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THE NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR

Summary: The neighbors nextdoor were well known friends of your parents, along with their son whom you barely talked to, until one party at your parent's that they were invited to changed your entire view of him.

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Fem! Reader (fem in smut scene)

Genre: Smut, slight crack if you squint, both reader and Geto are 17-18, still live with their parents, still in senior year

Warnings: Drunk sex so no foreplay, drinking before legal age, nudity, pet names, cursing, uhh pp in v, vaginal sex, sex with no condom, size kink, idk if there's anything else.

Notes: HEYAAAA COMIN OUT W ANOTHER FIC AYEE!!!! hope you enjoy😚🤞 ITS NOT PROOFREAD PLS DONT ATTACK ME FOR THE COMMAS LMAO

WC: 3.0K

A soft groan left your lips as you looked around your bedroom with a tired and perplexed look on your face. Did you fall asleep? There was a party still going on downstairs, and you couldn't care less. You didn't even know what the whole buzz was about, just that your parents invited the neighbors next door to celebrate something– and that the music was extremely and excruciatingly loud. Your hand reached out to grab your phone from your bedside table as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, ignoring the three empty bottles of beer resting on your nightstand in your peripheral vision with a sigh leaving your lips when you sat up and looked at your phone.

01:38 AM

Why were these people being so loud? Did the other people living in this neighborhood really not care about the noise? You silently shook your slightly dizzy head in disapproval, skimpy dress clad figure pushing yourself off of your bed, looking around your bedroom and walking over to your vanity mirror. When did you pass out? And who the hell did you get so dolled up for? You didn't remember anything from the past hours, but your feet were definitely hurting. Your feet kicked away the bedazzled heels that adorned them, a sigh of relief falling from your lips when your bare feet touched the floor. You stared at yourself for a while, furrowing your brows. You had a face full of makeup, and a baby pink bodycon dress that was a finger away from exposing your ass perfectly hugged your body like it was its last source of life– even your toe nails were painted?

Various questions rang in your head. You usually show up to family parties in sweats and hoodies, simply because there wasn't anyone to impress and it would be a waste to do so. You didn't have time to care, shrugging the topic off as you rushed into the bathroom.Quickly washing your hands in case someone accidentally walked in on you, you let out a soft noise of confusion when you bumped into a hard, chiseled chest. Looking up to see who it was, your hazy eyes widened at the sight. It was him, the neighbor's son. He was the one you were getting all dolled up for, now that you remember. He was the one you spent nearly two hours shaving for, bathing in your own perfume before and after showering, making sure to wear the shortest and tightest dress you had, even going as far as wearing a flimsy white g-string that would be easily seen if you bent down.

You couldn't help it– he was so hot, so perfectly made, as if god himself had taken the time out of his day just to sculpt every single inch and part of his body, making him look like a greek god that you'd gladly get down on your knees for and worship. This wasn't your first time seeing him, obviously not. Suguru’s parents got along very well with your parents, always being invited to activities or parties that would almost alwaysend with them too drunk to walk back to their own house, resulting in them sleeping in guest bedrooms and leaving in the morning. Tonight it seemed, was also like those rare days, and you were extremely happy. Why, you ask? Well– every time he and his parents stay over, you get the advantage to sneak out of your room and watch as his half naked figure snored off into sleep, biting your lip with one hand under your shirt and the other resting snug in your sleeping shorts. God knows how much you need him to do filthy things to you, your wishes desperately waiting to be granted.

Sometimes you'd even go as far as leaving your window without any curtains covering it considering his bedroom window was right in front of yours, always “unknowingly” undressing in his line of sight every time he had it opened, smoking a blunt with his dark orbs sneakily watching your every move. You always knew his eyes were on you no matter what the situation was. What was the reason you were keeping yourself away?-- he's a player, a frat boy, even. He himself would always keep his curtains open, allowing you to see whenever he snuck a different girl up into his room, leaving you with the memory of him aggressively ramming his large cock into the stranger with a certain violence that you weren't sure if he was enjoying the sex with the girl or just trying to mold the shape of his shaft into her pussy. You didn't like getting involved with those types of guys because you always get easily attached, and that wouldn't be a good mental look. But now, you say? Now, you'd be all over him if he let you. No matter what the cost.

The man in front of you raised a brow, the flat line of his lips slowly forming into a large grin.

“There you are,” He sucked his teeth, tilting his head to the side. “‘ve been lookin’ for you.”

You raised a brow and softly cleared your throat, adjusting your dress to cover as much as it possibly could despite the past confidence you felt, telling yourself that you'd pull him to you and get what you want out of him. Now, you were scared– shy, even.

“...Why?” You slowly questioned, feeling your heart violently slam against your chest, threatening to fall out of your mouth as his eyes scanned your smaller figure, a glint of excitement resting in them… or was it desperation? You didn't know, but he definitely looked like he wanted something. This was the first time he'd ever talked to you considering the fact that he sometimes brought a girl to these types of parties and never greeted you, not a single wave of his hand or anything in your direction. Specifically, your family parties. There was always a different girl he brought, a different girl that he clung to the way she would cling to him. It pissed you off because of the hidden feelings you had for him, but every time he brought a girl along you'd spend the rest of the party sulking in your room, sometimes even touching yourself as a way to feel better about the situation because the mere sight of him always heated your inner thighs.

Geto only shrugs, looking down at you and raising a brow.

“‘Dunno… maybe because you called me?”

Your brows furrowed. Called him? You don't remember doing that.

“..What are you talking about?”

He looked down at you as if you had gone crazy, the look of surprise on his face soon turning into a cocky smirk creeping up on his lips. You watched as he pulled his phone out and scrolled through it for a few seconds before showing you the screen, putting it right in your face.

Future fleshlight👀

Sugru

Future fleshlight👀

Combh updtairs

☎️ 5 MISSED VOICE CALLS☎️

Future fleshlight👀

Pleasd

Future fleshlight👀

Comne and fcuk me

Future fleshlight👀

Hurry’

You

You alr?

Read 00:30

Your eyes widened slightly at the name, widening even more when you saw the messages that you sent to him. You must have been drunk– never in your life would you have texted him something like this, even if you were desperate for his cock or just wanting to get some– especially because he always had a girl beside him. You didn't want to risk anything.

“I-I–” You stuttered, snatching the phone from his hand, slowly reading the messages over and over. The boy rolled his eyes, looking down at you.

“How many times do you have to read them? It shouldn't take you long to realize what you said,” Geto chuckled in response, taking the phone from your hands and shoving it back into his pocket. You frowned in response, shaking your tipsy head, ready to walk away from him and totally avoid the situation.

“I didn't send you that! Forget about it, it was nothing.” But before you could move to get to your room, Geto’s calloused hand grabbed your bare arm, pushing you up against the wall that rested right beside your bedroom door. You raised both of your brows and looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, feeling his body press up against yours as his face hovered over yours with an unimpressed frown.

“Drop the act already, love.”

You tried acting confused, furrowing your brows “Wh-what are you on about? I don't–”

His face inched closer to yours, “You think I can't see you? You think I can't see what you try to do just to get me to you? Hm?” He hummed, the tip of his pointy nose touching yours at this point. You place your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him off of you, resulting in you terribly failing to do so and instead looking away from him to avoid his sharp yet relaxed gaze, face heating up in both embarrassment and deep arousal.

He smirked at your flustered expression, thumb reaching up and slowly pulling your bottom lip down, watching as it immediately went back up once he let go.

“What? Cat got your tongue now, hmm?” He grinned, tilting his head to the side. You looked up at him with a harsh glare, the tone of your voice softening.

“I didn't do any- mmmh!–” A surprised moan left you when he tightly pressed his lips against yours in a long, unexpected kiss, pulling you off of the wall and pressing your front against his front with his hand firmly placed on the small of your back. He tasted like strong alcohol– just like you did. Was he drunk? Kinda looked like it. Were you drunk? Probably more than him… He pulled away with a wet smack of his lips, running his tongue over his top teeth. Dark lidded eyes full of nothing but lust and excitement leered down at you, hand pinching the skin of your hip over your tight dress. You let out a soft wince, feeling his lips near your ear, brushing against your skin.

