Shi

synopsis your roommate, Gojo, is forced to catch a spider you found in your room. Now, you can't even sleep in your own room tonight...

pairing gojo x reader

content roomate!gojo, nerd!gojo, no prns used for reader, no use of y/n, fluff!!!, 538 words

“Gojo!” you scream out. A large, brown, long-legged spider hangs from your ceiling, spinning around on a string from its web. That had to be minimum, the length of your whole hand, calmly scuttling around above your bed like a baby mobile.

You hear the pounding footsteps of your roommate running to your room. Turning around, you see a flash of white hair in your doorway.

“Are you ok!?” He stumbles over himself rushing through the doorway. You point to the spider. Following your finger with his eyes, he stares at the massive bug dangling off your ceiling. 

You sighed, trying not to laugh at how absurd your usually calm boyfriend can get when he’s jealous. “He should know by now, or use Google Maps, or not pester my girlfriend.” He looked out the window, staring at the unsuspecting neighbour that was still lost despite your directions.

“Xavier, we have to be nice to our neighbours, right?” You cooed, almost mockingly like he was a child. “I’ll be nice, just not to him.” He mutters.

“Y’know when we’re nice, he gives us free bread, isn’t that good?”

“You want free bread? Fine, I’ll make it-“

“NO. I mean.. no that’s not what I meant.” But you could tell Xavier’s expression was fading, and he was tuning out like he always did when he felt upset. And your heart ached. “Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you with your cooking skills.” “It’s not that.” He whispered, so silent that you almost missed it.

He reached out for your hand, squeezing it. “I just wonder if you think him or lumiere or anyone is better. Or if you’d be nice to me if I wasn’t..me.” You cradled his face, and wiped away a stray tear from his eyes.

“Does it really bother you that much?” You asked softly.

“I really try, star. But you’re the sweetest ever, a literal angel, and I’m here. Just a hunter.”

“Xavier.. I don’t want a man who just makes bread like Charlie, or a man who hides his identity like Lumiere..” you pecked a kiss on his lips.

“I want Xavier who sucks at cooking, the best at cuddling and who is the calm when everything is hell.” He sniffled.

“I want my Xavier who plays video games with me, and who pretends I don’t steal his hoodies. And who treats me like I’m fragile.” His azure eyes glimmered as they slowly looked into yours. “Promise?”

“Forever.”

I dont really write for Xavier but ugh he’s so cute I love him. But this is also a little announcement that my writing for LADS will decrease. I will continue to write for Caleb the most though. But I find myself more focused on JJK now. Who knows, this blog might me jjk centric or not. Buh bye!! 

TW. dirty talk, mention of being a gooner lol, ethical dilemmas

“oh fuck my star, you’re squeezing me so tight”

your hand circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your heat as the voice of your favourite erotic audio creator ‘xoxolumiere’ played through your headphones.

when you first found him you felt almost embarrassed listening to the slick noises of his hand working his cock, quickly exiting out of the app and trying desperately to get his moans off your mind. you lasted a good couple days before getting home from a late night with your friends, deciding to “blow off steam” by pulling out the vibrator you hid in your bedside drawer, charging it as you scrolled through twitter for something to get you off.

you nearly gave up before seeing an upload from him—the warnings catching your eye.

handyman fucks you as payment (degradation+praise, whimpering, talking you through it)

with several shots in your system, you worked up the courage to sit through the entire 9 minutes of his soft voice uttering the nastiest phrases you had ever heard.

“this what you wanted, pretty? jus’ needed to be fucked good, right?”

“f-fuck, jus’ like that angel, work for that cock”

“o-oh god, gonna lemme cum inside you, right? please baby, got so much for you”

before you knew it you were dripping from his whines alone, vibrator forgotten as you scrolled through his page, bookmarking every audio that piqued your interest.

eventually it became a ritual, days passing in a blur as you waited for another post from him. sometimes you even listened to his regular audios, soothing voice talking about his day helping you unwind after a stressful work week. you felt kinda weird for developing a parasocial relationship with someone you couldn’t even see (aside from the rare nudes he posted, sunlight reflecting off his built torso and highlighting the happy trail leading down to an unfairly pretty cock), but it’s not like you were hurting anyone!

