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helpme695 · 2 months ago

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Hello, hello,Hello,my dear!!

I saw that you were a brand new blog with barely any writings and that you wrote for IDV,so i HAD to jump on the occasion,you see?

Allow me to introduce myself (as this is most likely not the last time you will be seeing me!), I am Nina (or Weewoo!),self proclaimed platonic asker!

And I am here to humbly ask for headcanons (or a one shot,i don't know which one you prefer,but I'd be happy with both!!) For Jack the Ripper (except if you don't write for him,which i understand,He IS based off a real murderer...if you don't write for him,I'd love some Antonio! But I'd prefer Jack :3 or both if you're interested Or if you prefer to choose other than those two,that's okay!!) with a child!reader (platonic ofc) that loves all types of art? Like they like listening to music while drawing- sure they're not the best,since they're still learning,but they show their art to them when they're proud of it? And they give the Hunter(s) drawings of them?? They're just a small cutie that gives drawings to people?

Thank you for reading! I hope you like this prompt and enjoy writing it!! Remember to drink,eat and take breaks,Hun!

Stay proud,

-Nina <3

Helloooooooo Nina :D I'm glad to have you in my silly blog :) I hope you will enjoy it in the future <) I wrote for both of them since I like Antonio ^_^ I'm sorry for taking quite a lot to answer ;-; it will happen again if I continue with this writing style </3.

I didn't dive too much about child thing, so you can take it as an adult or little kid. Either way, it's definitely platonic. Oh and it mostly seemed gender nature sooo :)

Aaa i just did reader give art to these 2 lol , sooo yah </3 sorry for my mistakes

Both of them are not that experienced with children because of their backgrounds. Antonio is busy drinking his favorite wines and playing masterpieces for the nobles, and god knows what else. As for Jack, he's just being, well... Jack. :)

they don't mind children that much; it depends on their mood. Mostly, they act like 'the cool uncles'.

However, Jack is not as fond of babysitting as Antonio. He thinks there are better options, like Michiko or Leo! Or maybe, why not play with people your age? Robbie and Memory would be happy to have you around.

They recognize your unique and diverse interests in various forms of art, which is uncommon even among adults.

Sometimes, they will simply watch you to see what you are best at. That way, they could buy you something nice related to it. Of course, they would support you in other forms, as well. They just figure that if you are great at something specific, it means you love it the most.

Now, let's talk about each one :D

Antonio:

It's not unusual to find him friendly in matches if he's in the mood. A simple, goofy mistake was all it took to make this weird-haired noodle crack up (thanks to Tracy's terror shock and Martha's failed flare gun rescue).

You participated in this match. All of you were having fun in Moonlit River Park.

After this match, everyone said their goodbyes and left to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, felt you wanted to appreciate him more. So, you got yourself comfortable, put on your favorite music (or headed to the composer to listen to him), and started drawing. It didn't take you long to finish it, so you borrowed some clay from Galatea to make a small version of him. It turned out messy. Nevertheless, you colored it. Your paper drawing turned out better than your little clay Antonio, but it still looked adorable.

You would know if he's in his room by his usual violin playing. And today was no exception. You knocked on his door softly, and the long-haired man heard it. Which makes sense since he's hard to hide from.

"Come in,"

And with that, you slipped past his door. You were greeted with his usual creepy smile and a couple of bottles of booze around his desk.

"Hello (name), I thought you were tired from the last match. Especially for a little one like you. Do you want to listen to my latest work later? I suggested Mr. Kreiburg and I do a musical performance together for the upcoming season."

You didn't say anything, just smiling at him as you got closer, and so did Antonio's curiosity.

"Is there something on your mind you would like to tell me, (name)?"

He crouched down to meet your height, still looming over you. You smile only brighten when you got excited to show your work to him. Behind your back, you emerged two artworks of him. His eyes lingered on what your hand was holding before he took them.

The drawing was of him ballooning Tracy and holding you with his hair, while what seemed like a sad Martha with her gun, and Forward way back running at him.

And then he looked at your small clay sculpture. His hair looked like overcooked pasta and worms coming out of it, with some black coloring. implies you are still new to shaping.