“Where's your room?” He whispered, looking down at you expectantly. You hesitated with a gentle bite of your lip, looking away before pushing the door that was right beside you open, dragging him into your bedroom. Geto immediately pulled you into him, gripping along your body as he once again pulled you into another, much hungry kiss. You were basically eating each other’s faces as you kissed him back just as roughly, your tongues touching and rubbing against each other, your arms wrapped around his neck with a hand untying his bun. A groan left the boy’s lips when you ran a hand through his loose dark hair and began grinding your clothed cunt against his bulging pants, desperate and pathetic moans escaping your own lips.

“S-Suguru,” You cupped his cheek with your hand, the other one sliding down to unbutton his red velvet button down. The one button down that had you drooling in his direction when you saw him walk through your door.

“Hmm, desperate aren't we?” He spoke into your kiss-swollen lips, allowing you to basically rip the dress shirt off of him. Your hands immediately landed on his abdomen, greedily feeling along his perfectly engineered muscles. His eyes caught the whiny look on your face when he opened them, one of his large hands going up to your face to gently caress the skin of your cheek, flinching with a soft groan when he found your hand massaging the tent in his pants. You allowed him to peel your dress off of you as his lips met yours in another sloppy kiss that dramatically smudged your lipstick, leaving you in nothing but your G string. One that you saved for him. Geto only moaned into your mouth and you did the same in response, tongue lewdly wrapping around his when both of his hands reached down and snapped the flimsy cloth in half, throwing it somewhere around your room. A soft whine against his lips left your smudged lips, feeling as his two fingers ran along the soaked folds of your sopping cunt, almost immediately shoving a finger up into your tightness and letting out another groan when he felt your spongy walls mercilessly clench around his middle finger.

“Fuuuccck, you're tight. S’ fuckin’ tight, princess.” He claimed when he pulled away from the kiss, watching as he thrust his finger in and out of you, easily sinking back in. You let out a few soft whimpers as you held onto either side of the edge of your bed, leaning your head back in pleasure. He looked down at you, biting his lip.

“I wanna take you right now–” The boy sighed, rubbing his clothed boner against your upper thigh. “—Will you let me?”

You immediately nodded in response, your heated and tipsy thought process making you too dizzy to respond to him with actual words. Hearing the unbuckling of a belt and the rustling of his slacks, you let out a cry that made him fearfully slam his large hand against your mouth when you felt the painful burning sensation of his cock forcing itself into your tight hole, a few tears rolling down your cheeks when you opened your foggy eyes to meet his as he bottomed out.

“S-Shuguvfhu!” You yelled, voice muffled by his hand, soon slapping it off of your mouth, letting out a gentle sob-moan.

“You could've told me when you were gonna do it!” You hiccuped, looking down at the wet ring of pre cum and your slick resting at the base of his cock; where the both of you connect. Blinking a few times, you looked up to find an unexplainable expression resting on Suguru’s face, furrowed brows with his eyes completely spaced out and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. He looked… so hot– as if he were feeling too much pleasure, the pleasure of your spongy walls clenching down on him, greedily taking every single inch he had. Your legs shook from the unexpected pain, nails digging into his bare shoulders. The boy put you down on your bed with a soft grunt, hovering over your naked body with his cock still resting snug in your velvety walls, closing his eyes as he waited for you to adjust to his large size. You let out a hum after a few seconds, another whimper leaving you when he began to unintentionally slam up into your sopping tight cunt. The pain was still evident but the feeling of his leaky mushroom tip kissing your cervix made the mascara-stained tears on your cheeks worth the while.

“Look at you taking my dick so w-well,” he shuddered, firmly ramming his hips up into yours, watching his slick lubricated cock disappear into your pussy with ease.

“Suguru!--” You mewled, “S-s’ gooooooddddd…” At that point the pain you felt beforehand was gone, and the stretch to your cunt made you much less sober. You arched your back in response to the feeling of his long, thick shaft drilling itself in and out of you, bullying itself into your tight hole. Your hands reached his back when his merciless pace on your swollen pussy quickened, unashamedly marking his pale back with red scratches digging deep into his now flushed skin.

In all honesty, you never thought you'd find yourself in this situation, getting fucked by your parent’s bestfriend’s son, one that you've been drooling over for weeks long. But here you were with your legs on his shoulders, gazing up into his dark lustful eyes all as he groaned out your name every thirty seconds, the bed creaking under yours and his weight as if threatening to snap in half. Right then and there your heavy eyes widened, and a high pitched moan escaped your now dried lips, back arching even deeper.

“Mmmh– Sugu! ‘M cumming– oh fuck, I'm close,” You panted, closing your tear stained eyes with a whine, your voice completely disappearing when all you could do was silently scream and roll your eyes back under your lids as you squirmed and reached your high, your juices releasing all over his dick, legs shaking violently at the newly found pleasure. He replied with a grunt of his own when he felt you spilling on him, tilting his head back as he let out quiet groans with each slam he gave your pussy. You watched his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, trying to keep his composure. Everything was all a blur until you heard him groan much louder than before, your cunt too numb to notice his thrusts getting sloppy, head leaning forward to catch your lips in a quick kiss.

“Fuuuccckk princess, ‘m cumming,” Geto moaned against your lips, your eyes seeing nothing but the way his brows vulnerably creased and wet lips parted, breathing heavily on your face. You whimpered in response, gripping the sheets as if you were to be hanging on a thread, leaning your head back into the pillow.

“Inside– do inside!...” Your words were terribly butchered and slurred but he still understood, giving you a few more thrusts before his cock twitched, staying balls deep inside of you as thick and warm ropes of his cum spurted into your cervix. So much filled you up that it all began to gush out of your hole while his shaft was resting snug in your walls.

Suguru pulled out after a few seconds, watching the rest of his liquid leak out of you, soon enough moving his lidded eyes to look at your figure.

“You okay?” He asked.

No response.

Suguru raised his brows, watching as your lips slowly parted, gentle snores filling the now silent bedroom. A soft grin graced Geto’s features as he snickered, and he shook his head, falling beside your body and engulfing you in his arms.

“She's okay.”

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Don't copy my work bitch!! >:( go write something yourself or shove your hand up your ass.

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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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Geto fic will be posted td at 23:00 EST!!❤️

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #jjk geto #💌♡.mail.♡💌

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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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PLSPLSPLS PART 2 OF GETO FIC?? Where the reader somehow moves on after he either confesses or catches him doing that. And IDK FEW YEARS LATER SHES MARRIED TO SOMEONE AAHHH AND BONUS IF SHE HAS KIDS WITH EM. yk makes geto realize when they use to talk abt their future n all

AHHHHHHH BAE you gave me an idea. Look at youuuuu😜😜

Stay tuned!! I'll be posting a different Geto fic tomorrow if you're interested. Thank you, luvvie🥰

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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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Expect a new Geto fic in the next few days💜💜

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #💌♡.mail.♡💌

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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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When he was about to be the Geto to your Gojo but he started to explore another girl's domain:

Guys I'm literally the Satoru Gojo!!!!!

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk fanart #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk crack #jjk hcs #jjk angst #💌♡.mail.♡💌

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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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Not that cheating fanfic making me heated😭😭 I wanted the reader find out so she could whoop his ass

You'll be getting a surprise soon👀👀 don't worry pretty, I wont make any of you angry ppl suffer😘🤞 defensive reader ver will be posted in a few days!! Luv yaaa!!❤️❤️

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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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BESTIEEEEEE R U GONNW DO A PART 2 TO “ARE WE DONE” IM SHOOOOOOK OMG HOW COULD SUGURU DO THAT TO READER SHES SO SWEET 😭😭💔

HEY BAE!!! Honestly I don't know if I'm gonna be making a second part because it was something I didn't think about when I was writing it.. it was like.. I was spaced out and my fingers were moving on their own,

BUT!!!! If you want to give me any ideas on what part 2 would be about, feel free to hit me up any time and I'll write it for you boo boo🤞😘 this goes out for anyone asking for a part 2!!

