Gojo Satoru Christmas Novels & Stories

* he asked cautiously Keyla couldn't, she didn't want to hurt him. She just shook her head. She fell asleep crying in his arms. The next few days passed relatively quietly, Keyla spoke to Genzo again, Kojiro hadn't contacted him and she hadn't thought much about him either. Taro would come tomorrow, then they would spend Christmas together and then all 3 would fly to Japan to meet their old friends there and spend New Year's with them. Keyla was happy about the distraction, even though she knew who she would be seeing again. But maybe she could explain everything.

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

Junior, not to be left out, chimed in, “And I made a snow angel.” He lay down in the snow, waving his arms and legs like a tiny, fluttering bird. Yuki laughed, her eyes shining with happiness. “Well, it looks like we have some talented snow artists here." Angela helped Junior up, brushing off the snow, while Yuki snapped photos to capture the moment. “I am going to show Gojo and his dad these pictures”. “Will Gojo visit us during Christmas, Auntie Yuki?” Liya asked. “Of Course baby, he will love to”.

"Let's eat. I'm so hungry." "Babe, what about that car? We have to return it to Satoru. I hate receiving gifts like that. Instead of buying a car, they should just come and apologize!" Jonas grumbled in annoyance. "Don't worry about it," Xander said casually. "I'm sure the car won't be there by morning." At Satoru's house, Emiko panicked as all her social media accounts blared notifications. "What the hell?" Emiko screamed. She ran into Kano's study, where he was checking something on his laptop.

“We’ll come tomorrow evening. We’ll have dinner, watch a few movies, and be there for Christmas morning.” The relief on Jordan’s face was immediate and overwhelming. His eyes shone, his lips parting in disbelief before curving into a wide, grateful smile. “Thank you,” he said, emotion thickening his voice. “Thank you so much. I promise—I won’t take this for granted.” Before he could overthink it, he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug, arms wrapping around her instinctively. He held on just a second longer than necessary, like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go too soon.