365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Eight

ׂ╰┈➤ 8th september

Sweat drips down Natsuki's forehead, collecting in small beads that fling off as she sits straight up in bed, breathing fast.

"Shit, shit, shit!" She rubs her eyes, trying to free them of the sight of Gojo's pink-haired friend from her mind. His face had been contorted, with dark markings all over, dark energy practically leaking from every pore.

She looks out the window and spots the sun rising slowly. "Good morning, Komiki," she waves, sitting at the edge of her bed, tying her knotted hair into a floppy attempt at a ponytail. She clambers to her feet, twisting her shirt to lay more comfortably against her skin—she must've been tossing and turning pretty badly.

She enters the bathroom and a small smile creases her cheeks as she sees the toilet, its lid down. Of course, it had to be down when she wasn't even planning on using it.

She approaches the sink, looking in the mirror. Her dark eyes stare back at her, small tears running down her red eyes, racing down to her pale cheeks.

Her hands fly up to her eyes and she covers them. When had she started crying?

Her hands drop back down to the sink, grabbing onto the cool porcelain as she inspects her face further.

The skin around her eyes is so thin that even the smallest movement causes it to crease, the dark skin folding over itself disgustingly.

How could she let herself get like this? She used to be so beautiful.

Pearl-like tears tumble from her eyes, barely skimming her cheeks before they float up, splashing in her hair. Shit, no.

She uses the palm of her sweaty hand to reach up on her toes, grabbing the water droplets and slamming them back into the sink. Oh god—she was doing so well at not using that cursed technique of hers, and now here she is, letting her emotions become the sorcerer of her life.

Her feet slide on the floor as she runs out of the bathroom, slamming against the wall outside her room, her hands covering her red eyes as she leans back on the wall, her spine rolling harshly against it as her lungs pump air in and out rapidly.

Footsteps approach from the kitchen, and she peeps out from between her fingers, watching as Gojo approaches with pizza in his mouth. "Weirdo." She glares at him as he walks into his room. What was the need for that comment?

He's judging her as though he didn't have pizza sauce dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Ooo—pizza. Maybe that pizza could be her sweet comfort.

She wipes her eyes and walks into the kitchen, spotting the pink-haired boy sleeping on the sofa, his body encapsulated in a thin blanket. One of his arms is hanging off the edge, his hand open, and the remote is on the floor. His arm tenses as he shivers in his sleep, his subconscious feeling her eyes on him.

The sight of his hand clenching into a fist sends tingles down the back of her neck, her whole body shivering. A small knot ties itself in her stomach, pulling at its walls. Her head whips away from him, her mouth grimacing as she does so.

She pulls open the fridge door, hoping to grab her pizza and widen the distance between the boy and herself. But alas, when she peers inside the fridge, she's greeted by nothing but a small, lonesome baby cucumber with a sticky note on it. "Oh, you have to be kidding me."

Her eyes dart back over to Yuji and... there it is! On the coffee table beside him is her pizza box—open and empty. This kid has stolen her pizza.

Her mind flashes back to when she had seen Gojo this morning, when he had walked past, eating pizza with red sauce in the corner of his evil, food-stealing lips. Now, him leaving the seat up had been annoying while it lasted... BUT STEALING HER FOOD??

She slams her fist into the palm of her other hand. Oh, he is going to pay for this. She stomps down the corridor, her fists curled into tight balls. "Satoru Gojo!" She slams on his door with her fist, her voice loud and whiny. "You owe me a pizza!"

He doesn't waste a second to snap back distantly, his voice approaching the door. "You didn't dibs it!" His voice is teasing and gentle, but anger just swells up faster in Natsuki's body. "What?!"

He pulls his door open, towering over her as she crosses her arms. He chuckles at her attempt at intimidation. "You should've put a sticky note on it, then I would've known it was yours and wouldn't have eaten it." He wipes his lips, riling her up. "It's very yummy though. You'll have to tell me where you got it."

"You jerk!" She pouts, shaking her fist at him. "I was looking forward to eating that pizza as well."

"Well, now you know to label your food, hmm?" She rolls her eyes at his words, resisting the urge to reach out and flick him. He's just a flatmate, not a friend, remember, Natsuki. "Ugh, bye." She side-eyes him playfully before disappearing into her room, clutching her grumbling stomach.

"Komiki would've fed me."

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