You were overjoyed just looking at how his smile widened even more than it already was. You felt his eyes leave your art and look at your face. He honestly didn't know what to be happy about. Was someone actually spending time doing something wholesome for him? Or was it the sound of your laughter echoing in his room with the big smile of yours?

He placed your work on his desk and gently guided you with his hand to his embrace.

"I know you have undeniable talent, and I want to admire it and make sure nothing disturbs it. Today, you illuminated my heart with your caring light, crafting something priceless. I thank you for your gift, and if it was for that silly match, it's nothing compared to your kindness."

He patted your head for a few seconds and then stood up tall.

"As much as I like spoiling you with my masterpieces, you have to go to sleep. Ms. Dyer won't be happy finding you out of bed.

He placed his hand gently behind your back and guided you to his door. You were kind of disappointed; you don't like how Doctor Emily makes children go to bed so early. Nevertheless, you didn't complain. He didn't close his door yet, so you kept waving, saying your goodbyes and sweet dreams before your little form disappeared when you went downstairs.

He closed his door gently and went to his desk, which now held booze, paper art, and a mini clay Antonio. He stared at them for... what? Seconds? Minutes? He didn't care. Your pure soul made his usual lonely night better, and thanks to you, you gave him inspiration for his next musical piece.

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He will cherish your gifts and art; they brightened his room and made him feel less empty.

I like to think he will force Joseph to take pictures of them and him together.

He's your number 1 supporter and fan of your work. Hell, even if it's horrendous, he'll be damned if he ever THINKS it's bad. He might as well show it to everyone and threaten anyone who says otherwise.

Despite many people and nobles gathering around him for his matchless skill, he appreciates you because you do what you want with pure intentions. He doesn't need to bother thinking about your actions (unless something is very odd), and you see him as someone to trust. Which is sometimes a bad idea because, you know... the devil thing.

He did consider having a child before, but he knows he would be an awful father. Having you around, not taking up all his time or responsibility of taking care of you, yet still filling that void, made him drink less than usual.

Jack:

If you are interested in the art of music, you just so happen to have the most skilled violinist in the whole world next door, and you might even catch him happily holding a small violin for you. Now, get ready for waking up every Friday to Monday at 6 a.m. for a teaching course. Will he make you as amazing as him? No. But you'll surely come close to amazing.

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He likes to go to the manor garden, especially at night, because he likes his "own alone" time. He is known for being mysterious, sadistic, and moody, so most survivors keep you distance from him, usually the women. You always wonder why; he's not that "bad," as you think. He even carries your teammates in bride style, and likes to joke around in serious, stressful matches at the end of the day. And very polite gentleman.

So curious about him, you asked the hunters you trust when he usually comes to the garden, and then you decided to do your activities in it, hoping to see him today.

You painted, grafted, shaped, played music, listened to music, and even helped Emma water the whole garden. You spent almost 3 hours just hoping he would show up before your match schedule start. And just when you were about to give up-

"Helloooo there, little child. I must say you know where and when to pick the most perfect time for a suitable experience."

You turned around to see the very man you waited for, Jack the Ripper, outside the matches and in the open? You must be lucky. A smile rose on your face as you greeted him.

"It's great to see you too. I hope you don't mind me bothering you with my presence."

You watched him as he went further into the garden, chatting with Emma for a few moments. You wanted to speak to him, but you didn't exactly know how. So all you did was paint one specific flower that you liked and show him. Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward.

In a good 10 minutes, you finished, and while you admired your art piece and prepared to show it to him, he was already bent down beside you to judge.

"Hmmm..... very impressive, I do notice improvements in your details. But I fear there is something off about it."

You looked between him and the painting, figuring out what was missing. After a long silence, he finally stated.

"You don't have any idea how to light and shadow a flower, do you?"

You shook your head, saying you did what felt right.

"I do like to believe this statement as well, but sometimes there are better ways, especially when you can improve it much better. Here, give me your brush."

You hand him your brush as he takes your place, watching him work his magic on your art piece and fixing any mistakes. He makes sure to tell you where you messed up.

