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A Bad Idea | Geto Suguru x Y/N

Synopsis: Gojo Satoru’s younger sister has found herself in a compromising position with his best friend, Geto Suguru. 

Warnings/contains: plus sized reader, fem reader, she/her, drinking, cussing, mature content {cunnilingus, suguru dominate, teasing top, orgasm, oral sex: male receiving, swallowing cum like it’s a delicacy, kissing, biting, and moaning}

word count: 3.8K

a/n: The ending is... more or less abrupt, but I wanted a chance to possibly make a second part in the future because I have a lot planned for these two!

“Grow up.” His dark eyes avoided your general area as he stood before you. He wasn’t close enough to hear how fast your heart beat, but you could smell him. That wonderful, intoxicating, warm smell of his cologne. You shouldn’t be thinking about how delicious he smells though, you should be mad at him. 

“I thought our one rule was supposed to be good communication.” you start, but he interrupts with his melodic laugh. 

“You cannot be serious right now y/n.” Those eyes are now glaring at you. You wish you both weren’t headstrong because he looks so sexy right now with his silky raven hair combed over to one side of his head. He had a cream-colored shirt on that clung to his muscular form. He’d rolled up the long sleeves to expose his forearms and the intricate tattoo that curled up the length of his right arm. 

“You’re the one that allowed me to kiss you!” You exclaim, frustrated with the games he was trying to play. Suguru runs a hand down his face and steps closer to you, eyes narrowed. 

“You’re my best friend’s little sister. This cannot go on.” His proximity sends a shiver up your spine. You could do one of two things, bow your head and accept what he was telling you, or kiss him again. You bite your bottom lip, tempted by the latter option. 

“Toru doesn’t have to find out.” You knew your older brother would be weird about the two of you being intimate with each other. Satoru had always been protective of you, claiming he was the best big brother to ever walk the Earth. As his little sister, you couldn’t help but look up to your shining older brother. He was pretty great at times. After all, once he heard about the kids saying mean things about your weight to you on the playground he’d practically made dirt their favorite food. Suguru rolls his eyes in frustration and you can’t help but watch the tick of his jaw as he tries to decide what to do with you. 

“You know he’ll discover us eventually.” His eyes soften ever so slightly as they take in your face. You smirk up at the tall man in front of you. 

“So there’s an us now?” You give into the electric pull between you and his body. Reaching out a tentative hand to his bicep, you curl your fingers around the girth of his upper arm. You were hopeful Suguru would understand what this simple touch meant. 

You wanted him. Needed him. Ever since the two of you were younger and Satoru introduced his new friend to the unexpecting you. His hair was slightly shorter back then and greasy. He’d grown into himself over the years, learning how to take care of his hair, body, and responsibilities. 

“Y/n.” His sigh is long and it gives you a chance to move your hand up to his cheek. 

“Suguru.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes are tracking your expression, weary of what might happen if he looks away. 

“This is a bad idea.” He silently tries to sway you one last time to forget about him. How could you? Suguru Geto was so good at communicating with his eyes that you already knew what he wanted. Your hand slides down his jawline and you palm his sternum. 

“Aren’t all good ideas bad?” You swallow hard, unaware of the strain you were having on Suguru’s restraint. “Just one kiss,” You breathe, leaning up on the tips of your toes to level your lips with his. 

“You know it’s not going to be only one,” Suguru backs you against the kitchen counter. You gasp slightly as he plants an arm on either side of you against the granite. Before you can think of how your breath smells his plump lips are encasing yours. Your eyes roll closed and you allow your hands to run vigorously through his hair. A small moan escapes your lips as Suguru palms you under the oversized shirt you wore. He breaks from the kiss and bumps his forehead against yours. “Fuck, why’d you have to moan?” He hisses, eyes squeezed shut. You feel a pang of anxiety course through you. Did he not like that you moaned? Was it weird that you felt pleasure from the contact of his hand on your skin? 

“I'm sorry-” You start to say but he kisses you aggressively this time. Hunger seeps through his mouth. He moves from your lips down your jaw and to your neck. Your body melts under his touch. Suguru nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You let out a little yelp and turn to meet his gaze. 

“I swear you’re going to make me go crazy.” He rolls his lips under his teeth, waiting for you to respond to his confession. 

“I think you’d be a sexy mad hatter.” You tease. A grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. He smooches your neck, then trails kisses up to your nose. 

“You’re incredibly hard to say no to.” His dark hair runs like midnight waves messily around his face. 

“It’s a power I have to use with great responsibility.” You laugh, closing your eyes as you do so. When you open them back up his eyes are observing you again. It makes you squirm slightly, but not because you were uncomfortable. It was for another reason entirely, kissing was nice but you wanted to know how good Suguru was in bed. A devious query you wanted to be answered as soon as possible. Your ears perk up as a noise comes from the front door. Suguru’s eyes go wide and he scrambles away from you, moving toward the fridge. He opens it and pretends to look for something. You on the other hand busy yourself with scrolling through the first app you thought to open, which happened to be Webtoons. Satoru strolls through the door, a huge smile on his face. His silver hair is pushed back by his sunglasses on top of his thick head. 

“Well, look at that. You both are the exact people I wanted to see.” He hands his keys on his special hook and then starts toward us. Suguru gets a water bottle out of the fridge and hands it to me. You nod toward him signaling your thanks, but he doesn’t look my way. “I had a long day at work, come greet your brother.” He extends his arms. 

“Needy bastard.” You grumble, but you oblige to his request. He wraps his long arms around you with a tight squeeze. He kisses the top of your head and then holds you at arm's length. His head tilts as he studies you, then his brows furrow. 

“What’s this?” He questions, zeroing in on something to your side. 

“What?” You reply, twisting to figure out what he was referring to. Satoru holds you still and touches a spot on your lower neck. 

“Right here. It’s all red and blotchy.” His bright eyes flit to meet yours, concern and anger written all of over his face. You knew your brother was thinking of the worst. Surely a red splotch on your skin couldn’t be a bug bite, no that was too simple. 

“Probably a bug bite.” You laugh and go to cover the area with your hand but Toru is quicker than you. He feels it again and shakes his head. 

“There’s no bump.” His eyes narrow and he holds your hand away from your neck. “Did you have a boy over while I was gone?” He interrogates. You push your older brother away with an annoyed sigh. 

“No.” You dismiss. “Maybe I’m getting a rash from your stupidity.” Satoru sighs and finally leans his long body against the counter. He pinches the bridge of his nose and then drags that hand down to his jaw. 

“Sorry sis, I just didn’t want a repeat of Stuart.” He sighs again and Suguru basically chokes on his next breath.

“Who’s Stuart?” He quizzes through stifled laughs. You glare at him but he ignores you. Your older brother rolls his eyes and gestures to you. 

“Some dude that somehow had sex with y/n.” He replies, a sneer appearing on his lips. Suguru stops laughing and finally looks at you since Satoru had arrived. His eyes are searching your body like there are going to be remnants of Stuart there. “Anyway Geto do you want to head over to the bar? Daddy’s thirsty.” Satoru pushes off the counter and goes back toward the door, grabbing his keys. 

“I really hate when you call yourself that.” Suguru groans and goes to follow him, removing his eyes from you. 

“Well y/n we’ll be back when I’m nice and drunk. I need to fuckin’ forget about today.” He shows you a huge grin and lifts a hand to wave, his key ring around his pointer finger. You narrow your eyes at your older brother.