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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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ARE WE DONE? (GETO SUGURU X READER)

I DUNNO... MAYBE?

Notes: Trash post :P wanted to post smth because I luvvvvv u guys!!😘 it's angst w comfort btw. NOT PROOFREAD CS IM LAZY😍🤞

WC: 1.7K

“I'm just– I'm only asking you a simple question! Why do you have to get so mad about it? Are you hiding something from me?” You asked, voice almost sounding desperate when you gently placed a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder. He shrugged your hand off of his shoulder, standing up from the bed.

“I told you I'm not hiding shit from you, Y/n. Drop the topic already.” You were about to put your hand on him again, but the dirty glare he sent you made you pull your hand back.

You and Geto had dated for three years already– and you couldn't help but feel him distancing himself from you. And you would know if he wasn't, considering how touchy he usually gets with you. Lately he's been acting differently with you. No more morning kisses– he used to pepper you with them, and you'd jokingly complain about his morning breath, but now that you even attempt getting close to him when you wake up beside him, your sleep-swollen eyes watch as his face contorts into one of disgust whenever you go in for even a single peck. He would lightly push you away and turn to face the other side, muttering a “Brush your teeth before going in for a kiss”. Just a small gesture like that would make you feel bad about yourself. Was it karma? No, of course it wasn’t. You'd happily accept any kiss from him even if his breath smelled like grass dog shit.

It wasn't just that, though. Of course not. There was more to the story– Only cleaning himself off after sex, leaving you to do house chores by yourself, going out for a drive on his bike without a single ‘I love you’ or ‘Goodbye’, and so much more. The main one, you ask? He barely even spends time with you anymore. Usually he'd drive out with you on his bike, cuddle you whenever you had an afternoon nap, have various movie nights with you that'd end either with his full body weight on you, head resting on your chest with drool staining your shirt or his groans muffling your moans, cock passionately drilling in and out of your swollen pussy with most of his cum getting fucked back into your cervix that the mushroom tip of his dick deliciously kissed with each thrust. Now though, it was so different. Instead of doing any of those, he'd go out by himself on his bike, Leave you to nap by yourself with the messages of someone else resting on the bright screen of his phone, and his eyes being glued to the device in his hands instead of paying attention to whatever was playing on the tv.

It was always that damned phone now. What was so important about it now that not even you could know what he was up to? Every time you asked he would either turn his phone off, reply with a bored hum, or say it's nothing. You didn't want to because he was the greatest man you'd ever met, but you came to the conclusion that he was cheating on you. Your heart sank every time you thought about it, trying to distract yourself with a house chore that would make you eventually forget about the thought.

Today, you had gotten ready for bed, lying with him in the darkness of your shared bedroom. The two of you even owned a house together because of your well paying jobs and also because of his endless begging for you to move with him to a new home after only a year into your relationship.

His back was turned to you, and his phone was resting in his hands. You silently looked over his shoulder in curiosity as you had seen him grinning at his phone earlier, a soft hum leaving your lips.

“Who're you texting?”

This made Geto flinch. He looked over at you with wide eyes, not even bothering to get out of the tab or turn his phone off.

“What are you doing awake? I thought you were asleep.”

“I can't sleep without you cuddling me,” You gave him a soft smile, propping yourself up on your shoulder, looking at his phone.

“Who's Reiko?”

And now, you're here.

“Why are you always running off when I ask you these questions?-- Suguru, where are you going?” You watched as he got out of the bed, changing into a muscle shirt and gray sweatpants that he had thrown and left on the floor much earlier.

“‘M goin’ out for fresh air.”

“But It's late, you shouldn't–”

“I already told you I have nothing to hide from you, can you quit fuckin’ nagging me so much?! I'm not doing anything and that person that I was texting is no one.”

“I'm not nagging I'm just worried!– Suguru, don't leave, please, I wanna talk about this–”

“I'll be back in an hour.”

You were already following him down the stairs when he walked out of the bedroom, trying to match his pace as he walked into the garage. A wince left your lips when your warm feet touched the cold concrete floor, but you followed him nonetheless as he placed his helmet over his head, covering his whole head but his eyes, and the same dark orbs that usually looked at you with love and admiration were now replaced by an unrecognizable pair full of nothing but boredom and disinterest when he glanced at you before sliding his face shield down, backing out of the now opened garage. You could only watch as he revved and noisily sped off, feeling the warmth of your tears land on your now cold cheeks.

Is it over now? Is this really the end of your relationship with him? You didn't know, and you didn't want to know.

More than an hour has passed. Geto stepped off of his motorcycle to fill it with gas, sighing to himself as he thought the argument over. In all honesty, He can't exactly call it an argument when all he did was avoid most of your questions and leave the house with nothing but a sharp glare sent your way. The man sighed and took his helmet off, holding it against his waist as he stared at his surroundings. He couldn't help but think about you. He was definitely more relaxed now, thinking everything through.

Did he feel bad for having sex with another woman? Yes.

Did he feel bad for constantly visiting the other woman? Now he did.

Was he regretting all of his past decisions? Definitely.

His dark hair blew gently in the cold winter breeze. What was he going to do when he got home to his girlfriend? His girlfriend, the one who he left deprived of his love and affection, the one who waited and stayed up for him every time he had to work overtime and got home late, the one he hid another woman from, the one he cheated on. Scratch that, you're more than just a girlfriend to him. You're his woman, the one he should respect, love, and cherish the best moments with instead of hiding another woman from. You were doing so much for him, and here he was giving you the silent treatment and pushing you away because he lost interest?

Fucking bullshit.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He ran a hand through his silky strands of black hair. He couldn't leave you alone for long. He had to go home to his woman, his one and only, his everything– immediately. He had to apologize.

Who knew a two hour bike ride could change someone's entire mindset?

Your head rested in your arms and lay on your thighs as you waited for your boyfriend, sitting on the floor of the entrance to your garage. It was cold, and the nightly wind didn't do anything but dry the tears that continued leaving your eyes, hitting your spaghetti strap clad figure with a strong breeze. You didn't care, though. As long as your man got home safe, nothing else mattered. You'd be able to go to sleep peacefully knowing that he was still alive and in the house, even if he probably planned to sleep in another bedroom. A soft whine left your lips as you lightly shivered on the floor, leaning against the doorway.

When was he going to get back? It felt like it had been at least three hours already…

Your overthinking was not helping at all with the tears of worry rolling down your frozen cheeks, silently sobbing in both physical and mental pain. You really hoped your relationship with him wouldn't end, that you'd be able to keep him with you and try to make things go back to how they we–

Your head perked up at the sound of a loud motorcycle engine, breathing heavily as you struggled to get up on your feet when you saw him drive into the garage. Geto’s eyes widened at the sight of your trembling figure, face completely stained with tears, your eyes and lips puffy. If he regretted his actions before, he absolutely does even more now. He immediately parked his bike and pulled his helmet off, not caring about the loud thud it made when it fell to the floor.

“Y/n? What the hell are you doing outside?!” The bigger man dashed to you, instantly taking you in his arms. You replied with a gentle sob, clinging to him as he brought you back into the house.

“I was w-worried,” You stuttered, a soft whimper leaving your chapped lips when you moved your head to look up at him.

His heart sank.

Geto hated to see you cry. It was one of the many things he couldn't stand when it came to you. He'd go as far as threatening to kill anyone if you had ever been hurt, but the only person that he was threatening to kill was himself. Why didn't he think about your feelings when he found that other woman? You were so patient and fragile, so sweet yet easy to break. Why was he being such an idiot?

Tears continued to roll down your cheeks when he sat on the sofa with your smaller figure resting in his lap.

“Suguru, I-I know you don't wanna talk about it, but–”

“Shhh, it's okay.” The man sighed, rubbing warm circles into your back and hiding your face in his chest. He couldn't bear to see you cry any longer.

“Don't worry about that right now. I'm here with you.”

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FOREVER AND EVER - GOJO SATORU X READER

Summary: After waking you up early for the special day, your boyfriend takes you somewhere to meet new people?

