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alexiroflife · 4 months ago

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"sober confessions" drunk wishes sequel

high school!satoru gojo x reader

Synopsis: the following morning after satoru asked you to stay the night, the two of you reflected over what some of the things that were said and done when satoru was drunk could have meant

to sum it up: it's confession time

WC: 5,981

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol use

You were suddenly awakened by the shrill ring of your phone alarm, signifying that it was time for you to get ready for class.

You jumped, blindly reaching over to hit the snooze button, only when you repeatedly tapped the screen, the sound proceeded as though growing louder.

You groaned, mind foggy from sleep as you propped yourself up and snatched your phone within your grasp, angrily peering down at the device to find that there was, in fact, no alarm going off but a call from the group chat ringing repeatedly.

You squinted, the screen light glaring into your face rather unpleasantly. You were struggling to get a grip on your bearings as you watched the phone ring, momentarily believing that you were in your room, when you felt a pair of arms tighten around your middle and a sleepy groan rumble and vibrate against your back.

You jumped slightly, craning your head back to find your best friend sleeping soundly beside you, arms wound around your waist in a spooning position as his white lashes fluttered gently against his soft pale skin. Tendrils of white fell lazily into his eyes, his cheek mashed against his pillow as deep breaths escaped his parted lips.

Your eyes widened, the previous night’s (or rather the early morning’s) events flooding back into your mind at full force. You had fallen asleep in Satoru’s bed after he had begged you to spend the night, holding your waist and pulling you to him pleadingly.

And now your friends were calling, most likely wondering where the hell the two of you were.

What time was it anyway?

You glanced up at the corner of your phone as it rang and caught sight of the hour. It was 9:30, an hour following the block of your first class of the day. How the hell had you managed to sleep through your alarm? You had told yourself that you were going to wake up early to sneak back into your dorm, but apparently, your body had other plans to oversleep with Satoru cuddled up to your back, clinging to you like you were a stuffed animal he was afraid to let go of.

Your face instantly flushed, uncertain of how you had even managed to find yourself in this position in the first place. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to leave to go back to your dorm, but you didn’t have class for another hour now. Were you supposed to wake Satoru up? Tell him that it was time to get ready for the morning, or sneak back into your dorm like you had originally planned to?

The ringing of your phone didn’t help either. The moment it had stopped, it started up again, whoever had been calling impatiently pondering over your whereabouts. You imagined that you were in some type of trouble for missing class, for Yaga had always been particularly strict on Satoru about fulfilling his responsibilities and simultaneously not dragging you into his nonsense.

You looked back over your shoulder to see if Satoru had been disturbed by the sound, but found that he was still sleeping rather peacefully. With a sigh, and a rather impending sense of deja vu, you answered the phone with your camera off.

“H’llo?” you murmured into the mic, not even bothering to look at the FaceTime bubbles.

“Oh, well look who decided to answer,” Suguru’s voice lifted into the room rather agitatedly. “And with her camera off.”

“What do you want?” you groaned, shielding your arm over your eyes as you laid back onto Satoru’s pillow.

“Someone woke up feisty today,” Shoko’s voice slid into the microphone teasingly, and you sighed.

“You try babysitting Satoru at three in the morning and see how you feel when you wake up.”

“Yeah, so funny you mention that,” the dark haired man quickly said. “Where the hell are the two of you? You do know you missed class this morning, right? We had to figure out a way to cover for you when Yaga started interrogating us.”

You cringed slightly at the thought of the burly man being angry with you. “Is he pissed?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Well, what did you say to him?”

“Nothing that made him believe us,” Geto exhaled.

“Yeah, don’t be surprised if you get an angry knock on your door later today,” Shoko chuckled and you groaned.

“God dammit,” you murmured.

“So my question still stands, (Y/n),” Suguru said. “Where are you and Satoru?”

You chewed on the inside of your lip, shifting slightly when Satoru’s fingers dug into your sides, inching his face closer to yours so that you could feel his breath fanning over your forehead. Heat pinched your cheeks as a shudder racked your body, your ability to keep your composure crumbling as long as you were within Satoru’s arms.

“Ummm…” you stalled. “I mean… Satoru’s still sleeping…”

There was a deafening pause as silence occupied the line for the next few moments, then came a weight, exasperated exhale from Suguru’s line. “(Y/n), are you still in his room?”

