13 and then 2 ( and then he fuckign Exits Stage Left Immediately from you know whomst )
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013. give them food . + 002. kiss their cheek .
It's nice to go on a mission, go out in the field again. More than that, it's exciting to see Yuta at work as a full-fledged sorcerer. Two special grades together is wholly unnecessary but Gojo insists, a chance to mentor like old times— though after Shinjuku, there's a connection deeper than that between them, even if it's largely unaddressed.
But his first day back is mostly spent alone in his room: resting, trying to fight off a persistent headache, feeling irritable, and generally just feeling off. He supposes he's due for a day like this after having a string of good ones. No one hears from him until evening, when he realizes he hasn't eaten all day.
[TXT] Do you have food? I'm hungry and don't want to cook.
Gojo's not sure what to expect; a snack, maybe. But when Choso arrives a bit later, he smells it before he even sees it, perking up and sitting up straighter in bed as he rounds the corner, carrying a tray with what looks to be homemade food.
"Wow, the room service here has really gotten fantastic!" He manages to joke like normal, just with less energy. He remembers something as Choso comes near, and reaches over and grabs the bed tray folded up against the side of the bed, opening it and setting it over his lap. Pressing his hands together, his throat emits an intrigued and pleased hum as he leans forward to look over the food placed before him.
"Ooh, you brought me dinner! It smells delicious." Now that something's in front of him, his appetite suddenly seems to be kicking into high gear, like his body's finally recognizing how hungry it actually is. "I can't believe you dropped everything to cook me a meal. You must really like me." Or he's just being nice. Regardless, Gojo's aware it's more likely Choso was already cooking when he texted. But he's grateful, even thinks to say thank you with a little more sincerity as he reaches for his chopsticks, but before he can...
It takes him a second to register what's happened, frozen with food halfway to his lips, and before he can even properly react, Choso seems to be trying to flee the scene. "... Huh?" His cheek's pleasantly tingling and the guy responsible is speed walking away. "Huh? Hey, get back here! You can't just do that and run away! You didn't even give me a chance to say thank you yet."