Genre: VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL from the poll! Crack, fluff

Notes: To all my beautiful people that will be alone on this very lovely day😌 *Cough cough* me- *Cough cough cough*

WC: 3.1K

★LISTEN WHILE READING: LAST TRAIN AT 25 O'CLOCK

“Toruuuuu, Where are we goinggggg?” You asked. The boy replied with a grunt as he adjusted your body on his back, feeling your legs tightly wrap around his waist.

“You'll see, don't worry.” Satoru replied, and you let out a soft hum in response, resting your chin on his shoulder. Your curious eyes looked around the sketchy neighborhood, keeping yourself as close to your boyfriend as possible, a shiver running down your spine at the silence of the place. You didn't think a spot near such a loud and bustling city would be so quiet and… scary. Satoru's feet made crunching sounds every time they would step on the drying grass in the ground.

Today was valentine's day, and you decided you wanted to spend it with your boyfriend, even after only two weeks of dating. You found him standing outside of your dorm at five in the morning with a jump in his step, mischievously grinning down at you with his glasses resting atop his head of white hair, wide and glowy cerulean orbs gazing down at you expectantly after casually banging on your door for five minutes straight.

Knock knock, “Y/nnnnn~'' knockknockknockknockknock, “Wake up sweetcheeks, I have a surprise for youuuuu~” The boy cooed, voice muffled behind the door. You groaned in response, tossing and turning in your bed, drool leaving your mouth. Suddenly, the door starts to shake when your oh so sweet and cute boyfriend decides to make his presence very well known by violently banging on the wood, making you jolt awake with a gasp leaving your lips, soon relaxing when you hear him giggle from the other side of the door.

You rubbed your narrowed eyes as you opened the door and looked up at his taller figure, sneering at the amount of sunlight that entered the room when you opened the door. Satoru wiggled his brows while grinning from ear to ear, wide eyes gazing down at you.

“Y/n! Do you know what day it is, beautiful?” He slammed his hands down onto your shoulders when you fully opened your sleep swollen eyes, earning a flinch from you. You hummed tiredly, closing your eyes again.

“Valentine's day?”

“It's valentine's day!”

“Mmmh.” You nodded, too tired to be dealing with his energy. It's five in the morning, for fuck’s sake…

“Valentines dayyyy~ I have a surprise for you!” He yelled, forcing a kiss onto your lips.

Smoooooooooch!

Your cheeks became heated and you voiced your slight annoyance with a loud whine, tapping his shoulders to make him pull away. After what felt like an eternity, your boyfriend let go of your lips with a loud smack of his own, giving you a big smile.

“Go get ready, we have a loonnnnnnngggg day ahead of us.” He exclaimed, spinning you around and shoving you towards your bathroom, making you nearly fall over.

“Wait, my uni–”

“No uniform! I'm choosing your outfit.”

The so called “outfit” consisted of a mini skirt, a large sweater and flip flops. You didn't think it was a good idea wearing flip flops and a mini skirt in the middle of winter considering that your legs and toes would probably freeze off, but the perverted look on his face told you otherwise.

You ended up putting socks on with the flip flops.

“We're here,” The white haired boy announced, slowly dropping you off of his back until your feet reached the concrete. You looked around to find your boyfriend standing outside of a two-story abandoned house. The concrete around it was either dirty or clean with tall bodies of grass growing through the gaps. You walked over to him in a slight rush, gluing yourself to his side as you looked up at the second floor of the house with him. Satoru looked over at you, smirking.

“Ready?”

You blinked at him a few times in confusion, before slowly nodding in response, looking back at the house. A loud whistle erupted from his lips, making you yelp and take a step away from him with wide eyes,

“Satoru! What the?!-”

Your head snaps over to the house when you hear the stomps of tiny feet running towards the small balcony of the run-down home, your eyes softening at the sight of a little boy and a slightly taller girl that looked like she forced him out with her hand tightly wrapped around his wrist. The girl grinned in excitement and waved at Satoru, pointing and yelling:

“Look, look! It's Gojo-kun! He's here for us again!”

Your brows raise and you look over at the grinning senior, staring up at him with curious eyes.

“Who are those kids, Satoru?...” Your boyfriend looks over at you with a beaming smile, taking your hand in his, before looking over at the kids that were standing on their toes peeking over the tall metal railing, beckoning with his freehand for them to go down to the two of you. You stayed silent as the kids obliged and watched as the little girl ran down the stairs with the boy's hand in hers, eventually getting to where you and Satoru stood.

“Tsumiki and Megumi, meet my girlfriend, Y/n. Y/n, meet Toji's kids, Megumi and Tsumiki.” Once you heard the familiar name leave his lips, your brows creased in pity and you immediately got down on your knees to greet the pair in front of you, offering both of your hands to the two toddlers.

“Hi,” You greeted the both of them in a worried tone, smiling when they stepped up to you and gently placed the palms of their tiny hands on your own palms. You let out a soft squeal, feeling your heart clench at the sight of their adorable eyes curiously gazing up at you. Your smile widened a bit and you looked over at the seventeen year-old standing beside you.

“Did you meet them after the whole Amanai mission?”

Satoru nodded in response, watching as your thumbs gently rubbed the tops of their hands as you looked back at them.

“Yeah. Before I– y’know, he told me to look after these two for him. It was a whole mess having to search for them but I found them just last week. Anddddd since you really seem to like kids, I brought you here to meet them,”

As your boyfriend rambled off, you heard the little girl, Tsumiki, whisper a 'She's pretty’ into her younger brother’s ear, earning nothing but a grumble from the boy. Your smile widened into a grin, and you looked over at him again, tilting your head.

“Do they have someone watching after them?”

Suddenly, he went silent, dryly swallowing. His hand found its way to the nape of his neck and began to rub it, looking down at you with a slight frown on his lips.

“... No?-- ow!” Gojo let out a whine when you let go of their hands and grabbed a pebble from the floor, painfully swinging it at his forehead, earning a gasp from Tsumiki and a ‘Pffft’ from Megumi. You send your boyfriend a harsh glare, getting up to meet his line of sight as he rubbed his forehead with a heavy pout placed down upon his glossed lips.

“Why– why are you leaving these kids here by themselves in this sketchy area?- Do you know how dangerous that is?!” You fold your arms across your chest, waiting for him to explain.

He better have a damn good explanation for this.

“I-I– they said they wanted to live alone!” He raised his hands in surrender, looking down at the kids. You furrowed your brows and also looked down at them.

“Is it true?”

Both toddlers nodded, and you slumped your shoulders, bending down to their level to place your hands on their heads, gently ruffling their hair.

“But why?” Your brows creased, gazing down at the smaller pair. “Do you two know how dangerous it is to live alone at your age? And– oh, goodness, you're both so thin!-” You placed your hands on their shoulders, squeezing them.

As Satoru watched you lightly scold the two kids with a small grin creeping onto his lips, he had to admit, seeing you so worried for two toddlers that you had met just seconds ago was adorable.

“Get everything you two have! We're taking you two back to the school with us.” You grinned at them, watching as they ran as fast as their little legs could take them to their own bedrooms, crossing your arms like a proud mother. It wasn't easy to convince the both of them to leave with you and Gojo, but Tsumiki was hyped up after hearing the luxuries that the school dorms provided, engulfing her younger brother in a suffocating hug with a followed squeal after he gave in to the offer.

Your boyfriend only watched you with a smirk, walking toward you and snaking an arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek earning a small hum in response from you.

“I can't believe you left them here alone for two whole weeks.” You turned your head to face him, pouting. His pointer finger lightly pinched your bottom lip, his forehead showing off the way-too-obvious dark bruise that you gave him with the pebble you threw at him just a few minutes prior to now.

“Well, they're alive, aren't they?” He shrugged, grinning like an idiot when you got on your toes and pulled his face down to your level to press a gentle kiss to the bruise on his forehead. As you pulled away, you felt a gentle tap on the small of your back, turning to see Megumi and Tsumiki standing behind you. You gave the toddlers a gentle smile, kneeling down to their level.

“That was quick! Y’guys ready?”

