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The dull thud of approaching footsteps tells you that you’ll have a visitor soon. Despite this, you keep working. Your head stays down. Your fingers keep moving. You’re on a mission. A mission that no one will stop you from completing. A mission that no one will keep you from fulfilling. A mission that no one will distract you from.
“Well, well, well. What do we have- is that one me?!”
Not even him .
The thing he’s pointing at- the cookie he’s pointing at is most definitely him. You had pulled a freshly baked pan of gingerbread cookies from your oven not too long ago. And with just how good everything was starting to smell around you, you knew you had mere minutes to get to work. Especially with your boyfriend relaxing upstairs with nothing to distract him. So once you deemed that your cookies were perfect in every single way, you set off. Your bags of icing and your gumdrops and your candy balls and your every other type of decorating treat in the world are ready for you to use.
You chose to do him first. You figured it would be the best course of action considering just how likely it would be for him to ruin your surprise for himself just by getting a little too curious at the smell (and ignoring all the times you asked him to stay out of the kitchen while you were busy today). But luckily, you were able to get his cookie out in record time. A nice, neat little recreation of him that you managed to pull off from memory. A memory that served you very based on the way the little cookie on the pan greatly resembled your muse.
Still, you have a hard time containing your soft laughter at Gojo’s sudden exclamation, but you manage to keep working anyways. It was obvious from the get-go that you would be seeing him soon enough if you kept up the work that you were doing. So to say you were surprised to find your very powerful, very affectionate sorcerer boyfriend standing behind you and looking over your shoulder as he presses close to you and holds your hips would be a bold, bold, bold lie. A lie not worth even trying to tell. Besides, distraction or not…
…this does feel nice. A little too nice even.
“Mhm,” You finally confirm, only sparing him a quick smile and an even quicker glance before putting your head down to regain concentration. You don’t miss the way his eyes are trained onto the little gingerbread man that resembles him. Cute, right?”
It’s safe to say that despite this one being your first, having a clear image of how you wanted it to look like in your head rather than just the word “cute” made things a lot easier. And a lot more successful. With careful hands, you were able to replicate his haircut when without the bandana over his eyes using the royal icing. The exact same haircut that’s currently tickling the back of your neck whenever he moves in too close. The gingerbread's outfit wasn’t that special- it donned his typical dark clothing with the high collar. Though the colors really did match a bit better than you expected. And thankfully too. You did take an awful lot of time at the store trying to make sure everything was right…
But what you loved most of all were gingerbread Gojo’s eyes. Two brightly colored light blue jawbreakers fulfilled that role. They were so small in your hand yet so perfect to be the finishing touch. So, so, so perfect .
“Of course.” He agreed easily with your questions, and you could just feel the more than pleased smirk growing on his face. Though his attitude is more than contagious as you quickly found yourself swelling up with more than enough pride for two people as you look down at your hard work. Yet still so much to do…. “Though I think he’s nothing like the real thing.”
At that, his grip on your body tightens. It only takes a small amount of his strength to pull your body away from the kitchen’s island counters that you were working on so he could slot himself instead. Almost immediately, you begin to protest the sudden moment. He is in the way of you completing your very, very, very important business after all. But then he looks at you- peering down at you through pure white lashes with those gorgeous bright blue eyes. And suddenly? You’re cracking. Then the corner of his lip quirks up, revealing just enough of a pearling white smile to get anyway hot under the collar. And suddenly? You’re crumbling. And then he raises an eyebrow and gestures to your now-neglected project with a jerk of his head and a warm chuckle. And suddenly?
You’re folding .
“ Satoru .” You try to warn him with a stern voice, but it shakes underneath his heated gaze. It doesn’t take long for your expression to melt into an exasperated yet joyful smile as he feigns innocence. You were expecting something like this to happen too. Though as much as you tried to prepare yourself for it- as much as you tried to think of ways around it- you knew that you were up for something a little more than a challenge when it came to dealing with him of all people. “Satoru, move ! I don’t want everything to set before I’m done!”
“Hmm…” He stops for a moment and pulls a thoughtful expression on his face for a second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four. And then finally, he turns his smile back towards you. “ No .”
You let out a groan and rolled your eyes but all that earned you was an all too innocent-looking shrug from the man behind the problem itself. In hindsight, you probably should have tried to time things a little better. Knowing your boyfriend and all his little antics, that’s what all your friends suggested to you at the very least. If you found the time to work while he was away at work, maybe you wouldn’t be in this little predicament. If you were a little more proactive about your plans, you could have even pulled it off as a welcome home gift regarding the business trip he just returned from a couple of days ago. But it’s far too late to care or think about such things now that the kitchen is a mess of all different types of ingredients and the whole house smells just like gingerbread. Far, far, far too late.
But it could have been worse.
Way worse , you think to yourself as that smile you’ve been fighting off appears back on your face. And you’re right. This situation, this moment, this relationship? It all could have been so different. He could have came down earlier while you were still decorating his cookie. He could have told you that his cookie was ugly. That it was unrecognizable. That it looked nothing like him at all. He could have thought that the idea of baking and decorating cookies all by hand was a dumb idea. That it was a waste of time. Impractical even. So now, you can’t, but be happy. So, so, so happy . Because out of everything- you get to have him here. With you. Holding you. Complimenting you. Loving you. Cherishing you.
You get to have him here with you.
“ Well …if you’re not going to move, then you have to finish the rest of them!”
“ Wait, no-”
And isn’t that the sweetest treat of them all?