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Warm up from yesterday
Wanted to see if I remembered how to draw this dude
#if youâre still here from those days holy shit#Ty for still sticking around#cannedmuffins#my art#mine#sketch#marshall lee#adventure time
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inhaler chapter 4 is up now!!
Chapter 4. anticipation has a habit Fandom:Â The Last Shadow Puppets, Arctic Monkeys Rating: Mature Relationships: Miles Kane/Alex Turner Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, pre-TAOTU, miles has insomnia, Slow Burn, Lots of denial, Light Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Mutual Pining, Drunkenness
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âMate, could those jeans get any tighter?â A lad in the crowd hollers at Miles's skin-tight white denims.
âCourse youâd like to know, wouldnât ya?â Miles jests, followed by the chorus of girly giggles and rough whistles. The frisson of the party starts to settle into his bones.
âAh donât worry âbout that, âm sure theyâll be off before the end of tânight,â Matt assures them with a grin. âAinât that right Alex?â Alex forces an elbow into Mattâs ribs, but he might as well just be adding a bathtub worth of fuel to the fire. "Aye don't think your bloody oglings going unnoticed, 'nd I've only been here five seconds!"
#GUYS WTF I CANT BELIEVE IM FINALLY POSTING THIS ITS BEEN MISSIONS#ty to everyone for sticking around seriously im eternally grateful for ye lot#ANYWAY WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE GO READ IT (please and ty <3)#milex#milex fic#milex fanfiction#inhaler#miles kane#alex turner#baby milex#milex fic recs#fan fiction#tlsp#the last shadow puppets#ao3
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I've gotten a good amount of followers ever since I started nukani posting and it's kind of weird being perceievd this much đŤŁ
#posted a dante pic without tags and it still gets reblogged...woag#ty everyone who leaves tags on my posts they're very amusing#erm and sorry to any detco followers still sticking around. I'll probably be back to detco posting when m27 gets eng subs
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Kenji, dear beloved Kenji. Happy very belated bdayy :((( I canât believe I missed it, but I just wanted to drop by and say that Iâm happy to know such a beautiful soul and another amazing writing mutual such as yourself. I appreciate you for also sticking around since our wattpad days, since that was the first time I interacted with you.
I know youâre probably gonna face many trials and tribulations irl, and many more research torments (trust me, as someone who went though that, it gets really dicey and difficult) but ik youâll do just fine, I treasure you lots even if we donât talk a bunch due to being busy.
This is getting too long TT excuse my cheesiness, I just wanted to show a bit of Kenji appreciation because I really donât think Iâve expressed a lot of it, I hope you enjoyed your bday!! <333
lots of love and support, Kou đ
you see me tearing up like this and its all ur fault kou
#๨ৠ: shares#đ . . kou dearest#you know i still hold those wtp memories close#when i gasped so hard when i saw u follow me back#AND U EVEN TOLD ME U READ MY STUFF FOR INSPO???? BRO I WAS READING YOURS WHILE I WRITE MINE LMAOOOO#SMALL WORLD WE LIVE IN#gosh#i love your works so muchh like#The power it holds me.#if i could jst have like a physical copy of ur works i could reread it as many times as i want and iâll never get bored at all#Literally your haikyuu oneshots book#AND YOUR ODE TO THE MURDERED#wait i havent catched up to it i better go log in on wtp again and reread it#WAAA THANK U KOU !! Ty for sticking around too yk :((( despite being busy#u still took the time to drop by#And i appreciate it <333
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UT absolutely would Wear These.
#(( it's been a hell of a week. mom's back in the hospital. stuff just keeps on happening. ))#(( activity is still low for the moment. ty for sticking around ))#ă Â blog / ooc. Â ă Â Â â out of creation. â#tbd.
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Okay I hadn't rewatched The Eye Scene in quite a while but
The absolute Symbolic Powerhouse that is this shot:
2. Jo mockingly switching to a Kansai accent for a sec? I never noticed it before but GOOD GOD. Also very cool for Tsutsumi since he's a Kansai native but never gets the opportunity to speak it, even outside of his roles.
3. This isn't even anything I just have Mine's dialogue embedded into my DNA sequence at this point, but. The similarity in how he and Jo structure the start and end of these sentences.
1.) dawg its the way he carefully cradles his hand after puncturing a bro's eye in it's fuckin with me truly and thoroughly
2.) IT IS REAL GOOD AINT IT THE BIT'S SOOOO... i actually didnt know tsutsumi was from kansai but that explains why it sounds so good the few times i've heard it
3.) it COULD be Not Anything but it also COULD be SOMETHING... like another addition to my Mine/Sawashiro cork board....
#snap chats#i just got sent a four-page comic comm info sheet so forgive me. if i seem Deceased. even more goldfish brain than usual#thats going to be a thing i have to read tomorrow morning my eyes feel so laggard rn...#in any case tho.... Eye Scene is still good.. its good Genuinely and for reasons im too inept to expand upon#and also it still makes me laugh cause fuckin anything does at this point đ casually pat a dude after mutilating someone stop thats comedy#lord nooo i cant keep my eyes open.. i wanted to do things tonight but then it was too cold so i couldnt draw#but now my eyes are too heavy to write anything thats laaame#and NOW my head hurts. i am simply bitching in these tags what else is new đ#ok real my head hurts i gotta wrap it up. ty for giving me a reason to rewatch this scene like five times I Also havent seen it for a bit#every time i replay y7 i let like Max five scenes play out in full and of COURSE this is one of them#but i Also 2x haven't had the chance to replay y7 For A Bit 2x.. would def love to soon..#ok bye fr. im not beating the stereotype of saying 'good bye' and then sticking around for five hours at this rate jesus CHRIST
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AHHHH thank you sm!! ;w;
#and to everyone who liked the post ty too!!!#tbh i'm still surprised there's so many of you here now :0#thanks for sticking around <3#bam blabs
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i was supposed to have my celebration going by the end of the month.......
#it is. the end of the month#gonna start it after i finish gina in every ep & then i need to go back and do hsmts week so that as well#hit 1k the day the season released but gonna be doing my celebration months later đ#wait never said ty so THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HEEEEEEERE#1k's actually kind of insane for a little hsmts blog like...#TY LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLLL HOPE YOU STICK AROUND FOR A BIT BC I'LL STILL BE HERE FOR A WHIIIIIILE <3#we shall celebrate.... soon!#txt
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I'd apologize for not being super active but tbh the break has been.... good
#TBD.#mental health is still shaky but we're getting through it#and idk i might just go full indefinite hiatus until i feel like being back here to write more consistently#but idk if that'll ever come bc i just haven't felt wholly comfortable in the ressie rpc for a while now#and that's its own thing that i will not get into#so please don't ask lmfao#i just don't really.... feel like being on jill when i constantly feel like i'm walking on eggshells#which is a shame bc i love writing her#but i don't feel like this is the space for me to explore her as a character anymore if that makes sense#anyway if you've read this far i hope you have a good week <3#ty for sticking around
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Okay so I did admittedly just recently follow you but you just showed up on my dash right underneath a post about autistic masking and I had the most hilarious split second of 'wait what' before I remembered what kind of masking this blog talks about
BUT just for fun:
I still mask because no matter how capable I am, being visibly autistic in public not only puts me in danger, but also severely curtails my ability to exist as a professional in a neurotypical-hegemonic culture
And a for real one:
I still mask because my right to decide to get sick and die from COVID-19 does not, cannot, and will not ever supercede the right of others to live. By masking, I am defending the human right to life.
I help, in the little way that I can, to protect those who legitimately can't mask, including those with profound intellectual/developmental disabilities: like people who can't understand what's on their face or why, and panic because of the sensation. They depend on us to help, and I mask for them and their human right to life.