it didn’t affect your work or personal life, so it wasn’t really that big a deal…still though, you found yourself in a moral dilemma more often than you wanted to admit. porn is super detrimental to society, but here you are with a whole alt account just to retweet it. you’d never let a man disrespect you, but you had post notifs on for some stranger that regularly called you a ‘dirty little whore’ in the audios he posted for his 3k followers. were you a gooner? as bad as the men you made fun of online?

these thoughts weighed heavy on your mind as you checked the mail, deciding to take a day off work for some much needed self-care (code for lounging in your bummy clothes while you ordered food). stuck thinking about your…erotic predicament, you bumped into the broad chest of your neighbour xavier.

the flyers from your mailbox flew from your hands and combined with his pile of colourful letters. you stuttered out an immediate apology, mentally beating yourself up for wearing an ugly outfit in the rare instance you bumped into your attractive neighbour.

“hey starlight” he muttered, the nickname easily falling from his lips as if it didn’t just ruin every other nickname ever for you. he came up with it after running into you during a lunar eclipse, conversation flowing easily ever since then.

still—he was a good looking guy. even with the baggy clothes he always wore and his soft face, his sturdy frame always caught your eye. he crowded empty elevators when the two of you were alone, his towering height making you both nervous and excited. of course you still blushed around him.

you tried to give yourself the ick by saying he was probably filthy, but you knew it was a lie. he always smelled good and even with the basic clothes he wore, you never saw a stain or worried he was one of those guys that sniffed clothes to see if they were still good to wear.

“h-hey, i’m so sorry.”

he shook his head at your apology, a quick reassurance falling from his lips to let you know it was his fault for standing in the way like an idiot. you giggled while sorting through the mail, noticing the large amount of mail he received. “jesus xav, is this fan mail or do you just subscribe to every newsletter you see?”

your attempt at a joke fell flat, the tips of his ears turning red as he sputtered out how it was a result of leaving his mailbox unopened for weeks. you wanted to apologize for intruding or overstepping, but he spit out a quick apology that he had something in the oven and had to check on it. you watched him quickly walk to the stairs, going two at a time before waving once more and entering his floor.

the elevator dinged as you sighed at your complete lack of game, checking off another chance ruined with someone attractive. you looked through your mail as a distraction from the situation, flipping through the bills and bank statements before seeing a letter addressed to a different unit.

you scanned the envelope for a name, contemplating on just throwing it out before your breath caught, heart racing at the familiar user listed on the package.

xoxolumiere, with a lipstick stain pressed next to it.

your eyes blinking several times as you tried to convince yourself this was a dream. there’s no fucking way the guy who’s voice you got off to lived in the same building as you.

before you could think better of it, you pressed his floor number and stood at the door, breathing picking up as you swiftly knocked three times, bracing yourself for the very real possibility he could be unattractive or a weirdo or…

“miss me already, my star?”

you tried to think of a response, desperately wanting to be normal in front of your very hot and apparently very popular neighbour, xavier. unfortunately though, today was just not your day.

you shoved the letter against his abdomen before walking off, ignoring the way his eyes widened and his voice called your name.

the elevator doors shutting shook you from the dream or nightmare you felt like you were in, shame immediately washing over you as you realized you had been getting off to your sweet and kind and incredibly sexy neighbour for months.

the worst part is that you knew you weren’t gonna stop—now that you knew he was hot, you were probably gonna become an even more avid listener.

yeah, you were definitely a gooner.

a/n: i an still thinking about buff sweet neighbor xavier… i love him so much… also me posting twice in one day sorry guys i have a lot to say i guess

thinking your friendly slightly dorky and shy neighbor is lowkey a loser and telling him it’s okay you don’t need help with the giant heavy package you’re struggling with. xavier pouts, rolling the sleeves of his hoodie up to reveal extremely toned and veiny forearms. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen.

he lifts the box with ease, not even a grunt leaving his lips as he smiles at you, “just inside your apartment is good?” his soft voice snaps you out of your daze.

“um yeah if you can set it on the kitchen counter,” you stumble out, clearing your throat as your face burns. xavier notices the other boxes strewn about, and being the kind person he is, offers to help you finish unpacking and moving the heavier items into place.

he’s finally breaking a sweat near the end of it, reaching down and pulling his hoodie overhead, undershirt riding up and revealing chiseled abs. his prominent and well defined biceps are on full display, droplets of sweat slowly rolling down the corded muscles.

