#i just know gojo would be insufferable abt this too …

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@catchuuu @staryukis @dollsuguru

proud boyfriend

[vennilavee]

23+gojo ?🤍🤍

a/n: oc and gojo need to talk abt their feelings (esp gojo), exes au, background shokohime

23: now or never kisses

kiss prompts

Gojo Satoru absolutely knew he would see you at Utahime and Shoko’s engagement party. After all, you all ran in the same circles, still. Even if you had moved away several years ago to live abroad. Utahime and Shoko wouldn’t spill a single thing about your wellbeing or your whereabouts. But he was Gojo Satoru and he knew how to keep tabs on people he cared for.

Even if he had broken the heart of the person in question.

He knows you’re doing well for yourself, living and exploring a quiet life. He knows you miss your friends and your family, and he knows you were doing this in some attempt to find yourself. Gojo has eyes everywhere but he has enough decency to physically stay away from you.

Though sometimes, he’s tempted to make the flight over and show up at your doorstep. He almost did, on the heels of his very terrible fallout with Geto. That hurt just as much as his breakup with you, if he’s being honest.

Now he has neither you, nor Geto. What a life he’s created for himself.

You always knew how to charm an entire room without batting an eyelash, even when you were in your clumsy early twenties. But now, as you enter your thirties, you don’t even have to try. Gojo is not easily impressed, but he does raise his eyebrows when he sees you walk into the reception hall in a rust, copper colored satin dress. It fits you well, giving a hint of your silhouette but leaving enough hidden to the imagination.

You turn heads, and you still don’t even realize it.

Gojo wonders if you can feel his piercing gaze on you for the duration of the reception. He stays away from you, allowing you to mix and mingle with friends you haven’t seen in years.

Probably because of him. Because he broke your heart when he told you that he could never reciprocate your love. The truth was, he was a scared boy, too overwhelmed by the depth of his own feelings for you. It scared him at the time, what he was willing to do for you.

But now… the intensity has ebbed into something a little more tame.

It was a nasty, sudden breakup. You couldn’t seem to understand it, no matter how much you asked him. Until he finally snapped with the final nail in the coffin, his eyes razor sharp and aimed to kill-

“You’re just too fucking much.”

The memory of your pretty face crumpling as your heart breaks once more is one that he has never forgotten. You had nearly spat in his face before your features twisted in anger as you yelled at him and left.

For nearly six years.

And now here you were, all pretty and wrapped up in a dress that nearly has him (and about every other man in the room) on their knees for you. You’ve said your hello’s to your friends, making a beeline to Shoko and Utahime first, of course.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you both. This day has been very long in the making,” you say, a little tearfully. You may have had a few drinks before arriving to the party. You can’t be blamed- you already know who was going to be present at the event, and even if you were completely over him… He was still insufferable.

“I know right, it took us this long to get our shit together,” Shoko says dryly and Utahime rolls her eyes.

“Better late than never,” you shrug, “You both look incredible, beautiful and happy. Have you eaten? You’ve both been busy-”

“Yes,” they reply at the same time. You ask them for a photo of the three of you as other people begin crowding around you to get a piece of them. You promise them that you’ll find them later and they nod eagerly. You smile at them before heading to the other side of the room, a little closer to the bar.

Gojo’s white hair is easily recognizable anywhere, and you do your best to avoid him when you spot him in your periphery. It’s been a long time, but… you can’t shake him, not really. It had been easy when you had been overseas, but now it’s so much more real.

Still, you do your best. And when Nanami Kento finds you and catches up with you, you’re grateful for it. You pretend like you don’t see Gojo watching the both of you from the back of the room.

It’s harmless, Gojo knows it is. It’s Nanami, after all. You’ve always considered and called him a brother to you. Nanami was one of the few people you allowed to visit you, along with Shoko and Utahime.

But Gojo is unsettled when another man approaches you. His unease grows when your eyes brighten and your lips slip into a wide smile. Gojo has no right- but you are his. He ignores the flare of irritation in his stomach, instead savoring the sugary sweetness of his cocktail.

Despite the two of you having no physical contact in a long time, that didn’t mean you both were completely cut off from each other. Especially when alcohol was involved. But even without alcohol… Gojo still felt like that person to you. He always made you feel safe and you’re no fool. You know he’s been keeping tabs on you.