The dark haired boy’s comment was enough to have your body bursting into flames from embarrassment. “I-It’s a long story.”

You could hear Shoko stifle a laugh with a short snort, and though Suguru paused again you could imagine him shaking his head in disbelief. “I told you to get him back safe, not to sleep over and be late to class.”

“I told you, it’s a long story,” you growled. “And I don't wanna hear anything from you after you abandoned us last night.”

“Don’t you people ever rest past midnight?” Shoko joked.

“Unfortunately not.”

“Just- wake him up, okay? We still have the rest of the day to get through and a new mission to discuss,” Suguru said tiredly.

“I’ll try my best, damn, but he-” you stopped yourself when you felt the white haired boy stir against you. You froze, unable to respond to Suguru and Shoko pressing for you to finish your sentence. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes darted down to where Satoru’s hands rested over you. You watched a hand lift from your side slowly, the other sliding over your abdomen as Satoru reached out for something.

You turned back to look at him, confused, and found that his eyes were still closed but his peaceful expression had been replaced with a frustrated one, his brows angled and his nose scrunched as he grunted softly. You looked back before you to see that he had been reaching blindly for your phone. You lowered it slightly so that he could have access, curious as to what he was trying to do, before he tapped at the screen harshly, his finger struggling to find a button. He tapped aggressively, growing more irritated with the task though he still refused to peek open his eyes.

“What the hell is that tapping noise?” Suguru’s voice questioned just seconds before Satoru’s finger finally hit the red x at the top corner, the call ending abruptly.You gaped, Satoru humming in satisfaction and wrapping you into him again, tucking his leg over your hip and burying his face in your hair.

You set your phone down slowly, stilling once again in the seventeen year old’s hold. “S-Satoru?” you whispered, out into the emptiness of the room. He hummed again, brushing his nose into you and inhaling deeply. “Are you awake?”

“Mm-mm,” he hummed in opposition, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“Why’d you end the call?” you murmured.

“...too loud,” he grumbled sleepily.

You sighed, smoothing your hand over his clutching your midsection. “We slept in. We gotta get up.”

“No,” he groaned, his sleep coated voice ruggedly reverberating into you. You could feel that way he sank into you even further somehow, exhaling in content when he felt that you were close enough for you to be unable to escape. “...no,” he exhaled in content, voice drifting off quietly.

You had to get out of this somehow, but you had no idea how the hell you would be able to break free from the strongest student’s hold as he stubbornly gripped you tighter and tighter, holding you damn near prisoner.

This, you decided, was somehow worse than what you had to endure when Satoru was drunk. While you understood the white haired boy was hungover and half asleep, he was no longer intoxicated. In addition to his sober state, Satoru had incredibly trained heightened senses. No matter what state he was in, he was always hyper aware of what he was doing in that moment, whether he remembered the next day or not. Therefore, you knew that he knew he was fully conscious of the way he clung to you, which only meant that his affections with you were not entirely inspired by the alcohol that was leaving his system.

You couldn’t blame his behavior on his intoxication anymore, and the notion frightened you.

You tried to break free from him anyhow, though the task was fruitless the moment you started. You pressed down onto his arms and tried to push yourself upward from his grasp, grunting and straining your throat whilst attempting to wriggle away, but you could barely budge. Hell, it didn’t even feel like Satoru was exerting any effort, especially since he was already dozing off again, and yet you were stuck.

“Satoru!” you groaned in frustration. You didn’t want him to know that you enjoyed this. You didn’t want him to know that you wanted to stay like this, wrapped into him safely and snugly with no desire to leave anytime soon. You didn’t want him to see you so clearly enamored by him in the daylight, for your gentle affections motivated by your love for him were only meant for the wee hours of the morning when he couldn’t walk in a straight light or see any less than three blurry visions of you before him.

He didn’t even give you a response this time, completely falling silent as you struggled against him and you exhaled loudly, agitated with your predicament. Thanks to your weakness for your best friend, you had missed class and now by the looks of it, you were going to miss your second class too. You knew Gojo wasn’t getting up any time soon, and he wasn’t letting you out of his bed either.

You sighed again, falling limp against him and giving in to your fate. You pouted slightly, slumping your cheek against the pillow as Satoru’s breaths fanned soothingly against your ear, chest rising and falling against your back.

