#em is back

Him making a whole scene at a restaurant just bc u wanna pay💀🤚🏾

BYEEEEEEE NAH BECAUSE MF DEF WOULD

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You and Gojo are out to dinner for once in a blue moon because he's always away with missions and you are constantly swamped with work so you two never really get the chance to just be together like that anymore.

You both manage to finally have a free day and decide to just go out together. You (a complete airhead) don't consider this a date so you're wearing whatever and let's not even mention what that head looking like 💀💀

Satoru on the other hand looks hot as hell like always and it's almost irritating how even when exhausted homie still looks like a Gucci runway model.

You both finally get to order your food and dig in happily, unbeknownst to you, Gojo is looking at you through his shades like you're the greatest treasure in the whole world while your hungry ass is slurping away at some fucking noodles 😭☠🤚. Juices and shit coating your lips before you look up to meet his gaze that he quickly masks behind his usually playful charm.

"Damn you fucking that shit up." He smugly grins pulling down his shades slightly to wiggle his eyebrows.

"Suck my dick-" You retort with ease, a playful smile of your own appearing on your tired face.

This was the usual dynamic between you and your insufferable white haired friend. Playful jabs and roasts keep the relationship interesting and it also didn't hurt that you were stubborn enough to not fall for his tricks the moment you met.

"Y'know if you were a guy... I wouldn't mind-" He started only to be cut off by the sound a loud coughing fit

"You better not take that where I think you are. Shut the fuck up, I knew going out with you was a bad idea. It always is. I'm gonna get the check." You scowl shooting him a dirty look at you flag the waiter down.

Satoru watches you with amusement as you calmly talk to the waiter before his eyes harden at the sight of you reaching into your purse. The air in the restaurant completely changes as his cold sapphire eyes flow your melaninated hand. Only you seemed to be oblivious to the deadly aura surrounding your friend.

"What in the ever loving fuck are you doing my love"

Even his voice seemed to drop a few octaves as he watched your brown eyes shoot up to meet his gaze in confusion.

"...I'm paying?"

A sick smile made its way to his face as he rested his face on his palm and looked at you with a fake expression of concern and pity.

"Aw, sweetheart. Don't you ever embarrass me like that again."

His voice was flat and dropped any sweetness to alert you he was dead serious as he fished into his pocket to pull out his signature black card to pass to the innocent waiter, who frankly didn't get paid enough to deal with this bs, while remaining eye contact with you.

"Gojo have you lost your mind?" You questioned him still confused by the entire situation.

He doesn't respond for a moment, just watching you, before reaching over the table to grab your jaw harshly with that same stern look in his eyes.

"When you're with me, it's insulting to think you'd have to pay for anything. Let me take care of you on our date."

He brushed his thumb over your two toned lips making your face burn at the gesture before pulling away with a regular grin as if nothing happened.

"Well let's head out. I'm beat and need a long nap." He hummed and hopped up from his seat walking away from your flabbergasted body.

Once you snap back into reality you shoot up after him in frustration and embarrassment.