#satoshoko weekened

[sentimental-idiot25]

My little entry for SatoShoko Weekend!! I WROTE THIS SO QUICKLY SO IF ITS NOT THE BEST FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE 🙏

[sentimental-idiot25]

{Thank you to @ipostmysimpingstuffanonymouslyfor helping me with the ending <333} {Another Entry for Satoshoko Weekend} "I still don't know what to say to them!" Gojo protested as Shoko grabbed him by the sleeve, trying to coax him out of her apartment room.

"You've met them!" Shoko exclaimed, attempting to tug him towards the sea of people waiting outside. "Three times!"

Gojo stood there, seemingly unaffected by Shoko's full force. "I know, but what if I mess up?" he voiced his concerns, his eyes reflecting a touch of vulnerability.

Shoko let go of his arm, her frustration shifting into amusement. "Are you telling me you're scared of a little human interaction, c'mon now, Satoru," she said, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head in his direction.

"Don't—" Gojo mockingly mimicked Shoko's movements, placing his hands on his hips as well. "—me! What if I say the wrong thing, and they all start talking shit about me to you? What if they tell you to break up with me?"

Shoko chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. "Yes, because I would leave you based on what they said," she reassured him, her voice softening. She lightly tapped his head before continuing, "Don't be ridiculous. Plus, you owe me for being late."

"Don't be mad at me! Yell at Ichiji. He was driving at the speed limit after I took care of a couple of curses," Gojo retorted, trying to shift the blame away from himself.

"Poor thing—having to deal with you all the time," Shoko remarked, placing her hand on her forehead in mock exasperation. "I would never be able to handle your bull—"

"I think you love handling me," Gojo interrupted, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he closed the distance between them, his hands finding their place on her hips. "You know, since everyone is upstairs on the rooftop, we could just stay—"

"Oh no no no," Shoko laughed, wiggling her way out of Satoru's hold. "We have to go up there." She turned around and headed for the door. "Plus, I think my roommate might go home with her boyfriend, or you can take us back to your place."

"Didn't know you wanted me that bad," Satoru quipped, his smile widening as if he had won the argument. Shoko's face dropped, feigning annoyance.

"Hey, I want you that bad, I'll admit it," she finally admitted, unable to contain her laughter as they left her room.

"Yeah, I was always just the second or third tallest in my class," Gojo said, curving his lip downwards, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.

As they made their way out of the apartment, the distant sound of laughter and chatter grew louder, signaling the lively atmosphere awaiting them on the rooftop. Shoko and Gojo climbed the stairs together, their steps in sync. 

As they approached the group, Gojo's mind raced, searching for the perfect words to say, the right jokes to tell, and the appropriate topics to discuss. He wanted to make a good impression, to fit in seamlessly with Shoko's circle of friends.

Shoko had wandered over to the bar area for some time and when she returned she walked in on an unexpected but rehearsed ongoing joke Gojo had...for the past 5 years.

"No way you're shorter than 6’1 dude!” Shoko's roommate's boyfriend exclaimed in disbelief.

"No, trust me, I'm 5'10"," Gojo reaffirmed, his expression conveying a mix of resignation and humor.

"Babe, aren't you like 6'1"?" Shoko's roommate asked her boyfriend, lightly tapping his arm, seeking confirmation.

"Yeah, of course—" he began to respond but was interrupted by Shoko.

"But how come Gojo is taller than you?" she interjected, curiosity evident in her voice as she glanced briefly at Gojo and gave a silent knowing look 

The crowd of people surrounding them exchanged glances, their interest piqued by the unexpected conversation.

"I think he's lying!" someone chimed in, voicing the skepticism that had started to arise.

"Why would they both lie?" another person wondered aloud, their confusion mirroring the sentiment of the crowd.

Gojo shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey, I can't help it if genetics decided to have some fun with me. Height isn't everything, you know."

“Does someone have a ruler?” The roommate’s boyfriend called out. 

“Hey! Remember this is an all-girls apartment…we don’t keep rulers at our bedsides...” Shoko joked as the crowd laughed. 

“But believe me, his parents are both short— I was in shock when I saw how tall he was compared to them.” She said adding to the joke. 

“Pfft whatever,” the boyfriend said as he was he took a gulp of his drink. 

The group dispersed gradually as the conversation moved on. Shoko made her way to Gojo sometime into the party and stood shoulder to shoulder with Gojo. 

