Joyboying - I Got Too Silly

Restraining Order Arc

What Satoru’s doing right now could be called many things. “Protecting you from afar,” if we want to romanticize it. “Watching over you in case something happens,” if we’re being generous.

Or, the fucking fact: stalking.

Yeah. He’s stalking you. Again.

This is after the talk last night. Geto and Shoko had sat him down like two exhausted divorced parents, telling him to “let it go” and “stop tracking her.”

He swore he’d stop. Swore he’d move on. Swore on his limited edition Dior sunglasses. Then he drove up to some mountain like a fake spiritual influencer, prayed to Buddha, left a ¥10,000 note and two strawberry Pockys as an offering, and declared he was reborn.

Cut to: him sitting in his car three blocks from your apartment right now, with binoculars and a hot latte. Again.

He’s been through this cycle so many times, his therapist got so sick of him and she quit. So naturally, he got a new therapist. And started over like a glitchy sim. Telling the same tragic little story with the same unhinged flair:

“I saw her at a bus stop. I was late from work. It was raining. She looked like she hated her life. And boom. I was in love. So I started... you know. Looking out for her.”

Which sounds normal until he clarifies that by “looking out” he means memorizing your routine, rescuing you from imaginary dangers, and once accidentally following you into a bookstore and hiding behind a shelf of cookbooks because “he didn’t want to seem weird.”

And he keeps expecting the therapist to gasp like, “Wow, the heart wants what it wants!” But no. Every time it’s the same concerned nod. The same scribbling on a notepad.

After the bookstore incident (which technically wasn't stalking because it was a public space and he was just... browsing), Gojo tells himself he’s going to chill.

He even writes it down in his Notes app: “No more lurking. Be normal. Play it cool.” Then immediately follows that with: “But what if she gets mugged????”

So naturally, he ups the delusion.

Now he’s in full prep mode. Surveillance. Casual disguises. A hat. Bright white that has “HOTTER THAN YOUR BOYFRIEND” stitch on it in glitter thread, but technically still a disguise.

He followed you into a grocery store, pretending to shop while nervously narrating to himself like he’s starring in a low-budget spy movie:

“Target is in aisle 3. Repeat, aisle 3. Looking at—oat milk? Classy. She’s health-conscious. Maybe lactose-intolerant. God, she’s perfect.”

He grabs a basket, puts in five cucumbers he doesn’t need, two packs of gum, and a single lemon. He does not need a lemon. He just saw you pick one up, and it felt right.

You spend 10 minutes comparing two brands of cereal. He spends those same 10 minutes fake-texting on his phone and staring at a can of beans like it holds all the answers to his tragic love life.

At one point, he gets too close. You glance his way. Eye contact. Panic.

He gasps. Loudly. Drops the lemon. The thought of “Oh no, she’s seen me in my natural habitat,” and literally ducks behind a shelf of protein bars. Smooth.

You leave. He follows five minutes later, pretending to be on a very serious call with “his lawyer” about “emotional damages from a horror movie.”

Back in his car, he breathes like he just ran a marathon. Sits in silence. Then says out loud to absolutely no one:

“It’s not stalking. It’s destiny prep.”

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Location: Gojo’s Stupidly Huge Penthouse Time: 3:47 PM, Monday Event: Intervention #3 of the week (yes it’s Monday)

Gojo's penthouse door slams open with all the grace of a wrecking ball, and in storms Geto, holding a six-pack of beer and a bag of sour cream chips like they’re his most prized possessions. Shoko follows behind, sunglasses perched on her nose and a vape dangling from her lips, exhaling the kind of smoke that screams “spiritually done.”

Geto slams the door shut behind him. "WE'RE BACK. AGAIN," he announces, like he’s been doing this for years.

Shoko doesn’t even look up as she walks past him, inhaling from the vape. "This place still smells like delusion and cologne," she mutters, taking her usual spot on the couch with a deep, soul-crushing sigh.

Gojo, who’s been doing some extremely important work on his couch, hastily shoves something under the cushions. He glancing over his shoulder with the nervous energy of a man who’s been caught red-handed.

"Satoru. Be honest. How many times did you ‘accidentally’ bump into her this week?" she demands, already knowing the answer.

Gojo, without missing a beat, raises an eyebrow. "Define ‘bump into.’ Like, physical contact? Because technically—"

"Oh my GOD," Geto groans, cutting him off. He marches over and pulls out the glittery blue diary that Gojo definitely didn’t hide well enough. It falls open to a page titled, “Coughing in Sync — Is She My Soulmate?”