Little did you know, however, Satoru was now wide awake, feeling you, breathing you in, taking in the opportunity that presented itself to him. He knew that the moment you were aware of his full consciousness, you’d force that line of friendship between the two of you again, leaving your gentle caress of his face in the past as you proceeded into the day like nothing happened, like you were friends and that was all there was to it, and sure, perhaps friends found themselves in predicaments where they’d touch each other or lay with each other in a platonic fashion.

But Satoru didn’t want your platonic affection. He didn’t want this moment to fade away into thin air like your intimate moments always did the night following his drinking. He didn’t want the tenderness in your voice to be replaced by that harsh, yet playful teasing you always showed him and he showed you, and Suguru, and Shoko in return.

Yes, he drank to feel unburdened by the weight he carried as “the honored one” every day, but he also drank to be close to you, to find excuses to long for you openly, to capture the way you took care of him when he rendered himself incapable.

Then, Satoru.

You rarely ever called him Toru when he was sober, always addressing him by his full name as though it was a necessity, that damn barrier that stood between the two of you was there was more. He hated it.

Satoru Gojo knew he was the best from a very early age. He knew that he would have to struggle with very little throughout his life, and that amongst skills and sorcery, popularity and girls would follow like second nature. He was a teenager, and he reveled in the attention from all areas, but when it came to you, he was just far weaker, completely forgetting that any girl would have killed to be his girlfriend and trailing around behind you like a lovesick puppy.

Still, since he was always so inebriated when you took care of him, he never fully understood why you were so doting upon him. He remembered bits and pieces from the previous night, fragments that came together more easily than memories from other nights where he had been far more wasted. He could still see your face clearly, feel your hands on his face, your fingers brushing his chest. It was all becoming rather clear in his head again, and he wanted to return to that. He didn’t want to let that go, because maybe you cared for him this way and allowed him to cuddle up to you through the night because you felt something for him greater than friendship.

Even that morning, you could have forced your way out somehow (not really, because Satoru was incredibly stubborn), and yet you allowed him to take over and keep you close. You allowed him to possibly lead you to miss your next class. You allowed him to hug you tight to him, relinquishing any willpower to fight against him. Why?

“Satoru,” you spoke up again softly, and he twitched, unable to not respond to the way your voice sounded calling his name. “I know you’re awake.”

His lips curled upward slightly though his eyes still remained closed. “I’m not,” he murmured.

Hearing him speak to you coherently and prove that he had indeed been fully aware of what he was doing the whole time like you initially suspected had you internally fuming. “You asshole,” you hissed, and he chuckled, his abdominals tensing rigidly against your back and his fingers brushing the hem of your shirt with the action.

You flushed, holding your breath. “It’s not funny, we’re already behind today. Come on, let’s go,” you frowned, moving to push free from him again but once more, but his embrace tightened and he shook his head against you. “Stop messing around!”

“I don’t wanna get up yet,” he said as though his explanation were simple, and in truth, he thought it was. There was nothing else for him to really say.

“That’s too bad. We have class!” you fumed, releasing another groan when he still refused to release you. You tried to shift around to at least face him, but it was no use. “Satoru! Get off of me!”

A sense of irritation overcame the said boy in reaction to your demand. You were acting as though you hadn’t willingly slept through the night with him. Why? Why didn’t you want him to know that you enjoyed this?

“Don’t act like that,” he mumbled huskily and you furrowed your brows.

“Act like what? Responsible?”

“No. Don’t act like you don’t want to stay here too.”

You froze, struggling momentarily to process what he had said. Had you made your feelings too obvious? “Wh- Satoru, I’m just saying that we’re late and we need to get up. I still have to shower.”

“I don’t care,” he sighed out. He tugged you back, using the grip he already had around you to flip you over within his hold and tuck you to his chest by the back of your head. He kept his leg obnoxiously thrown over your hip, now hugging onto you in a childish manner. “We’re gonna rot here together for a few more hours.”

You made a noise of surprise, vision shielded by his shirt. You pressed your hands into his hard shoulders, pushing to move him away. “No we’re not,” you whined. “Quit being so annoying, let me go!”

“Ugh,” he groaned grumpily into your hair, leading you to raise a brow and lean back to look up at him.

“What the hell are you groaning about? You’re the one holding me hostage.”

“It’s nothing,” he said, and for the first time that morning, you could see his sapphire orbs peeking through his lashes, peering down at you with a hint of frustration and fatigue. “I’m just hungover and you’re talking too much.”

