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aka—who should i post for tomorrow, my birthday (vote choso)

“you should stay. i plan on making breakfast tomorrow, y’know?” he says as you gather your things and stuff them into your purse.

“intriguing,” you admit, it’d been a while since you had a real meal and not just a budget meal from the dining hall. “but i got an 8AM tommorow. i’ll miss you, though.” you end sweetly, leaning over where he was sitting on his bed, actually looking disappointed.

“we can wake up early, woman.” he grabs your waist tightly, keeping you steady in place in front of him as he reasons. “i think my punctuality could actually rub off on you.”

“ryo’ i cant.” you say back, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp, failing terribly as he renders you still under his firm grasp. then you re-register the first part of what he said, the stupid name you hate to say you’ve gotten accustomed to “and stop calling me ‘woman’, you sound like naoya.” he scoffs at the comparison and tightens his grasp, pulling you closer to be practically on top of his lap.

“how bout this,” you suggest. and by the tone of your voice he can tell it’s already something stupid. “i’ll give you a goodnight kiss for every hour we’ll be apart.” you finish, smirking down at him.

and before he can spit out his words and say just how stupid he thinks that is you plant the first one smack dab on his lips, tilting his head up for ease with your hands.

“one.” you count. sukuna tries to get out a word— but goddammit you just keep kissing him.

“two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten,” continuing on till sukuna stops counting the correlation to the hours.

you lean back, looking at his slightly flushed, embarrassedly grimacing face. the gloss from your lips has since smudged on his. he rubs it off with his thumb, frown deepening. you giggle. it’s rare for you to actually fluster him, so now that you have you bask in it.

he grips your wrist, breathing out a heavy sigh while you chuckle above him.

“just stay,” he looks at everywhere but your face. “…please.” he grumbles, just barely above a whisper like he’s never said the word before and never wants to say it again.

“fine.” you groan out, fully prepared for the half awake sukuna that will trap you in his arms the moment you try and escape the following morning. “lemme change first.” and he releases his grip on you so you can rummage through his closet for something to wear, totally not staring at your ass.

“can’t believe i gave you all those kisses for nothing.”

like he knows you’ll probably just be more mad and will end up slapping him for even trying that bs with his limitless but you’re severely underestimating his need for your attention.

you’re reading a book, lying on your stomach, calm in those extra fancy sheets satoru bought for you. and then he’s there. well, right next to the side of your bed, blindfold shoved up above his eerily blue eyes. your head snaps as you see him out your peripheral, jumping back immediately, nearly rolling off your bed when he appears.

“listen, baby—” a book hits him in his face—well almost does. it bounces off his…force field thingy…? if you’re honest every time he goes off on a tangent on his powers you just space out and nod along saying ‘so cool, toru’. he frowns like it’s an insane thing you tried to do that.

“what on earth is wrong with you, gojo!?” your voice is laced with shock, clenching your hands on the sheets, still a little shaken up from seeing his figure randomly appear in your room during your ‘decompressing time’ where you were supposed to be free of him.

“gojo? c’mon, you can’t be that mad?”

you ready your pillow in your hands, knowing it’ll still probably bounce right off if you throw it at him.

“what part of ‘fuck off.’ do you not get?” you’re raising your voice now and he looks physically hurt by it.

“well you said until i was ready to apologize,” he bends down, lying his arms on the bed infront of you while you jolt away. he frowns even more. “and i am, dear.” you kick his hands away when they try and trace his way up your shins.

he pouts like a child denied ice cream.

“i, satoru gojo,” he lies his head on the bed, still looking at you as he crones his head to the side. “apologize to my amazing, utterly gorgeous girlfriend, for embarrassing you infront of your boss.”

“you are such a child.” he sighs. you’re probably right—he got shitfaced infront of all your coworkers on wine coolers and disgustingly sweet alcohol, after insisting upon coming, and saying utter bullshit to your boss like a college kid. “and you just teleport here with your stupid powers? go to hell, satoru.” you throw the pillow, hitting him dead in the face after he deactivates his limitless.

you hate how cute he looks all pathetic like this, letting you throw stuff at him because he deserves this—he does—and just lying his face by your feet all pouty looking up at you. and you hate how his face actually makes you fold.

“you can sleep on my couch, tonight.” his head shoots up, dopey frog looking ass smile spreading across his face.

he ignores the rest of what you say unintentionally while he thinks about how so goddamn happy he is you don’t hate hate him.

he’s so fucking stupid.

logged into this account after months to see this at the top of my ask box (from less than a week ago mind you). people are way too comfortable getting on the internet and saying stuff to people they don’t know.

i know i never directly stated this but the main reason why i left for milk was because of people like this who would come into my asks/messages and say these disgusting things.

“out of coffee, need coffee.” you say, stepping through their, satoru and sugurus, door and making a b-line to their kitchen.

“good morning, leech.” suguru says, peering up at you from his desk, shuffling some papers into his bag.

“hey! i bring you guys cheesecake sometimes— not a leech!”you defend, as you are definition leeching off their coffee, lifting up and tilting their half full coffee pot into one of their star trek mugs you grabbed from their counter. “this is a symbiotic relationship.”

“do you even know what that word means?” suguru asks, now shoving his laptop into his bag, rolling his eyes with a soft smirk.

“suguru i’m not an idiot.” you say, stepping over to their fridge and sifting around for creamer. you mutter the next part. “though, satoru told me last week…”

you’re shaking the bottle of cream you found when you hear footsteps padding out from the hallway, must be satoru.

“hi.” satoru’s voice makes your eyes jump up. he’s standing awkwardly, dressed in dc print briefs and a random anime shirt, blushing like he always is.

“hey, satoru.” you greet, stirring creamer into your mug. “sorry im robbing your coffee again. i’m having a rough ass day already.”

“oh. what happened?” he asks, brows furrowing as he worries.

“well my car’s fucked and is still in the shop.” you’re leaning up against the counter as you start speaking. satoru’s looking at you, eyes landing on your boobs, barely covered in a thin cotton tank like when you guys first met. now he’s got you doubting your outfit choice this morning. “so this audition i was gonna go to and kind of needed is impossible to get to. especially because it’s in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.”

“you’re acting career is doomed, we get it, very sad.” suguru practically groans out, holding satoru’s keys and jingling them in the air as he points to the door. “but mine isn’t and i need satoru to drive me to work.”

“i’m not even dressed asshole, you can wait a minute.” satoru snaps back for you. he turns to you, now sticking up your middle finger at suguru and his fuckass posture. “umm, y’know i could drive you to your audition….?” he says like it’s a question, as if he’s nervous you’re gonna turn this down and scream at him.

“as long as you put on pants first.” you chuckle out, pointing down at his underwear as he blushes and turns away.

“my god, put on some pants and let’s go.” suguru complains again. satoru ignores him and turns back to you.

“i’m gonna go get dressed,” he tells you, gesturing to the hallway. “do you wanna… put on a jacket?” he suggests, yet again like he’s scared of you.

“i’ll get on it!” you gesture back to the door, implying your apartment. “see, suguru, that gives you enough time to pull the giant stick out of your ass!” you joke, smiling to him as he rolls his tired eyes again.

ignore any typos this was from before i proofread lol

1. i am alive dw just been taking a break from socials and writing this past little while cause ive been pretty busy

2. currently halfway through writing the 3rd part of the big bang theory—might post a preview tonight, and the full chapter will hopefully be out sometime this week