You were surprised, to say the least. You ask him if he's an artist, but he shatters your little heart when he says he stopped being one a long time ago. For you, you did feel frustrated, angry, and sad, however. You didn't give up on your journey, even on days you wanted to pull your hair out.

A thought crosses your mind. A white lie. You tell him you don't know how to paint certain things and would like him to teach you. He remains silent after your explanation, which creeps you out.

He knows you're lying, but it's not harmful, and he understands why. However, teaching you to paint? Out of all the requests, he prefers bring you the supplies you need.

"Hm... I asked too much. Would you mind if I left for a few minutes?"

You only nod, and he takes off. You felt guilty. Maybe you shouldn't have asked him; maybe you missed your chance.

20 minutes passed, and he still didn't show up. Yep. Might as well cry a bit tonight.

You gathered up your things, only your paints and canvas left. Once you collected them, you heard a familiar violin playing inside the manor. You decided to stay a bit to listen to it before you leave. You wondered if it was a stupid decision. You could just ask the hunters and survivors if you really wanted to know more about him.

"Fascinating, is it? Antonio's violin charms everyone to enjoy the moment, as if they are just puppets he controls."

Jack almost gave you a heart attack, but you forgot about it very quickly when you noticed him holding different types of objects—a bunch of paints and canvases.

"I did say I would leave you for a few minutes. You should learn be more patient. Anyway, sorry for taking your time. That da Vinci boy wasn't pleased to see me."

He placed the canvases and objects in the proper way before asking you to take your place.

"You are a very talented child. Your previous request was too silly to believe, so I brought things rather difficult to test you out and sharpen your skills."

And he wasn't joking when he said it would be difficult. At least he was more patient and easygoing than (da Vinci young boy).

One hour before the matches started, he decided you had had enough for today. He was focused on drawing small sculpture. So you took a chance to draw something.

Just when he finished his painting, you quickly told him you had to get ready for your matches, then left so fast, leaving one standing canvas behind. Before he could call you out about it, you were already far gone. So he let out a sigh and mumbled something about children these days.

He gathered all the stuff and went to your canvas as well, only to see a full drawing of a person.

It was him, focused on his own painting, with many red and blue roses around him. You almost made him seem like an innocent art teacher who loves nature. And well... one or two of those is true.

He couldn't help but admire it. How you pictured him in your head, how clueless you are about him, almost making him pity you.

If it weren't for Emma coming back because she's forgot something and noticed him, he would be quite late for his match. Not that he would have a problem with it; he would rather watch the painting dry so he can take it to his room later.

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Nobody truly knows him, especially with how his personality switches so fast, but when he's in a "normal" state, he does feel guilty about... everything. He would rather meet you outside this game, an artist teaching young people how to draw. Yeah, that would be much better than being "Jack the Ripper."

I'm sorry, but he can't really promise to help you with drawing; he doesn't enjoy it anymore. But he can give you tips and bring you what you're missing.

He tried to learn other forms of art but changed his mind too quickly when he failed miserably. No, he would rather sleep underground to have someone guide him.

High chance he would take your artwork and study it, did you improve? How much? Was it easy or hard? How did you feel when you finished it? He can tell more about it. And he usually comes up and tells what he thinks about it and what to improve (if you want, of course). He hopes that one day, you will beat your fellow artist survivors.

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Hi hello I want to bury myself :3 I seriously need to buy a novel book or smth because I feel stupid using simple words lmao 💀 #help

Anyway Have a nice day :D

#answered #request #idv x reader #idv x you #idv jack #idv antonio #i need to get my shit together #im kinda tired #identity v x you

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atwooozi · 2 months ago

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gojo x oc

Chapter 18: Promise?

summary: Ai wakes up at Gojo's place after a long night, surprised to find herself still there. As she groggily stumbles through her morning routine, Gojo’s carefree and teasing nature contrasts with her exhausted state. Gojo, freshly out of the shower and looking effortlessly composed, offers to make coffee, revealing small nuances about their growing connection as they banter.

genre: modern AU, slice of life, comedy, eventual romance, eventual smut, some angst

A/N: Gosh, once again I'm sorry for the inconsistency. My poor kitty got sick and then I did right after so I took a week off from editing to recoup. Hopefully, nothing else gets in the way as I continue posting from here on out.