“You just got home though,” You start walking toward him. Satoru had been drinking a lot lately, and you were worried. If he continued like this it was going to turn into a serious problem. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” You try to convince him to stay. Satoru closes the distance between you and wraps his arms around you in a brisk movement. 

“I’m going to be alright y/n, besides I’ve got this hunk to protect me.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at Suguru, who looks up from putting his jacket on. 

“Yeah no, if anything I’m leaving your gangly ass behind.” Suguru winks at you and a flush rises through your body, surrounding your cheeks in a rosy hue. Satoru dismisses what his best friend had said and kisses your forehead again. 

“I’m sorry we’re leaving you alone, but just think of it this way, at least you might get another video of me trying to twerk to Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Satoru ruffles your hair with that signature smile of his, then turns to leave. Once he’s through the door Suguru lingers for a moment. You can tell he wants to say something about what happened before but is afraid Satoru will walk through the door again. Oh, what the fuck, you couldn’t resist teasing him. You lean against the wall and twist your hair around a finger. 

“Hurry back, I’ll be waiting in my room for you.” You move forward the slightest bit, enough so that your nose would be filled with his scent. “I like the idea of you in between my legs.” You turn to leave but Suguru catches your wrist and pulls you into him. He leans down to your ear, his hair tickling your nose, but it smelt like rain and wood. 

“We’ll flip a coin to see which head goes first.” He then lowers his mouth to the spot he left on you earlier and licks it slowly. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun kisses your skin.” His eyes lift to meet yours and your breath gets stuck in your throat. You could feel the electric pull of want, need, and pressure in your body. You try to lean forward to kiss him, but he pulls back. “Ah ah ah, not now princess, I want you to be yearning for me to satisfy you when I get back.” He smirks at the look on your face and then turns to leave. “See ya y/n! Thanks for helping me find my phone!” He lifts a hand in a small wave. Satoru sits in his car, drumming against the steering wheel to a song. You finally let out a shaky breath and shut the door behind them. You press your hot skin against the cool of the door. Holy shit. Did that really just happen? Were you about to have sex with Suguru Geto when he gets back from drinking with his best friend, your older brother? Your pussy practically throbs with excitement. You’re sure if it had the power to speed up time, that’s what it would be doing. 

Suguru was no Stuart, he was probably bigger, more experienced, just an overwhelming presence. You pull your lips under your teeth and glance at the clock. How do you even get ready for something like this? Shower, shave, and busy yourself to make the time go by faster. 

3 hours had passed since the two of them had left. You’d been laying in your bed reading some wholesome comic for the majority of that time. Your shower had felt magnificent and you wore a nice pastel pink bralette and a black thong. Was it overkill since they’d be on the floor soon? Yes, but you wanted him to know you were serious enough to try for him. You had put on the same oversized shirt you wore earlier and snuggled into bed. You’re about to call it a night, considering it was almost 1 in the morning, but that's when your door swings open. Suguru stands panting in the doorway, assessing you covered up and on your phone. 

“Where’s my brother?” Is the first thing you think of to say. Suguru smirks and tilts his head at you. 

“Left em’ at the bar.” He reports, the teasing smirk still on his lips. You roll your eyes and he stumbles into your room, closing the door with his foot. “He’s downstairs on the couch. I’d rather not wear myself out trying to drag his ass up to his room. Also doubles as you being able to be as loud as you want.” He’s still closing the distance between the two of you and you can feel the anxiety start to creep up your spine. Shit, this was happening. 

“Well, where is the coin?” You ask, trying to prolong this moment so you could mentally prepare yourself. Suguru stuffs his hand in his back pocket and produces a silver coin. He flips it and time seemingly slows down as it lands back in his hand. You watch closely as he turns the coin over on his other hand. Still covering it he looks up at you. 

“Heads or tails?” He grins. You look away from him, nervous for the first time in a while. Stuart never made you feel electrified when you both were about to have sex. Suguru on the other hand had this presence that made you want all of him. 

“Heads, you eat me out.” You hear yourself say, eyes locking on his. He lowers his hand to show you what the coin had landed on. A small gasp escapes your lips as the head of some president stares back at you. 

“Fine dining it is.”  Suguru tosses the coin on your nightstand and grabs the end of your blanket, flinging it to the side. You yelp as the cold air stings your warm thighs. He gets on his knees and ties his hair back in a bun. He then taps the edge of the bed, beckoning you to come to him. You scoot over to him, positioning yourself neatly in front of him. He smiles up at you, his eyes glinting with some sort of emotion you can’t quite decipher. “Are you okay with this?” Lazily dragging a finger up and down your inner thigh. You suck in a breath and nod. Suguru bites his bottom lip and places both of his hands on your knees. He pushes them apart slowly, taking in the black thong you had on. A smirk plays with his lips as he meets your gaze again. “Did you put on these for me?” He playfully asks. You press your lips together and avoid eye contact. “You’re adorable, princess.” He spreads you apart more and you're suddenly looking back at the beautiful man in between your legs. 

“I-I’m nervous.” You admit, shying away from his scrutinizing gaze. He leaves a light trail of kisses on your thigh. 

“Don’t be, just focus on the pleasure.” He mumbles against your reddening thigh. That’s when he grabs hold of the hem of your thong and pulls them off you. He tosses them over his shoulder, eyes trained on your exposed pussy. He groans low in his throat. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking stunning.” He wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. He roughly kisses your thigh and frees a hand to reach your throbbing entrance. He glances up at you through his lashes and then pushes a finger into you. A light moan comes from your lips and you can tell Suguru likes the sound of your little moans because another finger is already inside you. You start to squirm with pleasure as he pumps them in and out of you. 

“Ah, fuck, right there.” You cry out, enjoying the way his lips kiss your thighs and his fingers feel your insides. A budding pressure builds in your lower abdomen, threatening to explode any second. Suguru seems entranced by the way your cunt gobbles up his fingers. You start to tremble and reach out a shaky hand to grab onto his wrist. “Please, I want your tongue inside me.” You rasp, eyes rolling back in your head. He smirks against your thigh and wiggles his fingers around. 

“You’re so needy for my tongue.” He teases but removes his fingers slowly. “Tell me what you want y/n.” You let go of his wrist and try to catch your breath. 

“I want to c-cum on your face.” You manage to stutter out. Suguru licks his lips with a low grunt. He takes a deep breath in. 

“Glad to know we’re on the same page.” Then he dips his head in between your legs, angling his head so his tongue can sweep across your needy clit. You shudder at the contact of your already sensitive pussy. He places his lips firmly around your clit and starts to suck, sloshing his spit and your juices around. You start to grind against his face, yearning for the sweet release. He hums with you in his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him into you as his tongue fucks you. You start to quiver against him. 

“Oh! I’m going to cum! Suguru!” You moan out his name as your stomach twists in knots. A splintering orgasm pushes you to keep Suguru’s head right where he is. He obliges by lapping up your juices. Once you feel the fire start to subside you release his head. You let out a breathy moan as Suguru licks you off his face. 

“You taste like honey.” He grins. You stare at his angled face, taking in the scene of him with your juices on his lips. You sit up a bit more and glance down at his crotch. He’s pressed against his pants, straining the fabric. He notices me peering at him and shifts himself. “Jeez, now you’re making me nervous.” You place both hands on his shoulders and push up to a standing position. 

