#nonetheless you can't help but amuse him and love him in the softest way known to mankind..

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-ˋˏ [ 03 : 31am ] — Satoru Gojo.

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There is something so sweet about getting accustomed to living on your own, with the person you love dearly.

If you had still been living with your mother, she probably would've been scolding the two of you as of right now.

The kitchen was a mess, flour coating all of the surfaces and even sticking with little to no effort against the tiles. You couldn't help the laughter erupt from your lungs after taking a peek at him: egg yolk stains on his black shirt, flour lightening his hair and the stripe of fresh, melted chocolate adorning his cheek.

You felt youthful again, scared to get caught by your parents that followed with a lecture.

But there were no parents, no lectures. In fact, it was just the two of you, in your shared house, in your very own kitchen that you didn't mind messing up once in a while.

Not even at three in the morning.