#i was laughin while typin dis one

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Hi! Um I don't know if you can do this, but I'd like to see an au where playboy toru doesn't get the reader or at least if they break up and she's dating another guy and see toru's reaction.

Would he be jealous or would he be like "Good riddance" it's been on my mind for a few days and I can't get it out 😭🤭

Love your works btw :3

"what's going on?" suguru asks a sulking satoru. the giant had strolled his way into suguru's room while the dark haired man read up on his science textbook.

satoru plops his body down onto suguru's bed, face first. "shweeelefuuhffmweeefworrrguuud." whatever satoru is saying is unintelligible which makes suguru roll his eyes. he had an important test coming up and had no time for satoru's games right now.

"i can't understand you." suguru tells satoru with a sigh. he sets his book down beside him on the bed. he crosses his arms while looking over at his bestfriend.

slowly, satoru lifts his head to look at his companion. "she left me." he tells him before plopping his face back down.

"which she? the one you're with all of the time?" suguru asks. "the one who cried when she called you daddy in front of us?" he continues to try to match a face to the supposed 'she'.

satoru tilts his head so that his chek rests onto the mattress instead of his entire face. "yeah, bun." he confirms.

"why'd she leave you?" suguru questions. he already knows it's going to be because of satoru did something stupid or selfish, maybe even both.

satoru shifts his position so that he's laying on his back. he scratches the side of his neck anxiously before he begins retelling what happened.

"so, me, her, and choso. we're all standing in the kitchen laughing and shit. and then the topic shifts to me and her, sukuna starts asking her all these lovey dovey ass questions. she was blinded and didn't see that he was doing it out of entertainment, and not because he actually cared." satoru explains. he pauses and inhales a heavy breath as if something's weighing him down. "so then, sukuna asks me if i love her. and shit, suguru she's looking all hopeful there were practically hearts in her damn eyes, so i say yes. and then he asks me if i'm willing to do whatever it takes to stay with her. and i just paused and accidentally answered honestly."

"what did you say in response?" suguru asks boredly.

"i was like, uhhh nahhh. but then i looked over, and she was on the verge of tears. so i tried to play it off by saying i'm just playing but she was already storming off by then. and now, i'm blocked on everything." satoru recounts.

suguru pauses and stares at satoru. "you're a fucking idiot." he tells him plainly.

"that happened a week ago. and now, i'm seeing her around with this guy. she was always laughing and smiling with him. trhe shit is driving me insane. i bet he can't even fuck her how i fuck her." satoru begins grumbling about all of the flaws he's noticed about the guy.

suguru cuts satoru off. if he lets him continue, he'd be ranting for hours. "how have you been feeling since she left?"

"i care, sorta. y'know she was sweet as fuck. and that pussy is to die for. if i find out they fucked i'm getting the rope." suguru tell by the way satoru stares blankly at the ceiling that he might be serious which only makes suguru roll his eyes again, just this time much harder.

"outside of her body, do you miss her as a person?"

".. yeah. i got used to her waking up in my arms, her ranting about her day, and her rubbing my scalp with her nails while we both fall asleep." suguru's eyesbrows furrow, satoru shockingly sounds both sad and genuine.

"well apologize. to her face, not through text. give her gifts you know she'd like. just make sure everything is thought out and genuine, girls like that shit. y'know she's sweet and sensitive so don't make your apology about you, make it about the topic and how you offended her." suguru has to cut himself off because if not, he'd go on for hours. he gets poetic when it comes to love.

satoru bites down on his lip as he takes his bestfriend's words into consideration. eventually, he nods and sits up. "alright, man."

as satoru walks out, he purposely makes sure to leave suguru's door cracked open just to irritate him.

"gojo satoru!"

[triumphorce]

Drawing breaths with artistry, language of thoughts fostering a nostalgic being,

sentimental siege,

All brain, all range,

Clad in plaid collages of pad paper armor,

a militia plane..

brought up from a strained mind under endless terrain,

recycled garbage,

that permeated with what i saw as empty knowledge in

 a brief education & briefer accreditation

toward two empty majors, and even briefer burst of confidence that anything I do means a fraction of what I think it does..

but I sift, gain ambition

making any situation a domain to reflect, regain strength for the fight of a life time,

per se,

my thirst trained frustration to motivation,

juggernaut toward distraught teachers who only stay cause it’s a job,

while fallen hopes betray them all, I opened faces of milli-sided halls,

Walked along, until paths became the law,

Staring into hearts of the ones who stood and taught us,

ashamed and scared to ever face the thoughts of

themselves becoming a lost cause or lost, ‘cause right when they thought that they had shit on lock,

krogan locked,

life said,

“oh, hold up”,

and dropped a thresher maw

and in reply of shock,

they wonder in awe, wandering off,

Never embrace the wisdom in days lived

No, just stay in Dis, display our failed transition, derailed intentions,

In front of Pupils, who sittin, takin in, dreaming of becoming greater than the soul before them, forever chasin,

Archin before touching the top or bottom, Circling problems, repeating hate, tried restartin,

But made it complicated, all skulls, on legendary, whilst ordained to try hardin, lost in anger,

In the fear of being forgotten, emerges a pride undefined and tainted,

Causing all in front of them to disintegrate to smithereens, pitch black pov,

Shadowed in passing past waves, condescending and ignorant, more specific,

Ignorant to the fact that they are ignorant,

Arrays of misinterpretation, radiantly radiating blame on students aging, waitin for a reason to engage in,

Or believe, instead just misbehave, but as many minds decayed, mine dismembered and delayed,

Waitin silent for the time when it was safe, training to protect and teach any who secede to conceit of others to fight back and fight with what you know is right.