You don’t know how to feel about him.

The man who was chatting you up for the last twenty minutes finally leaves. Gojo thought about stealing you away easily and sweeping you off your feet, but he waits and watches until your shoulders relax and until you’re alone.

“You got time for me?” Gojo finally asks, only standing several inches away from you suddenly. You gasp, nearly forgetting to answer as you take him in. He looks the same but not- less boy-ish and he’s grown into himself and filled out, you think.

“I guess so, pretty boy.”

You end up spending most of the evening with Gojo, catching up with him. It’s bittersweet in a nice way, you suppose. How easily you’re able to talk to each other, to make each other laugh. Well that’s what ten years of history does. You feel that familiar pull towards him, the pull that you’d managed to keep at bay when you were away. It’s always been there but you never allowed it to resurface.

Not even when Gojo eventually apologized for your shitty breakup. Not when he called you drunk and near tears over losing you. Not when you called him drunk.

But you aren’t afraid of this pull towards him the way you were back then. He’s different now. Or maybe you’re still watching him through rose-tinted glasses. But you’ve always been smart. And stronger than him.

“That man you saw me with. He asked me to get a drink later,” you murmur testily. You could move on- this entire time, you could move on. You just chose not to. You must be a masochist to subject yourself to this.

“You going?” Gojo asks nonchalantly.

“I don’t know. I could,” you reply, “I could just go and forget you.”

He knows this is it. This is the moment, the opening that he’s been looking for for the last few years. The way back to you, by your own volition.

Your eyes are sharp, imploring him to challenge you. Yeah, you’ve always been smarter than him. He chuckles.

“You telling me this is my last chance?”

“Last chance? It’s your only chance, pretty boy,” you scoff, peering at him as if you’re eating him alive with each pass of your eyes over his torso.

“God, come here, baby,” Gojo very much begs. You don’t take the step forward and instead, he closes the space between you both, cradling your face for the first time in years and years. Your knees nearly buckle but he holds you steady, slipping an arm around your waist.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he murmurs, “If this is the last time I’ll ever have you, I’m going to kiss you.”

And so he does, turning you inside out and devouring you bit by tiny bit.

tags: @kentobean @aeanya

[issamhysa]

gojo’s s/o paints his nails

yes these are short yes i came up w these giggling in my break room during my break, leave me ALONE

saturday afternoons are the best. you’re sitting on gojo’s lap watching one of his movies whilst painting your nails and gojo just goes “hey do mine next” and what are you supposed to say?? no??

you decide to alternate between black and gold on one hand and then do his other hand all black for the hell of it and he Does Not Mind™ at all like you KNOW he’s here for it.

do NOT tell me gojo wouldn’t wear his painted nails w pride. he would be so ridiculously unbearable like he’d just walk around flaunting them like they’re his pride and JOY! 

utahime and nanami are tired of him because he keeps coming over and giggling and going “look!!! y/n painted them for me!” and won’t ever shut up about it.

they know they can’t say anything about it, you know gojo’s a lil shit so he’ll just act like they’re jealous.

“i don’t blame you for being jealous! my s/o’s the best!” gojo please never change

nobara is so here for it bc ugh yes FINALLY he did something with his nails. itadori ALSO vibes with it cause they look cool (secretly asks you to paint his nails too cause he likes how gojo’s nails look <3) and megumi gets bragging rights because he’s your bestie and you paint his nails all the goddamn time so HA, take THAT gojo.

also refuses to shut up about it even tho they KNOW. gojo shut UP.

“yes sensei we saw your nails now can you please focus” “yeah but look at the STICKERS!” “yeah but we’re about to DIE!”

god forbid his nails get messed up in a fight bc he’ll be so upset :(((( he’ll pout abt how you spent so much time making his nails look pretty n then the bitch ass curse had to fuck it up!!!! the audacity!!!

will probably bitch and whine dramatically about it to the very confused curse until anger gets the best of him and he exorcises the absolute fuck outta the curse.

comes home and immediately pulls you onto his lap so you can pain them again, but this time he gets to choose the colors!!

this obviously becomes a regular thing to the point where gojo CANNOT fathom looking at his bare nails. he feels naked without them.

bonus if y’all match like the insufferable couple you two are. he WILL drag you everywhere he goes and show your matching nail polish to everybody within a 5 mile radius.