#chicago by Michael Jackson

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

"𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚"

Synopsis: In the heart of Chicago, under the glow of city lights and the weight of unspoken truths, they were the other man. The secret, the escape, the forbidden love you could never fully claim.

Characters : gojo Satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro sukuna and choso kamo

Then there is nanami

The meeting in the Chicago bridge

It had been a long day.

Nanami Kento wasn’t the type to wander aimlessly, but that night, he found himself on a quiet bridge in the middle of Chicago, leaning against the railing, watching the water below.

And then, there was you.

You were standing a few feet away, lost in thought, your fingers gripping the cold metal. There was something about you something heavy in your expression, like the weight of the world was sitting on your shoulders.

He wasn’t the type to pry. Wasn’t the type to make conversation just for the sake of it. But before he could stop himself, he found his voice cutting through the silence.

"Rough night?"

You blinked, turning to him, startled.

Then, slowly, you smiled. "Something like that."

He nodded, looking back at the water. "Chicago has a way of making people feel small."

"Yeah." You let out a breath, your smile turning wry. "That’s why I like it here."

He glanced at you then, something unreadable in his gaze.

"Are you just visiting?"

You hesitated. Then "No. I live here. Just me."

Another lie.

And if he had known then just how much of you was a lie, maybe he would have walked away.

But instead, he nodded, offering you the quiet comfort of his presence.

And just like that, the story began.

Too fast

Nanami wasn’t the kind of man who fell easily.

Love, to him, wasn’t a whirlwind or a fever. It was a slow, deliberate thing measured and steady, built on trust.

But with you?

It happened before he even realized it.

It was in the way you laughed soft, almost secretive, like you weren’t used to being happy. The way your fingers brushed against his when you walked beside him, not quite holding his hand, but close enough that he wished you would.

It was in the quiet moments.

Late night conversations over black coffee and half-eaten pastries. The way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. The way you listened really listened when he spoke, like every word mattered.

He should have known better.

But when you leaned against his shoulder one evening, sighing as the city lights flickered around you, he felt something in him shift.

And when you whispered, "I feel safe with you," he was done for.

Because Nanami Kento had never been the kind of man who wanted much from the world.

But he wanted you.

Relationship(Forbidden Love)

Nanami had always been a disciplined man.

He believed in restraint, in thinking things through. He didn’t make reckless choices, didn’t chase things he couldn’t have.

And yet, here he was breaking all his rules for you.

It started with late nights that turned into early mornings. The kind of closeness that didn’t need words just the quiet press of your fingers against his, the way you leaned into him like you belonged there.

Then, one night, it changed.

You had both been walking along the river, your laughter still lingering in the air from some joke he had made. Then you stopped, turned to him, something uncertain in your eyes.

"Kento," you murmured.

And when you reached for him, he didn’t pull away.

Your lips met his in a hesitant kiss one that should have never happened, one that unraveled him completely.

He should have asked questions. Should have wondered why you hesitated before saying his name, why there was always a flicker of sadness in your eyes when you kissed him.

But Nanami was a man who believed in certainty.

And the way you held him, the way you needed him

It felt certain.

It felt real.

Even if it wasn’t.

The Discovery

Nanami wasn’t a man who ignored the signs.

He noticed everything the way you were always careful with your phone, the way you never let him take you home, the way your hands trembled just slightly when you told him you loved him.

But love makes fools of even the smartest men.

So he ignored the nagging voice in the back of his head. Ignored the feeling that something was off.

Until the truth slapped him in the face.

It was a normal evening. He had taken the long way home, hoping to run into you by accident something he’d never admit to doing.

And then, he saw you.

But you weren’t alone.

You were standing by a car, your expression unreadable as a man tall, familiar in a way that made Nanami’s stomach twist reached out to touch your face.

Your husband.

Nanami felt his heart crack before he even heard the words.

"Let’s just go home, okay?" the man said, his voice tight, controlled.