“Well, I’d talk less if you let go of me, idiot.”

Satoru stared down at you for a long moment, as though studying every part of your face and analyzing the meaning behind your expression. Your brows drew together further as you looked back up at him, caught in his gaze with confusion splayed over your face.

“What?”

You could feel his grip finally grow lax around you, embrace loosening yet his hands still stayed on the small of your back and his leg still over yours. His subtle release allowed you to pull away a bit more, taking a better view of his face leaned against the pillow. “I just wish you would be more like you were last night sometimes,” he said rather calmly, and you lifted your brows in shock.

“Huh?” you breathed. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?”

Suddenly, he was smirking down at you lazily, lips curved into that devilish smile that caught the hearts of hundreds. You hated when he smiled at you like that, because you knew that just like the rest of them, that smile had you absolutely whipped.

“I think we should stop stalling and get ready for class,” you tried to change the subject. Satoru’s smile dimmed slightly, a fleck of disappointment simmering in his gaze. He turned his head to face the ceiling and threw his arm over his eyes, lifting it from your body and his leg along with it.

“Fine,” he grunted. “Go ahead.”

“Thank you,” you huffed, moving to slide over the covers and out from Satoru’s arm, which fell limply to the bed as you rose to your feet on the floor. Neither one of you mentioned the way the cold enveloped your bodies when you withdrew, nor how you both sought the warmth that had been consuming the two of you just moments prior.

You stretched your arms out and leaned over, scrunching your face as a few cracks resounded in your back. Satoru lifted his arm carefully to watch the movement, as you tilted your head to either side and raised your arms above your head, shirt lifting ever so slightly to reveal a hint of your bare back. His lips tightened and ears burned, arm moving back over his eyes.

Seconds after, you turned over your shoulder to take a glance at Satoru’s lounged state, limbs still sprawled out everywhere. You felt guilty for a second, forcing yourself to leave him like this, but what exactly was there to feel guilty for? Satoru was your friend and you needed to get up to actually get some work done and go to school. There was nothing wrong with you pointing that out, and yet, the idea of leaving Satoru’s room to go back to your own felt like shit.

You quickly moved to the other side of the room to grab the pain medicine you always kept stored by the window for this very occasion. You leaned over Satoru to place the bottle on top of his abdomen. The white haired boy looked down then back up at you.

“Take that for your headache,” you told him. “And there’s water on your nightstand, okay? I’ll see you in a few, I’m gonna go get ready.”

“(Y/n),” Satoru called you before you could gather your sweatshirt and keys from the floor. You turned over your shoulder mid-movement to watch him sit up, coursing his fingers through his hair with his arm propping him up behind him.

He was so pretty, with his sleepy eyes and his sloppy t-shirt hanging over his shoulder. He rubbed his eye then met your gaze, face blank and brows set low.

“You didn’t really answer my question from last night,” he said after a few seconds.

“...Which question? You say a lot when you’re drunk, you know,” you tried to laugh it off, fully aware of what Satoru was referring to.

“Oh really? Then let me remind you.”

Gojo moved to sit at the edge of the bed similar to how he had hours before, early in the morning. He patted the space next to him loudly.

“I was sitting right here, you were standing here in front of me helping me change, and then I asked you why you always take care of me. You said it was because we’re friends, and then I said it wasn’t the same as how ‘friends’ take care of each other,” he walked you through the events matter-of-factly, blinking up at you with an innocent expression.

“Okay, first of all,” you placed your hand on your hip. “I literally did answer your question. Second, how the hell do you remember all of that so well? Don’t tell me your memory is usually that good when you wake up with a hangover.”

“No, last night it just wasn’t as bad. Why, ‘there something you’ve been hiding?” he teased you slightly and you scoffed.

“You wish.”

Satoru sighed and leaned his chin in his hand. “And no, you didn't really answer. Not the full question. You never addressed the second part of what I said.”

“Because it’s not relevant, Satoru. I take care of you because we’re friends.”

“And I told you that doesn’t make sense.”

“How?” you made a strange face, feeling yourself grow defensive under Satoru’s gaze and his observations. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation, and it was starting to make you nervous. “Do you want me to say I take care of you when you’re drunk for some other reason?”

The white haired student tilted his head slightly, strands of hair falling into his sight across his forehead. He pursed his lips, studying you. “I don’t know, it just depends if there actually is some other reason.”