“Get up, it’s your turn.” You move out of the way so he has room to take the spot where you just were. 

“Y-y/n you really don’t have to do-”

“Now.”

“Jeez okay.”

Suguru stands and pulls at the hem of his pants. He steps out of both his pants and boxers and you watch as his erection springs forth, nearly hitting him in the abdomen. He places himself on the edge of the bed and you hear a deep intake of breath from him. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” You coo. He rolls his eyes and braces himself against the edge of the bed. His hair is a mess after you mangled it, but for once your eyes are more inclined to look at his hard cock. It’s bigger than you expected, probably around 8 or so inches. You're not sure if you’ll be able to take the whole thing in your mouth, but you’d try your hardest for Suguru. 

“Come on, wrap those pretty lips around me.” Suguru coaxes in that deep voice of his. You look at him as you sink to your knees in front of him. You wrap your fingers around him and rub the head with the pad of your thumb. He shudders and you like the way a deep grumble comes from within him. You bring your lips to the head and place a gentle kiss there. “Fuck.” Suguru hisses. Then you take his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head slowly at first. Suguru moans and hisses about how great you’re doing. You can feel his cock twitching in your mouth and you swirl your tongue around him. Suguru’s hand then grabs your head, pushing you down on his cock. You choke at the sudden clog of him in your throat. You try your best to continue, but he’s now hitting the back of your throat, making it hard to focus. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears form in your eyes. “Right there y/n, fuck me.” You were trying to, but Suguru was filling your mouth. You look at him through your lashes, watching him hand his head back with breathy pants of pleasure. He looked majestic even as he used your throat to get off. 

The cum is hot on your tongue as he spills into your mouth. A shudder ran through him, his hand clenching your hair. His cock slips out of your mouth, trailing a little bit of semen down your chin. He yanks your head back and a hungry look encases him. 

“Swallow it.” He demands. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you had planned to anyway. You were his little whore and he tasted almost as delicious as he smelt. Suguru’s chest rises and falls with quick breaths as he watches you lick the cum on your chin. 

“Yummy.” You hum, maintaining eye contact with him. He’s still holding your head back and he seems to realize he could be hurting you so he gives you some slack. Though, not too much, it’s obvious he likes to be in charge. “Kiss me Suguru.” You pant. He watches you with those careful eyes of his. 

“Beg me.” He hisses. You nearly melt into his demand. God, he was so fucking sexy when he told you to beg. 

“Please Suguru, I need you to kiss me.” That’s all it takes for him to crash his lips against yours. Your lips are swollen from sucking him off, but you love the slight sting as he slides off the bed to join you on the ground. He nips at your soft jaw and grinds against you. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He growls, hand still caught in your hair. “I can’t wait to fuck you y/n.” He’s about to move forward with this wonderful moment but you both hear footsteps outside your door. You feel a cold chill of fear surround you. You look back at Suguru, his eyes are trained on you. “He’s probably moving to his bed.” He whispers. 

Well, you sure fucking hoped so or this was going to be one of those bad ideas.  

getooo

i redrew some cursed images w jjk characters bc i felt like it

also ignore the tags if theyre weird im only used to tagging on instagram lmao

part two

part three

a late night mission

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ military soldier!suguru geto n his handsome smile once he sees his darling tap him out of the military formation, engulfing them with his strong veiny arms and peppering kisses all over their face ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა imagine just how pent up he must've been from training hehe ~ he's got his sweetheart moaning and whimpering with their legs hugging his torso, hickies littered everywhere from darling's neck to their inner thighs, they can try to plead and beg for a moment to rest, but suguru got his ears closed, not when his dick is throbbing n ready for more rounds after enough months without sex ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა "Been missing this for so long, miss having my cock inside you--Ngh! Heh, I miss this pussy... You're gonna be good for me, yeah sweetheart? Say it, say you'll be good for me, then I'll let you cum."

It's him he's the princess

playing around with brushes

um graphic design isn't my passio

some getos but hyunjin ref

cannot find the other image

I love them your honor 🥺💕

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Geto Suguru x Reader

Gojo Satoru x Reader

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⋆˚✿˖° 2. I’ve Played these Games Before

Headcannon, the men are stupid

if you missed the last chapter and want more-> masterlist

₍^. .^₎⟆ Geto sighed, stretching his arms as he strolled toward his dorm. The study session had been useless (as expected), but at least it had been entertaining. Though, if he was being honest, the best part of the evening had been watching Gojo flail around in real-time romantic panic.

He smirked to himself. That was going to be fun to watch unfold.

Not that he cared much about the bet itself. That was just a way to mess with Gojo, to see him squirm. Nothing more.

His plan was simple he’d treat you exactly the same as always. Calm, confident, teasing. Unlike Gojo, he didn’t need to rely on some ridiculous strategy. He wasn’t about to start googling psychological tricks like a lovesick idiot.

No, he’d just make a few subtle changes. More intentional eye contact. More casual touches. More moments of quiet attention, the kind that made people feel like they were the only one in the room.

At least, that’s what he thought, until lunchtime the next day, when Gojo started getting on his nerves.

Because, of course, Gojo wasn’t capable of subtlety.

“Wow,” Gojo whistled, sliding into the seat across from you. “Look at you, already eating without me? I thought we had something special.”

You looked up mid bite, a spoonful of rice halfway to your mouth. “Gojo, you were literally behind me in line.”

“Details,” he waved off, dramatically propping his chin in his hand. “But you know, I was thinking of eating alone today… until I saw you, and my heart just knew I couldn’t let that happen.”

You snorted. “Sounds rough, buddy.”

His sunglasses slid down his nose just enough for you to see his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You have no idea.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, taking another bite of your food. Gojo watched you closely, subtly shifting in his seat. Step one—mirroring movements. You lifted your spoon, and he lazily picked up his chopsticks. You leaned forward slightly, and he mirrored the action. He was subtle about it, of course. Natural. Completely normal. Definitely not weird.

Except you paused, squinting at him.

“…Are you copying me?”

Gojo choked on air. “Wh—what? No! Pfft. I’m just sitting.”

Your grin widened. “Satoru, are you copying me?”

He waved his chopsticks. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You squinted a second longer, then shrugged, going back to your food. “Mhm. Sure.”

Gojo let out a silent breath. Okay. Maybe less obvious on that one.

Right. Step two—eye contact.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm as he gazed at you, letting his signature smirk tug at his lips. A confident, roguish expression that, historically, had driven people wild.

You, however, just blinked at him. “Are you- why are you staring at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re waiting for me to read your mind or something.”

Gojo sighed dramatically. “I was just admiring the way the cafeteria lights shine in your eyes. Very mesmerizing. Stunning, even.”

You blinked again. “Satoru, the cafeteria lights are fluorescent.”

“Exactly,” he grinned. “Yet, somehow, you make them work.”

You just groaned, shaking your head. “You are so weird.”

He ignored the minor setback and moved to Step three—casual physical touch. Casual. Natural. Smooth. So he reached across the table and lightly flicked your forehead.

You recoiled, dramatically grabbing your head. “Ow?!”

“Oops.” He grinned. “Slipped.”

“You slipped into flicking me?”

“Crazy, right?”

You narrowed your eyes before retaliating, smacking his arm with the back of your spoon. “Oops,” you mimicked, grinning. “I slipped.”

