365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Twenty-four

ׂ╰┈➤ 24th september

She'd slept through the whole of yesterday and all the way until now, 8:26 AM.

Looking at her clock and seeing the date and time as she climbs out of bed, straightening out her pajamas honestly shocks her, but not to the point she feels guilty for it, no. She deserves that sleep, even if it's wasted a whole day.

Grabbing her rumbling stomach, she manages to walk tiredly into the kitchen for food where she finds Satoru in a rather... difficult position on a rollout yoga mat, his arms and upper torso stretched one way and his left leg stretched in the other way. His glasses cling to the back of his ears as he looks up at Natsuki with a smile on his face as she makes herself a bowl of cereal, her stomach loudly shouting at her to hurry up.

She takes her bowl and places it on the table, sitting down in the seat that she can see Gojo in from the living room. He waves his hand, not losing balance. "Good morning, Natty, I was starting to think you were dead."

She swallows her third spoonful of cereal and tilts her head at him in mock disappointment. "Shush, you." She rubs her pale under-eyes and shakes her head. "I don't usually do that, I was just so tired."

He finally stands up straight and puts one of his hands on his hip. "I'm shocked that you didn't wake yourself up with your snoring, to be honest."

"Satoru!" She waves her spoon at him threateningly, having finally finished her bowl. "You said yourself that you were joking and that I don't actually snore, so don't even try that one!"

Sometimes it's like this guy lives to embarrass her.

He slides down onto the floor, crossing his legs and leaning his forehead forward onto his ankles, using them to keep his glasses on. Why on earth is this dude doing yoga out of nowhere? He's usually either watching cringey rom-coms or off at work. Wait! What if he's a yoga instructor?

"I take it back," he mumbles before sitting up quickly and pointing at her as she sits on the sofa, only a meter from his yoga mat. "You actually woke both me and the whole apartment up with your man-like snores!"

OH MY GOD?!

Her mouth drops open and she swats his index finger away. "That isn't true, and you know it!"

He shakes his head, returning his forehead to his ankles with an annoying little smirk on his annoying little face that she would gladly smack off. "It's not true, you're right."

"Satoru!" She huffs, flopping her body back against the plush sofa. "I only just woke up from my hibernation and you're already annoying me." Shit. That was a bit harsh.

Gojo sits up, stretching one leg out and resting his forehead on his knee, chuckling. "What are you? A bear?" Nice to know he doesn't take things too seriously.

She sighs with relief at his lack of annoyance. "Shush, you. What are you doing, anyway?" She peers down at him as he sits up to look at her, or at least his face is facing her. She's not too sure about the eyes.

He's wearing baggy black jogging bottoms, paired with a tight black shirt that shows off his abs. Of course, she doesn't notice as she's too busy trying to look at his eyes behind his glasses.

He pats his yoga mat with a smile. "Yoga. You wanna try?"

Admittedly, when she used to be a jujutsu sorcerer, she used to always get muscle cramps while fighting, and her friends would tell her off for not stretching, but she'd always forget. Admittedly she was probably busy either reading up on different jujutsu techniques.

She nods at his suggestion and sits on the yoga mat where he had patted it, their knees touching for a brief second before he moved back and stood up, reaching his hands down to her as she gets comfy. What is he—?!

He takes her hands gently and pulls her to her feet with ease. "Shit!" She chuckles as he steps back again, not wanting to touch her too much. "We'll start with something simple, okay?"

"Alright!" She sticks out her thumbs and beams at him, excited that he's sharing his hobbies with her, just like how she bakes with him sometimes.

"Okay, so what I was doing this morning is called the Warrior Pose." He holds his arm just a couple inches from hers down by her side. "Do you mind if I..." He clenches his fist in the air and lifts it up and down, showing that he wants to guide her.

She nods, grabbing his hand and placing it on her arm. "Sure, Sensei!" she jokes, saluting him in the same tone as when he calls her ma'am.

He takes her arm, gently guiding it up, a small smile playing on his mouth at her reaction.

"Now you lift your back leg up, and you keep it straight." He points to her back leg with his free hand, the other one around both of her wrists. He doesn't want to even dare to grab her legs.

Smiling and looking away from him, she stretches it out, leaning forward, breaking free from his hand to position herself like how he was, hoping that she looks okay and not *too* wonky.

She stays for a second, a little awkward as the only sound in the room is her breathing, despite it not even being heavy.

"What do you do when you do yoga?" She looks from the yoga mat to him, giggling as he raises an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know? Isn't it inappropriate to ask a sensei such personal questions?" He travels to the other side of her and takes a seat on the sofa, chuckling at his own joke. Her neck cracks as she strains it to look at him, and she finally gives up, plopping down on the floor in front of him.

"I just feel like I'd get bored, don't you?" She leans on her knee, still a bit sleepy despite sleeping through a whole day.

He nods. "Mmh, you're right, actually." He crosses his legs and leans back, looking down at her. "I think it's a good time to reflect on the past, weirdly enough. Usually, I'm by myself so it's quiet and I can think easily."

Reflect on the past? What does that even mean?

"How do you reflect on the past?"

"I remember memories with friends and think about how they've affected who I am as a person. Whether that's friends I'm still friends with or people I lost a long time ago." He stares at her, hoping, praying a switch could go off in her brain that would cause her to remember him...but it doesn't.

She just nods, resting her chin on her knees somberly.

"People I lost a long time ago, hm?" She repeats his own words back to him in basically a whisper as two faces pop into her mind.

Geto and Komiki.

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