You scrunched your nose as the two of you stared at each other from opposite ends of the room. The longer you looked at him, a smile slowly spread onto his face as though he couldn’t stay serious.

“I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not right now,” you murmured, slimming your eyes as you eyed him down.

“I’m-I’m being serious,” he chuckled lowly, snatching up the pain bottle into his hand to open it and pop one into his mouth. “See, you even know to make me take this when I wake up,” he said, grabbing his water and lifting the open bottle to his lips.

“Because this happens a lot,” you crossed your arms.

“I know, silly, that’s why I asked the question in the first place.”

“Well, what about you? You’re the one always calling for me when you drink,” you deflected the attention onto him to take the heat away from you. “Care to explain why you do that, hm? Is that just a ‘friend’ thing?”

“I asked you first, (Y/n),” Satoru grinned, tossing his now sealed water aside to stand slowly so as to not further aggravate the minor ache in his head. “Don’t try to change the subject.”

“I’m just saying. I don’t mind it, obviously, but it’s always me you end up asking for.”

Satoru walked up to you slowly. “Because I care about you,” he said, soft smile still resting on his face.

You looked up at him confusingly, skin warm as he gazed down at you with an air of gentle kindness. “I care about you too, Satoru, which is again why I don’t mind always taking care of you. We’re friends.”

Friends.

The word hung in the air like a lingering smell, one that took several hours and numerous open windows to rid a room of. You were always so quick to remind him that you were friends, that your love for him was the love of a friend for a friend, and while he harbored that same love for you, it didn’t feel right.

He loved Suguru as a friend. He loved Shoko as a friend, but you… he loved you as a friend, of course, but he desired more from you. There was a childish need within him to stay by your side, to metaphorically tug at your pig tails then turn around and hold your hand as the two of you walked to class. He wanted his isolated path to greatness to be accompanied by your presence, close, sweet, full of laughter and shy smiles and soft touches and swift kisses. He wanted you to take care of him though he knew he needed no one.

He needed you.

And as more than just a friend.

But as confident as Satoru was with himself and his abilities in charming anyone, he had no idea how to go about addressing his feelings for you. Satoru knew how to joke, and as your friend, he knew how to push your buttons, and he did absolutely know how to care for you, but he did not know how to make you see how much he wanted to be with you. He danced around the idea because that was all he knew how to do. Deep down, when it came to you, he was a coward, a scared shitless kid in love with one of his closest friends with no way of understanding what it looked like to tell you.

Satoru scratched the side of his chin when he approached you, smile fading due to his inability to properly handle the thoughts that were running through his brain. “So that’s all?”

You pressed your lips together, heart fluttering when his eyes dashed down to your lips then back up to your eyes. “Yes?”

“...And we should just move on from everything that happened last night?”

“I mean, I guess so. Nothing really… happened per say.”

No, nothing happened. Not him pulling you close by your waist, or him calling you pretty, or you calling him love, or him keeping his hands on you in some way the entire time you were with him.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Then I guess you should go get ready for class.”

You hesitated, unable to look away from the boy before you. “…Alright,” you mumbled. You stayed in front of him for one more moment before turning to open the door. Your hand reached for the handle when you paused, something nagging at you, keeping you from leaving though you had been pleading for Satoru to let you go earlier.

“Did you want to talk about something in particular?” you asked quickly when you turned back around. Satoru looked at you befuddled for a moment, then he smiled warmly again.

“Didn’t we just do that?”

“I don’t know, it just seems like there’s something on your mind that you’re not saying.”

“I could say the same thing about you, (Y/n).”

You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, stomach fluttering with butterflies. “…You called me pretty last night.”

Satoru’s smile softened and his expression mellowed out, cheeks tinting a light pink. “Because you are.”

“But… did you say that, like- cause you were drunk?”

“No, I said it because you’re pretty.”

Your hands flew to your shirt as you twirled the fabric sleeping nervously in your fingers. Satoru’s eyes flickered down at the sight, taking note of all your nervous habits.

“Why did you want me to stay with you last night?”

Satoru sighed, looking down momentarily. “Cause I like having you around,” he told you. “You make me feel safe.”

“I do?” you asked, sounding a tad bit more hopeful than you intended.

“When I’m drunk especially, yeah.”

“And that’s why you always call me when you drink?”

“…I think so,” he said earnestly, a look of severity taking over his previous smile. “I also like the way you look after me. I like how you talk to me.”

