365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Twenty

ׂ╰┈➤ 20th september

"Natsuki, call me Satoru~", kukomi reaches her hand out to natsuki in a teasing way, suking in her cheeks as an attempt to look like a man shes never met. natsuki swats her hand away playfully, skipping up the stairs to her apartment, kukomi only a few steps below her, continuing to pretend to be gojo.

originally, natsuki had planned to wait till MUCH further into her friendship with anyone to have a sleepover, if it HAD to happen... buttttt! some pipes, hopefully unrelated to her stupid mistake the other day, had burst in kukomis apartment and she had no where to stay, so of course natsuki offered her a home in her apartment for the night whilst the pipes are fixed.

even if it breaks her no sleepover rule due to closeness shes been trying to avoid, there was no way she was going to let her friend go temporarily homeless.

finally stopping the teasing of the story natsuki had told her about yesterdays events, kukomi watches as natsuki unlocks the door, "this gojo guy sounds intense. hes not home is he?".

they both enter and kick their shoes off, the smell of pancakes from yesterdays lunch and the brownies she had late made for him to take to his mystery work for lunch filling the air.

"no, and no." they lug kukomis bag into her room, collapsing besides each other, back onto her bed, "what do you mean no and no?" kukomi lays on her stomach, swinging her legs curiously. "i mean that hes not intense, hes actually pretty chill. except for when it comes to movies!" she chuckles to herself at the memories of yesterdays playful argument, "and no, hes not here.".

she sits up, folding her legs up so her thighs press against her chest and she can rest her chin on her knees, "hes at work until late. he says ill be asleep by the time hes back which is odd because he left so early this morning." her eyebrows furrow with curiosity. what kind of job does satoru have that has such strange work times?

"ooooh! what if hes actually not gointo work and rather going out with loads of women?".

natsuki cant resist giving kukomi a flick on her fore head for that one, "jesus christ! this is real life, kukomi! not one of your little wierd animes you watch!" she chuckles, smoothing the area she flicked kukomi on with her thumb.

"i mean, what else would he be doing?" she chuckles, taking natsukis hand softly and holding it in her own lap, gently shaking it, "maybe, hes a spy for the government and hes been sent to spy on you?!" she chuckles, letting go of natsukis hand to make finger guns.

"or maybe he just has a good job? silly."

"wait how old is he again? you didnt say." kukomi asks curiously, stumping natsuki.

hes never actually  mentioned his age, has he? yet again, has she?

"i actually dont know. but im assuming our age, maybe a little older. about 26 or something."

kukomi shrugs at her friends useless response, "girl. stalk him."

im sorry...WHAT?

"HUH?" natsukis ears glow bright red at the thought of following him to his work and using binoculars to watch him like some wierd creep.

"whats with that strong reaction?" she chuckles, grabbing natsukis phone an holding it infront of her face, "youve got his number, yes?"

natsuki nods.

"then check if it says something on his added information on his contact. it usually says like 'however old whatever gender'. so like if you added yours it'd be 22 female. you get me?" she twiddles with the bow in her hair as natsuki searches for satorus number.