DokiDoki

winking :

(^_~) ( ﾟｏ⌒) (^_-)≡☆ (^ω~) (>ω^)

(~人^) (^_-) ( -_・) (^_<)〜☆

(^人<)〜☆ ☆⌒(≧▽​° ) ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

(^_<) (^_−)☆ (･ω<)☆ (^.~)☆ (^.~)

(ﾉ･_-)☆ (･ｪ-) d(-_^)

hugging:

(づ￣ ³￣)づ (つ≧▽≦)つ (つ✧ω✧)つ

(づ ◕‿◕ )づ (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ (つ . •́ _ʖ •̀ .)つ

(っಠ‿ಠ)っ (づ◡﹏◡)づ ⊂(´• ω •`⊂)

⊂(･ω･*⊂) ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃ ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃

( ~*-*)~ (˘∀˘)/(μ‿μ) ♡ ♡ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

(´♡‿♡`) (°◡°♡) σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

(´,,•ω•,,)♡ ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

love :

(ﾉ´ з `)ノ (♡μ_μ) (*^^*)♡

☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu (♡-_-♡) (￣ε￣＠)

ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

(─‿‿─)♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ (*♡∀♡)

(｡・//ε//・｡) (´ ω `♡) ♡( ◡‿◡ ) (◕‿◕)♡

(/▽＼*)｡o○♡ (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

(ღ˘⌣˘ღ) (♡°▽°♡) ♡(｡- ω -)

♡ ～('▽^人) (´• ω •`) ♡ (´ ε ` )♡

(´｡• ω •｡`) ♡ ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

(♡˙︶˙♡) ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

(≧◡≦) ♡ (⌒▽⌒)♡ (*¯ ³¯*)♡

(*¯ ³¯*)♡ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘) ( ˘⌣˘)♡(˘⌣˘ )

(/^-^(^ ^*)/ ♡ ٩(♡ε♡)۶ σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

♡ (⇀ 3 ↼) ♡ (￣з￣) (❤ω❤)

greeting :

(*・ω・)ﾉ (￣▽￣)ノ (°▽°)/ ( ´ ∀ ` )ﾉ

(^-^*)/ (＠´ー`)ﾉﾞ (´• ω •`)ﾉ

( ° ∀ ° )ﾉﾞ ヾ(*'▽'*) ＼(⌒▽⌒)

ヾ(☆▽☆) ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ (^０^)ノ

~ヾ(・ω・) (・∀・)ノ ヾ(・ω・*)

(*°ｰ°)ﾉ (・_・)ノ (o´ω`o)ﾉ

( ´ ▽ ` )/

shrug :

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\(°_o)/¯ t(ツ)_/¯

¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯ ¯\_(⌣̯̀⌣́)_/¯ ˘\_( õ ‹3 ó)_/˘

¯\(◉‿◉)/¯ ¯\_(☯෴☯)_/¯

乁[ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ]ㄏ ¯\(©¿©) /¯ ¯\_( ͠° ͟ʖ °͠ )_/¯

へ‿(ツ)‿ㄏ ¯\_༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽_/¯ ¯\_༼ ି ~ ି ༽_/¯

¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯ ¯\_(⊙_ʖ⊙)_/¯

¯\_(⊙︿⊙)_/¯ ¯\_ȍᴥȍ_/¯ ¯\_ʘᗜʘ_/¯

¯\_ȍᴥȍ_/¯

happy :

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ ☆ ～('▽^人) (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

(„• ֊ •„) ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

∩(︶▽︶)∩ (´• ω •`)ﾉ (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ ~(˘▽˘~) ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ

( ू•⌄• ू )✧ ( ˘ω˘ ) 乁( • ω •乁)

( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭⁾⁾ ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃ ⊂((・▽・))⊃

( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫ (☆ω☆)

( ᐛ )و (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) (^・ω・^ )

( ˙꒳​˙ ) (｡･ω･｡) (*°▽°*) ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

(•̀ᴗ•́)و (✿◠‿◠) ヾ(・ω・*)

✺◟( • ω • )◞✺ (๑>ᴗ<๑)

(⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ) ♫꒰ ･‿･๑꒱ ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