Anyway, the song for this week is Sugar Magic by tonun . I feel that this song suits this story so well. It's so light and fresh while at the same time being a little bit bitter.

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Ai groaned as she woke up. Her body–especially her neck–was aching all over, thanks to the awkward position that she fell asleep in. She opened her eyes, expecting to see her room. To her surprise, she was met with anything but that.

Ai was still at Gojo’s place. She had fallen asleep after they finished watching that awful movie. She was curled up on his comfy couch, covered in an amazingly soft blanket, and Gojo was nowhere in sight.

She carefully got up and stretched, her joints letting out popping sounds as she moved. While some of the soreness was gone, she still had a dull ache on the side of her neck.

What time is it?

Ai yawned as she padded her way over to where she left her bag beside the dining room table that still had the box of pictures sitting on top of it.

When she dug through her things she found her phone. The time read four-thirty in the morning, and the battery was almost dead. She groaned and ran a hand through her hair. She was still on Gojo’s stupid schedule from when they were doing reshoots two weeks ago. Around this time if she were still in Kyoto she would be dragging herself to the car with Geto and Junpei in tow as Gojo finished getting his makeup done. Even though the experience was fun there was a part of Ai that was thankful that this assignment was close to being over.

“Ai-chan’s awake!” Gojo smiled as he made his way over to her. “You look scary when you wake up.”

From the looks of it, Gojo had just gotten out of the shower. His usually fluffy hair was damp and his flawless skin had a nice sheen to it. Not to mention the soft-looking towel that was draped around his neck to catch the remaining droplets of water from falling onto his very simple, but somehow sultry outfit. Ai had never realized how a black compression shirt and gray sweatpants could look so nice before–or maybe she was just tired.

She was probably just tired.

“Earth to Ai-chan~” Gojo sang as he flicked her forehead playfully.

Ai frowned at Gojo and swatted his hand away. She wanted to say something back, but her brain was still adjusting to being awake after only a few hours of sleep. If there was one thing she disliked about Gojo it was the fact that he was such a morning person.

“How do you have so much energy?” Ai mumbled as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Gojo smiled as he pulled Ai up gently by the wrist. “I’d like to think it’s because I’m so pretty that I don’t need that much beauty sleep.”

Ai couldn’t help but roll her eyes, causing Gojo to laugh. “I would say something but I can’t think properly right now,” she muttered as she lightly slapped her cheeks, trying to wake herself up. Unfortunately, it didn’t help much.

Gojo ruffled Ai’s hair. “C’mon, I’ll make you some coffee,” he said as he led the way to his obscenely beautiful kitchen.

It was clean with sharp lines and almost monochromatic, except for the colorful magnets and pictures of Megumi and Tsumiki that covered the fridge door. The kitchen resembled something from a fancy restaurant, rather than the typical Japanese home. The decor somehow fit Gojo. The man was anything but typical, so why would his home be?

Ai took a seat at the counter and rested her head on the cool marble surface. It made her shiver, but it felt somewhat refreshing, waking her up some.

“How do you take your coffee, Ai-chan?” Gojo asked as he put fresh coffee beans in the grinder.

Ai sat up, now excited for the fresh coffee he was making her. The smell of freshly ground beans filled the air–it was heavenly. She was used to the cheap instant coffee that she would unceremoniously make herself, just to get her caffeine fix, but despite the ungodly hour, she felt like she was in the lap of luxury. The more she thought about it the harder it was to remember that last time she was able to just sit and relax with a cup of coffee.

“I like a spoonful of sugar and lots of cream.”

Although Gojo had his back to her, she could feel his light and cheerful energy. She found herself fascinated with the way he easily moved around his kitchen to get mugs and turn on the tea kettle.

“Gojo–”

“Satoru,” he corrected as he pulled a pour-over coffee maker from a high cabinet.

