Happy birthday to my most favourite white haired teacher Gojo the loml

Kinda late sorry

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Today was Satoru's birthday. Now, you might think he's the type of guy to jump on people and demand gifts, but no.

He's the exact opposite.

While he doesn't particularly hate celebrating, he doesn't like it too much either. Kind of like how you feel about setting up a tent outside your house. It'd be cool for memories but it's useless and a waste of time and money. And you probably get too lazy to set it up if you do start.

[Name], however, spent days planning her best friend's birthday. She got the students to get the necessary things to decorate a room, like balloons, party poppers, led lights, candles, birthday hats and whatnot. The entire day of 6th December was spent decorating a classroom. Dragging out the chairs, cleaning the room, drawing a chibi laughing Gojo on the blackboard, blowing balloons blah blah, which was too much to do for her, so as expected of a woman like her, she threatened the students to do it for her.

Near 11:50 p.m., the preparations were finished. Yuta got a cake which was light blue in colour and elegantly decorated. Two candles of '2' and '8' stood upright in the middle of the frosting-covered cake.

[Name] went to retrieve the birthday boy. She warped to her apartment building, where the two lived as neighbours, and busted into his house, immediately slamming open the door of his room.

Satoru was asleep.

He was asleep.

Asleep.

He never slept. Seeing him relaxing made her kind of guilty about waking him up but this was for him. He was sprawled across the bed, black sweatpants resting low on his hips, naked chest partly covered with the comforter. She went to his closet and snatched a black t-shirt before attempting to wake him up.

Key word: attempting

By God, did she try every method. Shaking him, calling out, slapping, pushing, throwing, punching, kicking but the man was dead. At last, she remembered how she once saw Suguru waking him up. Deciding to try it, she neared her face to his and blew a puff of cold air in his face and ruffled his hair when she did so.

How in the fuck Suguru did not feel embarrassed was above her, but at least it worked. She backed away from him as he stirred in his sleep and sat up, disorientated, as the blanket covering him fell.

Her breath hitched but she then slapped herself internally. "Huh? [Name]-chan? What're you doing here?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

[Name] threw the shirt at him. "I need to show you something."

He groaned, grabbing the shirt and putting it on before standing to his full height. He walked over to where she stood, tripping over a stuffed toy which he kicked under the bed and said 'That's not mine.'

"What is it, [Name]-channnn? I was sleeping."

"No shit. I'm not blind."

He pouted before drooping his arms on her shoulders. She moved out from under him and his arms fell at his sides, smacking Kaburamaru in the process who hissed at the man.

She pulled out a blindfold from her pocket and handed it to him. "Put it on," she nodded towards it.

He grumbled, putting it on. "Take a hold of me," [Name] said and warped back to the school after he did.

She grabbed his hand and led him to the class, temporarily forgetting he could still see. Satoru didn't object, though. Simply followed her while internally gushing over her warmth. Once they reached, she took him inside the class and took his blindfold off as the students plus Shoko and Nanami, started singing the crappy happy birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Sensei/Gojo~ Happy birthday to you!!!"

And the room was filled with clapping as Satoru pretended to be shocked, as if he couldn't see through the blindfold.

Yuji jumped on Satoru and gave him a bear hug. Shoko gently hugged him, Nanami nodded at him and the rest said something along the lines of "Happy birthday, idiot."

[Name] patted him on the back and pushed him towards the cake. Satoru grinned at her and picked up the knife, cutting the cake, and fed the first slice to [Name], then to Shoko and Megumi and the rest.

Nobara, who saw all this, sighed at how dense her female teacher was. The first slice of a birthday cake is meant for someone you love.

Once everyone was done with the cake, a little frosting on Satoru's face and some on [Name]'s mouth meanwhile Yuji had nearly his entire face covered in cake as Megumi grumbled at him, the birthday man was pushed towards the gifts.

He opened up the messily-wrapped presents. Each present represented the person that gave it to him. Megumi gave him expensive sunglasses, Nobara gave him an expensive blue button down, Maki forgot to get him something, Panda gave him a hug "Because I'm a panda!", Yuji didn't know what to get so he just gave him a heartfelt letter, Yuta gave him a painting, Shoko gave him some shoes and lastly, Nanamin skedaddled when it was the time to give gifts.

Strangely enough, none of the gifts represented [Name]. Satoru tried to hide his hurt expression.

Maybe, just maybe, she'd give it to him later?

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After some time of dancing, ordering takeout and laughing at unexpected jokes and puns, the kids and Shoko had left, since they had school/work early morning, leaving only the white-haired male and [Name]. He slowly walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind while she had her back facing him and was picking up the trash.

"You didn't get me anything?" He asked softly.

"I was worried you'd cry after seeing my gift."

Satoru rolled his eyes and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Where is it then?"

[Name] turned around and grabbed a big box which was hidden under a table, handing it to him. Simultaneously, she reached out a hand and wiped the frosting on his face.

Satoru grinned at her and opened the box. Inside, there were two smaller boxes which were surrounded by neatly-folded papers. He opened the box which was like a square first, and found inside it, an expensive watch he'd been eyeing for some time. He turned to her in surprise.

She blinked at him. "What?"

"Since when were you so considerate and observant?"

"Ever since you were born."

Satoru blew a flying kiss at her while she pretended to puke. He then put the watch on his wrist, the metal contrasting beautifully against his pale skin as the diamond representing the numbers glittered. He noticed something written on it but ignored it.

He opened the second box, a rectangular one. Inside it was a men's cologne, one that Satoru was obsessed with. His had finished and he planned on buying it again but it was only available in Yokohama, so the male had made a mental note to buy it once he went there. Thank goodness [Name] was good at giving gifts, now he wouldn't have to go through the trouble.

He looked over at her with hearts in his eyes. "I could kiss you right now."

She grimaced. "Please don't." She then looked at her watch and nodded at him. "It's already 1:27 a.m., we both have work tomorrow. Go sleep."

He hummed at her in response before grabbing all the papers in the box and stuffing them into the pockets of his sweatpants.

He nodded goodbye to her and warped to his apartment, hearing her warp into her own next door. He went to his room and collapsed on his bed. He slipped out one of the papers from his pockets and opened it. It read:

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓉  𝒮𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓊,

ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇ℴ𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒷𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃ℯ. ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓃 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝓉𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓎-ℯ𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 ℐ 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝒶𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ ℯ𝓃𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓇𝒶ℊ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈.

1. 𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓃ℊ. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃ℴ, ℐ 𝒹ℴ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓂ℯ𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓃ℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓈ℴ𝓇𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓇. ℐ 𝓂ℯ𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℯ𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓇ℯ, 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓈𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓃ℊ. 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝒽𝒶𝒹 ℐ ℊℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹, ℐ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ. ℐ 𝓉𝒷𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒾𝓈 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝒷ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℴ𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓌.

Wow.

Just.

Wow.

No way in hell this was written by THE Iguro [Name]. It was uncharacteristic enough of her to get him something, much less two expensive gifts and 28 letters?

But the classy writing was hers......

In the end, he came to the conclusion that she was bewitched. He lay on his bed, motionless and staring at the ceiling as a million thoughts raced through his head. He crumpled up the paper and threw it somewhere, during the process of which, his watch caught his eye. He took it off and inspected it, noticing something engraved into the back of it.

𝕀.[𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝].

What. The. Hell.

Satoru could feel his cheeks burning and his ears ringing. He then remembered noticing she had started wearing a new watch the previous week.

A watch that had "𝔾.𝕊." engraved on the back.