365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Two

ׂ╰┈➤2nd september

Morning sun tickles her eyelids, whispering for her to wake up.

After a moment of tossing and turning, trying to prevent herself from waking up, she gives in, slipping off the duvet and sitting at the edge of her bed. Her phone tells her it's eight in the morning, but her body tells her it's bedtime already.

She climbs out of bed and something hits her—the house is silent. A little too silent.

Not the comfortable silence you get when your annoying aunt finally shuts up at the family reunion. No, that's not it. It's the daunting silence you get when visiting a loved one's grave at night.  It feels like someone, anyone, anything is about to sneak up on you, and your ears feel so desperate to find sound that they begin making sound for themselves, both terrifyingly and comfortingly.

Her hand holds onto the door handle as she dares herself to open it. Has her flatmate not arrived yet or something? Why is it so goddamn quiet?

She finally pulls open the door and stares directly at her flatmate's door. It seems that she has taken her name off the door and has fallen asleep... weirdly quietly.

Natsuki blows soft air between her lips and creeps into the kitchen where she finds the ingredients she had paid the landlord to purchase and put in their cupboard before she arrived.

Flour, eggs, butter, sugar, baking powder. There's enough to make a large batch of cookies, which she does. Mixing, stirring, pouring, smiling as she crafts the cookies carefully.

May as well get her flatmate to like her enough to be civil with her if she's going to be spending a whole year in close quarters with her. Not close, just civil at least.

Civil enough to not be mad if they don't wash up for one night but not close enough to spend the whole day enjoying each other's company.

*That* would be too much.

She pulls the cookies out and decorates a plate with them, scripting out a welcoming note and placing it on top of the cookies, leaving it on the table for the girl to stumble across.

A small smile plants itself on her lips as she walks back to her room and begins unpacking some more of her things, placing old jujutsu books on the shelves along with a framed photo of her Komiki and herself. She sets up a mirror and makeup beside her books and pens on the table, kicking the bin that came with the room underneath it.

As she places her suitcase under her bed, the sound of her flatmate's door opening startles her and she hits her head with a thwack-! off of her beds frame.

"Shit! Ouch!" She clasps her head, wincing in pain as she stumbles over to her own door, listening out for her roommate.

The girl shuffles down the corridor and into the kitchen where she stays for a few minutes, probably reading the note, giving Natsuki time to prepare herself for a small interaction. The feet shuffle back up the corridor until a couple of loud knocks tap against the door.

Brushing herself off one last time, Natsuki grabs her door handle. This is it. The first meeting is always the most influential.

She rips the door open and prepares herself to wave and smile, greeting a pretty girl and to exchange numbers, complimenting each other's hair as they go off and leave each other alone for the rest of the year, but no.

Instead of that, she's greeted by a tall lanky man who looks down at her, his shocking blue eyes staring at her familiarly behind his dark, circular sunglasses. His left hand cradles the cookies, half of them already gone, and his right hand remains stationary in the air in a knocking fist.

He sees her furrowed eyebrows and slightly agape mouth and drops his hand to his hip, a small smile forming on his face.

He points to the cookies, his striped pajamas slipping from their scrunched-up position and falling down to his wrists.

"They're for me?" His voice has a sarcastic ring to it despite his sincere question.

"I—you're—what? You're not a girl?" She tilts her head and he giggles, a sweet, airy giggle.

"You know, I never noticed." He takes a cookie in his mouth and chews, talking mid-swallow, "I guess I'm not a girl, no."

Her face scrunches in confusion as she dismisses his sarcastic comment. "I was meant to be put with a girl... do you know where Satoru Gojo is? She's meant to be my flatmate." Surely it must be a mistake. But alas, it's not.

He points to himself, "You're looking at him."

"You're... Satoru Gojo? Really?" She crosses her arms, "I could've sworn I was meant to share an apartment with a girl."

He steps back, locking eyes with her. "I'm sure I was meant to share with a guy but here we are." He shrugs, "The landlord must've made a mistake. It's weird, but they happen."

She nods gently, inspecting him a little more thoroughly.

His slouched appearance against the door frame and the crumbs around his grinning mouth suggest that he's a comforting person, but his eyes, his concealed and lacking eyes suggest something else.

He seems to be upset.

Just behind the dark tint that masks them, his eyes seem to be staring back at her, both alarmed and confused, and inviting and excited.

"I don't mind living with a guy." She murmurs, stepping further back into her room, "If that's fine with you."

He nods, standing up and fixing his posture. "Sure it's fine." He shoves another cookie in his mouth and waves with his free hand, "See you later, Hirai."

She watches as he retreats back to his room and can't help but stare.

Usually, she has prided herself on reading people both perfectly and easily, but there's something about this guy...

He just seems, for lack of a better word, different.

Not in the quirky way most people strive for but rather that he seems to be unsure of himself. But hey, who knows? Maybe she's over-analyzing the whole situation. Maybe he's just a normal guy, who wears glasses not as a way to hide himself from others but just to appear cooler.

She turns away from the door she leans so heavily against and turns back to her other suitcases.

Shit.

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