AN: First of all, thank you all for reading and leaving reviews! I've read every single one at least three times. I'm going to try and update weekly.


"Is there any way you could mask your powers?" Kagome-chan shoots him an exasperated look as if trying to keep her safe is a hindrance. "Or do you not know how to do that?"

"I know how," she snaps, brushing past him into the home. Gojo bends his head, chuckling low at the bite in her tone.

He flips on the light switch as he locks the door behind them. He's not too concerned about a curse or one of the higher-ups getting a whiff of her–no one would be that dumb to attack with him being there–but he also can't keep her by his side all the time.

"I don't care so much when we're at home—"

"Home?" she interrupts, not bothering to look back at him.

Probably for the best.

"We are going to be living together for the unforeseeable future." He bites the inside of his cheek.

Kagome bends down and slips off her sandals. He follows the way her hair curls at the end, just barely reaching the middle of her back. The light bounces off of it, highlighting the blue tint. But more importantly, he notices the strength in her legs as she stands.

"Well, are you going to show me around?" She flashes a smile over her shoulder.

Gojo tilts his head in response and slips out of his shoes. "Where's the excitement?" He claps next to her ear, enjoying the way her face flushes red. "You should feel honored–"

"Are you always like this?"

"—I've never brought a woman to this spot before."

"I'm flattered," she responds. Her right eye ticks ever so slightly.

Gojo brushes past her and thrust both arms out. "Welcome to the esteemed Satoru's estate." He spins around and gives a mock bow. "I will be your host for–"

"Oh, kill me now," she whispers, but Gojo hears her words as if she were right next to him.

"—the remainder of your stay." He straightens himself, lips pulled down in a frown. "Well? Are you gonna check it out?"

"Pretty sure, you're supposed to be giving me the grand tour."

"Feisty. I like it." He ignores her splutters and motions for her to follow. "Alright, if you would follow me this way, we will head towards the most important area of the house–the kitchen!"

"There's hardly anything in it."

Gojo waves off the judgment. "I hardly stay here." He leans against the bare white wall, watching as she runs her hands along the countertops. Her eyes seem to perk up at the stove. He files that information away from later, he's not above exploiting her love of cooking.

"Well, at least everything seems updated, and the fridge isn't small." Gojo clucks his tongue at her words. She turns to him. His breath catches at the emotions she allows to go unfiltered in her eyes. They remind him of the sweetest chocolates he's definitely overindulged himself in.

"What?" he asks at her expectant look.

"Is this the moment where you tie me up? Lock me up somewhere?" He can't help it, his entire body doubles over in laughter. "I'm serious."

"I know, I know." He pretends to wipe a tear from his blindfold. "Aw, man. Kagome-chan, you're a real riot."

"Satoru-san."

He stumbles over to her, mirth still coating his throat. "I'm not holding you hostage. I'm keeping you safe." She takes a step back, hitting the door to the backyard. There's confidence in her stance and tenseness in her limbs. Gojo sighs, loudly. He makes a big show of it.

"Let's start over," he states as his hand grasps the fabric of his blindfold. He keeps his face blank, not wanting to scare her off. His white hair flutters down, framing his face, and hopefully drawing attention to the blueness of his eyes. "Hi! I'm Gojo Satoru." He opts to stretch out his hand in front of him.

It's only a couple of seconds, but he swears it feels like the birds outside have been signing that same damn tube for the past five minutes. His eyes track how her fingers brush her hair back, how she wets her lips in preparation.

"Higurashi Kagome."

Gojo resists the urge to shiver at the contact. Her hand is so small in his, he could easily crush it without breaking a sweat. But there's warmth when they touch that soothes every instinct telling him to eliminate the threat now.

"You know," he starts, still holding her hand, "I thought you'd be more impressed." He pouts at the retraction of contact.

"Because you've shown me your kitchen? Or because you took off the blindfold?" The genuine confusion irritates him.

"I don't take the blindfold off for just anyone." He turns and crooks his fingers, motioning for her to follow. The kitchen is suddenly too cramped, and he needs more space between them.

"Gojo-san, why did you bring me to this spot?"

"Satoru," he corrects as he waves at a closed-door, "this is the bathroom, and that room over here is…"

Kagome brushes past him. This whole getting around his infinity thing of hers is going to take some getting used to. The worst part is that she doesn't even seem aware of how easily she's breaking down his safety net.

"Satoru-san, there's nothing in this room, but the tatami floors. Are you still moving in?"

"I rarely stay out here." He shrugs. "But, no one else knows about this place, and the curses out here aren't as strong as the ones in the city."

Kagome hums in acknowledgment of his words.

"Just curious," she starts, voice laced with an emotion he isn't sure he wants to decipher. "Where am I supposed to be sleep?"

He blinks.

Ah crap! He gives her his best poker face, which cracks ever so slightly at the murderous sheen on her face. Gojo swears he can hear the moment she snaps; his nervous laughter only seems to add weight to the tension in her shoulders.

"Satoru!" The house vibrates in tune with her yells.

At least things won't be so boring anymore, he thinks as he runs down the hall with her hot on his trail. And, most importantly, she dropped the honorific from his name.