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#yknow funny enough when i was making this blog i was wondering if anyone would confuse ''masking'' for autism masking lol#ty for choosing to stick around anyways đ#thank you for sharing đˇđ#covid#i still mask because#covid isn't over#covid is airborne#covid pandemic#covid awareness#ask queue
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peeks in hi
#just popping in to say imy all <33 and that the svt thoughts asks ive been getting lately are really making me miss writing#and being more active here </3 iâve never once forgotten ab the remaining reqs from my 2k event and i have every ask saved đ¤§#lifeâs just been kind of ⌠since when i started the event and iâm only probably going to be busier when my semester starts#bc i have my first teaching placement starting oct but! i really do hope i can put out more stuff and be more active here đ¤§#idk why exactly itâs taking me so long but ig itâs a mix of lack of motivation/insecurity/general unhappiness#but just know i still read every single kind comment you leave on my work <33 and sincerely tysm <3333#and ty if youâve still been sticking around and checking in on me <33 i really do appreciate it and better things will come for this blog đ#in the meantime feel free to send more svt thoughts bc i genuinely love getting them and theyâre really nice motivation for me! đ˝#sol speaks
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this is a great point to consider consider ^ they definitely look like peregrine falcons! to add on: it looks like peregrine falcons' whole hunting strategy is to just slam into things at full speed and stun them. which is nuts! you see their huge talons and you think that's their main weapon.
one of the falcons here got fed up and tried to grapple one of the pigeons a couple days ago, but it doesn't look like she was able to really do much close-range - she only managed to take out some feathers. the pigeons came back the very next day unphased and last i checked are still trying
good news guys. i found a falcon nest cam where two wood pigeons come by several times a day trying to build a new nest on top of the falcon nest. the falcon nest with falcon eggs currently inside of it and two parent falcons guarding it
#a lot of people were worried the pigeon that got grappled was hurt but it's still around. for some reason#i was wondering why both pigeons have been able to stick around for months at this point but this explains a lot. ty!
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death for a thousand years to this pvc suit for not fitting properly because I could've had such a cool outfit for pride tomorrow
#i thought i would try just typing the top half around my waist but the legs are still too long#and baggy so they stick together at the thighs and its awful#*tying#i wanted to be the kink at pride they warned you about đ
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A fun prospect for Superhero-themed SV AU's that I don't often see is genre dissonance. Like, Luo Binghe as this edgy 90's style antihero who just straight up kills his enemies and sleeps around and is driven by selfish motives (revenge, ambition, etc) rather than altruistic morality, vs Shen Qingqiu as this kid-friendly supervillain who is "evil" mostly in terms of aesthetics and his ability to make inconvenient problems that are reasonably safe for child heroes to solve. Something like Punisher vs Team Rocket in terms of vibes.
Maybe the reason they meet is because some big publishing house akin to Marvel or DC just bought up the rights to whole bunch of older, discontinued comics titles, and decided to do a Justice League/Avengers style mash-up with a bunch of nostalgia properties and their most recognizable heroes and villains. Which means lots of crossovers condensing several titles into a handful of series.
Luo Binghe's origin always features him as a teenager, so he reboots as the youngest Avenger-equivalent team member in the new continuity. Even in this reboot, however, the writers still mostly go the gritty and dark route with his plots and stick to the same key developments -- his abandonment as an infant, his adoptive mother's tragic death, his tough life on the streets, abusive mentors and backstabbing "allies", and so on.
But Luo Binghe's life suddenly starts experiencing periods of dramatic change in his life when he's brought in for appearances in the lighter, friendlier world of the Junior Heroes continuity. After all, he's a natural choice for tying the two continuities together thanks to his youthfulness. Luo Binghe isn't consciously aware of the fact that he's moving between different titles and different writers. All he knows is that sometimes, when he hangs out with the bright and talented Ning Yingying, he's drawn into "conflicts" with Shen Qingqiu -- the kind of "villain" who will call for tea breaks, never actually hits anyone when he shoots his ray gun, leaves clues for all of his crimes, and can't seem to stop from imparting genuinely helpful advice in between his witty quips and taunts.
When Luo Binghe fights Shen Qingqiu, somehow he never actually gets hurt. Neither do any of his friends. The world in general seems brighter and lighter, as if there is some secret barrier protecting everyone from all the evils Binghe knows only too well exist in the rest of his life. Luo Binghe is increasingly convinced that Shen Qingqiu is the source of this mystical safety net. After all, for an allegedly powerful genius who is able to fool half the world about his wicked aims, he's never won a single fight against a kindhearted but somewhat ditzy teenager and her ragtag bunch of friends!
So what's he spending his actual energy on?
Luo Binghe is pretty sure it's keeping the real evils at bay. Making himself the biggest bad in town, and in doing that, making it so that the "biggest bad" is nothing worse than a slightly judgmental teacher in a pretty costume.
It's not long before Luo Binghe doesn't want to go back to the Justice League equivalent, to his world of misery and strife, even after his visits with Ning Yingying are supposed to be over. Especially as the global stakes of various heroic activities start getting higher, and it becomes clear that the boundary between Shen Qingqiu's safe world and the grimdark reality of Binghe's usual life are getting thinner...
#svsss#bingqiu#scum villain's self saving system#scum villain#comic writer: we'll have a scene of the huan hua prison where shen qingqiu's locked up just for a quick cameo#luo binghe the actual character who has seen people brutally dismembered in that exact prison: I am exiting the plot to rescue shizun#luo binghe: don't try and find me#comic writer: ...wtf?
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â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§ pretty tough, pretty dad
pairings. sylus/qin che, fem!reader tags. 700+ wc, girl dad!sylus, mom!mc, domestic fluff, sylus braiding hair, suggestive ending, loosely inspired by sylus's grassland romance banner, dividers from anitalenia.
âdaddy, youâre so pretty!â
the sound of soft giggles erupted through the room as sylus sat cross-legged on the floor, his daughter perched on his lap, and her small hands holding up a brush and a few brightly colored hair clips.Â
who wouldâve thought that the boss of onychinus could transform into an entirely different man in these moments? sylus knew he couldnât ever let luke and kieran see him at his current state, no. especially not when his white hair was a mess of star-shaped clips, and his face was full of tiny, sparkly stickers his little girl had ecstatically placed on him.
still, like the awesome daddy he was, he chuckled at his baby girlâs antics and carefully braided her hair, the movements precise yet gentle, despite the⌠well, occasional fumble. look, he wasnât a professional by any means and the only practice heâd ever had was with you.
âpretty? i thought iâm supposed to be tough."
ânooo, daddy!â protested his four-year old. âyouâre pretty and tough!â
he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before continuing to weave her hair into neat braids, like how he used to do with her mom. âwell, if you say so, princess.â
and speaking of you, you were leaning against the doorframe at the time, watching the scene with an upward tug at your lips. it was moments like these that made you see another side to himâthe side of sylus qin that no one else had ever seen. the man who was ruthless and intimidating to the world was, in the bright crimson eyes of his daughter, nothing but warmth and love.
âhowâs it look?â sylus asked, tying off your daughterâs braid with a small ribbon.
âperfect!â the little girl exclaimed, clapping her hands before grabbing another hair clip, and this time placing it into her fatherâs hair. ânow, you!â
âis it my turn, darling?â sylus raised an eyebrow but let her clip it in, allowing the glittery accessory to stand out comically against his pale locks. âyouâre not going to make me wear these outside, are you?â
your daughter widened her grin in response, showing him exactly where she had gotten her mischief. âyes, daddy. duh!â
and so, he chuckled again, giving her a soft tickle that sent her into another fit of giggles. âall right, all right, princess. more stickers, too?â
âyes!â she grabbed the sheet of stickers, eagerly peeling them off and sticking them on his cheeks. sylus didnât flinch, didnât complain. he just let her do as she pleased, indulging in her every whim with a patience that surprised even you.