❀(*´◡`*)❀ ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ ◟(๑•͈ᴗ•͈)◞

⁽͑˙˚̀ᵕ˚́˙⁾̉ 」(￣▽￣」) ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

٩(ˊᗜˋ )و (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ ⊂(･ω･*⊂)

ｏ(≧▽≦)ｏ ´･ᴗ･` (◕‿◕✿) (ﾉ ≧ڡ≦)

(ﾉ ≧∀≦)ﾉ (´ω｀★) ヽ(･ˇ∀ˇ･ゞ)

（＾ｖ＾） ⊂(・ヮ・⊂) (＾▽＾)

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° (☆^ー^☆)

ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

surprise :

w(°ｏ°)w σ(o_o) ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ σ(°ロ°)

(⊙_⊙) (o_o) (o_o;) (°ロ°) !

(o.o) (o_o) ! (□_□) σ(□_□)

∑(o_o;) ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ) (」゜ロ゜)」

(」゜ロ゜)」 （・□・；） ┌╏ º □ º ╏┐

щ(゜ロ゜щ) ┌╏ º □ º ╏┐

triumph :

(*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ ╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑ (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

╭( ･ㅂ･)و ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧ (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و (•̀o•́)ง (•̀o•́)ง ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

٩(ര̀ᴗര́) ٩(｡•ω•｡)و ٩( ‘ω’ )و (ง ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)ง

٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶ (۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶

mad :

(＃`д´) (`皿´＃) ( ` ω ´ ) ヽ( `д´*)ノ

(・`ω´・) (`ー´) ヽ(`⌒´メ)ノ 凸(`△´＃)

( `ε´ ) ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

(ﾒ` ﾛ ´) (╬`益´) ┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐

凸( ` ﾛ ´ )凸 σ(▼□▼メ) (°ㅂ°╬)

ψ(▼へ▼メ)～→ (ノ°益°)ノ

cats :

(=^･ω･^=) (=^･ｪ･^=) (=①ω①=)

( =ω=)..nyaa (= ; ｪ ; =)

(=`ω´=) (=^‥^=)

( =ノωヽ=) (=⌒‿‿⌒=)

(=^ ◡ ^=) (=^-ω-^=) ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”

(＾• ω •＾) (/ =ω=)/ ฅ(•ㅅ•❀)ฅ

ฅ(• ɪ •)ฅ ଲ(ⓛ ω ⓛ)ଲ (^=◕ᴥ◕=^)

( =ω= ) ଲ(ⓛ ω ⓛ)ଲ

confused :

(￣ω￣;) σ(￣、￣〃) (￣～￣;)

(-_-;)・・・ ┐('～`;)┌

(・_・ヾ (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

┐(￣ヘ￣;)┌ (・_・;) (￣_￣)・・・

╮(￣ω￣;)╭ (¯ . ¯;) (＠_＠)

(・・;)ゞ σ(￣。￣ﾉ) (・・ ) ?

(•ิ_•ิ)? (◎ ◎)ゞ (ーー;)

ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)

disappointed :

(＃＞＜) (；⌣̀_⌣́) ☆ｏ(＞＜；)○

(￣ ￣|||) (；￣д￣) (￣□￣」)

(＃￣0￣) (＃￣ω￣) (￢_￢;)

(＞ｍ＜) (」°ロ°)」 (〃＞＿＜;〃)

(＾＾＃) (︶︹︺) (￣ヘ￣)

<(￣ ﹌ ￣)> (￣︿￣) (＞﹏＜)

(--_--) 凸(￣ヘ￣)

oops :

(⌒_⌒;) (o^ ^o) (*/ω＼) (*/。＼)

(*/_＼) (*ﾉωﾉ) (o-_-o)

(*μ_μ) ( ◡‿◡ *) (ᵔ.ᵔ) (*ﾉ∀`*)

(//▽//) (//ω//) (ノ*°▽°*) (*^.^*)

(*ﾉ▽ﾉ) (￣▽￣*)ゞ (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

(*/▽＼*) (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

faces :

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°) ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ) ( . •́ _ʖ •̀ .)

( ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ) ( ͡ಠ ʖ̯ ͡ಠ) ( ಠ ʖ̯ ಠ) ( ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

( ಥ ʖ̯ ಥ) ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• ) ( ･ิ ͜ʖ ･ิ)

( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ ) (≖ ͜ʖ≖) (ʘ ʖ̯ ʘ) (ʘ ͟ʖ ʘ)

(ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ) (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) (•◡•) (ᵔᴥᵔ)

scared :

(ノωヽ) (／。＼) （／_＼） (ﾉ_ヽ)

..・ヾ(。＞＜)シ (″ロ゛)

(;;;*_*) (・人・) ＼(〇_ｏ)／

(/ω＼) (/_＼) 〜(＞＜)〜

σ(°△°|||)︴ (((＞＜))) {{ (>_<) }}

＼(º □ º l|l)/ 〣( ºδº )〣 ▓▒░(°◡°)░▒▓

( /)u(\ ) (*/∇＼*)

dance:

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)

(〜￣▽￣)〜 〜(￣▽￣〜)

ヽ(o´∀`)ﾉ♪♬ (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ

♪ヽ(^^ヽ)♪ ♪(/_ _ )/♪ └(￣-￣└))

((┘￣ω￣)┘ √(￣‥￣√) └(＾＾)┐

┌(＾＾)┘ ＼(￣▽￣)＼

／(￣▽￣)／ (^_^♪) (~˘▽˘)~ ~(˘▽˘~)

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪ ~(˘▽˘)~

sad :

(ノ_<。) (-_-) (´-ω-`)

.･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･. (μ_μ) (ﾉд`)

(-ω-、) 。゜゜(´ｏ`) ゜゜。

o(tヘto) ( ; ω ; ) (｡╯︵╰｡)

｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ ( ﾟ，_ゝ｀)

(个_个) (╯︵╰,) ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ><ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

( ╥ω╥ ) (╯_╰) (╥_╥)

.｡･ﾟﾟ･(＞_＜)･ﾟﾟ･｡.

(／ˍ・、) (ノ_<、) (╥﹏╥)

｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡ (つω`｡) (｡t ω t｡)

(ﾉω･､) ･ﾟ･(｡>ω<｡)･ﾟ･

(t_t) (>_<) (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡ o(〒﹏〒)o

(｡•́︿•̀｡) (ಥ﹏ಥ) (×_×)

(x_x) (×﹏×) ☆(＃××)

(＋_＋)

finger:

凸(｀0´)凸 凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 凸(⊙▂⊙✖ )

┌п┐(►˛◄’!) 凸(-0-メ)

凸(｀⌒´メ)凸 凸(｀△´＋）

( ︶︿︶)_╭∩╮ 凸(｀ι _´メ）

凸(>皿<)凸 凸(^▼ｪ▼ﾒ^)

t(=n=) t(- n -)t 凸(¬‿¬)

┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐ ┌∩┐(ಠ_ಠ)┌∩┐

╭∩╮(︶︿︶)╭∩╮ ╭∩╮(-_-)╭∩╮

ᕕ༼ ͠ຈ ĺ̯ ͠ຈ ༽┌∩┐ （｀δ´）..!.

farm:

∪＾ェ＾∪ ∪･ω･∪ ∪￣-￣∪ ∪･ｪ･∪

ｕ^皿^ｕ ｕｔｪｔｕ u^ｪ^u

v●ᴥ●v ／(≧ x ≦)＼ ／(･ × ･)＼

／(=´x`=)＼ ／(^ x ^)＼ ／(=･ x ･=)＼

／(^ × ^)＼ ／(＞×＜)＼

／(˃ᆺ˂)＼ ( ´(00)ˋ ) (￣(ω)￣)

ヽ( ˋ(00)´ )ノ ( ´(oo)ˋ )

＼(￣(oo)￣)／ ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´(00)`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

(￣(00)￣) (ˆ(oo)ˆ) (￣θ￣)

(`･θ･´) ( ˋ θ ´ ) (◉θ◉) ＼( ˋ θ ´ )／

(･θ･) (・θ・) ヾ(￣◇￣)ノ〃

(･θ･) (°)#))<< <・ )))><<

ζ°)))彡 >°))))彡 (°))<<

>^)))<～～ ≧( ° ° )≦

sport:

