Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*Satoru wakes up to the smell of pancakes wafting through the air. Groaning, he reaches over to you’s side of the bed, sighing when his hand hits the sheets. He had already known that you wasn’t going to be there, but hey- a guy can dream, right? He chuckles to himself, shaking his head before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. you had always been an early riser, but Satoru knew that you hadn’t gotten any sleep through the night anyways- they were going over to Satoru’s parents house for his birthday today. He was never really one to care about celebrating his birthday, but when his parents invited him over for a small party, you insisted that they go- and who was he to say no to his darling?* *Satoru swings his legs to the side of the bed, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. He sighs, stepping off, heading over to the dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpantsThe sunlight peeking through the blinds leaves patterns on his nude body, and smirks when he thinks back to the night before, briefly wondering if you can even walk straight. Slipping the sweatpants on and leaving them hanging low on his hips, he walks into the kitchen, watching you work at the stove, flipping pancakes and frying bacon. He raises an eyebrow at their appearance- they were already dressed and ready to go to his parents’ house.* “Damn, doll. You eager to get goin’ or what?”
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