And the worst part?

You nodded.

You let him open the car door for you. You got inside. You didn’t even look back.

Nanami didn’t move. Didn’t call your name.

He just stood there, his hands curled into fists, his jaw locked so tightly it hurt.

And as your car disappeared into the night, the truth settled into his bones like a slow, cold ache.

You were never his.

And yet, he had been yours completely.

Love just makes us fools

Nanami didn’t chase after things that weren’t his.

He wasn’t a man who begged, who clung to what was already lost. That wasn’t who he was.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

But when you showed up at his door days later, your eyes red rimmed, your hands shaking, he didn’t close it in your face.

He should have.

But instead, he let you in.

You stood there in the dim light of his apartment, your arms wrapped around yourself like you were holding yourself together. And then, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it

"I love you."

Nanami inhaled sharply, his hands curling at his sides.

"Don’t," he said, his voice quieter than he wanted it to be.

"It’s the truth," you whispered.

He let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. "The truth? The truth is that you went home to him." His voice cracked, just slightly. "You chose him."

"I—" You stopped yourself, biting your lip. "It’s not that simple."

"Yes, it is." He took a step forward, his jaw tight, his heart hammering against his ribs. "If you love me, leave him."

You didn’t answer.

You couldn’t.

And that was all he needed to know.

He exhaled, slow and heavy, running a hand down his face. Then, in a voice that was barely more than a whisper

"Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll walk away."

Silence.

You just stood there, your lips parted, your eyes filled with something shattering.

But you didn’t say it.

Because you did love him.

And Nanami who had spent his entire life being careful, being smart did the one thing he swore he wouldn’t do.

He stepped forward, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.

Not out of passion. Not out of lust.

But because he couldn’t walk away.

Because you had already ruined him.

And no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he wished he could, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Dude I created this in my mind during examination so sorry for the short burn story

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No hold on cause she said she didn't have no man?? raised the kids the very best she can!! Oh the lies...

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my brother has decided to come with me to theatre box offices and ask for playbills. we got lucky and also got a couple autographs at stage doors.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

"𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚"

Synopsis: In the heart of Chicago, under the glow of city lights and the weight of unspoken truths, they were the other man. The secret, the escape, the forbidden love you could never fully claim.

Characters : gojo Satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento , toji fushiguro and choso kamo

(Nanami's version ,Geto's version, toji's version, choso's version, sukuna's version)

First up we have gojo

The meeting at the Chicago bridge

Chicago was cold that night. The kind of cold that seeped into your bones, making you pull your coat tighter around yourself as you leaned against the railing of the bridge. The city stretched out in front of you lights flickering, cars passing below, the distant hum of life continuing as if nothing had changed.

You wished you could say the same for yourself.

"Did he leave you at the altar or something?"

A voice smooth, teasing cut through the silence. You turned your head slightly, only to find a man standing beside you, his arms resting on the railing. White hair, round shades despite the lack of sun, and a grin that was too smug for someone you had never met before.

"Excuse me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You just have that look," he continued, tilting his head toward you. "Like you’re either running from something… or waiting for someone who’s not coming."

You scoffed, shaking your head as you looked back at the skyline. "And what? You just make a habit of analyzing strangers on bridges?"

"Only the pretty ones."

His confidence was effortless, but there was something behind it something more than just charm. You should’ve ignored him, should’ve walked away. But instead, you found yourself laughing softly.

"For your information," you said, glancing at him again, "I’m not waiting for anyone. I’m just… passing through."

"Oh?" He turned his body slightly to face you. "Tourist?"

You hesitated. Then you lied.

"No. Divorced."

It was the easiest explanation. The simplest way to say I’m alone without really saying it.

His expression flickered just for a second but then he smirked. "Damn. Guess that means I have a chance then, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t leave. Neither did he.

And that was how it started.

Too fast

You weren’t supposed to see him again.

