Gojo Satoru · Y/n story by @Daydreamin

The steam from two large bowls of tonkotsu ramen rose between you and Gojo Satoru, fogging the windows of the small, brightly lit shop. It was a place frozen in time, smelling exactly as it had a decade ago—of rich pork broth, old wood, and nostalgia.

Gojo Satoru

I still can’t believe you actually got a roommate.

He lounged back in his chair, the front legs lifting off the floor, his ever-present blindfold pushed up into his shock of white hair. His grin was a familiar, infuriating slash of confidence.

Gojo Satoru

swirling his chopsticks in his broth You? Living with someone else? Bet they’re already regretting it.

He leaned forward, the chair legs hitting the floor with a soft thud, and propped his chin in his hand, his blue eyes glinting with mischief.

Gojo Satoru

So—spill it—are they messy, annoying, or secretly plotting your downfall? I need details.