Tsumiki replied with an excited hum, while her younger brother began walking towards the door. The difference in attitude was adorable, and you couldn't help but feel a heavy amount of baby fever whenever you saw the two, basically joined at the hip.

“Remember, don't hold back on anything you like. Satoru-kun will pay for it, right baby?” You look over at him with an innocent smile, earning a nod and a positive thumbs up from your boyfriend. You had already dealt with begging Yaga to take them in and introducing them to their shared dorm, knowing that it'd probably be an issue if they had separate rooms. Now, you were going bedroom decor shopping, and you couldn't help but accept your beautiful man of a boyfriend's generous offer of paying for anything they wanted to get to decorate their room.

You walked into the mall with Tsumiki’s hand holding four of your fingers, Megumi on her other side with his hand resting in hers. The little girl is already over the moon when you stop in front of a furniture shop, her eyes scanning all of the toys and likable room accessories that the store provided. You looked down at the kids with a soft grin and back up at Satoru.

“To be quicker and prevent all of you from getting tired, let's separate and look for what we each want. We can get back together when we're done and see what we got when we get home, yeah?” You looked at the three with a raised brow, and Satoru immediately perked up at the idea,

“Yeah, of course.” He marches over to the little boy, “Come on, Gumi. Lets go!--”

“Mm-mm.”

Once He started dragging the boy, he immediately ripped his arm out of your boyfriend’s grasp and glued himself to your hip, whining and shaking his head. You raised your brows in surprise, letting out a stunned laugh when you saw the look of mocking sadness on Satoru’s face. Quickly, he rushed to where Megumi was death-gripping the hem of your mini skirt, not wanting to let it go.

“How could you?! Her?! Over me?! She's no better!” He yelled and dramatically clutched his chest as he fell to his knees to face him, clearly not caring about anyone passing by. A grumpy whine left the raven haired boy when he tried to pull him in his direction again, pressing his cheek against your thigh.

You chuckled and gently placed a hand on Megumi’s head, running your fingers through the spikes in his hair.

“Awwe, Gumi~ don't make ‘Toru feel bad now,” A soft smile graced your features when the boy looked up at you, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of walking beside your boyfriend for an hour or two.

Those few hours were spent with Tsumiki and Megumi holding your hands as you walked around the mall, Satoru following beside the three of you with a sad pout on his shiny lips.

A pained groan left the white haired boy as he dropped the dozen– or more shopping bags that rested on his lanky arms, all full to the brim of bedroom decor and clothes for the two. You were adjusting the beds in the main room when you felt a pair of lengthy arms wrap around your waist, a tired whine leaving your boyfriend.

“Y/nnnnnn, ‘M so tired, babyyyy…” He complained, nuzzling his face into your neck when you fully turned to him, giggling at his clinginess. You hummed in response and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I'll be sleeping over at your dorm tonight. We didn't spend time together at all,” Satoru sighed, leaning forward to catch your lips in an affectionate kiss, a tired moan leaving his mouth when you gently bit his bottom lip. Pulling away after a minute or so, you ran a hand through his hair, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Don't worry, ‘m sure they're tired from all of the trips we ma–”

“Attack them!”

Two war cries were heard, and suddenly, Satoru was being attacked by a bunch of teddy bears and toys getting thrown at him. A few dramatic groans escaped him, before he completely let go of you and flopped down onto one of the beds, pretending to have fallen. You yelped and looked around the room, finding the pair in a pink mini Jeep that he had bought the girl, Tsumiki sitting on the passenger seat with a nerf gun in her tiny hands while Megumi silently drove her around the room in circles. How in the world did they turn that thing on?

“Tsumiki!-- Guys, you can't drive that in here!”

Satoru’s head perks up from the comfortable mattress at your words, looking at the two of them, a surprised cackle leaving his lips.

He then began to chase the car down.

“Ohhh, I'm gonna get you!-- huh? Where'd they go?– ahh!” Your eyes widened when Megumi took a different turn and purposefully hit the back of Satoru’s shins, making him fold and fall back onto the floor with a loud thud like a giant, a tired moan leaving his lips, eyes squeezed shut. You let out a shocked laugh, rushing to a smirking Megumi and a giggling Tsumiki.

“Okay! How about we just– put this awayyy, we can play with it tomorrow, alright?” Your hands gently pulled the pair out of the mini Jeep, picking the car up off of the floor and hiding it in the closet. You smiled at the toddlers once you got back, bending down to their level.

“Listen to me. Let's make a deal okay?” A chuckle left your lips when the two pouted and nodded in response. “It's already past your bedtime. How about tomorrow when you guys wake up we can spend the whole day together, and you can play with your new toys all you want!” You tilted your head, placing your hands on their shoulders. “How does that sound? ‘We have a deal?”

Both Tsumiki and (surprisingly) Megumi perked up at the idea and quickly nodded, gazing up at you. You giggled at their excitement, gently ruffling their hair with an agreeing nod.

“Alright, well, what are you waiting for? Let's get you ready for bed.”

After saying your Goodnights to the kids and tucking them in you and Satoru both walked out of the dorm with aching bodies, the moonlight shining brightly on your figures as you walked along the open halls of the dormitories. Your boyfriend sighed, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist.

“Today went to such a waste,” He complained, rubbing one of his droopy eyes. You looked over at him with furrowed brows, confused.

“What do you mean? Today was perfect. I couldn't ask for more, those two are the sweetest.” A soft tired smile graced your lips, earning an eye roll from the white haired boy.

“I wanted some alone time with you, but those demons took you away from me,” Satoru pouted, pulling you closer to his side. You giggled and hummed, pressing a kiss to his childish pout.

“It's okay– Oh! Right, I got you something,” You grinned at him in excitement, digging into your pocket and pulling out a pair of bracelets. They were delicately colored, decorated with tiny betta fish charms all around. At the end of each bracelet rested a small chain with half-heart magnets, completing the design when they stuck together. You took his wrist and carefully put the bracelet decorated with the white betta fish around it, smiling at the perfect fit. Your boyfriend's lips parted in surprise, and you squealed when you put your own bracelet on, watching the half hearts immediately stick to each other to form a whole heart.

“That's so adorableeeee,” You gushed, and you looked up to find Satoru grinning down at you, raising a brow.

“When did you get them?”

“Mmmmmh, I may have gotten them while you were looking with ‘Gumi for toys,” The white haired boy bit his lip before fully wrapping his arms around your figure, walking over to the wooden railing and caging you between his arms a squeal and giggles leaving your lips when he began to pepper you with soft kisses, a hum leaving his lips.

“Mmmh–” smooch “‘Love you love you love you, I love soooo muchhhhh,” smooch, smooch, smooch

Your arms wrapped around his neck in response to his touchiness, letting out a hum of your own when his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, one of your hands landing on his cheek while the other soothingly brushed his hair back.

“‘Love you too, Toru.” And so you hoped things would be like this in the future, maybe for your whole lives.

Forever and ever.

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These pictures define, Gojo's life as an adult virgin.

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UNRECIPROCATED HIGH SCHOOL LOVER - GOJO SATORU X READER (PT. 2 OF HIGH SCHOOL MEMORIES)

Summary: After eleven years of not seeing him and thinking he forgot about you, you bump into your high school crush in the middle of an attack. How will it go?

Genre: Crack, fluff, lots of angst (with comfort this time!) reader is afab, minor mentions of reader being shorter than Gojo, reader cries a bit.

Notes: IT'S FINALLY OUTT WOOOOHHHH PRT 2 OF HIGH SCHOOL MEMORIES!! I'm so sorry it took so long, I was super busy AND super sick, so every time I'd try to write things just wouldn't go well. I'm okay now though! Enjoy😘

WC: 5.3k (JIANN SLAYED THE DAY AWAY😍⁉️)

LISTEN WHILE READING: LINGER ★ MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE ★

Quiet chatter and the faint sounds of ringing phones filled the silence in your workplace. Heavy, tired eyes stayed glued to a computer, the gleam and once happy shine resting in the beauty of them nearly gone. You kind of wished you had stayed. Stayed there with them, even if your heart ached every time you saw a mop of white hair near you. You would've been happy– happier than you were right now, working in a well-paying office as a nine-to-five secretary instead of the Jujutsu instructor you always saw yourself as ever since you had started Jujutsu High at fifteen.

