365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Eighteen

ׂ╰┈➤ 18th september

A spinning head, a crushing migraine, full body shakes, and a stupid placebo plaster on her face.

All this, and she still manages to nod at Gojo's request for her to watch some movies with him.

"Well, you see," he sits down on the sofa she had collapsed back on just a few seconds before, "I'm home from work today and so are you, so I thought we could watch a movie. A Studio Ghibli one maybe?" He smiles at her expectantly, a frown forming on his lips as she doesn't respond and rather just clasps her head, tears brimming in her eyes, a small groan escaping her lips.

"Shit, what's wrong with you? You don't want to watch a movie this badly?" He attempts to joke, pointing at her playfully with a single finger gun, but all she can do is wipe her tears, a little embarrassed, and shake her head. "Headache is all."

Dabbing her sleeves at her under eyes, she begins to climb from the sofa, but Gojo is quick to guide her back down, hovering his hand a few inches from her butterfly-filled stomach, "I'll get you a drink and some ibuprofen." He looks down at her, sympathy heavy in his eyes as he smiles reassuringly, "I can't let you be in pain while watching a movie you like, right?"

"You don't have to get—" he holds his finger an inch from her lips, "Don't. It's not a bother, really. So just let me go get you your stuff, and then we can watch a movie, okay?" He speaks calmly, but a small trace of authority laces his voice. To her, it sounds like authority, but to him, it's concern.

He waits for her nod of approval before walking off to the kitchen, grabbing tablets and filling up a glass of water.

He hadn't meant to be, but was he too harsh the other day? He'd just gotten back from a mentally straining mission, and the light bulb being smashed had admittedly annoyed him.

Really, it had been a tiny, easily fixable thing that had pushed him only a tiny bit over the edge.

But he doesn't know what happened in the bathroom that had made her smash the light bulb, just as she doesn't know how difficult the day was for him yesterday.

And look at her cheek, she got cut by the glass. It's not like she smashed the bulb on purpose. If she had, then surely she wouldn't have gotten hurt.

She's not stupid enough to have.

Smiling at her again, he takes a seat next to her and passes her the tablets and drink, hoping she'll view it as an apology.

No— that's not good enough.

He watches as she chugs the water, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm sorry for being rude the other day, Natsuki. I just had a hard day. But I know that shouldn't have affected you, so I'm sorry."

She looks at him with panic in her eyes as she continues drinking in large and loud gulps, hoping for the floor to open up and swallow her.

He's telling her this now?

She chokes, putting the glass on the table and wiping the water off from her top lip. "Urm, it's okay. Don't worry about it." She tries to look into his eyes and read his emotions, but they're concealed by his glasses like usual. "Let's just— let's just watch this movie now. Please."

She glances at the TV, turning it on awkwardly.

He smiles widely, adjusting himself to a more natural and comfortable position on the sofa. "See, I knew you'd get it!" He lifts his hand and gestures toward the TV, "What movie are we actually watching then?"

"Well, my favorites are *Whisper of the Heart* and *Spirited Away.* Both are really good though... so you can choose."

"Hmmm..." He pretends to ponder for a moment, rubbing his chin before holding a finger right in her face, causing her to jump, "I choose neither!"

"What?" How can this guy go from saying such a nice sentiment to being such a—!

"I think we should watch *Twilight.* It's a beautiful movie portraying teen romance in its truest, purest form!" He clasps his hands beside his head, a silly, sweet expression on his face, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses.

"*Twilight*? Really?" She grumbles, disappointed in his choice of movie. "What are you? A twelve-year-old girl?" He rolls his eyes, his face dropping. "I just like a good romance is all..."

What an idiot!

"*Whisper of the Heart* is a really good romance!" She chuckles to herself, a little surprised at how quickly his stupid antics have lifted her mood. "Please give it a chance, and then maybe after we can watch *Twilight*."

For the hundredth time this evening, Gojo rolls his eyes and speaks reluctantly, "Mmh, sure. But only since you like it so much." He clicks on the movie, chuckling as she celebrates by waving her hands excitedly.

He's missed that.

The title screen rolls on, and Gojo sighs, not at all excited about the lack of Robert Pattinson, as Natsuki curls up in a ball against the arm of the sofa, watching the rain patter against the window beside it, not quite able to reach her.

"*Whisper of the Heart*? More like *Whisper of the Fart*," he grumbles, and she quickly sits up from her somewhat aesthetic position, throwing a pillow at his face.

"Satoru Gojo! I swear to God, if you don't be quiet and watch the movie, that pillow won't be the only thing being launched at your face!" She returns to her comfy position as he pulls the pillow from his face and places it on his lap, a shocked yet understanding look on his face.

"I'd like to see you try," he mumbles, just quiet enough that she doesn't hear.

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to be mean. I won't actually launch anything at your face!" She chuckles awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him. The movie progresses in front of them as Gojo sighs, deciding not to say anything.

She's always been like this. Too apologetic.

It's like she's criticizing every single thing she does, unable to have a joke without fearing a misunderstanding on someone else's behalf.

"I know you're joking." He glances at her as her attention is pulled from the film, her head fully turning toward him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He pauses the movie, crossing his legs over each other and turning to her.

"I mean that I know you're joking, and you don't have to clarify it. You can say you're going to throw something at me without panicking and saying it's a joke."

She gulps loudly before holding her throat in embarrassment. "I just thought— no, like— well, it was just in case—"

"I know. Just... don't." He turns back to the movie with a smile, "And even if you did throw something at me, I wouldn't mind it."

Her confused expression turns into a small reciprocal smile, her eyes staring up at him kindly. Honestly, she does get scared that people will misunderstand her. But it's Gojo, he doesn't really seem like the type to misunderstand what she's saying.

But what does she know? She just met the guy.

The movie progresses with the pair sitting in a distant silence, both of them reflecting on the interaction for a brief moment before focusing back on the film, adding a few comments here and there about how cute the two protagonists are and how creepy the cat is.

It takes a lot for her to restrain from getting too excited and telling every single boring behind-the-scenes detail and how some parts link into other Studio Ghibli movies.

The film finally comes to an end, and Natsuki shuffles her blanket off of her, it landing in a small pile with Gojo's on the floor. She looks down at him and can't help but smile satisfactorily at his open jaw. "What can I say? I'm just so great at choosing films." She chuckles, shrugging as he fails to respond. "I'll leave you here to think about the beautiful film you just watched and talk to you in the morning. Okay?"

He finally snaps out of his shock from the film and looks over to her as she walks away.

"You're leaving me already? Goodnight, Natty."

"Night, Gojo."

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