That night on the bridge should have been nothing more than a passing conversation, a fleeting moment between two strangers in a city too big for coincidences. But somehow, Gojo Satoru kept showing up.

It started small accidental run-ins that didn’t feel like accidents. A coffee shop you didn’t remember mentioning, a bookstore you swore was your secret. Each time, he’d act surprised. “Wow, we really gotta stop meeting like this, sweetheart. People might think fate’s involved.”

And each time, you stayed.

Maybe it was the way he made everything feel lighter. How he could turn a simple conversation into something effortless, something easy. You had spent so long feeling trapped Gojo was the first person in years to make you feel free.

It was dangerous.

And yet, you let it happen.

One night, it was raining soft, cold droplets soaking into your coat as you walked along the quiet street. You didn’t hear him approach, but you felt him before you saw him.

"You really like walking alone at night, huh?" His voice was warm despite the chill in the air.

You smirked, not looking at him. "You really like following me, huh?"

"Not following," he corrected. "Just… making sure you don’t get snatched up. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let that happen?"

You turned to him then, taking in the way his hair clung to his forehead from the rain, his glasses hanging off the collar of his coat. His usual cocky expression had softened just a little.

"You don’t even know me," you said quietly.

"I know enough."

It was a confession in itself. A warning you didn’t heed.

And when he stepped closer, you didn’t step back. When his fingers ghosted over your wrist, you didn’t pull away.

When he kissed you, you kissed him back.

Relationship (forbidden love)

It wasn’t supposed to turn into this.

One night became two. Two became a routine. And before you knew it, Gojo Satoru had slipped into your life like he had always been meant to be there.

It started with small things late night walks that turned into breakfast dates, his coat draped over your shoulders when you forgot your own, texts that made you smile at your phone like a lovesick teenager.

Then came the bigger things.

His apartment became familiar the scent of coffee and something distinctly him clinging to the air. His touch, once teasing and fleeting, became something else entirely.

Possessive. Intimate. Worshiping.

"Stay the night," he murmured one evening, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare shoulder as you lay tangled in his sheets.

You should have said no. You should have reminded yourself that this was dangerous. That this was wrong.

Instead, you turned to him, brushing your lips against his jaw. "Okay."

And that was all it took.

He loved you recklessly. With laughter that filled every room and kisses that left you breathless. He memorized the way you liked your coffee, the songs that made you hum under your breath. He held you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

You told yourself it was okay. That it wasn’t hurting anyone.

But every time your phone buzzed with a message you couldn’t answer in front of him, every time you slipped out of his bed before the sun rose before he could wake up and pull you back in you knew.

You knew this couldn’t last.

You just didn’t know how much it would hurt when it fell apart.

The Discovery

Gojo wasn’t stupid.

You could fool yourself into thinking he was oblivious too carefree, too playful to notice the cracks forming in the perfect little world you built together. But deep down, you knew.

He had started noticing the way your phone was always on silent when you were with him. How you never let him pick you up or drop you off at your place. How there were parts of your life you never let him touch.

And yet, he never asked. Maybe because he was scared of the answer.

But fate was cruel, and the truth always found a way to surface.

It happened on a cold evening, much like the night you met.

You had just left his apartment, wrapped in the warmth of his hoodie, your lips still tingling from his goodbye kiss. You barely noticed the car pulling up beside you, the familiar sound of a window rolling down.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Your heart stopped.

Slowly, you turned and there he was.

Your husband.

He looked furious, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. Your stomach twisted as you took a step back, your mind scrambling for an excuse. A lie.

"I was-"

"Don’t," he snapped. "Just get in the car."

Your hands trembled as you reached for the door handle. You didn’t want this to happen. You didn’t want it to end this way.

But the worst part?

Gojo had been watching.

He was standing by his window, his hand still in his pocket, the usual playful smirk completely gone from his face. His eyes uncovered, piercing, devastatingly blue watched as you got into the car.

And for the first time since you met him, Gojo Satoru didn’t chase after you.