It's been years since you graduated, the dull ceremony being surrounded by nothing but the mere sound of your sulking heartbeat and a bitter taste on your tongue all while a familiar blindfolded silver haired boy watched you from the building across; Jujutsu Tech.

The building you stopped attending because of the oh so very familiar ache that clenched around your heart every time you saw him, crossed paths with him– even more so when you would catch him staring at you in the middle of a joint class lecture, endless round oceans full of nothing but yearning and pity. The yearning of your friendship, your generosity, or even the yearning of your once happy and cocky attitude that was now nothing but heartbreak and dullness that consumed you whole.

The yearning of anything but the attached love that you still hold you once held for him.

How could something so beautiful and colorful get so dull and depressed within a matter of seconds?

You had left eleven years ago once you graduated at seventeen, left a great career behind, them and him, the him you never wanted to see again. It all sounded so stupid, but in those situations you always listened to your heart no matter what– listened to your heart instead of the very useful brain that rests peacefully in your empty-feeling head, and here you were, working your ass off just to live a human life you never thought you'd be living.

Quiet hums left your lips as you expertly spun a pink pen in your hand. Noticing the familiar gesture you smiled down at your fingers, watching as your fingers moved the tool around in quick motions. You let out a soft chuckle, resting your chin on the sweaty palm of your hand as you looked around your workplace.

“Lemme do it– Gojo!” You yelled in anger, reaching for the pen that he yanked out of your hands. Your oh so very sweet and generous senior had been trying to teach you how to spin a pen the way you requested him to– except for the fact that you couldn't understand a single move he made with his fingers, noises of confusion leaving your mouth every time you attempted it.

“Oh my god you little–”

“Let me!--”

“LOOK!!!” The white haired boy yelled in frustration, aggressively spinning the bright blue pen in his hand. You fumed, slapping his wrist away from your sight of view.

“I'm trying to do it and you won't let me!” You complained, snatching the writing tool away from his hand and messily spinning it in your hand, clearly struggling.

“Look I'm doing it!–”

“YOU’RE WROng!!!” Gojo screeched in your face, his voice cracking from the amount of aggression he put into it. You squeezed your eyes shut, scrunching your nose up in disgust when you felt some of his spit particles land on your face.

“Oh you're gonna get it you fucki– let go of my pen!”

“No, you let go!”

“SATORU!” SNAP!

“Ow!”

Silence.

Once the pen went flying out of your hands you, along with Gojo, looked over at the person in front of you. It was Geto, rubbing his ink smeared forehead in pain as he hissed.

“Geto!–”

“PFFT–”

The both of you burst into a fit of laughter, violently cackling and giggling as the boy in front of you tried to rub the ink off of his face. You had totally forgotten about his presence considering he was watching the entire argument between you and Gojo go off with a look of amusement in his dark orbs prior to now.You were also too busy laughing to notice Gojo’s hand nearing your back, colliding with it in a loud slap as he tried to contain his obnoxious laughter. You groaned in between cackles, falling into the grass face first, letting out a loud squeal.

Silence again.

It was Geto’s turn to laugh now, fat tears from both pain and laughter rolling down his pale cheeks when you lifted your head to look at the pair, dirt and grass sticking to your nose and forehead as you stared. You couldn't care less about the baby centipede crawling on your cheek as you frowned in embarrassment when Gojo pointed at you with one of his creepily long and lanky fingers, laughing at you in loud aggressive giggles that made you sit up from the grass and collide the palm of your hand with his flushed cheek.

The seventeen year old grunted in pain, the painful slap knocking the dark glasses off of his face, a dramatic gasp leaving his lips once his eyes caught the tiny centipede now crawling on the tip of your nose ignoring the sting from your slap.

“Woah– There's a mini baby curse on your face!” Suddenly, his expression turned into one of serious defense and focus, his bony skeleton hands forming a weird jujutsu sign language,

“Huh? What? Wher–”

“CURSE MANIPULATION–”

“OW!”

You glanced down at the twitching worm bug thing, looking back up at Gojo with clenched teeth and wide eyes– a look of revenge that screamed, 'I'm gonna kill you’.

“YOU DUMB FUCK– THAT WAS A CENTIPEDE!”

“... A what?-- WAIT, DON’T!!!--” POW!

The boy rolled off of the bench he was seated on, letting out a dramatic moan in pain. You growled, looking around.

“You're next, Geto– where'd he go?” You removed your fist from Gojo’s cheek, looking around to find the bigger senior gasping for air between small chuckles of laughter behind the bench he was sitting on prior to now, having fallen from laughing.

An evil grin replaced the frown you had, about to tackle him before he raised his hand and launched you off onto the empty road with one of his many cursed techniques. You yelped, rolling off to the other side of thedirty concrete, Gojo's weak giggles following you. The blue-eyed senior placed a hand on your arm to hold you down on the road, pointing down at you with a cocky grin as you pouted up at him.

“There's another centi-thing on your face.”

Your eyes widened.

“Gojo, dont!--”

BLAST!

You shook your head to snap yourself back into reality and heavily sighed, a somber expression forming on your features as you put the pink gel pen down on your work desk and got your things ready to leave. Just as you did so while reaching for your belongings, the top of your hand bumped a small fluffy charm that neatly hung on your work purse. You took the tiny white ball of fur between your thumb and pointer finger, examining it with eyes full of recognition. Pain vigorously rubbed on your heart when your obs found the round dark blue-lense sunglasses that were messily sewn into the tiny cat, a somber smile pulling at your lips.

It was a matching charm; a small, round furry Siberian cat with dark blue sunglasses covering its eyes. You remember taking a sewing class the day before his birthday, having stayed up for the whole night in your dorm reading instruction after instruction with heavy eyes and tired fingers, waking up the next morning with a needle sinking into the tip of your thumb and screaming bloody murder after seeing how late you were to his party, completely ignoring the tiny pool of blood on your desk. You had rubbed the droopiness out of your eyes with your bloody thumb, quite literally seeing red when you noticed you had nothing done, too rushed to care about the mini crime scene your needle had caused.

That day you walked into the party with two couple charms and a badly bandaged thumb that Shoko adjusted afterwards. The one you gave to him was a similar kitten ball, one that resembled your features.

“Whaaaaattttt, you made these? No way. Thank you, Y/n!”

“I'll keep it with me until it goes bad. Once it does, we can make new ones together.”

His reaction and the gentle pat he gave your head made you blush in giddy excitement with a wide grin stretching your lips.

Nights like these felt more stressful than others. Nights like these were the reason why you reminisced about your old friends, the people that had been so far a big part of your life– the people that you left simply because you felt like you'd end up suffocating if you spent one more minute with the senior you still love so much had loved so much before.

The city was surprisingly quiet, and while the clacking of your short heels against the slightly cracked concrete was all you could hear, you heard something else– a song, it seemed, a very familiar one as you walked past what looked like a karaoke club. Your legs made their way back to the sound and you ended up stopping in front of the colorful looking door, chuckling to yourself.

“Such a coincidence,” you murmured under your breath, a soft smile forming on your lips when your eyes looked up to find a small TV at the top, showing the music video.

They still play this song?...

A freakishly long and pale finger tapped the microphone at least three times before a familiar voice spoke into it, glossed lips idiotically glued to the speaking device.

"Utahime, Bring it back--"

"Run and hit that pussy like a crash dummy– benditovertouchyourtoesshakethatassforme,"

You, Satoru, and Utahime looked over at your dark haired friend with wide eyes, stunned to hear such words leaving his mouth. The disco lights flashed on your four bodies. You, Gojo and Geto were dressed like street delinquents, big golden fake studded chains on your necks, baggy shirts and unzipped pants that showed most of your boxers were adorned with an unbuckled belt that noisily clattered every time you moved.You adjusted your biker sunglasses to get a good look at Geto's bigger figure, the way too big cap nearly falling off of your head.

You were all staring at each other in silence, the only thing breaking it being the music that continued to play in the background.

