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bakugosgothhoe · 1 year ago

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So cuuuuute

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐒 & 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒— gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader summary: you have no clue how gojo managed to get that photograph of you, but what you do know is that you'll do anything to get it back. genre: fluff, friends to something more, pre-relationship, humor(?) notes: geto is tired of gojo's antics, you kiss gojo and he's an idiot wc: ~2.3k

"give it to me!"

geto pauses when he hears a familiar voice shouting, and he lifts his gaze from the ground just in time to see you tackle gojo. or try to tackle gojo.

he shakes his head when he hears gojo laugh, waving one of his arms straight up in the air as he holds something out of your reach. geto remains in his spot, throwing a glance around the park before checking his watch to try and determine if it's too late for him to bail on today's hangout.

"hey, suguru! come check this out!"

geto shuts his eyes briefly when you immediately start to punch gojo, steeling himself before slowly making his way over to the two of you. there's a glossy piece of paper held tightly in between gojo's fingers, and he waves it in geto's direction as you try your best to reach for it. it's only when he gets close enough to gojo that he realizes that he's holding a photograph, and he only sighs as gojo shoves it into his face.

"look at this!" he practically yells into geto's face, yelping when you dig your fingers into his ribcage. gojo shoves the photograph into geto's hand, pouting when he doesn't take it before deciding to scramble away from the two of you. he huffs as he points at you, giving geto a panicked look. "grab them!"

geto reluctantly listens to gojo, wrapping his arms around your waist as you thrash in his hold. your attempts to claw your way out of geto's hold fail, and you let out a frustrated huff when you realize that he's hidden his hands in the sleeves of his shirt to avoid the aggressive scratching of your nails.

"let me go!" you cry out, your voice cracking as geto tightens his hold. gojo merely watches the two of you with a smile before turning his back to you, giggling as he studies the picture in his hands. geto raises an eyebrow when he catches a glimpse of the fond look on gojo's face, and he loosens his hold on you as he tilts his head questioningly.

"why are the two of you fighting?" he asks tiredly, pulling you closer to him when you attempt to sprint out of his hold. he's almost certain that gojo's in the wrong in this situation, but that doesn't mean he wants you to go and kill his best friend.

"no reason," gojo hums, still facing away from you as he snickers.

"you liar!" you yell, moving to lunge at him before you remember geto is still holding you back. you turn to face him, eyebrows furrowed in anger as you motion towards gojo accusingly. "satoru stole one of my childhood pictures and he refuses to give it back!"

"satoru, give it back," geto says dully, sighing softly as gojo scoffs.

"what? no way!" he argues, shaking his head before facing you. "you're not getting this back."

"satoru!" geto says sharply, earning a betrayed look. gojo moves towards the two of you, irritation on his face as he holds out his hand and by extension, the photograph.

"thanks," you breathe, reaching out to grab it. your fingers barely manage to skim the edge of the glossy paper before gojo's pulling it back, cackling obnoxiously as he flicks your forehead. you freeze in geto's arms, and he finds himself wishing he had never gotten out of bed that morning as you turn to address him. "suguru?"

"yeah?"

"let me go."

geto sighs in defeat, releasing you before gently pushing you towards gojo. "yeah, okay."

you lunge towards gojo without saying anything else, and geto watches silently as gojo does his best to avoid you, weaving in between bushes and benches and laughing as you climb over them in an effort to get to him more quickly.

"satoru, just give that back to me!" you shout after him, receiving another bubbly laugh in response.

"no!"

"why do you even want that picture?" you ask, jumping off a bench and trying to grab onto his jacket. he twists out of your way, narrowly avoiding you and running around the bench to ensure that there's something between the two of you. he shrugs half-heartedly as he glances at the photograph, a faint smile tugging on his lips as he tucks it up his sleeve.

"what even is the picture?" geto asks, drawing your attention with his question. you pause slightly, eyes narrowing when gojo dissolves into giggles once more.

"it's nothing," you say hesitantly, looking down at the ground with feigned interest as you try to dismiss his question. geto hums in disbelief, doubt clear on his face as you stiffen at his reaction.

"if it's nothing, then why are you so hell-bent on getting it back?"

you remain silent, and gojo leans forward to steady himself against the bench as he keeps laughing.

"if— if you don't tell him, i will," gojo gasps out, earning a scathing glare from you.

"don't you dare!" you hiss, bending down to pick up a rock and throw it at him. he gasps when it hits his forehead, reaching up to rub at the reddening spot as he turns to whine at geto.

"you see the way they treat me?" he gripes, ignoring the way you scowl. "that's no way to treat a best friend."

"shoko's my best friend. not you," you grumble, crossing your arms when gojo all but wails at your statement. your eyes widen when you see gojo compose himself and give you a sly grin, his fingers nimbly pulling out the photo once again to show geto.

"look!" gojo exclaims, shoving the photograph into geto's space once more. a sharp cry of protest leaves your lips, but geto can't deny that he's curious to see the picture you're so adamant on hiding. there's a brief moment of silence during which geto lets his eyes wander over the photograph before raising his gaze to meet yours.

and then he laughs.

"suguru!" you cry out, jaw dropping as he stumbles back from gojo and shaking his head in an attempt to stop his laughter. he manages to compose himself briefly, breaking down into laughter once again when he steals another glance at the picture. "that's it!"

geto's eyes widen as you clamber onto the bench that had been separating you and gojo, taking a few steps back as you narrow your eyes.

