"there's no way," nobara said, arms crossed. "gojo-sensei? the strongest? absolutely not."

yuji nodded. "he literally called a curse ugly before exorcising it."

megumi didn't even look up from his phone. "he is."

they all stared at him.

"...what?"

"he is."

"how do you know?" yuji asked.

megumi sighed.

"because i had to witness him spend fifteen minutes trying to decide which flowers she'd like more."

"..."

"..."

nobara blinked.

"he did what?"

—

gojo insisted he wasn't dramatic.

everyone else insisted he was lying.

he had shown up to training with an expensive dessert because you had mentioned, three days ago, that you were craving something sweet.

he remembered your coffee order better than his own.

he had your favorite hair tie around his wrist because "you always lose yours."

he'd cancel meetings early if it meant seeing you ten minutes sooner.

and every single time you walked into a room...

the strongest sorcerer on earth smiled like an idiot.

—

"hi, baby."

gojo looked up.

there you were.

wearing one of his hoodies that practically swallowed you whole.

"..."

"..."

"...satoru?"

his brain had completely stopped working.

"...you're so pretty."

you laughed.

"that's all?"

"i had more."

"...?"

"i forgot."

you giggled again, walking over until you stood between his knees.

"gojo satoru forgot words?"

"because you're distracting."

"with...existing?"

"yeah."

he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face against your stomach with a long sigh.

"...i'm keeping you."

you ran your fingers through his snowy hair.

"you've been keeping me for two years."

"good."

—

the first years accidentally witnessed it.

yuji had opened the classroom door without knocking.

"...oh."

gojo was sitting on a chair.

you were perched sideways across his lap while reading a book.

his chin rested on your shoulder.

his arms were lazily wrapped around your waist.

he wasn't even pretending to teach.

he was just watching you read.

"..."

"..."

"..."

gojo looked over.

"...what?"

yuji slowly closed the door.

"wrong classroom."

—

later that afternoon—

"you're staring."

"am not."

you looked over from your phone.

"satoru."

"..."

"you're smiling at me."

"can't help it."

"why?"

"you're cute."

"i'm literally sitting here."

"exactly."

"..."

"..."

"you breathed."

"..."

"..."

"that was adorable."

you threw a pillow at him.

he caught it effortlessly.

"violence? against your handsome boyfriend?"

"you're impossible."

"and yet..."

he leaned over, stealing a quick kiss.

"...you still like me."

"...unfortunately."

he gasped dramatically.

"did you hear that? she loves me."

"i did not say that."

"it's implied."

"it wasn't."

"pretty sure it was."

you rolled your eyes before smiling anyway.

he noticed immediately.

"there it is."

"what?"

"my favorite smile."

"..."

"..."

"...stop looking at me like that."

"can't."

"why?"

"because every time i look at you..."

his expression softened.

the teasing disappeared completely.

"...i still can't believe you're real."

you blinked.

"satoru..."

"i mean it."

he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"i've seen impossible things."

"curses."

"domains."

"people come back from things they shouldn't."

"but somehow..."

he smiled.

"...i still think meeting you was the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me."

for once—

gojo satoru had absolutely nothing clever to add.

he just looked at you with that hopelessly lovesick smile.

the one that only ever belonged to you.

"..."

you reached up and poked his forehead.

"you're staring again."

"..."

"yeah."

he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"probably gonna keep doing that."

"forever?"

he kissed the back of your hand.

1.

kuroo stared at the tiny plushie sitting in your lap.

same messy hair. same smug little stitched smile.

“…seriously?” he asked.

you looked up from your phone. “what?”

he pointed.

“that.”

you hugged the plushie closer instinctivly. “my mini tetsu?”

“mini tetsu?” he repeated slowly, offended.

“yeah.”

he crossed his arms. “you already have a tetsu.”

“this one doesn’t steal my fries.”

“wow.”

you kissed the plushie on the forehead absentmindedly.

silence.

“…okay, no, that’s crazy,” kuroo muttered, immediately walking over. “why’s he gettin' kissed before me?”

2.

you had fallen asleep on the couch.

kuroo had every intention of moving you to bed—

until he noticed it.

the plushie tucked under your arm.

his plushie.

he stood there for a full minute.

“…unbeliveable.”

you were cuddling a six inch version of him while the real one had been sitting two feet away all evening.

he crouched beside the couch.

“so this is what we’re doin' now?”

sleepy, you blinked at him. “tetsu?”

“yeah, real tetsu,” he said, poking the plush lightly. “guess i got replaced.”

you pulled him down by the sleeve.

“stop being dramatic.”

“…you literally picked him over me.”

3.

“can i borrow your hoodie?”

“mhm,” kuroo answered.

“thanks.”

ten minutes later, he walked back into your room.

you were wearing his hoodie.

holding the kuroo plushie.

and watching volleyball clips.

he narrowed his eyes.

“…oh, so i’m not needed here.”

you blinked. “what?”

“hoodie? check. tiny me? check.” he pointed accusingly. “you built your own boyfriend starter pack.”

you snorted.

“don’t laugh,” he said, flopping onto the bed. “i’m jealous.”

“of a plushie?”

“yes.”

you held it up. “he’s cute.”

“i’m cute!”

“debatable.”

“that was mean.”

4.

you took the plushie everywhere.

car rides.

study sessions.

even grocery shopping.

today was apparently no differant.

kuroo watched you buckle the tiny plush into the car seat.

“…babe.”

“safety first.”

“for the stuffed version of me?”

you nodded seriousely.

he looked genuinely betrayed.

“you never buckle me in.”

“you’re twenty times bigger.”

“okay but emotionally this hurts.”

you leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“don’t be jealous.”

“too late,” he muttered, glaring at plush-him. “he gets princess treatment.”

5.

“whose your favorite tetsuro?” kuroo asked suddenly.

you looked up.

“what?”

he gestured between himself and the plushie sitting on your desk.

“pick.”

you gasped dramaticly. “you’d make me choose?”

“yes.”

you grabbed the plushie.

kuroo narrowed his eyes instantly.

“…wow.”

“he listens to me.”

“i listen!”

“he’s tiny.”

“i can crouch.”

“he doesn’t annoy me.”

he stared.

then immediately grabbed you around the shoulders and pulled you against him.

“okay, rude,” he mumbled into your hair. “you’re cuddling the real one now.”

from the desk, the plushie stared silently.

“…he’s judging me,” kuroo whispered.

“you’re jelous of fabric.”