after a while, you came back to a room that grew quieter, and the giggles had long faded as your daughter yawned. sylus quickly shifted her in his lap, cradling her against his chest, and began to hum a lullaby
âmmmhm~ hmm~â truth be told, your husbandâs singing was off-key, but youâd give him props for his sincerity and effort. and you couldnât deny how your heart melted as you watched him sway slightly while he continued to sing even though his singing voice wasnât the best.Â
âgood night, daddyâŚâ Â
ânight night, princess.â
once she was fast asleep and carefully tucked in her small bed, sylus was quick to look for you in your room with a longing smile plastered on his lips. âhoney?â
you met his gaze through the mirror as you dried your hair with a towel. âyeah?â
âyou know,â he whispered as he walked towards you, the playful glint in his red eyes were impossible to miss, âmy baby girl could use a little sibling. or two.â
âoh, does she?â you playfully rolled your eyes, feeling the heat on your cheeks as your husband snuggled his face into the crook of your neck. âand whoâs going to wake up for the midnight feedings this time?â
sylusâs arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his toned chest. âi will,â his breath was warm when he murmured against your ear, âyou gotta admit iâm pretty good at this whole dad thing.â
you returned him a smile, turning around and leaning into his embrace as you glanced at the rise and fall of his chest. to think of it, since when did his arms become⌠meatier? âmore babies, huh?â
âmm-hmm,â he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck, and chasing your lips the next. âimagine a house full of themârunning around, giggling, driving you crazy⌠and me, of course.â
âweâll see,â you whispered, unable to hide the smile that crept onto your face as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. a gentle, innocent kiss that later became rough and wanton as his tongue explored your mouth with an eagerness that couldnât be stopped.Â
âoh, we will, honey,â he only replied as he pulled away, letting you pant in heavy breaths as he had you pinned against the wall, and about to plant the seed for the future he so clearly wanted. âand iâll make sure youâll see a positive test in two weeks.â
#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x mc#sylus fluff#sylus fanfic#dad sylus#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#lads x reader#l&ds x reader#love and deepspace x reader#lds x reader
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đđŽđđđđ§đĽđ˛, đ đđđ đ đđđĽđđ§đđ˘đ§đ | satoru gojĹ
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something youâd never thought would happen â especially on Valentineâs Day! But itâs just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing moreâŚYeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining + confessions - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - going on a date - sex in a public space; hotel room - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (sucking and swiping) - missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up + Gojo doesn't shoot inside) - pet names (baby, cutie pretty, princess, sweetie) - angst + fluff - cameos: Shoko, Mei Mei, Utahime, Geto, Nanami - mentions of tears and spit - humor bc I'm [not] funny.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 10.3k (going out with a bang, jfc)
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ: final part to this short yet fun story !! tysm for the love you've given this series, it was a random idea that came to me last year and I'm so glad I was able to put more thought into it. all y'all's comments and rbs have been entertaining to read thru, love the support and engagement this story sparked with you, and I thank you sm for sticking around ccc: also!!! ty for 5.9k loveliessss mwah mwah~
and lol, yes, the title is based on the laufey song, hehe~
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âSorry, Satoru, Y/n doesnât wanna see you right now â like, at all.â
âOh, Gojo. Sorry, Y/nâs in no mood to talk to you right now. Said you better not make so much as a step past this door. Because if you do, Iâll have to charge your savings.â
âHmph, you got some nerve, Gojo! Didnât you hear from Mei Mei earlier? Y/n doesn't wanna talk to youâŚWhat the hell did you do this time?â
You could hear your roommates telling off the person showing up at the front door from your door. Before, theyâd come to you and ask if you wish to give this person an audience for your presence. Yet you say the same thing: youâre not ready to converse with them. Youâll probably never want to talk with them again.Â
Itâs been like this for the past week. Ever since the little fiasco between you and Gojo â not to mention you slapping him across the face for his upsetting words â things between the two of you have been quiet as promised. The very last words you ever told him were to never speak to you again after publicly humiliating yourself by crying in front of him.
Outside of being the talk in everyoneâs mouth (I mean, who wouldnât gossip about one person slapping another after walking into them saying some mean shit about the other), youâve been worried about by your friends ever since the incident. Your direct senior roommate, Utahime, was the first one to see you crying to yourself after coming home from classes and immediately called up Gojo to rip him a new one for making her junior roomie cry. Shoko was the passive one who listened to both sides yet still put your emotional state above anything else, telling Gojo white lies that you werenât in your dorm room whenever heâd try to visit. And Mei Mei walked with you to your classes throughout the week in case the tall figure tried looking for you.
But it didnât stop there. After that day, your Contemporary Issues course with Professor Naga was sheer awkwardness. The silent tension between you and Gojo was so thick that it effortlessly suffocated your peers and made it hard to concentrate â especially for the professor and your friends, Ijichi and Haibara. Outside of the class, you did your part in avoiding Gojo, and the same applies to the lectures you shared with him. No words, no greeting â not even a mere glance â were shared in his direction. It was as if your life mission was to avoid him at all costs.
However, this is Satoru Gojo weâre talking about. Although he respected your no-talking rule in the premise of lectures, heâd still try to get your attention once class was over. And even then, youâd bolt to the door to not give him the chance. Heâd follow right behind you and have to maintain a respectable distance when Mei Mei was the light lavender eyes behind your back.
But what the hell did he expect? What he said hurt you to your core, so there was no way youâd want to speak with him again. He deserved that slap! The sting you inflicted on his face for a few minutes was nothing compared to the torment of your heart thatâs been aching for a long while now. You canât even look at Gojo after what had transpired. The pain he caused has been with you for a while, yet it still felt new and fresh to reflect on.Â
And yetâŚyour mind still canât help but agonize you even more. Do you think it was easy to not engage with Gojo this entire time? Oh, it was the worst, both for your soul and mind. The memories of his smile and dimples would come up every often, pooling you deeper into your dread. The routine of him speaking to you with whispers when it was just the two of you â like he didnât want others to find you in the comfort of each otherâs presence â like it was sacred. And the way he said your name. It toyed with your heart whenever youâd reminisce it.Â
âY/n!â
Especially after how much has changed in your relationship with him, you really thought things between you and him were going for the better. Or, to be honest, becoming something a lot closer and personal. Something you grew to want with him as the daysâ encounters and nightly calls went by.Â
âY/n...â
But you were wrong, lecturing yourself for being so dumb and naive for wanting such a thing. Amid the fun, you had forgotten what you two were and believed that you could change from that. Change with him. And yet here you are, broken-hearted, barely concentrating on your Word document on your laptop.Â
âHey, Y/n,â your brow twitched with the snap of reality, Utahime opening the door after knocking. âItâs the front door again; itâsââ
âGRRRAAAHHHHHHHHH!!âÂ
You were never one to shout within your apartment â Utahimeâs eyes widened at the sudden shout of vexation. You stood up from your desk and walked past her, marching through the hallway. Mei Mei peeks from her shared room, and Shoko pours coffee in the kitchen. All three of your roommates observe you stomping to the door.
You swung the apartment door open with vigor, âI SWEAR TO CHRIST, GOJO, WHAT PART OF âDONâT EVER TALK TO MEâ DO YOU NOT UNDERSTââŚGeto?â
âOh, hey there, Y/n. I was worried about you.â You were surprised to open the door and not find the unusual silver hair you expected. Instead, it was Suguru Geto, Gojoâs dark-haired direct roommate, rubbing his cold hands together that werenât covered with his black windbreaker. Next to him was Kento Nanami, standing silently in his sand-colored trench coat.
âHey, guys,â knowing they arenât who you thought it would be, your shoulders relaxed with your tone. âWhatâs up?â
âWell,â Geto sighs heavily before telling anything. âWe wouldnât be here for a reason. And, after hearing what happened between you and you-know-who, I think you can guess why we're here, too.â
And then it hits â the realization of how these twoâs abrupt appearance came to be. ââŚHe asked you two to come and talk to me for him.âÂ
The two roommates look at each other for a second, and then Geto points behind him with his thumb to the stairwell door. You follow his finger, seeing the person youâre talking about watching you from the door window. You try not to contort your face into an ugly, exasperated expression in front of the other boys. So, you settle for a sigh to alleviate the stress growing inside you.
âUgh. What is it.â You ask Geto with an attitude that wasnât easily sheathed.
âHonestly, all I know is that he really â like, really â wants to talk to you.â
âWell, I donât want to talk to him. So there,â you shake your head and backtrack past the threshold of your door. âSorry you two came here for no reason, but I canâtââ
ââWait!â Geto cuts you off and brings a hand on the door to stop you from closing it. You caught the intervention, widening the door again. Geto explains himself. âLook, I donât know what happened between youâwell, no, sorry. I get that Satoru said some things that hurt you last week. Believe me: I already lectured him hell and back for it when Shoko told me you came home crying, and you have every right to be mad at him right nowâŚButââ
âDid he tell you what he said to me?â
âHâNo, he didnât,â your brow quirked at that response. He didnât? âAll he told me when I confronted him was that he messed up real bad and crossed a line.âÂ
âA line?â You enunciated after him. âThatâs cute...Geto, he wonât tell you what he said because I caught him saying those things. That scumbag,â you averted your gaze to the door window, seeing Gojo gulp at your fierce eyes. ââknows what he said. And he knows that I told him I want nothing to do with him for that.â
Nanami was quiet throughout the entire thing, so it took you aback when he spoke. âAnd Iâm on your side in that regard. Youâre right, he is a scumbag; tactless, crude, borderline annoyingââ
âJust borderline?â Geto points the word out to lighten the mood.