Love just makes us fools

Gojo didn’t show up for days.

Not at the café where he used to meet you. Not on the late night streets where he used to "accidentally" bump into you. Not even at the bridge where it all started.

You had lost him.

But then, one night, he found you first.

You barely made it two steps out of your building before you felt it his presence. A warmth in the cold night air, something familiar and suffocating all at once.

"You really had me fooled, huh?"

His voice came from the shadows, smooth but hollow. And then he stepped into the streetlight Gojo Satoru, looking nothing like the man who used to kiss you like you were his whole world.

Now, he just looked tired.

"Satoru"

"Don’t," he cut in, his hands in his pockets, his usual cocky smirk nowhere to be seen. "Just answer one thing for me."

You swallowed hard. "Okay."

He took a step closer. Then another. And when he spoke again, his voice was quieter. Almost fragile.

"Tell me you don’t love me."

Your breath hitched.

"Say it," he whispered. "Say you don’t love me, and I’ll walk away. I swear it."

It would be easier if you could. If you could just lie, let him hate you, let him move on.

But you couldn’t.

Because you did love him.

So you just stood there, your silence answering for you.

Gojo let out a soft, bitter laugh, looking away. Then, before you could stop him, he reached for you one hand on the back of your neck, the other gripping your waist and kissed you.

Not soft. Not sweet. Desperate.

Like he was trying to memorize you. Like he was trying to carve himself into your soul so you’d never forget him.

And when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven.

"You make it really fucking hard to leave, sweetheart."

And that’s how you knew

He wasn’t going anywhere.

I had this idea while I was in my exam hall like shit it was so good i just had to write this story, as soon as I reached my house.

I m know it's a bit fast and short but bear with me actually it was so long I had to shorten it and that's what you got muhehe I wrote all the characters so don't worry

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She watched as the woman walked the length of the train carriage for the second time, turned around and looked straight in her direction. Beatrice's heart started beating wildly inside her chest as the woman smiled and walked up to her.

– I'm pretty sure I've passed by you at least once. - the beautiful lady spoke with an embarrassed smile and Beatrice was entranced.

All she could manage was a nod and observe as the woman got a hold of her whereabouts. This was her travelling companion for the next three hours, she was fucked.

She was angelic, smiling through the whole process it took her to lower a suitcase and traveling bag by her feet and remove her shawl. Only then did Beatrice realise that she wasn't travelling alone, underneath the wraps of her shawl was a small toddler, peacefully sleeping wrapped up in a contraption Beatrice had never laid eyes on, granted she hadn't spent much time around women with small children nor children for the matter.

It gave her a certain pause, she looked around them, waiting with bathed breath for the other part of this travelling duo, expecting a husband or a boyfriend, maybe a wife, if she was being hopeful that this strange woman could be into woman also.

Several minutes passes by them as she observed, mesmerised, as the brunette woman cooed, talked and played with her daughter. She decided to engage, for lack of better judgement.

– You have a very adorable travelling companion.

Beatrice smiled shyly at the woman who looked at her startled but managed to smile nonetheless: – I'm Beatrice. She held out her hand for a shake.

– I'm Ava. - their hands clasped and a little jolt of electricity passed them at the union, they let go immediately - This bundle of joy here is Saoirse.

– It is very nice meeting you. - she took the toddlers small hand in a playful handshake and her voice took on a higher pitch - And you too miss Saoirse, the best travelling companion.

– You have children? - Ava asked her watching the cute interaction fondly.

– Oh, no, I have not.

Beatrice scratched her neck laughing awkwardly as she straightened herself from her hunched position playing with baby Saoirse. She had never had much interest in interacting with children but for some reason this baby had pulled her in with her rosy chubby little cheeks and her enthusiastic babbling.

– She likes you. - Ava lowered her eyes to her daughter who managed to pull the other woman's hand to herself again - She is never friendly with strangers.

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