𝗡𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 ᵍᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ

𝟭𝟲

mashiko, november 7 2005

"dansa med oss, klappa era händer!
gör som vi gör, ta några steg åt vänster!" swedish pop music boomed in your ears, albeit somewhat muffled. the door in front of you was still closed, which said a lot about the volume, and you couldn't help but screw up your face slightly at the song choice. "why is he listening to caramelldansen at nine in the morning? i can't believe him." you mumbled to yourself, ashamed of your brother.

satoru waited until you had collected yourself, but somehow, you just seemed to watch the door in front of you with a dark look in your eyes. "...so are we going in, or what?"

you sigh. "i suppose we have to." you replied and grabbed the old-fashioned door to pull it aside. "try to breathe as little as possible, i don't know the last time he had a window open here." you warned him and burst into the room without shame, revealing a lot of posters practically wallpapering the walls, a bunch of figurines, and other weird merchandise.

satoru raised one of his eyebrows in surprise. "you didn't mention that he's a weeb." he said at a normal volume, not caring who could hear him. the music was too loud anyway, and your brother's attention was still glued to the computer screen in front of him.

so the first thing you did was to turn that off. "not really. he's just autistic. besides, he plays american video games most of the time, although he's not really picky as long as he can look at a screen like an idiot."

yoshi watched you two with a bored expression on his face while you both talked about him as if he wasn't even there. it's not like he hadn't noticed you or anything. he just didn't care. well, that is until you started making changes in his room, like turning off the music and now opening all the windows. "i'm cold." was his only response, which is why you threw a blanket on his face. very aggressively.

"stop complaining and tell me why you're just now telling me about sukuna's finger, asshole." you confronted him with an annoyed look on your face. "i know you're up to something. this isn't a coincidence. so go on, spit it out."

yoshi turned his face to the side as you got closer and closer with yours. he ignored your question when he saw who else was standing in his room, remembering what your older brother had reported yesterday as soon as he got back home. "is gojo satoru really your boyfriend? i thought you wanted to die alone."

when he realized that he wouldn't get an answer from any of you, he finally surrendered. unlike you, he wasn't made for fighting and really didn't have the stamina for it. "all right, then. i've known about it for a while, but i really didn't think you'd care. then yami asked me to get you home somehow because he couldn't do it himself, and i had no other reason to call you over, so i just gave it a try. i honestly didn't think it would work, i swear."