Gojo laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, truce.” You huffed, still smiling, before turning your attention back to your food.

Step four—make them laugh.

He was already a pro at that. Easy. No problem. You weren’t in a bad mood or anything, just a little spaced out, quietly picking at your food while Geto and Shoko talked beside you. Normally, you’d be more engaged, but today, your mind just wasn’t all there.

Gojo, of course, noticed. And he could not let that slide.

“Alright, I’m making an official declaration,” he announced, leaning forward with a grin. “I’m getting her—” he pointed dramatically at you “—to laugh before lunch is over.”

Shoko didn’t even look up from her juice box. “Shouldn’t take long. Five minutes.”

“Two,” Geto said, smirking. “He’s predictable.”

You blinked at them. “Wait—what? I do laugh.”

“Not enough,” Gojo countered, watching you with exaggerated scrutiny. “Not the real, ugly, snorting kind. That’s the goal.”

“You don’t need that,” you said flatly.

“Oh, but I do.”

He leaned forward, hands clasped like he was about to deliver something profound. “Okay. Picture this. I’m fighting this cursed spirit the other day—big, ugly thing, smelled like a sewer. And it looks at me and goes, ‘Hey, aren’t you that discount Kakashi?’”

Silence.

Geto exhaled through his nose, mildly amused. Shoko just sighed. You gave Gojo a slow blink.

Gojo placed a hand on his chest, scandalized. “Nothing? That was comedy gold.”

“That was sad,” Geto corrected.

“Okay, fine, I can do better,” Gojo said, shaking it off before dramatically throwing himself against Geto’s side. “Bro, I can’t believe this. My own best friend, laughing before she does. This is a betrayal. How do I go on?”

“Quieter,” Geto muttered, shoving him off.

Gojo ignored him. “Alright, last attempt.” He turned to you, suddenly serious. “If you don’t laugh in the next ten seconds, I’m taking your dessert.”

Your head snapped up. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

And then, as if to prove he meant business, he grabbed two onigiri from Geto’s tray, wiggled them like little sock puppets, and in the most high pitched, overly dramatic voice you’d ever heard, went:

“Oh no, Gojo-sama, please spare us! We are but humble rice balls!”

He made one onigiri turn to the other. “Brother, I don’t think he’s going to show us mercy…”

The second onigiri shook dramatically. “No, we still have so much to live for! My wife, my children, who will tell them what happened to me?”

“I will, dear brother,” the first one promised solemnly. “I will tell them of your bravery!”

“No!” The second onigiri screamed (or rather, Gojo screamed for it). “You must live on! Let me be the one to—AHHH!”

And with that, Gojo chucked the onigiri into his mouth and took an exaggerated, victorious bite.

You burst out laughing. The kind of laugh you couldn’t hold in if you tried, the kind that made you lean forward onto the table, shoulders shaking as you gasped for air.

Gojo pointed at you with a mouthful of rice. “Boom. Victory.”

Shoko sighed, sipping her juice. “Took longer than I thought.”

Geto shook his head. “I’m never letting you near my food again.”

But Gojo wasn’t listening. He was too busy basking in his success, leaning toward you with a cocky grin. “Told you you couldn’t resist my charm.”

“You’re an idiot,” you wheezed, still catching your breath.

“And yet,” Gojo said, stealing your dessert anyway, “an idiot with perfect comedic timing.” You groaned I’m reply.

He grinned, triumphant.

Then, Step five, say their name more. “Hey, (Y/N),” he drawled, propping his chin on his hand.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Satoru?”

He blinked. “Uh.”

Damn it. He didn’t actually have anything to say. He’d just read in some stupid article that saying your name was supposed to make you subconsciously more interested in him.

“…Nothing,” he said smoothly, smiling. “Just wanted to remind you how nice your name sounds.”

You gave him a look. “Right.”

A beat of silence. Then

“Satoru,” you said, voice suspiciously sweet.

Gojo grinned. “Yeah?”

“You are being weird.”

“Me?” He placed a hand over his chest, mock-offended. “Weird? Perish the thought.”

You just laughed, shaking your head as you finished the last of your food. “Anyway, as fun as this has been, Im a little thirsty.”

Gojo gasped. “What, you’re leaving me?”

“You’ll survive.” You smirked, standing up. “Probably.”

He clutched his chest dramatically. “(Y/N), your cruelty knows no bounds.”

You just rolled your eyes but smiled. “I’ll be back I want to get a other juice Gojo”

And then you were gone, disappearing into the cafeteria crowd.Gojo sighed, dropping his head onto the table.Well. That could’ve gone better. He pulled out his phone, opening his notes app.

The Gojo Satoru Foolproof Love Plan™ (That Hopefully Works and Doesn’t End in Humiliation)

1. Mirroring movements (FAILED. TOO OBVIOUS.)

2. Eye contact (??? Unclear. Need feedback.)

3. Casual touches (Flicking? Bad idea. Find alternative.)

4. Make them laugh (SUCCESS. OBVIOUSLY.)

5. Say their name more (Awkward. Do not force it.)

6. Grand romantic gesture??? (Not yet. Too soon.)

7. Don’t mess this up. (Currently… TBD.)

Gojo sighed, locking his phone.

—

Geto watched from across the lunch table, fingers idly tapping against his drink, as Gojo leaned way too far into your space. He dropped your name into the conversation at least three times in the last minute, nudged your arm, and let out an exaggerated laugh at something you’d said, something that wasn’t that funny. Then when you got up he looked straight at gojo.

“Alright,” Geto drawled, resting his chin in his palm. “Are you trying to scare them away?”

Gojo shot him a look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Geto just raised an eyebrow. Gojo’s eye twitched slightly. Shoko, who had been watching this unfold with the air of someone witnessing a tragic yet hilarious accident, snorted. “You’re overdoing it,” she told Gojo.

“No, I’m not” Gojo started, then cut himself off, visibly forcing himself to look less desperate. He leaned back, feigning ease. “I mean, pfft. No way. This is all natural.”

Geto exhaled slowly, leveling Gojo with a knowing look.

Because here was the thing, Gojo wasn’t bad at this. He was naturally charismatic. He could be smooth. But when he actually cared about something? When it actually mattered?

He became a disaster, it was obvious that this mattered. Which meant Geto had the upper hand for now. He allowed himself a small smirk before turning back to you as you came back. Unlike Gojo, he wouldn’t trip over himself. He wouldn’t force it. He’d just let things fall into place.

This was going to be easy.

Except.

As lunch went on, Geto noticed something.

At first, Gojo’s fumbling had been amusing. Watching the ever-confident Satoru practically trip over his own feet was undeniably entertaining. But the longer Geto watched, the more he started to realize why Gojo was messing up so badly. Because Gojo flirted all the time. He teased, he charmed half the jujitsu world was wrapped around his finger without him even trying.

Gojo actually liked you.

The thought settled like a weight in Geto’s chest. His fingers tapped idly against the table.

He glanced at you. You were laughing, completely oblivious to the quiet crisis happening across the table. And something about that sent an uncomfortable twist through his stomach.

He wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like this was serious. He was just messing with Gojo. That’s what he’d told himself. That’s all this was.

…Right?

Then why did his gaze linger a little too long when you smiled? Why did it bother him when Gojo made you laugh first? Why did it feel like he was always second to Gojo?

