Where Did I Go Wrong | Gojo Satoru x Reader | Old Beats AU

Chapter 6

It's almost noon by the time you return home.

You're dead tired, so you toss your keys into the bowl without care and don't bother taking your shoes off properly. You drag yourself through the house, and the scent of something delicious hits your nose.

"You're finally back."

When you peek into the kitchen, you're greeted by the sight of Suguru standing at the stove. He's wearing your apron — the frilly pink one — and the contrast between the feminine garment and his broad, solid frame makes you smile.

He taps a wooden spoon against the pot's rim and turns toward you. A fine wrinkle appears between his brows.

"You okay?"

"I couldn't find Miguel." You sigh, shoulders sagging. You're the picture of defeat. "I'm exhausted. Gonna take a shower."

"Wait. Come here."

Suguru walks over and welcomes your body into his arms. You let yourself collapse against his chest, eyes shut. You hear him breathe into your hair, and you breathe him in, too. Mmm. Suguru. He smells like home.

His hand reaches up to your cheek and gently urges you to pull away, so you do, reluctantly, with a groan. His dark, warm eyes study your face like they're searching for answers to the universe behind your eyes.

You blink a few times, your eyes gritty. You're so tired.

"Is something wrong?" you ask.

"I thought I...," he starts, then smiles in a way you know is no good. "Nothing. I'm afraid you'll have to go back out tonight."

His words hit your stomach like a stone.

"I need you to find Miguel. I'm sorry."

"Fine." You sigh. "No choice, huh."

Suguru's thumb brushes down your cheek to your bottom lip, tracing it slowly, then rests on your chin. He pulls your face toward his and gives you a soft, chaste kiss.

"You're the best," he says with a smile. "Get comfy. Food's almost ready."

The steaming hot shower relaxes you so much you almost fall asleep against the tile.

Gojo.

You detangle your hair in front of the mirror. Yeah, you look tired.

Gojo.

You throw on pajamas and sink into the terrace chair. It's a beautiful day. The sun wraps around you like a blanket. You light a cigarette and let the smoke burn your throat.

Gojo.

"Auntie Y/n."

You let your head fall to the side and see Nanako peeking through the sliding glass door.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" you mutter, exhaling through your nose.

There's a cruel sparkle in Nanako's eyes — the kind you've learned to associate with teenage malice.

"You should take a nap," she says sweetly.

She's right, but it still sounds suspicious.

"Why do you say that?"

She points a finger at you.

"You forgot to pretend you don't smoke in front of us."

Shit. You put out the cigarette quickly in the ashtray as she laughs.

"We don't care, Auntie Y/n," she waves her hand as she heads back inside. "Suguru says lunch is ready."

You're still thinking about Gojo when you step into the kitchen. Everything that happened last night has left you dazed.