365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Nineteen

ׂ╰┈➤ 19th september

Splat!

"Shit!"

Slamming the pan back on the stove, Natsuki squats down and grabs a failed pancake off of the floor, its uncooked form squishy and melted into the tiles.

Holding in his chuckle, Gojo squats down next to her, hovering a hand over her back with sarcastic sympathy. "God, Natty, if you don't want to cook for me that desperately, you should've just said so."

She squints her eyes at him, standing up and chucking the failed pancake in the bin. "Of course I want to cook for you. I just find it difficult to cook for someone with such bad taste in movies."

"I liked the movie yesterday!" he throws his hands up, watching as she makes more pancakes.

"Oh yeah, I couldn't tell with how in awe you looked after." She nudges his side, moving him away from both her and the painful splattering oil. "And that's not the bad movie taste I'm referring to. I mean *Twilight* and *10 Things I Hate About You*." She shudders. "Yikes."

"*10 Things I Hate About You* is a beautifully romantic film, filled with cute moments and witty jokes." He pulls the same stupid face he was pulling yesterday when talking about *Twilight*, his lips pouted and his hands clasped beside them. "Not to mention it has one of the best actors of our time—Heath Ledger!"

She places three pancakes on each plate, setting them on the small table they've shared a couple of breakfasts at now. "I don't know about romantic." She takes a small bite of pancake as he drops his on his plate in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" She shakes her head.

Never has he been so provoked to hit a woman.

"What about the singing scene? And the paintball scene? Classics!" He crosses his arms, throwing his head back in disgust.

"Classics? More like creepy!" She leans forward, her voice rising, begging for him to continue their 'argument.'

"Oh Natty, Natty, Natty..." He shakes his head each time he says her name.

"I mean, their whole relationship was a lie." She shrugs. "If I were in love with someone like that, and then it turned out they had been *paid*?!" She slams her hands down dramatically, pulling the most devastated face she can. "I genuinely don't think I could deal with a betrayal like that. Ugh—I hate dishonest people."

Bit hypocritical, don't you think, Natsuki?

"Fair, fair. BUT!" He slams his hand on the table as well, their faces just two feet away. Natsuki quickly sits down, giving them both space as he continues. "Patrick did instantly fall in love with Kat, despite the payment!"

"Excuses, excuses." It's her turn to shake her head in disapproval. "Say if you and I—no, like, if you were to date someone and found out they were getting paid to date you, but you were *in love* with them, even if you knew they loved you despite the payment, how would you feel?"

He sits back down, stroking his chin like an old man debating politics. After a moment, he simply sighs before muttering, "I may or may not go insane if that did happen to me."

"There we go! HA!" She jumps up from her seat and taps his head with the palm of her hand. "Your romances don't have as positive of a plot as you thought!" She quickly removes her hand. "Sorry—"

"Don't be sorry." His face goes sad for a second before he jumps up from his seat enthusiastically as well. "But I still can like *Twilight*!"

She shakes her head again. "The only reason you like *Twilight* is for Robert Pattinson, right? If so, then fair enough. But if you think its plot is genuinely good, then I have some serious concerns for you, Gojo."

"Natty, call me Satoru. I think we're past last-name basis now." He crosses his legs.

She hadn't really noticed that he's been calling her by her first name, and a pang of guilt goes through her. Shit. It seems like she doesn't see him as a friend, and he sees her as one, which if she's going to be honest with herself, like she tries to, then she knows that's not true.

Satoru is her friend.

"Okay then, Satoru!" She chuckles, resting her head on her hand as she looks at her friend.

Friend.

Yeah, that sounds right.

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