Because that was how it always went, wasn’t it?

Gojo was loud, blinding, impossible to ignore. The center of attention in every room. And Geto?

He was there. A presence. A shadow. Not invisible, not overlooked but never first. watching Gojo fight for your attention, watching you react to him, laugh at him. The weight in Geto’s chest grew heavier. His grip on his drink tightened.

No.

This wasn’t about Gojo. It wasn’t about the bet. It wasn’t about proving a point. This was about you. Because he didn’t just want to win. He wanted you and for you to know he wont always come second

He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his seat, watching as Gojo tried (and failed) to act casual.

—

“You know, (Y/n),” Gojo drawled, slinging an arm over the back of your chair like he owned the place. His fingers drummed lazily against the wood, his usual cocky smirk in place. “I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s a first,” you quipped without missing a beat, eyes still focused on your food as you casually poked at your meal.

Across the table, Geto exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. Shoko, perched beside him with her cigarette balanced between two fingers, barely hid her smirk as she took a slow drag.

Gojo clicked his tongue, feigning offense. “Rude. I was about to say something really profound, actually.

Finally, you glanced up at him, eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. “Oh? Enlighten me, oh wise and powerful one.”

Gojo grinned wider, but Geto, who knew him better than anyone, noticed the way his fingers tapped just a little too quickly against the table. A nervous tic, barely noticeable. Interesting.

“Well, now I don’t want to with that attitude” Gojo continued, voice dripping with forced nonchalance. “I was just thinking, don’t you think we make a great pair?”

You blinked at him, head tilting slightly with a smirk. “A pair of what, exactly?”

For the first time since opening his mouth, Gojo hesitated. It was only for a fraction of a second, but in that brief pause, Geto could see the exact moment doubt crept into his friend’s mind.

“A pair of… cool people?” Gojo finally offered, flashing a sheepish smile, one hand adjusting his sunglasses even though they hadn’t moved.

There was a beat of silence. Shoko exhaled smoke through her nose, unimpressed. Geto took a slow sip of his drink, watching the interaction unfold with the air of a man witnessing a slow motion car crash painful, but fascinating.

Meanwhile, you squinted at Gojo, head tilting slightly, as if trying to decipher some kind of hidden meaning. “Did you just try to flirt with me by suggesting we… form a club?”

“No” Gojo started, but before he could finish, Geto decided to cut in. Because, really, this was just too good to pass up.

“Oh, I dunno,” he interjected smoothly, tilting his head slightly in your direction. His voice carried the perfect balance of amusement and intrigue, just enough to make Gojo twitch. “I think he’s onto something. You are pretty cool, after all.”

That got your attention. Your lips curled into a delighted grin as you turned to Geto. “Someone recognizes my greatness!” You placed a dramatic hand over your chest. “It’s about time.” You stick out your tongue to gojo

“Get I’m your knees and say I’m cool and you’re not ” You pointed your chopsticks at gojo,

Geto hummed, pleased with himself as he set his drink down. “I only speak the truth.”

Gojo’s eye twitched. Oh, come on.

Shoko exhaled another puff of smoke, watching the scene unfold like it was the best entertainment she’d had in weeks. This is a mess, she thought. A hilarious, glorious mess.

Gojo, meanwhile, looked like he was seconds away from combusting. He narrowed his eyes at Geto, who looked far too pleased with himself, before quickly shaking it off.

“Anyway,” Gojo cut back in, clearly trying to regain control of the conversation. He turned to you again, tapping your shoulder lightly as his grin returned. “What I meant was, you and me? We work well together, y’know? Great chemistry and all that.”

You smirk at him. “Like lab partners?”

There was a moment of silence and then Shoko choked on her drink. Geto coughed lightly, raising a fist to his mouth to cover his smirk. But internally? He was dying.

Gojo froze. His jaw clenched for just a fraction of a second before he forced a grin, his usual confidence cracking under the weight of sheer secondhand embarrassment. “Exactly like lab partners,” he said, voice painfully flat.

“Cool!” You beamed, completely oblivious to Gojo’s growing inner turmoil. “Let me know when we’re dissecting frogs, I guess.” Then you for up and ran to utahime for a moment when you see her aggressively waving you over.

Gojo groaned, flopping back in his seat like a man defeated.

Shoko wiped a tear from her eye, shaking her head. “This is actually painful to watch.”

“Not for me,” Geto mused, barely containing his smirk as he leaned back.

Gojo turned his head just enough to glare at him. “You suck.”

“Aw, Satoru,” Geto drawled, resting his chin in his palm. “Don’t be such a sore loser.”

“Losing implies I’ve lost,” Gojo shot back, sitting up with renewed determination. “And I never lose.”

Geto merely raised an eyebrow. “Sure,” he said smoothly, sipping his drink again. But inside, he was still thinking about the way you had laughed at his words. The way you had turned to him so easily, bright eyed and happy.

And just like that, what was supposed to be a harmless bet felt like something else entirely. Something he wasn’t willing to lose.

—

After lunch wrapped up, Gojo had been dragged away by some underclassmen pestering him for help though, judging by his exaggerated groan of suffering, you’d think they were sentencing him to life in prison. Shoko had peeled off shortly after, muttering something about a nap and waving lazily over her shoulder.

That left you and Geto.

The two of you walked side by side through the courtyard, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. It was warm but not unpleasant, with a soft breeze rustling through the trees. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance.

“So,” Geto said, hands slipping casually into his pockets. “Lab partners, huh?”

You grinned, glancing up at him. “What? You don’t think me and Gojo have great chemistry?”

Geto hummed, pretending to consider it. “More like chaotic combustion.”

You laughed, nudging his arm playfully. “Okay, thats just basic math when you out us I’m a room together”

The sound of your laughter settled into Geto’s chest, warm and lingering. He’d always liked that about you how easy it was for you to find amusement in things, how naturally lighthearted you could be. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed your company so much.

He wasn’t even sure when it had started this noticing of yours. The way you smiled when you were really, genuinely happy. The way your hands moved when you talked excitedly. The way your eyes lit up when you were being playful, like they had during lunch when you had turned to him.

Yeah. He was noticing a lot more than he used to.

“You were really enjoying yourself back there,” you mused, shooting him a knowing look.

Geto smirked. “Can you blame me? Watching Gojo crash and burn is one of life’s simplest pleasures.”

You laughed again, and he found himself watching you a little too closely.

It had started as a joke. Just a bet. A way to mess with Gojo and watch him struggle for once.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

Maybe it was because you always seemed to get along with him so easily, without all the dramatics and fanfare that followed Gojo everywhere. Maybe it was because teasing you came as naturally as breathing, and you always played along. Maybe it was because, when you looked at him, it never felt like he was standing in Gojo’s shadow.

Because Geto had spent years watching people flock to Gojo first. It wasn’t something he resented, not really it was just the way things were. Gojo was loud, larger than life, the sun in the center of everyone’s orbit.

But now, as you walked beside him, smiling and laughing and completely unaware of the thoughts creeping into his head he wondered what it would be like if, just this once, he wasn’t second.

If you chose him.

“Alright, then,” you said suddenly, shaking him from his thoughts. “If Gojo and I are chaotic combustion, what kind of chemistry do we have?”