Ai blinked as she watched him, any objections she had were now gone. She was worried that the meal he made her the other day was a fluke, but she was starting to quickly learn that Gojo was more competent than she thought.

“Do you like coffee, Go–I mean, Satoru?” Ai asked as she curiously watched him.

Not many people had pour-over coffee makers if they didn’t particularly care for coffee. It felt like a silly question, but Gojo didn’t seem like the type to enjoy more bitter flavors given his obvious sweet tooth.

Gojo looked over his shoulder at Ai and shrugged, a gentle smile on his face. “It’s more Suguru and Gumi-chan’s thing,” he explained as he poured the boiling water over the freshly milled coffee grounds. “I started drinking it because Suguru did.”

Ai chuckled and smiled to herself. “Were you trying to impress him?” she joked.

“Yeah,” Gojo answered honestly. “I thought he was so cool so I forced myself to drink coffee when we’d hang out. It’s not my favorite thing, but I don’t hate it.”

“Does Geto know that?”

“No,” Gojo said, turning to her with a wink. “So let’s keep that between us, ‘kay?”

Ai nodded. “‘Kay.” “Here,” Gojo said, placing a mug of coffee in front of Ai. “You can add the cream yourself.”

Ai nodded as she took the mug into her hands. When she looked down at the cup it smelled delicious, almost chocolatey. She poured the cream that Gojo had placed on the counter into the cup until the liquid turned a lighter brown color. She blew on gently as she brought the cup to her lips and sipped it.

“Well?”

Ai almost whimpered. “It's so good…”

Gojo wore a smug smile as he watched Ai. “I'm glad you like it,” he said as he brought his cup to his lips. He took a sip and sighed. “Suguru makes fun of me for all the sugar I use…” he said thoughtfully. A silence washed over them both as they sipped on their drinks. It felt almost too domestic to Ai. While she loved how natural it felt, it felt equally unsettling. She couldn’t let herself get used to this. They only had a finite amount of time together left. She needed to remember that.

“I need to go home,” Ai stated as she sat the mug on the counter.

“Why?” Gojo pouted. “Today is our big interview day anyway. Just stay.”

Ai shook her head as she stood up. “I can't do that. You think Geto won't notice if I wear the same clothes twice?”

Gojo hummed in throught before answering. “You’re right, stupid Sugu notices everything .”

There was a brief silence before Gojo decided to open his mouth again.

“Can't you just borrow something of Tsumiki’s?”

Ai narrowed her eyes at Gojo. “No, you clown.”

Gojo groaned as he circled around the counter. He immediately went slack and he leaned against Ai, causing her to almost topple over from his weight. He wrapped his arms around her much like a child would do when they didn't want their parents to leave for work. “But I don't want you to leave…” he muttered as he buried his face in Ai's still messy hair.

“Gojo–”

“ –Call me Satoru,” he pouted as he nuzzled his face deeper into Ai’s hair. “Pleeeeease…pretty please.”

“Satoru, I'll be back later.” Ai sighed as she hesitantly rubbed his back.

She was still unsure how to interact with him. Gojo was so touchy and affectionate, it was almost overwhelming. He was the most touch starved person that she had ever met.

“Can I come with?” Gojo looked at Ai with pleading eyes. “I'll behave. I promise.”

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“Ai-chan,” Gojo called from her living room. She could tell just from the tone of voice that he was bored.

Ai groaned inwardly as she hit her head against her bedroom wall with a gentle thud. She was afraid to answer him, but she couldn’t leave him alone either. The fact that he went quiet was almost more unnerving than his constantly calling for her as he looked around her small apartment.

“...What?” She called out reluctantly.

She squeezed the moisture out of her hair with a towel while waiting for him to respond. When he didn’t respond her heart sank.

Did he die?

Hesitantly, Ai peeked out of her room to look into her small living room. Satoru was standing in front of her bookshelf holding a picture frame while smiling to himself. She let out a sigh of relief and quickly ducked back into her room and went back to fixing her hair. Hopefully, the bookshelf would keep him occupied for a while so she could finish getting ready.