ᕕ( ◎_◎)ᕗ ε=┌(;･_･)┘ ┏┃*･д┃┛

┗(^o^　)┓三 (／_^)／ ● ● ＼(^_＼)

ю ●　＼(^_＼) ✽-(ˆ▽ˆ)/✽

✵(๑◊๑)✶ q(❂‿❂)p ✺(^▽^✺)

✺(^o^)✺ (✺^▽^)✺ ＝( ^o^)ノ___ｏ

（*＾＾)/~~~~◎ ( ^o)ρ┳┻┳°σ(o^ )

人へ( ﾟｪﾟ)＿ 人人 ᕙ( ~ . ~ )ᕗ

ᕙ (° ~ ° ~) ヽ(；^ ^)ノﾞ ．．．...___〇

!(;ﾟoﾟ)o/￣￣￣￣￣￣￣~ >ﾟ))))彡

（*＾＾）/~~~~~~~~~~◎

"( (≡|≡))_／ ＼_((≡|≡) )"

( ^^)p_____|_o____q(^^ )

ю ● ＼(ﾟｰﾟ＼)

✽-(ˆ▽ˆ)/✽ ✽(ˆ▽ˆ)-✽

SYNOPSIS:

in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive

warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it) featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

✨ two fairies embracing in a landscape with a swan ✨ 

roze 🦋🍓✨

Ts looks cute

synopsis: you move away from them in your sleep because you feel hot

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Zayne

He had his arm wrapped around you with his other arm under your head, legs tangled under the sheet. You woke up feeling like a burrito who’s just been in a microwave. The way Zayne was wrapped around you was comfortable, and if it had been an ordinary night, you would’ve loved it.

But it’s not an ordinary night. It was summer, and it had just been such a hot day that even with the AC on, you were sweating, and with Zayne hugging you and the fluffy blanket thrown on the both of you, it just felt too much.

Still groggy from sleep, you slowly move his arms away and remove the blanket. You feel like every movement is causing you to sweat more. Zayne wakes up from his sleep just to see you wiggling like a slug away from him. He grabs your arm.

“Where are you going?”

You shake his arm off, “’s too hot, love.”

He sighs. Standing up, he heads to the AC and turns it up higher, heads back to bed, and places the blanket on the edge of the bed.

He lays back down on the bed, “Better?”

You return back to him, using his arm as a pillow.

“Mhm,” you hum, already falling back to sleep. He places his hand on your stomach, giving you space while watching your chest rise and fall, lulling him to sleep once more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Caleb

He wakes up from the feeling of being pushed. He opens his eyes and sees you; eyes closed, brows furrowed, and lips tugging downward. He pulls you in closer,

“Hey, pipsqueak? Nightmare?”

You tsked, “Get off, too hot,” still pushing him away.

He stands up to open the window. A cool breeze flows in, and you heave a sigh of relief. Rubbing his eyes, he checks the clock.

3:02 AM

Heading to the kitchen, he grabs a glass of cold water, making sure not to bump into anything as sleep is quickly catching up to him. He nudges you awake,

“Pipsqueak, drink some water.”

He slowly guides you to sit up and brings the glass to your lips. You grab the glass to drink.

After drinking, you push the glass to his lips, indicating him to drink too. He does. He lays down on the bed, faces you, and grabs your hand, going back to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sylus

You wake up due to extreme heat. Your head is on Sylus’ chest with his arm wrapped around your waist. You groan, trying to get away from him. The weather was already hot, and being next to him feels like sleeping beside a furnace.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?”

You turn to see Sylus looking at you. You finally remove his arm from you. You tell him that it’s hot. He raises his brow and rakes a stare down your body—you’re wearing a tank top with shorts and you still feel hot?

He goes to the AC, turns it up to the highest (lowest?) level, and goes back to bed.

He sighs, “Better?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond and just grabs your hand, wrapping his arms around you, more securely this time.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rafayel

He’s staying over at your place for the night because you invited him to dinner. You were already fast asleep, but he kept pacing back and forth. It was just so hot in your room. His place was by the sea, so it was never hot.

‘It’s just one night, you’re gonna be fine,’ he thought as he slips beside you on the bed.