♫ Bounce that ass on the floor, bring it back up ♫

Slowly, you brought the microphone up to your lips, continuing to sing along.

"Hit splits on the dick shawty act u--"

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DANCING!"

Quickly listening to Gojo's demands for once, you threw the mic onto the floor and went farther up onto the stage and began to break dance, leaving Utahime absolutely flabbergasted as she watched you struggle to keep your big pants on while hand gliding.

♫I wanna see your big booty on my upper leg♫

The three of you simply just wanted to wish her a happy birthday with a nice song and a nice dance at a karaoke club.

A gentle sigh left your lips with an unnoticeable tear slowly rolling down your cheek. This night couldn't get any worse. Why today? Out of all other much better days–

CRASH!

Care to repeat that?

Once you tried to continue walking (And sulking about your past) something nearly fell onto your figure. If it weren’t for someone else already grabbing you and pulling you out of the way, you would've immediately activated your cursed energy out of reflex towards the huge monster-like curse that was a meter close from completely crushing you. A strong, muscular arm covered by a thin khaki– or gray blazer was tightly wrapped around your waist as you both shot up into the air with the stranger's cursed strength, safely landing on the other side of the road. Where you had just been, you saw the large special grade curse with multiple arms and legs of different sizes littering its uneven body. Geez, that thing was bigger than you had expected.

“Are you alright, miss?--” A large and calloused hand landed on your shoulder, but the deep voice suddenly came to a halt with a hitched breath. A quiet gasp left the stranger's lips, and you looked up to see… Who the hell was that?

The blonde had a stunned expression on his face. Furrowed brows and small surprised eyes hidden behind a pair of weirdly built sunglasses stared down at you through emerald green lenses. The man was quite handsome, you'd say. His face was perfectly sculpted– poorly matched with the khaki-gray suit, dark blue button up and yellow animal printed necktie that adorned and perfectly fit the muscles bulging through the two-piece. Is this dude some sort of kindergarten teacher? He looks silly.

But he's cute…

More than cute…

Is this finally where my love story starts? Will I get his num–

You quickly shake your head at the thought as you give him a curious gaze. Clearly, he was a sorcerer, considering that the fat amount of cursed energy radiating off of him made you nearly light headed. Or was it really that stranger?

“I?-- do I know you–”

Suddenly, a feeling of familiarity towards the strong aura of cursed energy entered your senses, and the familiar yet strong smell of Dior filled your nostrils.

“Hey, Nanamin! Did you kill it?”

Your eyes widened when you noticed your long-gone salaryman of a classmate. Nanami? The really lanky kid with the weird haircut that Haibara always hung around with? You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at the sudden surprise as you stared up at him. That was, until you saw a familiar mop of white hair coming into your vision. That was where the strong energy was coming from…

Your heart sank.

Maybe not so lovey dovey now, huh…

“Oh? Sorry ma’am, you didn't see that did y?---” Another, much bigger hand fell on your shoulder, giving you an unnecessary ounce of weight. You looked the other way to see a blindfolded man with a faltering grin, now frowning and wiggling his nose as he lightly sniffed in confusion, and you completely froze in place, eyes wide in both shock and surprise. He was blindfolded, yet he still smelled your scent and felt your cursed energy– even if you had it off.

“I–” He stuttered in a soft tone, instantly pulling his blindfold off of his head to look down at you, aquamarine orbs that were usually big and relaxed were now small and glowing, white brows knitted as he examined you.

You tried to play it off despite the scary, life threatening look he was giving you,

PLAN A, MEMORY LOSS: act like you don't know him!

“Uhm?-- yeah, I'm okay… Who–”

“Y/n.”

Never fucking mind.

You blinked a few times in slight surprise at the blunt tone he spoke in, swallowing a heavy lump in your throat when your eyes began to glaze over. You couldn't blame him for seeing you as a bad, unforgivable person. You had left without a single word towards him or the rest of the students that you had befriended so as to not look alone after the day you had confessed.

“Gojo,” Your voice came out sounding gentle and yearning, and you cleared your throat so as to not reveal the sorrow you felt with the silver haired man. Cerulean orbs full of a nostalgic yet betrayed gleam softened when his surname left your lips in a soft mutter. You thought you'd never see him again– but there he was, Gojo Satoru in the flesh, standing right in front of you with an unexplainable expression playing upon his delicate features. Ones that you had day-dreamed about earlier while working in the past.

It was so stupid how you still feel so much for him despite the one time he had completely rejected you without any hesitation whatsoever.

"I know that you... like me. And, uh, I don't-- I don't feel the same,"

Despite how much he hurt you, how much your heart ached when you saw him again after that day, holding hands with a different girl, grinning and adjusting his sunglasses to hide the pitiful look that both of his aegean orbs held, acting as if yesterday had never happened, as if you were nothing but a blob that hopelessly awaited his non existent affection, the love and clingy affection that the endless beauty in his eyes held for another girl.

Or was it even love? There was a different girl every da–

You look away from him and his intense gaze, taking a slight step back. The older man noticed this, gently clearing his throat and quickly speaking up. His eyes never left your figure.

“It's… been a while.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to maybe… catch up? I know a place,“

His eyes meet yours again, and you can't help but stay frozen in place again, your teeth slowly digging into your bottom lip, before your brows raised.

Wait, Nanami’s here!

“I- uh.. sure.” Your head turns to Nanami, and now you get a better look at his attractive model face, his glasses resting in his hand as he gently rubbed his squinted eyes.

“Do you want to come along, Nanami?”

Now it won't be so awkward with him there!--

The blonde cleared his throat when he caught Gojo’s glowy stare, as if pleading for him to deny your offer. He put his wrist up to view, a bland look already formed on his face. You could never know what that man was thinking… all you knew was that he seemed tired, despite not being able to see the eye bags that his pretty features hid almost perfectly.

“Sincere apologies. Going anywhere after work hours is past my limit. Maybe another day,” Nanami explained in monotone, and you felt your heart begin to ache in both anxiety and regret as you nodded understandingly, eyes darting around the empty part of the city– trying to look anywhere, just not at him. Why didn't you deny him? You're so stupid…

You watched as he walked off, dryly swallowing. You felt as if your heart was going to launch out of your mouth with how much it was violently beating. You couldn't do this, not after eleven whole years of not seeing him. What the hell were you thinking?

As you turned back to Gojo, you spoke up.

“Where are–”

“Follow me.”

This definitely wasn't gonna go well.

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Satoru still couldn't understand why you had left him all alone even after eleven years with your disappearance– at that point, you were the only one he had left once Geto was gone. He felt betrayed, hurt, full of rage, and the best part?

You didn't even say goodbye.

A day has passed since your graduation from Jujutsu High. Satoru was searching for you along the dormitory halls, having forgotten the entire number and location of your room since it's already been two years that you stopped talking, and even after trying everything he could to get you to talk to him without making it seem like he was the one at fault, he was unsuccessful every time you ran off somewhere else.

And before he even knew it, you had completely slipped out of his grasp. He had at least a little bit left of you in his hold before you completely disappeared, right?...

A frowning Yaga was found in his line of sight once he turned a corner into the freshman hall, a white brow rising up in confusion at the sight of his principal standing outside of a dorm room.

“Yaga? Yo! Have you seen Y/n? I have to give her something.”

“Well, you should've given it to her yesterday.”

A confused hum left Satoru’s lips, and he walked over to where Yaga stood, eyes widening at the sight of your empty dorm room once he stood beside the older man.

“She left early in the morning. Claimed the jujutsu world wasn't fit for her.”

At least a thousand questions went off in his head once he had found out, but there was only one that stood out the most to him.

Why you too?...

Satoru could still remember how dumbfounded he felt.

But when he saw you now again, it was like a pile of memories flashed through his mind all at once. Another side of him couldn't help but think of your sweet smile, your cheeks that heated every time you caught a glance of him or talked to him, your glittery eyes full of soul and excitement, your attitude that could make anyone’s day better. You even gave him that same look you did years ago; A look of adoration, love, and shyness– or was it just the streetlights hovering over you two? He didn't know, but he felt like he had fallen in love with you all over again.