âAnd the type of person to get on someoneâs nerves purposely. And with that, I donât blame you for cutting him off. If anything, itâs what he deserves, if not more.â
You knew there was more to say beyond that. âAnd yetâŚ"
âAnd yet,â Nanami picks it up. ââŚIâd be lying if I said that guy doesnât know when heâs at fault. He can be prideful and childishly playful â albeit disrespectful to anyone he thinks doesnât deserve it. However, heâs not emotionless, and if he is disrespectful to his friends, he knows when heâs in the wrong.â
âAnd take it from me, Y/n.â Geto comes in with the assist now that things are a bit calm. âFucking asshat will take days to apologize to me for something stupid, and thatâs if he feels like giving me one. But even if he doesnât, I know he cares about me like any best friendâŚLike he cares about you.â
You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes, so you close them and shake your head. âHe doesnât careââ
âYes, he does.â Nanami doesnât let you finish that sentence. âLike I said: Gojo is many things, but heâs not an emotionless moron. Because I can tell that whatever he said distraught you to your core and made him feel bad about it â pathetically so.â
ââŚHow do you know?â You donât know why you asked that question; why the fuck should you care? The fucker in question is the one that broke your heart behind your back, so why bother?
âBecause when he came home that day, Geto pulled him by the shirt, threw him against the wall, and yelled at him like no tomorrow. And he just stood there, letting Geto give him his rightful lashing. He even told him he didnât deserve you as a friend, which I agreed with. But then Gojo said something after thatâŚâ
Again, this isnât something you should be caring about. So why are you turning to Geto to ask, ââŚWhat did he say?â
âHe said I was right, that he definitely didnât deserve you.â Before the raven-haired boy answered, he exhaled through his nostrils. âAnd that what he said about you was, by far, the dumbest thing heâs ever done, which is saying a lot.â
âA whole lot.â The blond-haired boy jumped in. âY/n, donât take this as me vouching for him. But, if you could have seen the look on his face when he said that,â he nods when you shake your head ânoâ again. âYou would feel the guilt and shame pouring from him. It was pathetic to look at â pathetic for him to express. But it was real.â
And you know itâs the truth â not because it came from Nanami, but because you could picture the scene as if you were there. You could just imagine Gojoâs face, a dangerous move as your heart skipped with a twinge. You imagine the emotions he was expressing, your skin crawling thinking about his blue eyes â usually filled with life and light â appearing so broken and devoid of animation.Â
âHe does care about you â thereâs no mistake about it. You two have been friends since freshmen year; heâd be an idiot to let those years go down the drain because of him. And thatâs why we went along with coming here in his stead and asking you to talk to him.â You open your mouth, but Geto isnât finished. âPlease, Y/n. Youâre the mature one, but you donât have to act strong on this one. I can only assume, of course, but Iâm sure you want this handled, too.â
He wasnât wrong, yet at the same time, you couldnât shake the heavy feeling that was weighing you down.Â
âIâŚI donât want to speak with him.â The two guys didnât change their facial expressions. âNot now, at least...I donât want to see his face right now.â
âThen how about a phone call later tonight?â Nanami proposed. âYou two can talk it out with each other after you guys think about what to say to each other. You can even have the call while weâre sleeping so you can have privacy.â
âEhhh, but Iâm nosy.â Geto teases his sophomore roommate, making the younger blonde huff.Â
âNot tonight, you are. Plus, you got a project to present tomorrow, so you need sleep.â
âFair, fairâŚBut seriously, Y/n, you should talk with him. If not for him, then for us, for Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, all of us. We donât want you upset about what this idiot did this time. So, one talk should be okay, right?â
It should be okay. Keyword: should. However, the anxiety that you harbor within your limbs tells you otherwise. The pool in your stomach churning into a state you find uncomfortable to fight against.Â
But concurrently, you couldnât lie to yourself; a piece was missing in all of this. The resolution was needed â there had to be a way to see the entire picture in this matter. Otherwise, youâd be walking around campus mad at the person behind a door examining your reactions for the entire semester â no, the whole next year! You knew you didnât have the mental capacity to deal with that. You can barely go through it right now. So, might as well get this off the table before it worsensâŚAt least, thatâs what you say to rationalize.
ââŚOkay,â you straightened your posture. âThe girls have morning classes tomorrow. Tell him to call me at midnight.âÂ
Your answer sealed the deal, the two males dismissing themselves before you closed the apartment door. Your roommates peered around the corner once they heard the door lock, coming to ask if you were all right. You molded a faux smile and said you were fine, and yet you couldnât tell if that was a lie to them or yourself.Â
From there, the time felt so long to witness and experience throughout the day, watching one hour pass after the other. The sun had never settled under the horizon so slowly before, taking its time to draw the curtains of darkness over the Earth. And yet the time went fast simultaneously â the minutes spooked you every time you looked at the clock.Â
Was this the universeâs way of toying with you for agreeing to talk to Satoru Gojo? It had to be. Your stomach doing somersaults didnât help either; you could barely get through eating dinner because the dreaded talk bound to happen in a few hours was all your mind could think about.Â
And then, when everyone was fast asleep ten minutes before midnight, your nerves couldnât settle down. Five minutes before, you decided to take yourself and the phone to the bathroom (because the fan would be loud enough to tune out your conversation), needing the tiny space to yourself to pace back and forth and not to disturb Utahime snoring away. One minute before, you were sitting on top of the toilet, watching the seconds go by on your phone, praying that he wouldnât call on the dot. He wouldnât buzz you at the immediate stroke of twelve, right? He had to be doing something â anything else â hoping heâd spare you another minute if he could.
BZZZR!! BZZZR!!
However, that wasnât the case. He called you right on the dot, and your heart jumped at the vibration from your phone. His display name was titled âdo not answer this jerk,â a change you made the day after the incident. Yet here you are, in the bathroom, and your thumb shaking over the green button.Â
It wasnât until the sixth vibration that you pressed the button with a sharp inhale, bringing the phone to your ear with haste. The silence was in the air for a couple of seconds, worsening your anxiousness. Untilâ
ââŚHey.â He was the first to say something, thank God.
âHiâŚ..Where are you?â
âOutside my apartment, sitting on the stairwell...You?â
âIn the bathroom.â
âYou sitting on the toilet?â
You know what he was doing, making the conversation easier before getting to the hard stuff. Nonetheless, you admit it was working while your nervous state gradually deteriorated. ââŚAnd what if I am?â
âThen Iâd sayâŚ.Heh, actually, no. I canât make that joke right now. Not when weâre like this.â
âMmm, like thisâŚâ You hummed, the awkward tension filling the silence once again. ââŚ.Look, Gojoââ
âBefore you say anything,â he cut you off, but you allowed it. âI have a lot I wanna say to you, and I want to get them out the way before I forget and never get the chance to say them to youâŚCan I say them?â
Your brows scrunched together, your free hand drawing reassuring circles on your thigh, and your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. ââŚGo ahead.â
âOkayâŚSo, first off,â you held your breath to brace yourself. âWhat I said about you on that day â Iâm not gonna sit here and say I didnât mean those things when I said them because I did. But NOT in the way youâre thinking.â
âThen what way did you mean them, Gojo?â
âI meant them in the implication that I was trying to protect what you and I had.â Had? âOur relationship was being questioned, some girl was asking about us andâŚI know you werenât ready to have our business out in the world yet, so I thoughtâŚ.I just said what was believable with how everyone sees us since weâre always butting heads and shit. So, I said and meant those things to protect us in the heat of the moment. And thenâŚI guess I got carried away.âÂ
âYou guess you got carried away?â You repeated, your anxiousness now substituting for subtle anger. ââŚJust a little person angry at the world around them? So exhausting to deal with someone so boring and uncute as me?â
âHoly fuck, you remember it allââ
âOf course I did!â How could you not!? âAnd then â hmph, now this one Iâll never forget â âIâve seen prettier, been with better, I feel sorry for the poor bastard who does end up with themââŚâ Your emotions were a mix of offense and pain, irritation and misery. Despite that, your voice maintained a calm tone, even if you wanted to do nothing but yell at the screen. Yet that wouldnât solve this. âGojo, the fact that I know all of that, verbatim, and have refused to talk, think, touch, or even look at you since themâŚTo say you got carried away is justâŚlike, holy fuck. Who the hell were you?âÂ
He didnât say anything for a minute, but you couldnât blame him. Being hit with his own words like that, any moral human being would stop and let that shit simmer into their skin.Â
ââŚIâm sorry,â you wanted to call bullshit so bad, but not after he followed up with this. âReally. Iâm soâŚso fucking sorry, Y/n. I know that shit wasnât cool, and, to be honest, I expected more than one slap for that. I only meant it to save you the burden of gossip; believe me when I say that.â
âIâahemâŚâ Nope, you were not going to do this. Not tonight. âI want to believe you, Gojo. But I justâŚI canât; it hurts my head thinking about it.â
âI knowâŚI did that to you, and Iâm so fucking sorry. My foot was too far up my mouth when I said all that, just one useless thing after anotherâŚ.And you know whatâs crazy? I think my conscience knew me spouting shit wasnât the right call. I mean, I literally walked with you to the class that day; what kind of friend does that and say shit like that afterward? And when I saw youâŚ.the way you looked soâŚdistant? Just like that, everything that we had was just gone. I couldnât see it â I saw absolutely nothing when I saw you. That scared me, seeing the happiness and the smile you had minutes ago just vanish with the flip of a switch. And I fucking did that. I knew at that moment that I lost youâŚ..Y/nâŚ? Are you crying?âÂ
You immediately moved the phone away from your ear, covering your mouth with the arm of your sweatshirt. The cries you tried to suppress poured out at that moment, and the pain that scratched your insides left your system with every sob and intake of breath. The tears damped the material, soaking them in as they rolled down your cheeks.