Ai swore that she got ready in record time. Blow drying her hair would take too long, so she had to settle for her natural waves and light makeup. She wore a soft, light-blue turtleneck and simple, loose-fitting pants. Since they were going to be at Gojo’s place to conduct the interview, she figured she could dress a bit more casually.

Gojo glanced over at Ai with a gentle smile on his face. He had been skimming through one of the books on her overcrowded shelf. “Do you write in all your books?”

Ai furrowed her brows and walked over to stand next to Gojo as she inspected the careworn novels she had collected over the years.

“Not all of them…” She said as she picked a book off the shelf, skimming through the contents. The pages didn’t have any of her little scribbles in the margins or colored reading tabs. “The ones I haven’t read yet, for example.” She grinned as she looked up at him.

Gojo chuckled and put the book he was holding back. He nodded towards the frame he was holding earlier. “Is that you and your mom?”

Ai nodded as she reached for the picture. She ran her thumb over the glass as she looked down at it–it was a picture from her high school graduation. In the photograph, Ai wore a red hakama that had been in the family for a few generations, as her mom stood proudly next to her in front of the school gates.

“You looked pretty,” Satoru said as he looked over Ai’s shoulder.

She felt her face flush and her heart flutter at Satoru’s compliment. Ai never thought that she was bad-looking, but to get a compliment from someone that other people saw as beautiful felt exceptionally nice.

“Your head looked bigger then, but I think you grew into it,” Gojo chuckled.

Ai jabbed her elbow into Gojo’s stomach, causing him to groan. She put the picture down back on the shelf carefully. “Do you just say whatever comes to your mind?”

Gojo rubbed where Ai had jabbed her elbow and pursed his lips. “Only with certain people.”

Ai sighed as she went to grab her keys and slip on her shoes. “Let’s go. I don’t want Geto or Junpei-kun to get there before us.”

Gojo obediently followed Ai after he slipped on his shoes. She was surprised he didn’t fight her on leaving. She thought she’d have to drag him out of the apartment.

“Do you really think they’ll get there before us?” Gojo asked as Ai locked the door behind them.

Ai looked him point blank in the eyes. “Your friend is a demon and I think he lives to torment me.”

Gojo shrugged, still appearing as carefree as ever. “Suguru? He’s an angel.”

Ai couldn’t help but chuckle at Gojo’s response. “Are we talking about the same guy?”

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Somewhere near the Omote-Sando station Geto Suguru was waiting for Yoshino Junpei to meet him. Just as the younger man walked up to him Geto couldn’t help but sneeze.

“Are you getting sick, Geto-san?” Junpei asked curiously as he adjusted his face mask.

Geto rubbed his nose and sniffled. “If you gave me your cold I’m making you pay my doctor’s bill.”

“B-but I just got here…” Junpei stuttered.

Ghetto narrowed his eyes and looked around the station suspiciously. “Someone must be talking about me…”

Junpei scratched the side of his head as he stood next to his odd, yet handsome companion. “I’m sure it’s all nice things, Geto-san.”

Geto smiled, causing his eyes to morph into crescents but instead of it being disarming it was rather unnerving. “It had better be…”

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As Ai and Gojo walked into the train station, Gojo kept glancing Ai’s way. Even with his glasses obscuring his eyes she could feel his stare on her. It made her heart tremble.

“What?” she asked, exasperated. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“You wear a lot of blue.” Gojo pointed out as he put his hands in his pockets.

Ai glanced down at her outfit. Gojo’s comment had caught her a little of-guard. “I like the color blue.”

Gojo nodded as he looked ahead, looking for the train. “Yeah, it’s nice.”

Ai furrowed her brows and glanced at Gojo. “You always wear black or white.”

“That’s because it goes with everything.” Gojo pulled his glasses down and winked at Ai. “I think you should try red though.”

Ai wanted to question Gojo further but they had to get on the train. She’d have to ask him about it another time.

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When they arrived back at Gojo’s place, the sun was hanging bright in the sky. It shined brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was truly a beautiful view of the city, but at this level she couldn’t help but feel disconnected from the people on the streets. They looked so small, like ants.

