365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Twenty-five

ׂ╰┈➤ 25th september
["and dont you look so handsome!" natsuki teases the boy infront of her as both her and shoko step outside onto the decking with him, sharing a cigarette.

he lets out a low chuckle and turns to them, his long, black hair swaying in the wind as he takes the cigarette out of her lips and flicks it onto the ground, bringing his foot down on it, "i though i told you to quit those things weeks ago.".

a voice appears behind the trio, "and i thought i told you to stop judging people habits, suguru!" the girl pokes his side and take a spot between shoko and natsuki, lighting another cigarette and passing it to her favourite person in the whole wide world.

"thanks komiki, you're the best!" natsuki squeals, hugging the girls side, blowing a large smoke cloud out of her mouth, as happy as can be surrounded by 3/4 of her favourite people.

that was until the terribly large ammount of alcohol she had stupidly decided to consume
at the jujutsu tokyo school annual party caught up with her and she found herself bent over sugurus toilet seat, her hair being held up by him and her guts sppilling out of her.

she coughs the last bit of cake out and wipes her mouth, shivering with disgust as tears spill out of her red eyes.

she swallows harshly as his hand leave her hair and he wipes the dribble from her chin, "you should go home now, natty.". she doesnt even register that hes used the nickname only used by one other person in her life as she sobs, "komiki. wheres komiki?"

"ill go-"

"i need komiki!"

"ill go get her." he ties his hair up and strokes her head affectionately, "stay safe. i love you."

"i love you suguru." she puts her head in her arms as her friend leaves her, his kind words keeping her from crying again.]

where the fuck did it go wrong?

"reconnecting with your past is bullshit by the way!" she remarks in a sarcastic tone, sitting on the opposite side of the two seated sofa Satoru is on. he side eyes her, pausing the show on the tv, his attention fully on her, "oh yeah? whys that?" he crosses his finges in his lap.

"ugh. nothing.". what is she meant to say? 'oh yeah sorry gojo, my past is actually consumed by my two dead friends, a friend ive forgotten despite him being one of my bestfriends, and a girl who gave me a smoking addiction. oh- did i mention the dead friend that died in MY arms?'. fuck no! "its just tricky. you must have a tough mind." she reaches out and taps his surprisingly soft hair with her index finger.

"right..." he chuckles, removing her finger as carefully as he can and switchhing his show back on, but its not long before shes making noise again.

"no way!" she squeals, gesturing to the tv with a massive smile on her face, "youre watching pokemon?!" she chuckles at the stark contrast between pokemon and the usual type of film he tends to watch, teen romances...

he nods, raising his head proudly, "yeah i do actually." he peers down at her with one eye, glad to see the expression o her face he was expecting.

joy.

leaning in closer to him, she shoves her phone in his face, an image of a giant mound of pokemon plushies piled on a bed he recgnises instantly as her one from the school, "dude! i love pokemon! as if you didnt tell me already! look, look." she points to her pphone, un aware that hes already staring at it with a fond smile at the site of the plushies, knowing that he had bought some of them for her for multiple of her birthdays and christmases.

"very cute. who bought them all for you?" he shuts off her phone, looking up at her through his glasses knowingly, but al she does is shrug. "a few friends over the years.".