Satoru seemed to have missed everything about you, even after you left him in such a bad spot. The way your arms securely wrapped around his neck when you forced a piggyback ride on him, the way you laughed or giggled at any joke he made– even if nobody did because it probably sounded stupid. The real problem was,

He hadn't noticed his feelings for you for about two months after he rejected your own feelings towards him.

The poor guy knew he already messed up when he saw that you'd take any chance to run away every time you attended a group hangout that he would plan out and then beg and whine to Geto just so that the raven haired boy would go and invite you without the mention of Satoru's name.

“Uhmm… will Gojo be there?”

“Nah, he's busy shopping for… glasses. New glasses, yes.”

“I didn't know he had a prescription?--”

“.......The sunglasses! New sunglasses! Yeah.”

“... Okay. I'll be there, then.”

Usually hiding in a nearby classroom to eavesdrop, the white haired boy would start grooving and silently cheering for himself from behind the empty classroom door, soon enough sulking when you'd end up either completely ignoring him or sneaking away from the group when he saw you there. He himself wasn't capable of doing anything, always being the one to wait and see if you would make a move or not.

“How have things been?”

The man saw the way your eyes darted to look at him, before quickly looking back at the street shops. You were so cute when you were nervous. You looked forward as you walked beside him, teeth nervously nibbling at the mochi that rested on a skewer with four other pink balls of the desert. You both decided to walk along a nearby festival and watch as the people in front of you walked along different street markets and candy shops. It would've been a nice reunion if it weren't for the awkward tension between you and the taller man. You left off on a sour note.

“Uhh, they've been good,” You swallow, shrugging. “I feel like working in an office suits me.”

Liar.

Satoru could easily see through you. And even if he didn't have the skill, you were way too easy to read.

He didn't say anything about it, though. Just simply licked his lips as he continued to chew on his own desert.

“How have things been for you?” There was that look again.

God, I wish I could kiss you.

“Been alright. not without you I started teaching a couple years after you left.”

His eyes caught your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as if you were holding back a storm. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks with a huff, making you stop and look back at him.

“Gojo?”

“Cut it out already, Y/n.” The man sighed, shoving his blindfold into his pocket as he walked over to you, gently taking your hand and dragging you off to a secluded area of the festival– an area where the two of you couldn't be heard or interrupted. Your brows raised in slight surprise, heat warming your cheeks at the feeling of his calloused hand tightly holding yours.

Satoru walked off into an alleyway, letting go of your hand and making you face him, frowning down at you. You looked up at him in confusion, furrowing your brows.

“Are you okay? I don’t understa–”

“Why did you leave me?”

Your eyes widened. Is that what he’s been holding back from saying this whole time? Is that what he's wanted to ask ever since you left? All of these eleven years?...

“What?...”

The older man’s lip quivers, azure orbs trembling and looking into yours with a look of… sorrow?

“You heard what I said. Why'd you leave me? After– after he–”

You blinked a few times, seeing how his brows creased. You knew exactly who he was referring to. He as in his best friend, the one he'd choose over you any day, the one that stuck with Satoru while you were avoiding him– Oh, how much you'd give just to see the poor boy again. He was just as important as Satoru was to you.

Today was Geto's last day at Jujutsu High. You were walking impatiently-- well, running as fast as your legs could drag you as you searched for the raven haired senior. While you searched you found Gojo sitting at the large steps that led to his classes, long legs stretched out as far as they could be, taking up almost all of the space for anyone trying to make way.

"Satoru!"

You quickly ran over to him in a panic, panting heavily as you stood right in front of him, cheeks flushed from how much you ran.

"Is Suguru still he--"

The boy didn't answer as he sat by himself, azure eyes that were usually full of emotion with a happy gleam peacefully resting in them were now empty, gazing off into the bright, cloudless sky that to him looked like a dark void attempting to effortlessly suck him in with nothing but a dark, hopeless future awaiting him. You slowly came to a stop at the sight of his unusual pout. Gojo stood up from the steps and lazily walked down the sculpted concrete, pulling his sunglasses off.

Suddenly, the tears that you were holding back while searching for a head of long black hair prior to now spilled out of your glazed eyes and onto your heated cheeks at the sight of his dull eyes, immediately knowing the answer. Gojo stood in front of you with a somber expression and you instantly engulfed his waist in a tight hug, sobbing into his uniform clad chest.

Your senior hugged you back, almost immediately wrapping his slender arms around your smaller figure. You felt as he placed his chin atop your head and rubbed circles into your back, shakily signing into your hair.

"He's gone, Y/n."

You hadn't talked ever since… he left.

You were too busy crying into your senior’s chest to notice the invisible kiss that he breathed onto the top of your head, a few tears leaving his own emptied oceans.

“What are we gonna do without him, Satoru?..” You hiccuped, and he softly shushed you, running a hand over your hair. You pulled your head out of his chest. God, how much he hated seeing you cry. A soft whine left your tear soaked lips, glassy eyes gazing up at him with more than a pinch of sadness resting in them. Why were you crying so much? If that's how much you were crying over his best friend, he couldn't imagine how much you had cried over him when he confronted you about your feelings.

“We'll figure it out… together.”

You didn't think things would end up the way they did with his only best friend leaving the school. Did it get worse for him with you leaving, too? You'd usually say no in other situations, but right now, with your unreciprocated highschool lover standing right before you with tears threatening to leave his saddened eyes, you couldn't help but feel perplexed over his feelings towards you.

“You left me– left me when I needed you the most… you didn't even say goodbye! You didn't tell me shit and left right after graduation!”

Tears brimmed in your own eyes.

“Satoru, I didn't know–”

“Didn't know?” He gritted his teeth, “Didn't know what? That I was hurting just as much as you were? That I was trying to get you to talk to me again, so much that I even begged Suguru to lie to you just so I could see you?! Did that hug not mean anything to you, or were you just too caught up with yourself to notice my efforts?!”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, a small tear drop slowly rolling down your cheek. Your brows knit together in confusion. Not only did he just confess something so random but,

He was blaming you for avoiding him?

“What efforts?! You were the one who rejected me!” You bite your lip, so hard that it nearly starts to bleed. Holding back tears,

“Leave Suguru out of this. You don't know how many times I contemplated leaving… I-I thought that avoiding you would help me forget it all, but seeing you every single time just made it worse for me..-- why can't– why can't you understand that you're the reason I left?! I didn't want to hurt you more and say it to your face because I was worried about you, Satoru!”

You were crying now, fresh, fat tears leaving your trembling eyes as you looked up at his wide-eyed expression. A shaky sigh escaped your lips, and you quickly averted his gaze.

“I loved you so much, and I still do, but I just– I couldn't face you… If you really did love me too then you should've said something about it–”

Before you could finish your sentence, your face was getting sandwiched between two large hands, and you suddenly felt Satoru's glossed lips gently pressing up against yours in an unexpected kiss. The white haired man pulled away after five seconds or less, panting and pressing his forehead on yours, both of your noses squishing against each other.

“How was I supposed to do that?” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Every time I tried to, you'd run away.”

You opened your eyes to meet his now opened ones, your face contorting into a scrunchy frown as your gentle hands met his face, pinching his cheek. Satoru let out a soft whine in response, smiling when you sniffled and pouted up at him.

“‘M sorry… I should've noticed you were trying to talk to me,” You sighed, hesitantly running a hand through his hair. Another tear rolled down your cheek, and he gently wiped it away with his thumb, shaking his head.

“It's okay, it was mostly my fault for not realizing it any sooner.” Satoru explained, letting out a soft hum when you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips pressing against his in a quick kiss. A gentle smack from your lips sounded about when you slowly pulled away, gazing up at him.

“As long as you don't leave me again for eleven whole years, I'll be happy with you.”

“...Really happy?” You gave him a soft, teary smile.

“Happiest man in the world,” He chuckled, gazing down at you with glowy blue oceans, ones that shine brightly in the moonlight, so bright that you could see the affection and newfound sorrowless love now pooling in circles around the dark hole that wanted nothing but to see you, you and no one else.

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