As ways to start the eve of your Monday, crying with the person who broke your heart on the phone was not one you expected to be one of them. It all hurt: the rapid emotions, the memories of that day replaying in your head, the genuine sincerity expressed in his voice. It was all too fucking much, your face heating up to a concerning level that youâd think youâd blow up.
You give yourself a few seconds before bringing the phone to your ear, ââŚ.What else?âÂ
âHuh?â
âYou saidâsniffâthat you had other things you wanted to say to me.â A change of subject was necessary, not wanting him to notice the broken crack of your voice. âSo, what else?â
The request took him aback, but he knew better than to question or fight you. ââŚSecond of all, I wanna say â since Iâm not sure Iâll ever get the chance to tell them to you in person â I want you to know that youâre more than what I said. Thereâs nothing 'kinda' pretty about you â youâre pretty all over. Iâm not saying that to butter you up; itâs something Iâve said to myself all this timeâŚWho am I kidding, saying Iâve been with prettier and better when I hurt the most beautiful and kindest one my eyes ever laid onâŚ.? Boring and uncute? Heh, youâre anything but. Sure, I say you're uncute when you nag at me to no end, but I donât think thereâs been a single day that Iâve thought you were a sore for my eyes. Youâre too gorgeous for that.â
âGojoââ
âI donât deserve you as a friend, Y/n.â Your breath hitched. âHonest. I shouldnât even be talking to you right now. And yet, you gracing me with time to spare shows that I really donât have the right to have you close to meâŚIâm sorry.â
It didnât take a rocket scientist to know he was honest about his apology. You felt it in your bones; your gut told you what Gojo told you was true. Your anger was nowhere to be found, but your guard was still up.
You slowly exhale through your mouth before taking your turn in the conversation. âSoâŚIs that all?âÂ
ââŚ.â
ââŚGojo?â
ââŚ.â
âGojo? Are you stillââ
âI like you.â
Okay, you lied; your guard wasn't up for that.
Thereâs no way he just said that. Thereâs no way those three exact words left his mouth and entered your eardrums. They kept ringing throughout your head, bouncing off the walls of your cranium with each repeated syllable. Your eyes widened by the second, your body coming to a complete standstill. And yet, the only thing that was moving and showed signs of life was your heartbeat increasing with the silence.
He likes you. The Gojo Satoru â your frenemy, annoying peer, and friend who enjoys your yelling and nagging â likes you.
âYouâŚYou what?â You heard him perfectly, but you wanted to confirm this wasnât some joke.
âI like you.â He didnât hesitate to replicate. âI do, I really do. Iâve liked you forâŚ.quite a long while, way before we started having sex together.â
âHow long ago is that?â
âI think since the spring semester of freshman year when we had started to get a little closer before you became friends with Geto...Yeah, for a while now.â
ââŚWhy?â
âHmm?â
âWhy do you like me?Â
You heard him sigh out a large breath before answering. ââŚTo be honest, I just like how youâŚare you. Like, youâre not scared to be yourself around me. Many people Iâve known try to kiss my ass for me to call them a friend, and even then, those guys are assholesâŚBut you, I donât see that â I never saw that. Youâd never kiss my ass; youâd always be down to tell me when Iâm wrong or right. Being around you was different from other people; I felt comfortable around you like you were one of my friends.âÂ
You didnât intervene, listening to every word he was to say.Â
âNot to mentionâŚHeh, youâre so cute. Like, actually. And pretty, and independent, and bright. I canât count how many times Iâve been lost in my thoughts about you. Especially recently, youâre all that I can think about. I like how it feels to hold your hand, and your fingers look small against mine. I could never get enough of you talking to you; itâs one of the things I look forward to. And, holy fuck, the way you smile. I swear, you could kill me with that face of yours. And your eyes â Iâm always told mine are so beautiful to look at, yet I find that impossible whenever I get stuck when you look at meâŚ.Y/n? Are youâYouâre not crying, are you?â
You said in sniffles. âYouâre such a fucking asshole, GojoâŚâ
âHuh!? Why??â
âYou break my heart one day and then say all these things the nextâŚAre you trying to tell me that stunt you pulled is that dumb thing where people say stupid shit about someone else because they like them?â
âHey, I told you why I said them! Besides, those two bimbos were getting in our personal life, and we didnât have anything to call our relationship, soâŚ!â
âSniffâAnd you! Why didnât you tell me you liked me for so long instead of annoying me to no end?â
âI couldâve done that, butâŚI donât know. I guess our relationship was easier the way we had it. Things were less complicated for you. Plus, youâre cute when youâre angry at me.âYou had to scoff at that. Of course, heâd say something like that. He can be such a prick sometimes. âI was okay with how things were, being all naggy and arguing with you while secretly close to you. I didnât want to change something we were used to into something more.â
âMmm.â You could only hum to that sentence, letting his words sink in before saying anything. ââŚWould it have been a bad thing if it was something more?â
He didnât answer immediately, indicating that he took the question in serious thought. âNoâŚI wouldnât have minded. But that decision was all yours to make.â Â
âGojo,â The words you were about to say were about to be so nerve-wracking that you had to take in a deep breath. Chewing on your lips while exhaling through an open mouth. ââŚ.Would it be a bad thing if I saidâŚ.that I liked you, too? And thatâŚI still like youââ
KA-BANG-BANG!!
You jumped at the sudden sound coming from the other side of the line, as it was not the response you were expecting, and you could hear him saying curses further from the phone. After a few brief seconds, Gojoâs voice comes back.
âFuck, sorry, sorry! I just dropped my phone on the stairs!â He sounded so worried, as if he lost you. âYou.âŚYou like me?â
âYeah, I doâŚâ Gosh, you didnât think this would happen, the heat on your cheeks expanding to your ears and neck. âI really do. And Iâm also willing to forgive you. BUT, you have to prove your worth by redeemingââ
âI WILL!â Again, it wasnât the reaction you were expecting! He replied with such momentous excitement that you could imagine the sparkle in his blue eyes. âI will, I promise! In fact, I have an idea; how about I take you out on a date?âÂ
Huh!? âA date??â
âYeah, on Valentineâs Day, this Wednesday! I know this great place not too far from here, or maybe you wanna go to a small cafĂŠ to wind down from classes? You can pickââ
âWait, wait! We have classes that day; we have our night class with Professor Yagaââ
âWe could skipââ
âHell. No.â You shut him down with quickness. âWeâre going over some serious discussions that day for our papers on Friday; weâre just gonna have to do the date after class.âÂ
âPfft, God, you can be such a geek sometimes.â
For the first time that night, you rolled your eyes. âSays the Digimon-fanatic talking to me right now.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever.â He snickers at the phone, and your heart swoons at it. It felt like you hadnât heard that laugh in ages. âSoâŚIs that a yes?â
It had you thinking for a temporary moment; talking with Gojo again just felt soâŚfamiliar. It was something youâd been missing for the past week, accepting that youâd never experience it again. And here he is, inviting you on a date? This was, by all means, a weird night. An apology, a confession, and now being asked out?Â
Regardless, you canât shake the feeling of wanting to be by his side again. And with a chance like this, why brush it off? âYes, I accept your date.âÂ
âThen itâs a Valentineâs date. Cool.â
âCool.â You awkwardly repeated after him, becoming squeamish with the brief silence. âOkay, well, now that we talked. I need to get some sleep.â
âMmm, okay. Go get your sleep, then. Be sure to think of me in your dreams~â
Your head is shaken again, this time with a smile. âWhatever. Iâll tryâŚThink of me too, Satoru.â
âI always do, Y/n.â Jesus, the way he gently and affectionately said your name. Is this what itâs like to admit you like someone? âGood night.â
âGood nightâŚOh, wait! You said you had a joke earlier.â
âHmmâŚOh, yeah?â
âWell, now that weâre kinda on good termsâŚWhat was the joke?â
âOh! I was gonna say itâs kinda a shame that youâre sitting on a toilet and not on my face.â
âGoodbye, Gojo.â
âPFFFT, No, wait, Iâm soââ
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As far as dates go about, this is one that Satoru Gojo was the most nervous about.Â
As promised, after your class with Professor Naga ended, Gojo waited for you with his car on Main Street by your dormitory. He was already dressed for the date, adorned with a black turtleneck and jeans that matched his Chesterfield coat. But you had a few things you wanted to touch up on before going out for the night, so he texted back that heâd wait for you outside.