Shoko's eye twitches. "NOPE."

Geto slaps the diary shut and waves it around like a battle flag. "BURN IT. LIGHT IT ON FIRE."

Gojo goes on the defensive, clutching the diary to his chest like it's his firstborn child. "It’s art," he insists, his voice serious. "You people are just afraid of vulnerability."

Shoko, deadpan, turns to Geto. "No. We’re afraid of you catching a felony charge, Gojo."

Geto cracks open a beer, clearly done with this conversation. "You’re spiraling, dude. You haven’t eaten a real meal in like three days."

Shoko, taking a slow drag from her vape, adds, "You left a Post-It on the fridge that said, ‘Love feeds me now.’"

Gojo doesn’t even flinch. He just starts dramatically pacing the floor in his ridiculously expensive designer socks. "You don’t get it," he begins, voice lowering into a deep, almost tragic tone.

"There’s just something about her. The way she ties her hair. The way she—she—chooses tomatoes so carefully. She’s delicate. Methodical. A Virgo, probably."

Shoko, not missing a beat, snaps, "You googled her zodiac sign again, didn’t you."

Gojo looks at her, all soft and vulnerable. "...and her moon."

Geto, staring at him in disbelief, exhales sharply. "Bro. We are LEASHING you. You’re grounded. From the outside world."

Shoko’s eyes narrow. "And if I see you in another wig at her grocery store, I’m calling the police myself."

Gojo falls to the floor in one dramatic swoop, arms flailing. "I’m just watching over her..." His voice is almost like he’s about to break into tears.

Shoko doesn’t even look at him, instead texting on her phone. "Like Batman if Batman had unresolved abandonment issues and a Pinterest board titled ‘Future Wife.’"

Geto clinks his beer can in a mock toast. "You need help."

Gojo, not missing a beat, grins. "I have help. You two. My best friends."

Shoko glances at him over the top of her sunglasses. "We’re not helping. We’re preventing."

Geto leans back in his chair with a sigh. "We are the fence between you and a restraining order."

A long, tense silence fills the room.

Gojo takes a sip of Geto’s beer, cringing slightly at the taste. He mutters, barely audible, "She sneezed twice yesterday. I was worried." His tone is so serious it’s almost tragic. "So I lit incense."

"I’m scheduling the exorcism." Shoko exhale too exhausted.

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EXCLUSIVE LOOK INTO: SATORU GOJO’S PRIVATE DIARY

DO NOT READ. SERIOUSLY. I WILL KNOW. (...Unless you’re her. Hi.)

March 1st, 1:03 AM She bought the cinnamon granola again. Third time this month. I Googled if that has a deeper meaning. Apparently cinnamon symbolizes warmth and protection. So basically... she’s screaming my name through cereal. God, she’s so subtle. I love her mind.

March 3rd, 11:47 PM I saw her jaywalk. I was about to shout “be careful, love of my life!!” But then I remembered boundaries. So I whispered it into my scarf. That counts as self-restraint.

March 6th, 2:21 AM I dreamed about her again. We were in IKEA. She asked me to hold a lamp. I woke up crying. What does it mean???

March 9th, 4:06 PM She wore a blue hoodie today. Baby blue. Innocent. Casual. A little oversized. I wrote a poem about it:

Baby blue hoodie Engulfs my heart like soft clouds She has pockets. Damn.

March 11th, 12:59 AM Geto read one of my entries and said “this is illegal in 17 states.” He doesn't get it. He’s in love with logic. I’m in love with her.

March 13th, 8:34 PM Shoko threatened to burn my journal. She called it “romanticized surveillance literature.” So rude.

He flips the page dramatically, clicks his glitter gel pen, and titles the next entry: “Operation: Accidental Dog Park Encounter”

He doesn’t own a dog.

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i'm not joking he is the type to break into your apartment just to rearrange your fridge for better feng shui and then leave a sticky note saying 'love you'

this was brought to you by my scorpio moon.... what is your moon sign?????

luffy and law saying "i love you" to each other truly hits so different when you remember ace and cora-san literally their most important person said "thanks for loving me" and "law i love you" before they died to them. their similar backstory when it comes to this gave it more nuances almost like a proof for second chance or a promise to each other that surely this time whatever lies ahead before them the outcome will be different.

part 2

Rapper Sukuna would definitely have an album cover with your body on it. Not your face or anything, but like after another rough night with him, you're totally out, sleeping on your stomach. He takes a fuzzy pic of your naked back and a little of your ass. If you have a back tattoo, even better. Or maybe a hickey-covered neck or tits. And yes, he’s adding some part of your moans or voice somewhere.