You grinned up at him, eyes bright with curiosity. Playful. Innocent. But for the first time all afternoon, Geto felt just the slightest bit off balance. But for the first time all afternoon, Geto felt just the slightest bit off balance. Because for all his usual confidence, for all his careful, patient planning, he hadn’t been expecting that.

His smirk lingered, but this time, it took a fraction of a second longer to form.

“Hmm,” he mused, tilting his head in thought. “I’d say… slow burn.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, is that a real chemistry thing or—”

“Who knows?” Geto said smoothly, flashing you a teasing smile before stepping ahead. “Guess you’ll have to figure it out.”

You gaped at him. “Oh, now you’re being mysterious?”

He only laughed, glancing back over his shoulder. “What can I say? Gotta keep things interesting.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned as you jogged to catch up with him and Geto, for all his patience, was beginning to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he wanted to win this more than he thought.

The neon lights of Tokyo buzzed overhead as the four of you wandered the crowded streets, blending into the after-school . It was that perfect in between time too early for the late-night crowd, but just late enough that everything felt a little more exciting.

And, as usual, Gojo was causing problems.

“You dragged us out here,” you sighed, watching Gojo pat down his pockets like he’d just realized he forgot something important. “How do you not know where we’re going?”

“I do know!” Gojo huffed, placing a hand over his heart like you’d mortally wounded him. “I’m just giving the night a sense of mystery.”

“You lost the directions, didn’t you?” Shoko deadpanned.

“Have some faith in me,” Gojo scoffed.

“I did,” Geto mused. “Then I watched you confidently lead us to a random 7-Eleven last time because you thought there was a ‘secret food market’ underground.”

Gojo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Are none of you gonna let that go?”

“No,” you, Geto, and Shoko said in unison.

Gojo grumbled under his breath, but before he could keep digging his own grave, you gestured toward a bright, bustling arcade across the street.

“Let’s just go in there,” you suggested. Pointing towards the arcade near by “Since our fearless leader clearly has no actual plan.”

Gojo perked up. “Hey! I did have a plan—”

“Oh my god, shut up and walk,” Shoko sighed, already making her way inside.

—

The place was packed, rows of flashing game screens, the constant clinking of tokens, and the occasional victorious yell from someone landing a big win. It was the kind of that was just fun enough to be energizing rather than overwhelming.

Immediately, Gojo beelined for a claw machine. “I’m winning something for you,” he declared, pointing at you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume you’ll win.”

Gojo grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Bold of you to underestimate me.”

“Gojo, I watched you spend 3,000 yen last time trying to win a keychain,” Geto reminded him, his voice thoroughly unimpressed.

“Okay, but this time is different,” Gojo insisted. “This time, I have motivation.”

You snorted. “Sure you do.”

Shoko rolled her eyes and wandered off to find a rhythm game, and Geto turned to you, smirking. “Wanna bet on how many tries it takes before he gives up?”

You grinned. “Oh, absolutely.”

Thirty Minutes Later…

Gojo was slumped against the claw machine, forehead pressed against the glass, as the plush he had almost grabbed slipped back into the pile for what had to be the twentieth time.

“…This thing is rigged,” he muttered.

Geto, sipping his drink, hummed. “Mmm. Sure.”

You held out a hand toward him. “Pay up.”

Geto sighed but placed a few coins into your palm. “I should’ve known better.”

Shoko strolled back over, glancing at Gojo’s miserable form. “Wow. Are we gonna have to carry you out of here?”

Gojo groaned dramatically. “Leave me. I belong to the void now.”

You rolled your eyes before stepping up to the machine, slipping in a coin. “Here,” you said, gripping the controls. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Gojo peeled himself off the glass just enough to watch, skeptical. “If you win this on your first try, I’m actually gonna lose my mind.”

You maneuvered the claw, timed the drop perfectly, and…….Bam!

“Your mind better be severally lost when I turn around” you smirk while holding it out to the three of them. Then talking a look at the white haired guy.

“Here, since you worked so hard for it”

Gojo blinked. Then he stared at you. “…You’re giving it to me?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. You worked hard for it.”

Gojo expected you to rub it in, to make some smug comment about how much better you were, but you didn’t. You just… gave it to him. No teasing, no conditions. Just an easy, casual, Here, this is yours.

Something in his chest actually ached.

He took the plush from your hands, staring down at it like it was something important.

“…Wow,” he muttered, voice a little quieter than usual. “So this is what kindness feels like.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“No, no, this is a life changing moment,” Gojo insisted, holding the plush to his chest. “I feel so appreciated right now.”

Geto smirked. “You’re gonna sleep with that thing, aren’t you?”

Gojo scoffed. “Of course not.” He absolutely was.

Shoko yawned. “Can we go now, or do you need a moment to emotionally bond with the plush?”

Gojo pouted. “Let me have this.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “C’mon, Gojo.”

As the four of you made your way back outside, Gojo fell into step beside you, still clutching the plush. He glanced at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Maybe he had completely embarrassed himself tonight, but… This was definitely the best prize he’d ever won.

—

The four of you ended up at a cozy little ramen shop tucked into a side street, the kind of place with handwritten menus, warm lighting, and the rich smell of broth and grilled meats filling the air. It was nothing fancy, but it was good, one of Geto’s usual spots, which meant it was guaranteed to be great.

The ramen shop was cozy, the kind of place that felt like a well kept secret. The handwritten menus, the warm yellow glow from the hanging lanterns, the smell of rich broth and grilled skewers, it all made for a welcoming atmosphere. A place you could linger, talk, enjoy good food without pretense.

Gojo was still holding the small, plush keychain you’d won for him at the arcade earlier, absentmindedly squeezing it between his fingers as you all slid into a booth. He had insisted he didn’t need it, but you had seen the way his face lit up when you handed it to him, how he twirled it in his hands the entire walk over. He hadn’t let go of it since.

Shoko and Gojo immediately launched into a heated debate over toppings, something about whether bamboo shoots were a necessary addition or a waste of space.

You and Geto exchanged a glance. Unspoken solidarity.

“You wanna share something?” Geto’s voice was casual, smooth, as he leaned an elbow against the table, turning his full attention to you.

You blinked. “Uh"…

Gojo, mid argument with Shoko, snapped his head around so fast you thought he might get whiplash.

“What?”

Geto hummed, reaching for the menu, eyes glinting with amusement. “I was just saying we could split something.” His gaze flicked back to you, warm and steady. “Figured you’d get tired of Gojo stealing food off your plate.”

You scoffed, tilting your head in mock consideration. “That’s… actually a really good point.”

Gojo gasped, pointing an accusatory chopstick at Geto. “I do not steal—”

Shoko snorted. “You ate half my gyoza last week.”

Gojo immediately turned to her, defensive. “You weren’t gonna finish them!”

“You didn’t ask.”

Geto chuckled, nudging the menu toward you. “So? What looks good?”

You skimmed the options, feeling the weight of Geto’s gaze. He wasn’t rushing you, wasn’t pushing, just waiting, watching, letting you make the decision. It was subtle, but it felt different from his usual teasing. More intentional.

Meanwhile, across the table, Gojo had gone suspiciously quiet.

He kept fidgeting with the plush you won him, his fingers idly squeezing its soft fabric. He tried to tell himself it wasn’t a big deal, so what if Geto was pulling out his smooth operator act? That’s just how he was. And it wasn’t like Gojo cared. Except… he kind of did.When the food finally arrived, the table filled with steaming bowls of ramen, plates of dumplings, and skewers of grilled meat. Gojo had ordered the biggest portion possible…partly out of habit, partly as some unspoken form of protest.