“Home sweet home,” Gojo said as he stretched and sat himself down on his large luxurious couch. He sat himself in the middle and let his lanky body stretch fully, taking up as much space as possible. He let his head fall back, hanging over the top of the couch to stare at Ai with a smile.

Ai set her bag down at Gojo’s dining room table and took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous now. She and Gojo had been alone many times now, but this time felt different. No one could interrupt them. He had purposely cleared his schedule for today’s interview. She pulled out her notebook as well as her laptop. If she forced herself to work then maybe that would ease her nerves a bit.

“Ai-chan,” Gojo whined and got up from the couch. “Stop working and pay attention to me. You can work when Suguru and Junpei-kun get here.”

Ai glanced up from her laptop, trying to keep her composure. “I’m just trying to be prepared.”

Gojo rolled his eyes dramatically and flopped back onto the couch, making a big show of being ignored. “You’re so serious, Ai-chan. You need to have some fun.”

Ai couldn’t help but smile at Gojo’s dramatic display. He seemed to always know how to lighten the mood when she was feeling stressed. “I’ll have fun after the interview. I promise.”

Gojo shot up and wore a goofy grin as he looked Ai’s way. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

Gojo started to hum to himself happily, fiddling with his phone. He was probably playing his Digimon game. Ai turned her attention back to her laptop, trying to focus on what she was writing.

A few minutes later, Geto and Junpei walked through the door. Ai looked over with a frown. “You have a key?”

Geto wore a mischievous smile, his eyes turning into those all too familiar smug slits as he spun the key around his finger. “Jealous?”

Ai rolled her eyes at him and tilted her head to look at Junpei. “Junpei-kun, get away from the evil man.”

And just like that, for no reason whatsoever, Geto sneezed.

Junpei stepped away from Geto and quickly bowed to Gojo before he made his way over to Ai. Geto stuck his tongue out childishly at Ai as he walked into the common area.

“Took you guys long enough,” Gojo said as he lazily got up from the couch.

“Our train was delayed,” Geto sighed as he started to get his camera set up.

Junpei was still a bit under the weather from what Ai could tell. He had always been pale and his under-eyes a little darker than most, but he looked different enough for Ai to notice despite him wearing a mask.

Ai frowned as she stood up and instead of greeting her kouhai, she pressed the back of her hand to Junpei’s forehead. “No fever…but you still don’t look well, Junpei-kun,” she sighed as she looked at him. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Junpei gave a firm nod. “I’m fine, senpai. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”

“Ai-chan!” Gojo whined, “I think I have a fever too.” He whined wanting to be the center of attention.

“Let me see, Satoru,” Geto said as he held his hand out to check Gojo’s forehead.

Ai chuckled as she watched Gojo gently swat Geto’s hand away with a frown. “But you were fine earlier.”

“Earlier?”

Shit…

“When did you get here, Senpai?” Junpei asked, concern evident in his voice. “Were you waiting long?”

As Ai panicked to come up with something to say she could feel Geto’s piercing gaze and it sent a chill down her spine. “I don’t think she left,” he said simply.

“Wha–”

Before Junpei could even get the word out Ai waved her hands as if trying to put out the imaginary fire that she had started. “A-anyway…Junpei-kun, let’s get you set up to take notes, okay?”

Geto finished setting up the camera and looked over to Ai and Junpei. “If you need a break, Junpei, just let us know.”

If Ai was alone, she would probably cry. Even though Geto was a demon, at least he was nice to her kouhai. It truly warmed her heart.

Junpei shook his head. “I’ll be okay.”

Ai wanted to object but decided to trust Junpei’s judgment. “Alright, if you’re sure.” She handed over her notebook and pen. “Take notes for me today. Leave the camera stuff to Geto, okay?”

She couldn’t help it. Ai didn’t want to baby Junpei, but she wasn’t going to let him do anything too physical, like helping Geto with the lighting. Hopefully, note-taking wouldn’t be too much for him.

Ai took a deep breath and turned to Gojo who had sat himself on the armrest of the couch, seemingly pouting as he played with his phone. “Are you ready, Gojo?”

Gojo looked up and flashed Ai a smile. “Let’s do this.”

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