Especially once you both start dating, oh, he’s making one album fully dedicated to you. Like, just you. Nothing else, and all of them are just hits. This man is a simp, and he's out and proud about it. He gives no fucks. He knows his girl is hot shit, and he’s just admiring. Especially if you're not in the music industry or you're just a private girl, that’s okay too.

When in concert, he’s taking you everywhere, and sometimes he’ll bring you out just to show you off. He’s so in love, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. All the other girls he’s messed with or dated? Long gone and forgotten. Sukuna is completely yours. You’ll post funny stuff on your private account, and he won’t push you to be a public couple.

There are a few pics of you together, caught by paparazzi, either on a date or just chilling with his arms around you. The height difference and the aesthetic you both give off are total couple goals. His Instagram and Twitter slowly become your own fan page, where he posts nothing but pictures of you or some intimate moments.

In an interview, when asked if he’s thought about marriage and taking the next step with you, he just says, “What do you mean? She’s already my wife. We’ve been married, people,” with his usual attitude.

The interviewer is left speechless, and the fans go wild because Sukuna says it so casually, like it’s just a fact everyone should’ve known. From then on, the rumors start flying even more. People start speculating if you really are married or if Sukuna's just being himself, always claiming what’s his. But he doesn't care—he loves the mystery and keeps everyone guessing.

Whenever he's on tour or doing promo, he’s FaceTiming you backstage or sneaking in mentions of you during interviews. Even when people try to ask about his music, he somehow finds a way to bring you up. It's almost like you’re his muse for everything.

And then, out of nowhere, he drops a surprise album, no promos, no teasers—just pure fire—and all of it is dedicated to you. Fans lose it because each song has little pieces of your relationship in it, whether it’s your voice sampled in the background, lyrics about your late-night conversations, or even beats that match your favorite songs.

Sukuna doesn’t shy away from his feelings. He’s never been afraid to show off his love for you, and the album only proves it more. When the album cover drops, it’s another intimate shot of you—something no one else would dare post, but he does because to him, you’re everything.

And the craziest part? He never even publicly confirms if you’re married or not. The world keeps guessing, but to him, it doesn’t matter. You’re his, and that’s all anyone needs to know.

So Luffy and Law reunion after two years, some totally biased thoughts...

Luffy really just recognized Law right away like that, huh? After two years of not meeting at all, and barely having interacted prior to Marineford. What was the first thing he recognized that he was sure that's the guy who saved him then? (Is there something you would like to share with the class, Luffy?)

It's so funny because nothing could've prepared Law for Luffy's sheer joy when they met again. He was so genuinely happy to find Law and it's ruining Law's emo vibes.

Like damn, he built up a reputation!

Pretty much everyone else up to that point has called him cruel, ruthless and all that. Back to Marineford and Sabaody, people talked about bad rumors about him. Even when he saved Luffy, they doubted his intentions. They were so sure there must be a catch to Law's help. (There was no catch.) It's just fun to think about because here Luffy is treating him as something good that happened in his life. Poor Law couldn't handle that much positive attention.

And uhm no, trying to deflect saving someone's life from death as "nothing" or something like that wouldn't really work. Especially when Law really didn't need to risk it all like that to get Luffy out of Marineford. They barely had a connection and even a potential rivalry is hardly worth the risk. Calling it a "whim" is the most Law can call it before he starts questioning his life again. But whatever the reason is, the fact still stands that he helped Luffy... And isn't that what matters, anyways? To Luffy, at least.

Law: "We are both pirates." (we're enemies)

Luffy: ":D Okay, anyways, you saved my life."

Law !!!! He ADORES you already !! It's over !! And giving more helping hand doesn't actually help your case !!

Also more exhibits of Luffy being excited over Law that I just find so cute. The way he perked up when Law was mentioned... He likes him.

He didn't say anything during Brownbeard's story until Law was mentioned, Luffy my guy.... He likes him so much, not necessarily romantic, but Luffy really just likes Law.

Law really stood no chance and asking Luffy for that alliance was the final nail to his coffin. He sealed his fate to be Luffy's super duper mega best friend FOR LIFE.

just needed to map out his scars for science reasons, I promise...

one piece saved my life man

What happened during their little date based on that official art

Fishbones PART 1 🦈