#this WILL be a short story so im just flushin out ideas :]

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the night u meet your boyfriends nerdy other half doesn't go too well... oh, well. it's not like gojo satoru can ignore you - he's in your chem lectures.

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the night geto swallowed his pride and finally referred to you as his -- his girlfriend, his fuck toy, his situation, its all interchangeable, was the night he introduced you to his 'boy' - he referred to him as. gojo satoru, deans list baby. his unlimited cheating material, and the kid who would move mountains just to see geto smile.

he has an arm draped across your shoulders at the shitty campus dive bar, not paying you any attention as his friends go on about hazings, girls they fucked and hated, and annoying ass professors who they swear are failing them purposefully.

it's all noise. you're over the moon right now, tangling your fingers in geto's longer ones. you wish he would look down and compliment the outfit you wore for him, tonight, but he's with his friends... it's okay if he didn't see you, yet.

it's what you tell yourself. it's what you always told yourself. thank god for the bare minimum.

then, you meet gojo. he slumps through the low-bearing doorway into the bar, ivory hair all ruffled out of place. suguru's still got you by the shoulders, not letting you walk more than a step away from him all night.

when he sees gojo, though, he jumps out of his seat and crowds the kid, pushing his glasses further on his nose and nit-picking at his simple outfit.

"it's just jeans and a shirt."

"but, c'mon, no effort?"

"geto," you whisper, needing to insert yourself into the situation for a few reasons: you had no idea the chem 402 nerd was the gojo he told you about, and you always thought he was the cutest.

"my bad, this is gojo. the chem major I was telling you about." there goes his arm back across your shoulders, pulling you close. he's so territorial, it makes your head spin. "gojo, this is my girl... the one I was telling you about."

geto smirks down at you, so you smile to gojo. he shrugs you off with a sideways smirk, too wary to meet your eyes.

so shy, but so pretty. what an easy go of things...

you watch them bounce off each other all night. geto doesn't drink much... anymore. it's what he told you to have your arm tonight, but he was perfectly fine feeding gojo shot after shot, then beer after beer. the goal was to get the spindly blonde drunk, and it was working a little too well.

it's only when he's drunk, do you get to step between geto and nanami to talk to him.

"you've been my classmate so long and I'm just finding out your name." you smile at him, trying to come off somewhat tame as he swallows, too shy to meet your gaze just yet. "little chem puppy. so cute."

"w-what?" that makes him look at you -- crystalline blue eyes wide and afraid. you bite over your bottom lip, totally conscious of geto next to you throwing flirts to the bartender. "you're calling me cute?"

"well, you're certainly not sexy. glasses aren't my vibe." you tease just a bit. what can you say - you and suguru are a match made in heaven. "mr. all arms and legs. stupid glasses, too. 's not 1994 anymore."

"have you been drinking? is that why you're bullying me?"

"bullying? we're not in fucking middle school either, pretty boy."

geto turns back around just when gojo needs saving. there's a glint in his eye that makes him want to run away and stew with his thoughts away from you. away from geto.

"got that look on your face like you wanna cry." geto leans against the side of the bar like you are. it's just second nature, but you take a step to the left to feel his figure over yours.

"actually, you two are perfect for each other. just mean. I'm gonna head out." gojo's feeling brave, in geto's eyes. must be the liquor - he wasn't having it.

"fuckin' twenty-year-old crybaby. go ahead, then, gojo."

"you can call me when you're not with her," he adds, standing too close to geto when he says it. he stays there for a second, breathing down his face in unwavering eye contact.

perhaps its the aid of your presence, but geto is brave enough to lean forward and chomp gojo's bottom lip. the blonde immediately retracts, covering his mouth and blushing all the way down to his fingertips.

watching him, you and geto laugh. it's that same humiliatingly familiar laugh he had to face his entire childhood. mocking, mean, belittling...

he fucking books it out of that shitty dive bar, leaving you and suguru to feed off of each other for the rest of the long night. what gojo didn't have to know, was the fact that you and geto found any excuse to bring him up.

gojo satoru and his stupid glasses.

gojo satoru and his long eyelashes

gojo satoru and his sweet, caring tone.