“How do I talk to you?”

“Like we’re something more than friends,” he blurted out and your eyes went wide. Satoru didn’t take long to mimic your reaction, his own eyes widening when he registered his own words.

He clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides, knocking them against his legs awkwardly.

“Sorry, I guess I just…” he narrowed his brows and looked away from you nervously. You had never seen this side of Satoru before, the way he fidgeted anxiously and avoided the eye contact with you that he always sought. “I don’t know.”

“I always take care of you when you drink because I like doing it,” you confessed abruptly, catching Satoru’s immediate attention. “I like feeling like you need me sometimes.”

Satoru gave you a perplexed look. “What do you mean?”

“You know… in school, you don’t exactly need my help or anyone else’s at that matter. You’re the strongest. If the only time you need me is when you drink, then I’ll gladly help just to feel like I can do something for you.”

The blue eyed seventeen year old clenched his jaw as he took in your words, having never known that you felt that way. “I don’t just need you when I drink, (Y/n),” he said lowly. “That’s not how I view you at all.”

You shuffled slightly on your feet. “Okay…” you trailed off. “Then how do you view me?”

Satoru scratched the back of his head. For the first time, you could see the way he flustered before you when he was sober, exhibiting similar mannerisms as the boy who could only speak in slurred gibberish, the same behaviors that you had believed to only be displayed when he didn’t know what he was saying or doing.

“I can’t put it into words,” he started. “All I know is that I start to lose my mind when you get so soft with me. I don’t want you to stop doing that. I never wanted that to just be something you do when I’m drunk.”

Was this… a confession?

Your entire body was tingling as the two of you watched each other with bright eyes and heated faces, unsure of really what to say but with a million words desperately clawing to break free after having been concealed for so long. You didn’t know what to think. Your mind didn’t want to fall for what Satoru appeared to be saying to you, but your heart was thrashing, jumping and bursting with every glimmer in the boy’s clear eyes and the freshness in his gentle, honest tone.

“What does that mean?” you asked stupidly, mind a blur.

An ocean haze melted over you. Satoru knew it was dumb to let himself fall so easily in this world of curses, in this world where he remained at the top while everyone else including you watched from the bottom, but he didn’t care. He should’ve thought more about the risks, but he couldn’t.

All he could think about was how he never wanted to live in a world without you by his side. Selfishly, he loved you. Selfishly, he clinged to you like a boy to his childhood crush.

You didn’t notice how he ended up directly in front of you, looking down at you from inches away. This felt so strange to you, examining him in such a light that wasn’t dimmed by a drunken stupor.

Satoru looked down, slowly, hesitantly reaching out to grab your forearm gently. You allowed him, his slender fingers wrapping over your wrist and sliding down to your palm, cupping your hand gently within his. His skin was hot, thumb swiping over the back of your hand as he stared intently at the motion.

“Answer my question for real now,” he whispered, looking up at you. “Tell me why you always look after me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You almost felt intoxicated yourself, captured by Satoru’s touch and gaze in the light of day. “Because… I…”

Satoru’s head ducked down gradually, the movement so slow it was hard to even notice. Against your mind, your body was moving along with him, chin tilting up shyly as the warmth of his hand and his eyes on yours and his voice asking you why you loved him melted your resolve.

The air stilled, time ticking closer and closer toward your next class, but you had completely forgotten and Satoru couldn’t have cared less as his face neared yours just as it had that night, lids lowering over lazy eyes as he tugged your hand closer to him, leading you to take a few careful steps further in.

You had loved Satoru for as long as you’d known him, as your friend, as a person, as a sorcerer, and as something beyond that. You never believed your feelings to be reciprocated, for there was only one Satoru Gojo, and he was granted with the gift of everything. As a boy with everything, you did not think that there was anything more your feelings could give him. Not when you were one of many who loved him, and he was the only one of himself.

Nevertheless, you never considered the fact that the strongest boy could have separated you from everyone else, could have viewed you as the only one of yourself. You never even bothered to entertain the idea that you were as special to him as he was to the world.

Your lips were touching his lightly before you could further ponder anything else, soft lips pressing into each other carefully as though the two of you were afraid to push any further. At the moment of contact, you shivered, eyes fluttering closed as the world around you bursted into color.

The two of you pulled away with a soft smack as quickly as you had kissed, looking at each other with shocked discovery, read beaten faces, and dancing hearts.