Geto slid the bowl of spicy miso ramen between the two of you. “You want the first bite?”

You shrugged. “I don’t mind—”

Before you could finish, Geto picked up a spoon, scooped up a bit of broth, and lifted it toward you

.

“Here. Try it.”

You blinked. Gojo blinked. Shoko, sipping her drink, raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“…Are you feeding me?” you asked, both amused and caught off guard.

Geto smirked. “Only if you want me to.”

Gojo’s chopsticks snapped in half.

You chuckled, shaking your head before taking the spoon from Geto yourself. “I can handle it, thanks.”

Geto leaned back, looking very pleased with himself. “Fair enough.”

Gojo, meanwhile, was gripping what was left of his broken chopsticks, staring down at his ramen like he was contemplating the meaning of life.

Shoko nudged him with her elbow. “You good?”

Gojo didn’t look up. “I’m fine.”

Shoko smirked. “Uh-huh.”

Gojo kept stirring his ramen. He wasn’t going to say anything because what was there to say? Geto wasn’t doing anything technically wrong. It was just his usual, effortless charm. The same charm that made people naturally gravitate toward him. But tonight, for some reason, it was getting under Gojo’s skin. He knew Geto knew how he played things, knew how easy it was for him to slip into that role. And Gojo had always been fine with that. They were best friends, partners in crime. But now? Now, watching Geto lean just a little closer, watching you smile and laugh without hesitation Gojo felt something simmering in his chest. A feeling he didn’t quite want to name.

Shoko nudged him again. “You sure? Because you’re either planning murder or having an existential crisis over there.”

Gojo exhaled, flopping dramatically against the booth. “I’m just thinking.”

Shoko’s smirk widened. “Thinking about what, exactly?”

Gojo scowled. “Nothing.”

She didn’t press, but she didn’t have to. They both knew exactly what he was thinking.

Across the table, you and Geto were still chatting, sharing your ramen without a second thought.

Gojo finally dropped his chopsticks with a dramatic sigh, flopping back against the booth. “Okay, enough about feeding each other. We get it. You guys have basic teamwork skills.”

Geto, completely unfazed, turned to him with a lazy grin. “You jealous, Satoru?”

Shoko bit back a laugh.

Gojo rolled his eyes. “Me? Jealous? Of you?” He let out a loud, exaggerated laugh before immediately turning to you. “Hey. You wanna try my ramen?”

You gave him a flat look. “Gojo, you got the most boring option on the menu.”

Gojo gasped. “Excuse me? Classic shoyu ramen is a timeless masterpiece.”

Geto chuckled, watching the exchange with amusement. “Yeah, nothing says excitement like a safe choice.”

Gojo pointed a dramatic finger at him. “I don’t need your judgment, Suguru.”

“Not jealous,” he muttered. “Just… not that hungry anymore.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.

You, however, nudged his arm lightly. “Gojo, you literally ordered the biggest bowl on the menu.”

He glanced at you, blue eyes flickering with something unreadable for a second before he shrugged. “Guess my appetite’s smaller than I thought.”

Lies.

Gojo always ate like he had a bottomless pit for a stomach. But tonight, the food tasted a little bland.

Geto leaned back in his seat, watching him carefully. He didn’t say anything, but the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table made it clear he noticed the shift.

For the rest of the meal, Gojo stayed a little quieter than usual, only half-listening as you and Geto talked. He didn’t make a fuss. Didn’t push the usual playful banter. But every now and then, his gaze would flicker toward Geto, then back to you. And for the first time in a long time, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, He was already too late.

Geto just smiled, relaxed and confident as ever. He didn’t need to gloat, Gojo was already riled up enough for the both of them.

Across the table, Shoko stretched her arms over her head, looking just about done with the two of them. “Alright, children. Eat your food before the shop kicks us out.”

Gojo grumbled under his breath before finally taking an actual bite of his ramen. But as he chewed, he glanced at Geto, then at you, and then back at Geto. He didn’t say anything. But in the back of his mind, he was already planning his next move.

——

The streets were quieter now, the distant hum of the city fading as the four of you made your way back to Jujutsu High. The crisp night air nipped at your skin, but the warmth of the ramen shop still clung to you, the scent of broth and grilled meat lingering in your clothes.

It should have been a perfect night. A rare one, even. Just the four of you, no missions, no training, no looming sense of responsibility. But despite the easy conversation and the comfortable rhythm of your walk, something felt… off. Or maybe different was the better word.

You weren’t sure when you started noticing it. Maybe it was back at the ramen shop, or maybe even earlier at the arcade, but the feeling had been creeping up on you all night, just subtle enough to ignore, until now.

Geto had always been smooth. Confident in a way that never felt overdone, just natural. He had a way of making things seem effortless, like he wasn’t even trying. But tonight, there was something pointed about it. The way he leaned in just a little closer, the way he found reasons to keep the conversation between just the two of you, the way his gaze lingered a second too long.

And then there was Gojo. Normally, he’d be the loudest one here, cracking jokes, making everything a competition, dragging all the attention toward himself like it was second nature. But tonight?

Tonight, he’d been different too.

Quieter. A little distant. He still teased, still complained, but there was something off about it. Like his heart wasn’t really in it.

You stole a glance back at him. He was trailing just a step behind, hands buried deep in his pockets, his usual long strides feeling slower, heavier. His shoulders were set, his jaw tight—like he was thinking too hard about something he didn’t want to say. It made something in your chest twist.

“Cold?”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. Geto’s voice was low, even, pulling you back to the present.

“Huh?”

“It’s chilly,” he said, already shrugging off his jacket. “Here.”

“Oh, I’m fine—”

“Just take it.” His tone left little room for argument as he draped the jacket over your shoulders before you could protest, his fingers grazing lightly against your collarbone. Your breath hitched. Geto was always like this, thoughtful in a way that felt effortless, like he didn’t even have to think about it you try to rationalize to yourself.

“…Thanks,” you murmured, fingers instinctively curling around the fabric.

He smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he kept walking beside you. His pace was steady, close but not too close, just enough that your arms brushed every now and then—not quite accidental, but not completely intentional either.

It was the kind of thing you probably wouldn’t have thought twice about—if it weren’t for the way Gojo had gone completely silent behind you.

You glanced back again.

Gojo’s expression was unreadable, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was still fidgeting with the plush keychain you’d won for him earlier, rolling it between his fingers, his grip just a little too tight. Something about the sight made your stomach sink.

“Shortcut?”

Shoko’s voice broke the tension, casual and lazy as she stretched her arms over her head.

Gojo barely hesitated. “Yeah, same.” His voice was flat.

You blinked. “Shortcut?”

Shoko gestured to a narrow side path. “Cuts the walk down. Bit of an uphill climb, but faster.”

“But it sucks,” Geto pointed out, unimpressed. “Too steep.”

She shrugged. “Worth it.” Then she turned to you and Geto, smirking. “Guess you two are taking the scenic route, huh?”

Your face immediately went warm. “That’s not—”

“Later,” she cut you off with a lazy wave, already tugging Gojo along.

You barely caught a glimpse of his face before he turned away. But for a second. Just a second. his eyes flickered toward you, something unreadable behind them. Like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t.

