelle made her way back to her room. She shed her cosy pyjamas and slipped into a pair of blue flare jeans and a soft, comfortable sweater that was perfect for the cold weather. 

When she walked down the stairs Satoru looked her up and down, before asking. "Ready to go, princess?" 

Isabelle's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected pet name, a flutter of excitement coursing through her. She grinned, her curiosity piqued. "Where are we going?"

"Shopping!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Your closet must be empty!"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, I did bring my luggage, but I'd never say no to a shopping spree. But just to make sure I understood correctly... you're paying, right?"

Satoru rolled his eyes and slipped his hands into his pockets, his smirk widening. "Of course, I'm paying, dummy."

Isabelle's face lit up with excitement. "Great, because I have a longggg list."

He raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and mock concern. "Are you planning to buy out the whole mall or what?" he asked, locking the door behind himself.

The woman's lips curled into a playful smile. "Maybe?"

The whitehead rolled his eyes and shook his head, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're such a spoiled brat, you know that?" he asked, while they made their way to the garage.