What he didnât expect was being instantly shot down by you once you came down and walked to his car. Because holy fucking shit, you looked so fucking beautiful. If this was a âtouch-up,â all the people he went on dates on mustâve not been trying.
You were wearing a black halter long-sleeve top; your collarbone and shoulders were out for his eyes to trace and breathe to hitch. Your arms were shielded by a hoodie that looked a bit big for you but did its job of protecting you from the cold winds. And black thigh socks that contrasted with the plaid skirt and the puffy boots. AndâŚdid you put on lipgloss on? Holy shit.
âSo,â youâd say meekly to catch his attention since heâs examining your every feature. âIâm readyâŚâ They were simple words, yet they had the power to have him stop leaning on the car and grab the door for you. You were chewing on your lip, avoiding his gaze that watched every step you took. âYouâre staring, SatoruâŚâ
âHmm? Oh! Sorry...â Heâd close your door and mutter, scratching his neck where the heat from his ears crawled around.Â
And from there, the date began. The plan? He wanted to take you to some fancy restaurant, but you politely declined and told him youâd settle for dinner and a movie. And you two did just that, going to this burger joint that was popping off when you entered. You two sat at a booth by a window, enjoying your food and conversing about each otherâs day.
âYou did not have to do that.â You said in giggles, bringing a fry to your mouth.Â
âI did, too!â Gojo replied after taking a big bite from his burger. âThe fucker almost tried to dirty my basketball shoes; do you know how much those shits cost? Expensive as hell.âÂ
âYeah, but to push your buddy to an ice bath because he almost dirtied your shoes?â You shook your head with a smile. âAnd all shoes are expensive these days, Satoru.â
âYeah, well, mine were custom-made. So,â he takes another bite. âServes him right.â
Gojo didnât notice it himself, but you saw a bit of ketchup on the corner of his mouth. Tending to your friendâs obliviousness, you grab a napkin and stretch to him. At first, he thought you were giving it to him to wipe it off himself; nope. You did it for him, tenderly dabbing the condiment off his lip.Â
And you didnât even notice what you were doing until your eyes met his, instantly pulling your hand back. âSorry! You justâŚhad something on thereâŚâ
âMmm, thank youâŚâ he said it low, but you heard him. What you couldnât hear, thank God, was the beat of his heart going at an unsteady rate. It took a minute for you two to shuffle uncomfortably for the conversation to flow back.
After the dinner was the movie, a random action movie that you two felt interested to see. And it wasnât that bad of a film; the plot was pretty subpar, the acting mediocre, but overall, a good movie.Â
However, Gojo couldnât focus on the movie for lengthy periods because his eyes would usually drift to the right of him where you sat, surveying how engrossed you were watching the film that you didnât notice him. God, even in the dark, you looked so gorgeous and cute.Â
Sometimes, heâd glance at your armchair and look at your hand, the inner dialogue between himself on whether he should go for it and place his hand on top of yours. But he doesnât do it. He wants to, but he canât, not like this. It was killing him so much; the feeling of wanting to touch you and have you against him again was haunting him â theyâve been haunting him for the past few days now.
âFuckâŚâ heâd mutter under his breath, but you wouldnât hear because of the sound of explosions coming from the theater speakers. He wanted you but didnât want to mess this date up. He couldnât afford to screw this chance with you, he just couldnât.Â
Once the movie was over, heâd walk with you to the parking lot where the car was parked. The chill winds of February crawl up on your bodies, and you bundle up into your warm hoodie. âDid you enjoy the movie?â
He hummed with a tilted head. âMeh, Iâve seen better. It wasnât too bad. What about you; you liked it?âÂ
You looked up to ponder and shrugged, swaying side-to-side as Gojo leaned on his car. âYeah, it was okay. Thereâs better stuff out there.â
âYou just saying that to agree with me?âÂ
âNo, maybe youâre reading my mind and copying my answers.â You give a tiny smug look, only for him to smile along.
He then asks, âSoâŚdid I do good with this?â He canât lie; how you lifted your brow instead of giving an immediate answer made him a little nervous. And with the tilt of your head and turning your body fully towards him, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. You hand him your verdict:
âI think so. You treated me to good food, didnât try to poison me, and got a free movie ticket out of it.â You jokingly punch his chest. âYeah, I liked this date, Gojo. Consider yourself redeemed.â
He snickers lightly, âGood, I donât think I can take another day of you being mad at me.â That made you giggle; good. Things go quiet for a while, and he averts his stare downward. His eyes land on your hand, the thoughts from the movie theater teetering back to his head. Goddamn it, he really wants to touch youâ
âI can see you staring through those glasses, Gojo.â And just like that, you propelled your hand to link with his, making the tall boy flinch. âYour subtlety is wearing thin.â
Your teasing tone evokes a chuckle disguised in a sigh from Gojo, his fingers slithering to intertwine with yours. âWhat makes you think so?â
You peer up to him. Fuck, your eyes were so beautiful. âYou were practically staring daggers at me while watching the movie. Am I on your mind that much?â
âYes.â You expected a different answer â something more playful â and itâs why you couldnât breathe after he brought his face closer to yours. âInfintely.â
Suddenly, the cold air didnât bother you anymore. The heat on your face blossoms across your cheeks and ears while maintaining eye contact. âAm I on your mind right now?â He nods, your noses barely brushing each other. You whisper to him, âWhat are you thinking about?â
âI wanna kiss you.â He closes his eyes; you can see from his shades. âI want to hold you like I did before.â The hand clutching yours gets firmer. âI want youâŚJust you.â
The way he has with words effortlessly pulls you in, his voice comforting to the point you allow him to put his other hand around your waist. You faintly reply before connecting your lips with his. âI want you tooâŚSatoru.â
When he pecks your lips, a feeling you two feared was wiped off the Earth returns to warm your bodies. Your hands instantly go around his neck like usual, sighing through your nostrils as you permit to sink into his hold and kiss.
Gojo uses this to bring his hand behind your neck to keep you on him, the kiss becoming more passionate by the second. He licks on your bottom lip, a sign of wanting entry. So, you open and lick him back before he takes the initiative to put his tongue inside your mouth. And you moan into his lips â fuck, how he missed the sounds youâd make for him. It felt like forever since the last time he heard them.Â
This moment brings the spark between you two back, the sounds of the world around you drawing out from your space. All that mattered was you being in his embrace and him having you with him like this again. It all felt right â being with each other â with nothing bothering this peace meant for you two.
So much so that Gojo took it upon himself to convince you to stay with him tonight at a nice hotel close by, where you two couldnât get off each other the moment you closed the door to your room. Hot kisses are exchanged as you two remove each otherâs clothing, Gojo undoing your bra and lifting you to place on top of the bed.Â
His lips never leave yours, even when his hands play with your chest. Your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer as he rocks into you. Your core down south experiences throbs that entail you want him, your horniness dialing up with every grind of his groin.
He breaks the kiss to playfully bite your lip so he can hear you yelp for him, placing his lips from your chin down to your neck. You say in shaky breaths, âHahhh, Satoru, please touch me moreâŚâ
He lifts his lips from your clavicle, âOf course, princess; you know I always got you.â He then licks from your collarbone down to one of your nipples in a tantalizingly slow fashion, your body squirming from anticipating what heâs about to do. His tongue finds its way to swirl around the bud, having your hum to the wet touch. And when he decides to suck it into his mouth when itâs hardened, you gasp.Â
But it doesnât stop there, one hand tweezing the other nipple as he licks around the one in his mouth. The free one snakes down your abdomen to your skirt, lifting the material for his digits to meet the damp spot of your panties.Â
You jerk at the feeling of him moving the material to the side, rubbing his bare fingers on your precious, wet cunt and clit. âAhhnn! Satoru, SatoruâMmmmâŚâ He rubs around on your folds in circles before adding his forefinger smoothly inside, his slender digit efficiently rubbing your vaginal walls have you holding back whimpers.Â
When he thinks youâre ready enough, he adds his middle finger inside. Both his digits scrape and graze around your inner walls, provoking silent screams to leave your lips. Your fingers find his hair to tug, which only has him suck on your breast more.Â
âHooohhh, mmmmhâŚRight there, right thereeeâŚpleaseâOhoooâŚ!â You moan to him, your thighs jerking with every scratch of his fingers in your chasm.