 “I can’t believe you remembered that joke,” Gojo whispered amused. 

“It hasn’t been that long…” She said playfully rolling her eyes. 

“Still— love how you still play into it.” 

They both took a sip of their respective drink both alcoholic and for Gojo—Coke.

“Sooo, if you’re 5’10 what does that make me?”

 “Short as hell.” He said without hesitation. 

She playfully nudged him. 

“But I think it’s cute.” He mockingly ducked down to kiss her, “Damn the weather down here is a lot hotter…or maybe it’s you who knows.” He shrugged with a grin as he stood up straight again. 

Shoko chuckled and gently pushed him away. "Oh, so now you're using your height advantage for cheesy pick-up lines? Smooth, Gojo, real smooth." She rolled her eyes with a smirk. 

Gojo grinned mischievously. "Hey, can't blame me for trying. Gotta use all the tools in my arsenal, you know?"

Shoko took another sip of her drink, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "I suppose I can let it slide this time. But don't get too comfortable, mister. You'll have to come up with something better than that if you want to impress me."

Gojo chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Challenge accepted…Just you wait and see. I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve." He winked.

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“Y’know— the kids would all make fun of you for having all of this” Gojo says while scrummaging through Shoko’s pantry shelves. 

“Good thing I don’t invite them.” She says while sitting at her counter’s barstool inspecting an apple. 

“I come over for cookies and you said ‘I have some’….” He lifts up a bag of flour and sugar. “Is this how you treat your guests…? You LIE to them!!” “You can make them yourself…. Plus you’re here so often I might as well make you do the grocery shopping.” 

Gojo smirks and playfully tosses the bag of flour back onto the shelf. "Oh, I see how it is. Using me for free labor now, are you?" He leans against the counter, crossing his arms. "Well, I guess I can't argue with the opportunity to show off my culinary skills—“

Shoko rolls her eyes, taking a bite of the apple. "Oh, please. You'd burn down the kitchen before you even managed to crack an egg properly…. I've seen you struggle with a microwave."

Gojo feigns offense, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "Hey now, that was just one time! And I have you to thank for saving me from that disastrous attempt at cooking. But it kept you entertained huh didn’t it.”

“Gojo…I almost called the fire department.” 

Gojo chuckles, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, a little excitement never hurt anyone, right? Besides, it's not my fault your kitchen appliances have a vendetta against me."

Shoko shakes her head, suppressing a laugh. "You attract chaos wherever you go, don't you? I should've known better than to let you near my pantry."

"Ah, but you secretly love the chaos, Sho. Admit it," Gojo teases, leaning in closer with a playful grin. "Otherwise, you wouldn't keep inviting me over to disrupt your peaceful little sanctuary."

Shoko raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe I just enjoy watching you stumble around and make a mess. It's oddly entertaining."

Gojo's grin widens, his playful nature shining through. "Ah, so you find amusement in my misadventures, huh? I see how it is. You have a secret sadistic side."

Shoko lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Sadistic? Oh, please. It's more like a guilty pleasure. Besides, it's not every day I get to witness a self-proclaimed master sorcerer struggle with everyday tasks."

Gojo feigns a dramatic sigh, his hand resting on his forehead. "Everyday tasks, you say? Who needs everyday tasks when you’re the strongest? I'm just expanding my skillset, Sho.”

Shoko playfully nudges his arm. "Expanding your skillset, huh? Well, perhaps one day you'll surprise us all and actually manage to whip up something edible in the kitchen. That'll be a real feat."

Gojo takes the apple from Shoko’s hand, “Gotta go grocery shopping first…I wouldn’t be able to manage in this sparse ingredient household.” He mockingly shivers. 

Shoko chuckles and reaches out to take back her apple. "Nice try, Gojo. But don't worry, I'll handle the grocery shopping. I can't risk you bringing back a basket full of sugar and candy instead of actual ingredients."

Gojo pouts, pretending to be disappointed. "Aw, come on, Sho! You don't trust my impeccable taste in groceries? I have an eye for quality snacks, you know."

Shoko smirks, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Impeccable taste, huh? I recall the time you brought back a cart filled with nothing but instant ramen and assorted candies. Quite the gourmet selection."

Gojo grins, unabashed. "Hey, those are essentials! A well-stocked pantry is not complete without an assortment of instant noodles and treats in various flavors. It's all about the culinary experience, Sho!”