done. you’re absolutely done studying for the night. you’re going to enter a state of frenzy if you go through your flashcards again. glancing at your full laundry basket, you realized that today… well, yesterday was laundry day. might as well take care of it now.

’the laundry room should be empty.’

you thought. it was 2 am. sure, people could still be awake at this time, but not doing laundry. you pitter patter down the stairs and enter the laundry room, only to see a young man with messy white hair and striking blue eyes: satoru gojo. with a black compression shirt that clings to his muscles and gray wide leg sweatpants, he’s leaning against one of the laundry machines leisurely. you could tell he’s probably doing laundry for his gym clothes.

satoru’s scrolling on his phone until he hears you opening the door, lifting his head to meet your gaze with a slight smirk.