Random starter... lol | @limitlessscion
To say interactions between the two have been uncivil, would be an understatement. Though, Gojo did almost kill the kid after all. It should be expected, but the older man still couldn't understand the cold shoulder the younger man was giving him. It had been a month now. Time to get over it! He was alive and well. Satoru should consider it a learning experience and be grateful to even have fought against someone as strong as Gojo. Other sorcerers would kill for the chance.
A sigh escaped him as he stood up from his spot on the floor, walking to the kitchen. Perhaps he was being too hard on the kid. He was a teen after all. Life was already hard enough for teenagers without the added worries of being a young sorcerer..... or nearly being killed......twice? Whoops. Gojo rolled his shoulders and neck before beginning to grab ingredients he had bought some days before. Pancakes were a nice for an apology breakfast, right? Nah, he'll have to add something else. Strawberries? Whipped cream? Perfect! He can get behind that.
It didn't take long for him to look up the recipe on his phone, carefully following both the written and video directions. Sure, he made a bit of a mess, but no matter, he'll clean it up after he was finished just before the clean freak came in. He carefully plated the food onto two plates, adding the strawberry topping carefully. Next up the whipped cream was added to the top in a neat cone. When he was happy with his product, he cleaned the edges of Satoru's plate to give it a more neat finished look than his own. Perfect! Gojo was so proud of his work, he even took a couple pictures. Quickly, he cleaned up his mess.
Perhaps a better mood would be formed between the two with the addition of sunlight to their little breakfast. It brought people happiness, right? Even if it brought him a bit of discomfort, perhaps the two needed a dose of sunlight to liven them up. Against his body's own complaints, he opened the curtains around the living room and kitchen, quickly soon after placing on his sunglasses. Once he was totally satisfied with the surrounding, he placed two sets chopsticks onto the plates, and picked them up carefully balancing them on the palms of his hands.
"Satoru! Breakfast is ready~" The older man spoke in a sing song voice, whistling even as he made his way to the smaller table in his makeshift dinning room. The apartment wasn't truly big enough for a true dining room, but honestly it didn't matter. Perhaps having to have moved with the destruction of the last apartment, Gojo could have bought a bigger place. Though with the record of the last apartment being destroyed, money could only get you so far in negotiations. They were lucky to have a place to live after that!