âMmmâŚyou close, pretty?â Gojo releases your nipple for a quick second, returning it inside his warm mouth after he sees you nod hurriedly. âHold tight, okay? Lemme get you ready, sweetieâŚâ
You cry at the increase in speed, the nails of his fingers scraping the velvety tender spots inside you. Your body jerks to him as your hands find his shoulders to pinch on. Gojo lets go of your bud once again to move his lips down south, spreading your legs to take a look at your mess.
âHoly shit,â he says with a bitten lip before he crouches down to kiss your clit after slipping your panties off. âI fucking missed this pretty thing so fucking much.â He licks your soapy folds up to your clit, drowning the delicate button with feverish laps of the tongue. It has you screaming his name, and he loved that so fucking much.
Gojo stuffs his face to your slit, drinking your essence while teasing the clit with fast swipes. Your wails get louder and louder, and he doesnât make it any easier when he keeps your legs spread for him to continue his work. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Iâm gonna cum, IâmââAhhahnn!!â
Thatâs when you come onto his face, your cunt spasming with electric pulses and your legs shaking with every hit of your orgasm. And he keeps on sucking and licking your fluids; youâd think heâs sucking the life out of you. But you canât blame him; the boy is starved for you.
He soon withdraws his face from between your legs when youâre done with wailing and crying, licking his lips and leaving off the bed to take out a condom, throwing his jeans and drawls to the floor. But then something is wrong, and you can see it when Gojo presses his lips into a thin line before climbing back to the bed and maneuvers on top of you. He aligns the glans of his cock to the entrance of your vagina, and itâs there that you notice he doesnât have the rubber on.
âIâŚI forgot to bring a condom, sweetie.â He says to you in a tune that harbors slight worry, and you can tell from his azure eyes that heâs a little nervous about this step. You held back a giggle; for once, he looked adorable when worried about something.
ââŚHow good is your pull-out game?â You ask, half-jokingly.
His white brows trench together. âAre you sure?âÂ
You nod and kiss him on the cheek. âI trust you, Satoru, so just be careful, okay?âÂ
He blinks at you, taken aback by your lack of resistance. Yet, at the same time, he knew you needed this just as much as he did. So, with that in mind, he pushes the glans into you, observing your breathing to gauge how much to propel inside. The tip of his length then bullies itself inside you, a sharp gasp coming from your sweet lips while Gojo moans at the raw feeling of you around him.
ââHnnn! HâHooooly fuck,â with every inch he pushes inside of you, the sensation of your pussy chills him up his spine. The rubber had been shielding this away from him, every dent and smooth tissue of you wrapping around him. Oh, fuck, this was a dangerous game to play. âOh, shiiit, you feel so fucking good..â
You could agree with that notion, experiencing his naked girth inside you for the very first time. You could feel his veins graze against your walls, the curve scraping your spots tenderly. âOhhhh, fuck, you too, âtoruâŚOh my GodâŚâ
Even starting with slow thrusts was a hard card to pull, the subtraction of the condom making this feel so new and fresh â a scary dance to do with two young lovers. He pulls his cock slowly til halfway up the tip and then rushes it back inside to your wetness. Your pretty purrs fly out with every movement.
Gojo takes this time to look at you with your disheveled figure sprawled out for him to see and pick at like eye candy. Watery eyes batting up at him with pleasure behind half-lidded orbs, your chest that he loves so much out for him to give a nipple another tweak, and your legs curling around him as his tempo increases. Youâre so fucking beautiful, and heâs so lucky to be able to have you under him again. He wouldnât want it any other way â he wants to belong to you and you with him. Itâs a dream heâd kill to have with you.
âY/nâŚâ he says your name in a shaky breath, groaning at your slit clamping onto him so suddenly. âCan IâŚBe your boyfriend?â
You didnât have enough time to react appropriately because Gojo hammers his cock into you with no warning. You scream out for him to stop, to wait a minute so you can give an adequate response! But no, he ruts into you like his hips have a mind of their own, forcing you to cling onto him for dear life as the curve of his length jabs you in places that have you rolling your eyes to the stars.
ââAhahhnn!! Ahhh! W-Wait, Satoruuuu!!â Your words slur out with a hot breath, drool coming down your mouth with no control. âYou want meâŚ.Mmnph! To be yourââ
âYes! Oh, fuckâŚyes!â He says with no hesitation, slamming his pelvis down to your pussy so fast that his balls smack on your taint. Oh, fuck, this felt way too damn good! âI wanna be yours, and I want you to be mineâHoooohâŚ.No one elseâsâŚ!â
âNnahhâŚ!! Ohhh, my God, fuuuuckâŚ!â Your heart beats eighty miles per hour, your whole body endures heat shared with Gojo, and your thoughts travel too fast to keep up. He wants to be my boyfriend? He wants to be my boyfriend! ââŚRâReally?â
âYeah, really, really.â He smiles breathlessly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. âLetâs be a couple, yeah? I want you so bad; you drive me so fucking crazyâHannhh!! Shit, shit⌠I donât want to hide this anymore â to hurt my cutie anymore. Letâs make this official so I can be with you without worries.â He snaps his hips harshly, grinding his pelvis with the flex of his abs, provoking more horny howls to seep from your puffy lips. He lowers to whisper to your ear while a hand clings to yours on the side. âWhatcha say, princess, hmm? Letâs be togetherâŚ.HmmmâŚ!â
Holy fuck, this is not a confession you were expecting while having your insides churned out, with your crush between your legs, in the middle of a hotel room, on Valentineâs Day. Your mind was getting foggy enough from the hot commotion in your inner thighs â now your head was filling up with fantasies of being with Gojo as a couple! This was beyond bizarre, something out of a fucking movie!Â
And yet, you couldnât find any reason to say no! Thereâs no denying it â those feelings Gojo had for you were the same as you had for him. You feel so happy being around him, in his hold, whispering and expressing his vulnerable side to you, and youâd want to throw all that away? Hell no!Â
ââMmm, yessss,â you canât help but shed a little tear at him, to which he readily dries away with a thumb. âYesss, Satoru, I wanna be yoursss â pleaseâŚtake care of me!â
Gojo slams his lips onto yours, your mewls taken by hungry lips while his strokes go at a rapid tempo. You almost choke on his spit from the way your clit catches abrupt hits from his pelvis, and the tip of his dick pokes your fragile spots with precision.Â
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! You felt it; itâs coming. You felt it in your bones, the shivers crawling up your spine as you inhaled to prepare. âMaahhh! âToruuu, Iâm gonna cummâŚ! Quick, pull outâOooooo!!âÂ
Thank God you gave him a warning. The tall other was too lost in the feeling that he was just about to come inside you! He removes his body off of yours to swiftly pull his member out, using his hand to finish the job for him, although he already misses the warmth of your cunt.Â
He comes at the same time as you, his load shooting out from his urethra and spilling onto his hand. White fluids slide between his fingers as he continues to stroke himself off while your legs twitch and your slit contracts and flutters on nothing, letting the wave of your climax pass on through with every howl.Â
The air of the hotel room cools your bodies after disconnecting your sexes off each other, and huffs and pants from heaving figures are evidence of you two trying to find your balance in the world. Sky-blue eyes lock in with yours, and he laughs in faint puffs.
He crawls his way back between your legs after wiping his hand, placing kisses up your neck and chin. âHahhh, fuck, that felt way too good.â
âMhmm,â you hum with him, letting him place his head in the crook of your neck.Â
âHey,â he traces a finger along your collarbone. âWanna skip classes tomorrow?â
Your eyebrows draw upward. âOne day of Valentineâs isnât enough?â
âNope~. Plus, I wanna make up a weekâs worth of not being around you.â
âPfft, sure,â you stifled a laugh. âBut you need a single day to do all that?âÂ
He lifts his head with a grin. âWell, we donât have enough clothes to stay here until Saturday.â He maneuvers himself to lie on his side. âWhy? You doubt I can do it?â
âYouâre free to prove me wrong,â you give him a sneer. âI suggest you start getting to work.â You didnât expect your words to flip a switch, causing the snow-haired other to grab you by the legs to him. He restrains your hands above your head, and you canât fight the giggles from his playful manner.
