Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 24

The heat of the shower runs down your hair and skin. Just outside the bathroom door of Gojo and Geto's home were noises of clanging.

The grains sit on 'warm' inside the zojirushi rice cooker. The miso soup boils in the pot. The aji (dried horse mackerel) sizzles on the stove.

It's now the next morning. And unfortunately, the food the long-hair had brought home the previous night is now completely spoiled. It ends up in the trash.

Geto was first to finish showering and still had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He pinches some salt over the fish frying in the pan and his other hand holds his towel together at the hip.

Gojo saunters out of his room. He had pulled some shorts on a few minutes ago. His bare chest is still moist and damp from his hot shower. He walks into the kitchen with a towel draped around his neck and he uses one end of it to dry his wet hair.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Gojo comes to stand beside the long-haired man. He places his hands onto his hips and smirks annoyingly as he watches Geto move about in the kitchen.

"You're kidding." Geto deadpans. It was a statement. He was always the one who did all the cooking for the two of them.

Gojo laughs. There was nothing he enjoyed more than to get under Geto's skin first thing in the morning, "Need some help?"

"No thanks." Geto says. The man flips the fish with a pair of chopsticks. It continues to sizzle.

"Ya sure??" Gojo disregards rejection. His hands go to the handle of the pan anyway. He does a pan-flip. The aji flips over to its other side.

"Yes." Geto swats his friend's hand away.

"Ya really sure??" Gojo's hand goes to the handle again. He continues to toss the fish around in the pan.

"Im sure." Geto pulls some plates and bowls from the cupboards above him. He turns around to shoo the white-hair out of the way.

Once Geto's attention was on another thing again. Gojo's hand takes ahold of the handle for the third time, "Ya sure you're sure??"

"Satoru!" Geto averts his attention back to the white-haired man. He was starting to get annoyed.

Gojo tosses too high. He also doesn't catch it quick enough. The fish goes to the floor. Both their stares trickle down to the aji lying against the tile of the kitchen.

"....."

"Whoopsies."

The pan goes back onto the cooktop.

"Why don't you ever listen?" Geto closes his eyes. With a couple fingers and a thumb, he pinches the bridge of his nose in disbelief. At this rate, none of the food will ever reach anyone's mouth.

"I was just trying to help." Gojo says and he's still staring down at the fish.

"I said I didn't need your help!" Geto's hand comes back down to his side.

"There's no need to be modest." Gojo's hands grab onto the ends of his towel, which is still draped around his neck. He looks up at the long-hair.

"Modest? No." Geto adjusts his towel tighter around his waist. He reinforces the thing with a knot, "Honest? Yes."

Gojo makes a cute face and puckers his lips. His eyes plead the long-haired man for forgiveness.

Geto grumbles under his breath. The man rolls his eyes and turns away. "That's alright...." He goes to the fridge to rummage for eggs, "Tamagoyaki is quick and easy."