Challenge | Gojo Satoru

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You never thought you'd be shopping with Gojo Satoru, but here you were. You were pushing the cart, elbows propping you up as you leaned against the handles. He was skipping ahead, occasionally throwing items into the cart.

"We need chicken, right?" Satoru examined a package with a small frown. "And do we do chicken breasts or a whole chicken?"

You stared at his stupid little hat for a moment. "You're kidding, right? Why would we buy a whole chicken?"

Satoru rolled his eyes as he gently placed the chicken breasts inside the cart. "I dunno. Oh, we should get some ice cream for when you come crying home after your date! I've always wanted to comfort someone like that."

You bit the inside of your cheek in irritation. "Why would I come home crying?" 

Satoru shrugged as he wandered over to the frozen goods section. You followed him as he perused the cartons of ice cream. He considered the options as if his life was on the line. "Maybe something chocolate? Fudge too."

You narrowed your eyes at him and huffed. "I'm not going to come home crying. But... get some ice cream anyways."

He grinned as he grabbed a couple different flavours. "Gotcha. But when you do come back sobbing and sniffling, my bed is open."

You curled your lip in disgust. "Nope. I'll just stay out on the streets."

Satoru threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side. "Aw, wifey, you really hate me like that?"

"I told you not to call me that!" You slapped his hand away. You went on the other side of the cart for good measure too.

A kid passing by shot you both a confused look. 

You felt a headache coming on again. "Go- Satoru, I'm going to be out tonight. You're going to be alone. Can I trust you to cook by yourself?"

"Y'know, if we're supposed to be blending in, shouldn't you stay inside the apartment?" Satoru examined his nails. "I'll keep you company."

"I'm not going to let my life die because a gang wants me dead," you casually said, much to the shock of an old lady nearby. She shuffled away, casting another suspicious look your way. "I have things to do and places to be."

"At least tell me where you're going so I know where to look when you get kidnapped," Satoru begged. He batted his eyelashes, reaching down to tip your chin up. "For me? Please?"

You swatted him away. "No. Because you're gonna show up like some freak and try to interrupt us."

Satoru sighed and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Fine. But I'm not coming to save you when you get kidnapped into his sex dungeon."

You wrinkled your nose. "What? He does not have a sex dungeon. He's a normal, sweet guy."

"Or is that how he lures naïve little virgins in?" He crooked a brow at you and held up his hands menacingly. 

You gave him an unimpressed look. "I'm not a naïve little virgin. And believe me, if he has a sex dungeon I'm coming straight home."

"Good." Satoru seemed pleased. "But call me and I'll come pick you up."

You pursed your lips. "We'll see."

Satoru waked ahead of you, heading for the checkout. He glanced back at you and watched you for a moment with his lips slanted downwards. "I mean it. Call me if anything goes wrong."

You began setting your groceries on the belt. The employee scanned them with a small smile sent your way and a halfhearted greeting. You met Satoru's gaze with your own, raising your chin. "I know. But I'm saying that I can handle myself."