Instead, he let himself be pulled along, following Shoko without another word. Just the Two of You. The silence left in their absence felt heavier than it should have.

“Guess it’s just us,” Geto said lightly, casting a glance at you.

You huffed, still flustered. “Shoko says stuff just to mess with people, you know.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah. But… she’s usually not wrong.”

Your stomach did a weird little flip.

“What?” you blurted out, a little too quick.

Geto didn’t answer right away. He just smiled to himself, looking ahead like he knew something you didn’t. Your thoughts tangled together, a mess of contradictions. Gojo had been off tonight. And Geto was acting just different enough that you couldn’t ignore it.

It made something in your chest tighten. They were your friends. You weren’t supposed to overthink things like this. But something was changing. And you didn’t know how to feel about it.

The rhythmic sound of your footsteps filled the silence between you. The campus was still a ways off, the path stretching ahead of you under the glow of streetlights. “…Did you have fun tonight?” Geto’s voice was softer now, lacking his usual teasing edge.

You hesitated. “…Yeah. Did you?”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you. “More than I expected to.”

There was something about the way he said it that made your pulse jump.

You looked away, focusing on the ground ahead of you. “…You want this back?” you asked, shifting under the weight of his jacket.

He shook his head easily. “Nah. Looks better on you.”

Your face felt warm despite the cool air.

“So,” Geto broke the quiet, hands still stuffed in his pockets. “You really gonna make me carry this whole conversation by myself?”

You shot him a look. “You’re the one who insists on talking all the time.”

He grinned. “Well, yeah. Someone’s gotta keep things interesting.”

You scoffed. “Oh, right. Because I’m just so boring.”

“Didn’t say that.” His tone was teasing, but his gaze flickered over to you with something unreadable. “Just quiet.”

You huffed. “I can be fun.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow, intrigued. “Prove it.”

You squinted at him. “What, you want me to juggle or something?”

“That’d be a start.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. Uh… okay, did I ever tell you about the time I completely humiliated myself in front of Mei Mei?”

His eyes lit up. “No, but I already know this is gonna be good.”

You groaned, shaking your head. “It was awful. I was helping her carry some stuff, right? Trying to be useful. But I tripped on absolutely nothing, flailed like a total idiot, and somehow managed to launch her entire stack of training manuals across the courtyard.”

Geto let out a loud laugh. “No way.”

“Oh, it gets worse. Instead of, I don’t know, getting up with some dignity, I just laid there for a second. Mei Mei didn’t even say anything, she just stared at me like she was trying to figure out if I was a lost cause.”

“That sounds like her.”

“I still don’t know if she was more disappointed or just impressed by how thoroughly I managed to embarrass myself.”

Geto was still grinning. “That’s beautiful. I wish I’d been there.”

“See? I am fun,” you said triumphantly.

He hummed, tilting his head in consideration. “I don’t know. That sounds less like ‘fun’ and more like ‘chronic bad luck.’”

You smacked his arm. “Oh, shut up.”

He just laughed, rubbing the spot like you’d actually hurt him. “Okay, okay. You win. You’re fun.”

“Damn right I am.”

You were both smiling now, the warmth of the moment making the chilly night air feel insignificant.

“…You should laugh more,” he said after a beat, his voice quieter.

You blinked at him. “Huh?”

He shrugged, looking ahead. “Just saying. It suits you.”

Your stomach flipped again, but this time, you didn’t push the feeling away.

Instead, you just shook your head with a soft chuckle. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

“Not a chance.” He flashed you a grin, his steps falling just a little closer to yours.

The rest of the walk was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Just charged in a way you weren’t used to.

By the time you reached the school gates, your thoughts were a mess.

The weight of Geto’s jacket still lingered on your shoulders.

somewhere in the back of your mind, Gojo’s silence stuck with you in a way you didn’t quite understand.Something was changing and you had no idea what to do about it.

The school grounds were quiet at this hour, the faint hum of the cicadas in the trees the only sound filling the night air. Most of the students had long since gone to sleep, the dorms dark and still, but you and Geto lingered by the entrance, neither of you quite ready to part ways just yet.

You shifted the jacket draped over your shoulders, acutely aware of its warmth, of the faint scent of Geto’s cologne still clinging to the fabric.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Geto’s voice broke the silence, amused.

You blinked, glancing at him. “Huh?”

He smirked. “You get this little crease in your brow when you’re overthinking something.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “I do not.”

“You do,” he insisted, tapping a finger to your forehead in demonstration. “Right here. Deep in thought. Probably overanalyzing everything that happened tonight.”

Your stomach flipped.

You were overthinking it. Overthinking him. Overthinking Gojo, and the weird tension that had lingered between the three of you all night. Geto must have noticed the way your expression shifted, because his smirk softened.

“…You good?” he asked, quieter now.

You hesitated.

You could play it off, pretend everything was fine. But part of you, maybe the part still rattled by the way tonight felt different, didn’t want to.

“…Do you think Gojo’s mad at me?” The words slipped out before you could second guess

them. Geto’s expression didn’t change, but you noticed the way his fingers twitched at his sides.

“No,” he said simply.

You frowned. “Then why was he acting so weird?”

Geto exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “You’ll have to ask him that yourself.”

You huffed. “That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I can give you,” Geto said, looking at you now, gaze steady. “Whatever’s going on with Gojo, it’s not my place to say.”

That definitely meant something.

You stared at him, searching for some kind of hint, but Geto just smiled, unreadable as ever.

Before you could press further, a voice cut through the quiet.

“You guys are still out here?”

You turned, and there he was Gojo, standing a few feet away, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform. He must have circled back at some point, because Shoko was nowhere to be seen.

For a split second, his gaze flickered to the jacket on your shoulders. His fingers tightened around the plush keychain in his hand.

“…You took a while ?” he asked, voice light, but there was something off about it.

You swallowed. “Uh. No. We just walked and talked.”

Gojo nodded, like that answer was expected, but the sharp edge in his expression didn’t ease.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” you said, attempting to ignore the strange tension between the three of you.

Gojo just shrugged, rocking back on his heels. “Yeah, well. I was gonna be real mad if you got kidnapped before I had the chance to make fun of you tomorrow.”

You rolled your eyes. “Touching.”

But there was something about the way he said it that made your chest feel tight.

The three of you stood there for a moment, the silence thick between you and then Geto, ever the smooth one, clapped his hands together. “Well. It’s late,” he said easily. “We should probably get inside before Yaga yells at us.”

You nodded, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Gojo said nothing. Geto turned toward the dorms, his stride unhurried. But just before he walked past Gojo, he slowed just enough to murmur something under his breath.

You didn’t catch it. But whatever it was made Gojo’s jaw tighten. You hesitated, glancing between the two of them. You could feel whatever was happening here, unspoken and heavy, and it made something in you twist.

“…Night,” you said finally, the weight of the day settling over you.

Geto smiled, easy and warm. “Night.”

Gojo just nodded, but his usual smirk was nowhere to be found. You weren’t sure what to make of that. As you finally turned to head inside, the weight of Geto’s jacket still on your shoulders, you had the distinct feeling that tonight had changed something.

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Geto: I like your laugh😽

You: Chat is this rizz !?!

Geto: you just ruined it

Geto: we were having a moment

You: Chat am I cooked?

Geto: WHO ARE YOU TALKING TOO RIGHT NOW

You: chat clip that

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