Satoru wasn’t drunk, but he stared at you as though he was, pupils wide and eyes full.

Eventually, he grinned, shiny teeth bearing and eyes crinkling as he lifted his hand to the side of your face, giddy and buzzing with teenage fervor. “Well?” he pushed, referring to the still unanswered question that lingered in the air.

You blinked, still stunned by what had just taken place as Satoru beamed down at you cheekily. You let out a short amused, nervous breath, corners of your mouth curling with a stunned half smile.

“Because I like you, you idiot,” you sighed and he laughed, pushing himself forward to bump your forehead into his.

“Thank god,” he chuckled, and suddenly, you were giggling along with him, shaky and happy and woozy with delight.

The two of you, naturally, missed all of your classes that day having spent your time within each other’s company, making up for lost time, exchanging once-secret stories of hidden affections, and making fun of each other for failing to see just how infatuated with one another the two of you had always been, kissing, cuddling, hugging, smiling.

You were met with a series of missed calls from Suguru and Shoko followed by a rather intense ass-beating/lecture from Yaga once the day had come to an end, Shoko and Suguru watching from nearby, but it was worth it to finally know that those intimacies shared during nights full of drunken were the manifestations of true, real, harbored feelings.

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— MOST TO LEAST LIKELY TO GO TO MCDONALDS WITH YOU AT 3 AM : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] twisted wonderland characters that would accompany you to mcdonalds at 3 am

[characters] all (romantic) + ortho (platonic)

[disclaimer] this post talks about food a lot and mentions of unhealthy food (in vil's and riddle's part)

[extra] i'm having way too much fun writing character's reactions

── Most likely

★﹕LILIA VANROUGE

Bold of you to assume he was sleeping in the first place. Lilia was playing the equivalent of Overwatch in Twisted Wonderland when you suddenly asked him to go to the nearest McDonald's. He agreed instantly, and now you're both on a date, with you eating fries and Lilia eating a strawberry sundae and a cheeseburger..

★﹕ORTHO SHROUD (platonic)

He agreed instantly. Can robots even feel tired in the first place? Ortho will search on the internet for coupons and promos, but first let him equip his eating gear; he wants to eat too. Everything for his best friend. By the way, he wants to buy something for Idia too.

★﹕ROOK HUNT

Rook got out of bed even before you even mentioned you wanted to go out, he woke up when he felt you were awake. Rook is a light sleeper; he can even feel when you wake up to go to the bathroom. If you really want a meal at McDonald's, who is he to say no? It makes him happy to see you happy, but he will stare while drinking his strawberry shake. Not a "I'm judging you" stare, but a "I like to see you enjoy your meal" stare.

★﹕MALLEUS DRACONIA

He has probably eaten McDonald's at least once because Lilia bought the whole of Diasomnia burgers. Alright, you're both going. Yes, he's still a little confused over why you would crave a really cheap burger at 3 am, but Malleus doesn't even care; the burgers are good and he enjoys indulging in human customs, plus he gets to see you smile. The only bad thing is that the employees got the fright of their lives when they saw the literal prince of Briar Valley enter the restaurant.

★﹕SILVER

Still sleepy, he agreed. There are times when he randomly awakes during the night, so he might as well spend it with you, even if it was at a fast food restaurant at 3 am. He'll order an iced coffee and some fries and listen to you while you speak about whatever comes to mind. You'll both have to make it quick though, he may fall asleep there, and you both need to get back before classes start.

★﹕DEUCE SPADE

He didn't even understand what you were saying; his mind was still foggy from being woken up so late. He said yes, not knowing what he was agreeing with, but a few minutes later he realized what he agreed to. Deuce, not wanting to have gotten your hopes up only for him to say no, got up and accompanied you anyway. He still enjoyed himself though, as long as he is with you, he's happy.

★﹕RUGGIE BUCCHI

He's tired because of how many errands Leona made him do yesterday, but you know what? He will still go. Food is food, and he could never refuse it. Leona lets him grab his credit card anyway, so order whatever you want, Leona will pay, even if he doesn't know that. It's not like he checks his credit card's expenses, so don't worry about it.

★﹕JACK HOWL

When he confessed to you a few months ago, he didn't expect that would mean signing up for you waking him up in the middle of the night, asking him to accompany you to eat fast food outside of campus. Still, he's your boyfriend, and he can't let you go alone, it's dangerous. Even if he doesn't feel like ordering anything, he will sit there with you until you finish your meal, chatting with you in the meantime.