"hey, remember," he starts, shrugging nonchalantly as he steps to the side. "this is all satoru's fault."

"you're right," you growl, your gaze shifting to gojo as you lunge. gojo manages to turn around just before you make contact with him, a strained yelp leaving him as you manage to finally, finally, tackle him.

geto winces as gojo's back connect with the pavement, his neck stretched forward in an attempt to keep his head from smacking against the concrete. it isn't necessary, considering the fact that you had thought to cradle gojo's head with your hand just in case that happened.

gojo scowls, ready to yell at you for knocking him down but going silent when he peers up at you over his now-askew sunglasses. you sit atop of him, the fall causing your legs to naturally fall on either side of his waist and causing you to essentially straddle his torso. your faces are mere centimeters apart, your attempt to cushion his head causing you to lean forwards in order to be able to do so. your breath catches in your throat when his nose brushes against yours, and you only pull away when you hear geto try and stifle an amused laugh.

"hey! ow!" gojo complains when you retract your hand, letting his head fall flat against the floor. you give him a flat look, wasting no time before attempting to snatch the picture out of his hand. a grin spreads across his face as he extends his arm against the ground, effectively "raising" the picture above his head and out of your reach.

you flinch when you feel his other hand grab onto your waist, doing your best to reach over his smug face and grab the photograph. his hand tightens as he tries to keep you in place, and he eventually glances to the side to send geto a pleading look.

"don't you dare butt in!" you growl at geto, still reaching out for the picture.

"help me!" gojo says, whining when you somehow manage to smack his sunglasses off his face.

"sorry," geto says unapologetically, smirking as he notices a blush crawl up gojo's neck. "i'm just enjoying the show."

"gojo," you say sharply, the use off his last name making him freeze in place. "just give me back the photograph. why do you even want it?"

"it's cute!" gojo responds. geto holds his breath at his words, watching the way you seem to falter at his reply. your glare softens the slightest bit as you look down at him and sigh softly, about to give up on your attempts and let him keep the picture, when he speaks once more. "and besides, it's good blackmail material."

geto resists the urge to slap his palm against his forehead as your glare returns, and he finds himself wondering if gojo really is that dense and stupid or if he's just really good at faking it.

deep down, he knows the answer.

"i'm just being honest!" gojo says in an attempt to defend himself from your onslaught of mild slaps.

"a little too honest," geto mutters to himself, shaking his head as gojo tries to wriggle out from under you. "and at the same time, not honest enough."

"satoru, please," you say tiredly, leaning back and poking his ribs. "what will it take for you to give me that photo?"

"a kiss," geto volunteers half-seriously, earning a horrified look from you. gojo laughs from his spot on the floor, leaning up and puckering his lips as you try to push him away.

"yeah!" he agrees. "c'mon, one kiss and the picture is yours."

his laughter continues as you huff, giving geto a glare before looking down at gojo.

"do you agree?" you ask quietly, eyes focused on gojo's face as he looks up at you with a smile. you look away after a few seconds, unable to handle the way he looks splayed out on the ground; all rosy cheeks and smiles as his eyes shine mischievously.

"agree to what?" he asks teasingly, waving the picture around. "a kiss in exchange for the picture? yeah, it's not like you'll actually kiss m—"

gojo's words get cut off as you cup his face in your hands, leaning down to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. he lets out a muffled noise, his eyes widening in surprise briefly before they flutter shut. his lips move instinctively against yours, cheeks glowing bright red as the hand on your hip moves until his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

he looks up at you dazedly when you pull away, and you avoid his eyes as you reach over and finally, finally pluck the picture from his grasp. you waste no time in standing, the arm around your waist falling limply to his side as he keeps staring. the only sound that's heard is the ripping of paper, and you move silently towards the trash can to dispose of the remains of the photograph.

you turn away from geto and gojo, embarrassment and nervousness swirling in your stomach as you realized that you just kissed gojo out of all people and geto was there to witness it all. a chime from your phone has you ignoring gojo's gaze, and you hum lightly when you see an unread message from shoko.

"shoko says she's waiting for us at the arcade," you state, finally breaking the silence. you glance briefly at gojo, feeling your cheeks heat up when you see that he's still looking at you. you turn your back to the two boys, motioning for them to follow you as you start walking away. "c'mon, we're already late."

neither one of them notices the way you lightly touch your fingers to your lips, scoffing lightly and shaking your head before walking towards the entrance of the park.

"satoru?" geto says, attempting to grab his friend's attention.

"they actually kissed me," gojo replies quietly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to look up at geto. there's a sort of sparkle in gojo's eyes that only seems to be present when you're around, and geto can't help but smile when gojo looks up at him with a goofy grin.

"yeah, they did," geto says, bending down to pick up the pair of forgotten sunglasses. he hands them to gojo when he finally stands, watching as the taller boy dusts himself off before slipping the frames back onto his face. the dark lenses do little to cover the blush on gojo's face, and geto simply turns to follow after you. "come on, loverboy."

gojo makes a faint noise of protest but otherwise remains silent as he falls into step with geto, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as exit the park. he catches your eye when they come to a stop in front of you and shoko, and he immediately look away as he feels his cheeks and ears heat up.

geto wastes no time in greeting shoko, giving her a friendly hug and messing with her hair as she swats him away. it's only when she turns to face gojo that she pauses, stifling a smile as she looks at you and geto in confusion.

"why does satoru look like a tomato?"

reblogs are appreciated <3 ty for reading !!

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