Making sure drive is free of any ounce of foul bias,

Maintain a sole desire to find balance,

Weight-wise, only sided to resizing peace of minds’ states,

Seeing a single race, endless potential.

Peaks beyond our Sol’s existence.

Patrolling distant lights in skies above.

From here on I’m only speaking biased toward a pride instilled in life, no more pride in might.

Writing based on finding the right

Words to describe ideas, inscribed with The Mightiest,

Idealistic in sight’s trim, a righteous rim, finding out daily this is more of a fight than predicted,

So many objections, how to explain them becomes a drawer of cables,

Tangled cords mixed, a mess of mass discretion break away the paths’ progression,

So how to relay said hopes’n opinions with flow and rhythm has become the extract of pensive obsession

Always bounce back with direct direction, from troubles I elude by jumping up on joust equestrians to stick it out with doubt and pity, Directin weapons toward negativity to secure a victory against the likes of evil, gold medalist perfection,

Reactivate negated dreams, defibrillate any being left behind and convene in rehabilitation,

Away from lies and emerge unafraid, a lion wild when

Complying to mal-authority, forget the order of things, like a coup,

Like I’m Luke, I draw my light of truth and smite the roof caging tolerance,

Then I light the fuse leading to the point where you want to disconnect completely,

An artist’s mission; to bend “reality” around the ones leading and defend the soul without technicalities,

Non-generic talent to bring death to flawed morality, born in sin, but found that better than

Being bored, free of lore able to distinguish what is permissible

Toward myself and dismissin those who ridicule, ones who didn’t live full,

Those didn’t win fools, who focus attention on instances of chances missed,

Steady

Descending electrical currents, discharged negativity to bring

jetstream connectivity to repressed neural energy,

Trek through a universe, telepathy to the muted me, suppressed relativity of relative tales, reveal trails, look like ninetails,

My failures pale in comparison to inner murals of flames, Amaterasu lyrics, vivid paints, cel-shaded imagery to share frames of memories,

Or portraits of Watercolor flow in diction, lyrics renditions, eccentric linguist, all tomorrow and to infinity,

Distant because I’m weary to adhering decisions people try reliving,

Clearly headed to perfection and I travel gravel discarded from

Shattered mountains my mind has battled absent of intricacies,

A promise to remain a person worth the mention of words delivered,

Imprison deceit, like a prism shimmering enlightenment is released,

A schism in derivatives and who I’m changin into presently

And no more givin in, given them more than sufficient definition

Might just be a blur because of all this sprintin With letters

Resemblin a piston burst, ricocheting embedded urges off of pages, forming leaded barriers,

Thus creating that schism, separating harbored confidence and people hating,

Hoping by the time they catch me, I’ll already be ahead of

Where they didn’t think I’d step, adept enough in sabotages,

crept up like a larcenist, beg no questions, answers are always an option,

Remaining slept on but my alarm is gettin ready, bells bangin

Eyes open,  targeting instantaneously,

One above runner up, marksmen lock, C'zar in archery

When arms volley pens across tarps of bark and bleed

Words seen in endless dreams, all apart from envies, greed,

And anything tempting me to dismissing potential genius,

End up regrettin decisions, Like why I ain’t do that? Over what?

Because I believed what people said and disapproved of?

What I’m doin had me confused but not too soon after did

I see through the crafted abyss of blame, made grafted from lavish and sin did the rest become latter,

Realized the here, now I’ve appeared from dreams, clean as Casper’s seen,

Laughin while I’m rappin in my head, absent minded

To dettachments distracting me from finding time for more important matters,

typin into drafts what you view and leave the medulla interactin

With that sensation I’m attractin, producin classics, compacted in the back of minds,

Intrusive lines matched to muses alike, imported traction

To remove the fractions, causing friction, depleting factions of my blissfully factored fiction,

I abstractly live in, making peace out of the non-existent to

Apply to how I’m livin, find the light and deliver to the withered,

And despite all debatin, I ended ignorant intentions and interpretations

Erased irrelevance in a future I’m inventin, no more taking any notions

Of people’s wisdom, and I’ll admit it, what’s spoken ain’t always potent

But I stay open, so I’m given what I’m givin, disownin focus in peeps

Hopin for me to give in, consulted opinions insultin my intelligence,

Only a fifth a percent completed till I’m the person they predicted I’d be,

Redirectin high beams, still learning to finally eclipse and diminish dim

Witted people missin bigger pictures imprinted in visions emitted via

Antennas, receivin indica signals, absorbin instrumentals, mental drive,

As I instant transmission to beyond light years and I’m gone again,

Fin.