★﹕ACE TRAPPOLA

You're lucky he loves you too much; he would have said no if you were another person. So now Ace is sitting at McDonald's, almost falling asleep while eating some nuggets. That one song they keep replaying will haunt him in his dreams; it got stuck in his head for like, a week. Riddle reprimanded him the next day for falling asleep during history class.

★﹕CATER DIAMOND

Out of everything he could have expected a person to say at 3 am, it certainly wasn't "I want to go to McDonald's". Cater takes a selfie with you inside and uploads it to his Magicam story, the close friends one, so Riddle doesn't realize he wasn't at the dorm. He still has no idea how you came up with this, but ok, it was for the funsies.

★﹕JADE LEECH

You're certainly unpredictable, aren't you? Jade stared at you for a good minute until he just got up, got changed, and went with you. Floyd has done weirder stuff during one of his mood swings; what harm can going to McDonald's do? He doesn't feel like cooking that late anyway. Just don't tell Azul you're both going to the competition, okay?

★﹕EPEL FELMIER

He had you repeat what you said twice to make sure he was hearing you correctly. You want to do what? Let him go back to sleep, please. Okay, whatever, he will accompany you, but make it quick. At least that's what he said before spending the next two hours chatting with you while eating. He sadly got caught by Vil when he came back. Rook snitched.

★﹕SEBEK ZIGVOLT

No, he has to make sure nobody attacks Malleus while he's sleeping. But with some reassurance from Lilia (and him asking Sebek to bring him a burger) and his love for you, he decided to accompany you. He'll ask for the biggest burger since he has a big appetite. He did enjoy it at the end; 10/10 would do it again (but he won't say that out loud).

★﹕KALIM AL-ASIM

He doesn't mind that you woke him up, and he would like to go, but there's a small problem: he isn't allowed to go anywhere without Jamil, which means he would need to wake him up. Jamil wouldn't be happy about that, and Kalim doesn't want to bother him either. So you both just order takeout and give the delivery guy a very generous tip.

★﹕IDIA SHROUD

Idia was awake, but he really doesn't want to go, and he's also farming for an event. Great, now he's craving McDonald's too. If you really want to go, you can have Ortho accompany you, but please bring him a chicken sandwich and some fries. You can use his debit card to pay.

★﹕TREY CLOVER

... What? What did you even dream about to crave McDonalds so late at night? Trey says you both can go on the weekend if you really want to, but go back to sleep, please. There's an important exam tomorrow, and you'll both be in trouble if you suddenly fall asleep in the middle of it.

★﹕FLOYD LEECH

He was not in a good mood after being woken up in the middle of the night. Floyd won't let you go, squeezing you so hard that you can't even move away from the bed. You're not going anywhere the whole night, and if you still want the meal, you can order some in the Mostro Lounge tomorrow.

★﹕LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

It's 3 am, what the heck. Leona says Ruggie can buy you some tomorrow; ask for as much as food as you want, but not at 3 am. He will fall asleep on top of you, so you can't even move, just in case you try to sneak out while he sleeps.

★﹕JAMIL VIPER

No, please, he's tired. He did so much work yesterday: laundry, cooking, folding clothes, tutoring Kalim, paperwork for an upcoming event, and preparing for an exam. He just wants to rest for at least a few hours. Go back to sleep, please. He promises he'll cook you a burger with some fries tomorrow. His cooking is way superior to fast food anyway.

★﹕RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"No, that's unhealthy", he says. Somebody buy him a happy meal or something, Riddle has probably never eaten fast food in his life. Either way, there's class tomorrow, and he would never forgive himself if he arrived late to a lesson. So no, you aren't going anywhere.

★﹕AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Why would you want to eat at McDonalds when he has a literal restaurant? Are you trying to buy from the competition? Now Azul is offended at 3 am, so offended that he dragged you to the kitchen to make you a meal resembling the McDonald's one just to prove Mostro Lounge's food is better.

★﹕VIL SCHOENHEIT

Excuse you? Not only did you interrupt his beauty sleep, but you want to go eat McDonald's'? It's 3 am, please go back to sleep or you'll get dark circles. Lack of sleep is bad for your skin, and he won't take the risk, much less to eat unhealthy food.

── Least likely

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