The moment he touched your skin, you were already pulling away, discarding your blanket.

“What the—heyyy, why are you pulling away? I thought you wanted to sleep with me?”

He grabs your blanket and wraps it around you. You start to wake up.

“Rafayel, get this blanket off me. It’s so hot, I can’t breathe.”

You manage to break away from the blanket and lay on your stomach. He grabs the blanket and starts lightly smacking you with it.

“If you knew it was gonna be this hot, why did we even eat here? We could’ve eaten at my place. If you wanted to cook, you could’ve there.”

He guides you to stand up and drags you outside your apartment to his car and heads to his place.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Xavier

You had stayed at Xavier’s apartment for the night ’cause you got caught up with reading his new books. When you finally closed the book, the sky was already pitch black. You walk to his room and see him reading on his bed. Yawning, you lay down beside him and lay your head on his upper thigh, wrapping your hands around his waist and drifting off.

Xavier smiles as he strokes your head, humming to help you fall asleep. After a few moments, you roll over to your side of the bed, leaving him cold and wondering why you pulled away.

He closes his book and places it on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

He removes your hair from your face and places a kiss on your cheek.

You smile, “Too hot, Xavi.”

He softly laughs, caressing your cheek before standing up to close the window and turning on the AC.

He kisses your forehead, “Is this better?”

You hum, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him to bed with you.

based on this ask

cw: angst with comfort, mentions of abuse/gaslighting/manipulation, toxic partner, swearing, pre-relationship, not proofread

a/n: this is not meant to romanticize toxic relationships at all. it’s merely for comfort purposes. requests are open <3

ANIS MOJGANI x ALEXANDER HARDING

‘For Those Who Can Still Ride In An Airplane For The First Time’, spoken word, uploaded on Youtube on 20 Apr. 2009;

gojo satoru had experienced hell before, that one time he lined up to get his favorite manga signed by the author but kept letting people cut in front of him because he was too scared to say something and he’s just nice like that. that was until geto told him off for doing it because he ended up not getting his book signed. he’s so dumb.

but this—this was a different kind of hell. he’s sat on the couch at a house party with.. yeah, you guessed it. the squad: suguru geto, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna… a whole bunch of hotties

it’s not really a pleasant sight to see. 2 girls clinging onto sukuna, fushiguro making out with one and geto talking to a girl who is clearly interested in him..

and then there’s gojo.

sitting there awkwardly, clutching a cup in his hand while sipping on nothing.

sure, he loves his best friend suguru. he just hates how popular he is. at every function, all the girls seem to be magnetised to his mysterious and brooding aura. and gojo’s just there, i guess. he huffs at the thought. he thinks knows that he could treat a girl soooo right if they just gave him a chance!

geto excuses himself to go upstairs with the girl. satoru already knows where this is going, so he brushes it off. he then eyes the group of girls from afar giggling and whispering to each other while looking at the guys on the couch. actually.. it looks like they’re looking towards his direction.

“come on y/n! just ask him!” your friends keep nudging and shoving you towards his direction, and gojo couldn’t help but scowl.

after finally mustering up the courage to come up to him, you fiddle with your fingers before stuttering out a quiet “hi,”

gojo sighs, “if you’re here to ask for suguru’s number, i’m not interested.”

your eyes widen in confusion which makes him confused too.

“oh, uh.. i was actually going to ask for yours..?”

what.

there’s no way.

“it’s fine if you’re not interested, i’m sorry—”

“NO, NO, I AM!” he internally cringes at his response. “sorry, i just.. thought you were gonna ask about suguru.” he puts his palm out, silently asking you to give him the sharpie. you shrug and give it to him, rolling your sleeve up.

you smile after he writes down his number on your forearm, giving you back your pen. “thanks,” he nods at you. “and for the record.. i think you’re way cuter than geto.” gojo’s face heats up as you walk away, burying his face into his hoodie.

you tuck the pen into your pocket, suppressing a grin as you walk away. behind you, gojo groans, burying his face deeper into his hoodie, his muffled voice barely audible.

“way cuter than geto,” he mutters to himself, kicking at the ground. “way cuter. oh my god.”