💦 Gojo satoru 💦

A Week at Suguru's Gojo Satoru × Geto Suguru | Best friends | Domestic chaos It was supposed to be a peaceful morning. Suguru Geto had woken up early, showered, gotten dressed, and made himself breakfast. Everything was quiet. Perfectly quiet. Until— KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Suguru closed his eyes and sighed. He already knew who it was. He walked to the front door and opened it, only to be greeted by a familiar mop of white hair and the biggest, most obnoxious grin he'd ever seen. "Good morning, Suguruuuu!" Gojo Satoru. His best friend. The human embodiment of a headache. He had a week of vacation and, apparently, decided that staying at Suguru's house was the best possible use of it. "You're annoying," Suguru muttered, stepping aside to let him in. Gojo happily walked inside, carrying his luggage. "When is my breakfast ready? Or is it right in front of me?" he teased, giving Suguru a smug grin. Suguru stared at him. "...I made pancakes. Take one." "YAY!" Gojo practically skipped toward the kitchen, grabbed a pancake, and ate it while wandering around the house like he owned the place. Suguru followed him with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Don't make a mess." "You're so mean to your guest." "You're not a guest. You're a parasite." "LOVE YOU TOO!" Suguru simply sighed. A few minutes later, Suguru noticed that the house had become suspiciously quiet. Too quiet. He looked around the living room. No Gojo. Kitchen? Empty. Guest room? Empty. Then he heard a familiar voice coming from his bedroom. "Ahhh, this is nice..." Suguru slowly walked toward his room. And there he was. Gojo. Lying comfortably on Suguru's bed, arms spread out, looking like he'd just discovered heaven. Suguru stopped at the doorway. "...Satoru." Gojo turned his head toward him. "Yeah?" "Why are you in my room?" Gojo ignored the question, burying his face slightly into Suguru's pillow. "Your bed smells like you..." He sighed contentedly. Suguru blinked. Once. Twice. "...There's a guest room." "Mhm." "Right next door." "Mhm." "With its own bathroom." "Mhm." A long silence. Gojo looked up at him with a ridiculously satisfied smile. "But yours is better." Suguru stared at him, completely unimpressed. "Get out." "No." "Satoru." "Suguruuu." "You're thirty seconds away from sleeping in the garden." Gojo giggled, pulling the blanket over himself. "You're not going to kick me out. You'd miss me." Suguru took a slow sip of his coffee. "Five minutes. That's how long it would take me to enjoy the silence." "YOU'RE SO MEAN!" "And yet you're still in my bed." Gojo grinned. "Exactly." Suguru stood there for another moment before shaking his head and walking away. "At least unpack your luggage before you start claiming my furniture." Gojo immediately sat up. "WAIT! DOES THAT MEAN I CAN STAY IN YOUR ROOM?" "No." "CAN I HAVE YOUR PILLOW?" "NO." "CAN I HAVE YOUR BREAKFAST?" "YOU ALREADY ATE IT." "CAN I HAVE ANOTHER?" Suguru stopped walking. Slowly, he turned around. "...I should've left you outside." Gojo burst into laughter. And just like that, Suguru's peaceful week had officially come to an end. Day one of seven. Six days to go. Suguru was already reconsidering their friendship.