âWith pleasure,â he claims your lips again, your sweet murmurs entering his ears.
âââ ââ
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â âââ
âPsst, oh my God, do you see that?â
âHoly shit, this canât be real!â
âWoahâŚAm I in the right universe?â
âSatoru, I told you people would stareâŚhurry and let go of my handââ
âNope! I like where your hand is right now~.â
It was like this the entire day. Ever since your Valentineâs Day date with Gojo, things instantly returned to where they were supposed to be and more! It was amazing how one day could make the bitterness of the weeks prior dissipate with the February wind. There was nothing to be scorned about ânothing to be scared of â everything felt clear to you and the person you were holding hands with.
After that date successfully went well â and won your heart in more ways than one, youâll admit â you and Gojo decided it was time to unveil the status of your relationship. No more secrets, no more hiding feelings for each other; you two were officially a couple, both in private and outward!
Spending two days alone together felt like a dream, being so close to each other without worrying about being seen and critiqued in the eyes of others. But now, back on campus grounds, you canât go back on your promise and have to walk with your cheeks and ears burning as Gojoâs fingers tighten the grasp around yours.Â
Of course, the change of pace was a complete shock to the students and staff on this Friday. The number of perplexed gazes and starstruck figures who stopped to look at the two of you was too many to count â hell, you even saw Professor Gakunajiâs eyes widen for the first time! It was all so embarrassing, being the talk on everyoneâs mind after keeping a low profile for so long. And here you are, holding hands with the star basketball player, the guy everyone knew assumed you couldnât stand being within armâs length with, and now, the boy you want to spend the rest of your college life with, Satoru Gojo.
Who, by the way, is loving every single second of this â of course he is, the fucking cheeky bastard! You donât think youâve seen his smile and dimples never leave his face for the entire day. He was stuck to you like glue, walking you to your classes and immediately returning to your side after his lectures ended like a happy puppy. He knew you were a little overwhelmed with it all, but that wasnât a problem because heâd happily make sure you didnât think you were the only one going through with this. Plus, you just looked so fucking cute looking all bashful around him now that he expresses his love for you publicly. I mean, the way you were in shock after he kissed you on the cheek after walking you to your second class of the day with Utahime? Oh, he wished he had a picture! Especially with your roommateâs jaw dropped to the floor (which never closed throughout the remainder of class as she just stared at you) after seeing the startling, romantic interaction.
And now, here you two go, walking out from your last class of the day with Professor Yaga â who was caught off guard when you two walked in together with a lovey-dovey (mostly on Gojoâs part) atmosphere but gave you a small smile as you walked to your seats (which were changed because Gojo pleaded you sat next to him from now on) as Haibara and Ijichi exchanged cheeky glances at the observation.Â
You two were walking down to the dining hall, where you planned to have dinner with Shoko and Geto and tell the two best friends of Satoru Gojo of your intimate relationship. But gosh, everything was going too fast! âHey, Satoruââ
âYeeeess~?â He says in a sing-song tune, too pleased with himself as he swings your hand to and fro with his.Â
âDo we really have to do this today? Why not eat with Shoko and Geto tomorrowââ
âHuuuh!!? But Iâm taking you out tomorrow!â You want to hide your face when passersby hear your boyfriendâs reaction, immediately swapping gossip when theyâre out of your vision. âBesides, theyâll be hella busy studying tomorrow at the library, so today was the best option.âÂ
You nod aimlessly. Ughhh, this is just too much. I feel like my head is gonna implode. Then, you felt Gojo grip your palm tighter and put your walk to a stop, prompting you to look up at him again.Â
âHey,â he says with his signature smile, his dimples becoming more prominent now that youâre gazing up at him. âItâs gonna be okay, alright? I got you, and you got me, right?â And he brings you in for a tight hug that has you squeaking and your lips quivering from hearing people gasp at the display of affection. âAnd now that I finally have you to myself â officially! â donât think for a second that you can ever get rid of me!â
On the one side, you really want this fool to let go of you so everyone can stop staring and you can get this dinner over with! And yet, on the other side, your heart was beating in such a tune that had you melt into his embrace, and the smell of his cologne made you hum to his chest. You canât seem to fight the smile growing on your face and your hands coming around to hug the white-haired, lovestruck fool back. âYouâre too silly, SatoruâŚâ
âUhh, are we interrupting something?âÂ
With haste, you and Gojo break the hug to see the owner of that familiar voice. To your surprise, it was Shoko greeting you two with a smile. Next to her was Geto, also harboring a sly smile on his face before you.Â
You cough to clear your throat away from Gojo, who sneaks his hand on your shoulder to keep you close. âHâHi Shoko, Geto! I see you guys beat us to the dining hall.â
âYeah, we were wondering if you two would make it. But now,â Shokoâs brown eyes venture from the figures of Gojo and you being close together, âI can see that you two wanted a bit of time to yourselves.â
âUhhh, oh, you know; we just wanted to walk together since we had our last class for today!â You try to move your shoulder away from Gojo, but his grasp gets firmer and firmer.
Geto laughs, âOh, no need to act so shy on us, Y/n! Itâs good to know that you two are back to being close and cool now. Especially now that you two are a couple.â
âOhhh, câmon now, weâre notââ you stopped, your body going rigid, and everything suddenly fell silent. âWaitâŚ.You knew?â
Geto hums as confirmation. âYeah? Gojo told me.â
Your face forms into confusion. Gojo?
âMe?â Silver brows hang up at the statement. âI never said anything.â
Shoko makes a slightly bewildered expression. âWhat are you talking about? Remember that photo that you sent to Geto on Wednesday, andââ
âWoah, woah, woah.â Gojoâs fingers tense on your shoulder. Oh, he knows heâs in trouble. You can tell as he silently removes his hand while you question his best friends. âWhat picture?â
âUhhh, the one he sent when you two were out for Valentineâs?â When we WHAT!? âHold on, lemme pull it up from our messagesâŚYeah, this one.â
The moment Geto brings out his phone and gives it to you, Gojo felt his heart dropped to his ass. Not that you could tell, but the aura of fear was enough to be picked up. What showed on the screen not only had your jaw drop to your feet, but the cutesy feelings you had a minute ago with Gojo faded. Instead, it was replaced with the growing irritation that had your fingers tremble.
Getoâs phone screen displays a message and an attachment from Gojo on the night of your date. Judging by the time, it happened when you assumed you two were sleeping. The attachment proves your point, showing your sleeping face peacefully on Gojoâs bare chest. And the man in question is shown groggily awake, holding his phone to take the picture while his lips are planted on your forehead. The message below the photo answers Getoâs question, âYo, you two made up already?â To which the taller figure says, âYeah, kissed and made up. :3â
âGojooooâŚ.â
Before you do or say anything, your shaky hands return the phone to its owner, which Geto takes silently while backing three steps away with Shoko.Â
âSATORUUUU!!!â
You yell out his name without a care for the people around you who immediately look at you. You turn to where heâs supposed to be â supposedly by your side. But youâre not surprised to see that heâs gone, turning your heel to find that the snowy-headed figure was backing up with his hands up.
âHâHey now, Y/n,â He says nervously. He better be nervous because your eyes showcased a wrath he wasnât ready for. âCalm down for me, okay, princess?â
âYouâŚAre soâŚFucKING DEAD!!!â
And it was there that you chased him down, running around the halls. Geto and Shoko watch with baffled expressions before they scoff with laughter. The same goes with the other students who witness the commotion, enjoying the familiar banter between you two.Â
Itâs weird to say that you and Gojo are officially a couple now, at least to the public eye. However, no one seems to be in denial of it or push it aside. If anything, they seem happy for you two, finally coming around to express each otherâs love for one another in a better way than insults and shouts.
And your friends can say the same, enjoying the change of ambiance whenever you two are in the same space. No more trying to ignore the rambles and arguments between you two, no more tired eyes rolling around their sockets when you call each other names. Because they know those will happen anyway; nonetheless, itâs now in a better light that the banner of young love is finally open and hanged.
 Itâs a love that you and Gojo can finally express, be free, and be happy with.
âCOME BACK HERE, SATORU GOJO!!â
âNO, YOUâRE JUST GONNA HIT ME!!â
And you two wouldnât want it any other way.Â
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