“are- do you want some water or something to eat?” you swallow harshly, forcing your eyes from his arms and shamefully meeting his gaze. his eyes are darker than before, a small smirk playing on his lips as he takes a couple steps closer to you, broad shoulders covering your entire frame as you step back, only to be met with the kitchen counter.

“I’d rather have something else,” he mumbles, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. it’s not lost on him the small whimper that leaves your lips.

yeah, you were going to fuck your neighbor.

masterlist

Pairing: Snow leopard!Satoru x owner!reader

Summary: your dad bought you a snow leopard demihuman he mistook for a house cat to keep you company in your new apartment. You’re against owning any demihumans, but it would be cruler to send him back to the cruel shelter.

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, grumpy toru, demihuman, power imbalance that in the end balances itself out, owner and pet dynamic

wc: 1.8k (this was supposed to be like 500 max lol. i got carried away in flow state)

a/n: mixed in my idea with this request! i wrote this when half dying with not enough energy to write for the geto series, idk why it got longer than i anticipated. enjoy! ( ˶>ᴗ<˶)

Demihumans were often mistreated and abused, deemed ‘lesser’ beings than humans. Their shelters were mostly visited by families looking for something to keep their kids happy and busy, seen as ‘pets’.

The smaller ones like weasels and kittens are the popular choices, tiny enough to not take up much space. The ones who buy them for their entertainment are people with no knowledge on their actual needs.

They hold no care in the world for knowledge about how weasels require long, excessive periods of play, movements being their nature; or how not all cats are huge on cuddling either.

You were strongly against such barbaric action. You refuse to enslave some innocent soul, whether it be for human entertainment or under the guise of ‘saving them’. A gilded cage is still just a cage, after all.

So, when your dad came home with a burly snow leopard demihuman tailing behind him, you didn’t really know what to say or feel.

He had mistaken the snow leopard for a big white cat, saying ‘you need something to keep you company now that you moved out'.

Xavier doesn’t remember to blink, sometimes.

He tends to stare at you, no matter what you do. Whether you’re fixing yourself a snack in the kitchen, draped across the couch and working on your reports, or even just leaning against him and talking about your day, Xavier’s gaze is locked onto you.

It darts around, from the ways your eyes crease, to the way your lip moves when you try to pronounce something rather tricky, or the way your chest dips and rises whenever you take a breath. If you permitted him to, he would spend an eternity memorising every inch of you, from your very tip of your head, to those soft lips of yours, to the curve of your legs-

But usually, you meet his eyes uneasily, breaking the eye contact. You’ve called his staring intimidating before, laughing it off as a joke, but he noticed that you tend to freeze up if you feel his eyes on you. Tensed shoulders, forced smile, followed up a rather pathetic attempt to divert his attention to other matters-

So Xavier forces himself to blink, sometimes. Slow, careful movements. He smiles at you gently, gaze broken occasionally by these gruelling, slow blinks.

He likes to think it makes him look harmless.

Duty bound

Summary In the lonely hours of the night, is duty truly all that matters to you?

Content/Tags: Angst, KOD au, mutual pining, Xavier’s pov, slow burn, Xavier x reader.

★a/n : Alrighhhhtttttttt!! I really like this one 😁 I’m a lover of angst after all, anyway this is a oneshot and kind of on the shorter side with kind of an open ending? If it does do well i might consider a pt 2 or a continuation of the story, I love crown prince Xavier he just hits so good TT

Xavier, ever so brave and chivalrous, always stoic and level headed, feared and respected by his subordinates and subjects. If only they knew that their fearsome and composed King burned for his general. 

Would anyone come to believe? That the king of dark-night, The accursed one, lived and died for the one woman who everyone equally feared, the one woman who no one ever dared to think of as that, a woman. An object of desire. 

Her, the one woman who was skilled enough to command armies, the one person skilled enough to gain that late King’s respect and approval, the one who grew up alongside Xavier as his childhood friend and playmate, the one who would blush at the young prince when he wore his ceremonial garments, the one who would hide her blushing face behind her hands, making the 12 year old boy wonder, just why his heart skipped a beat and why did he want to make his friend turn even more red. 

The one person who saw every side of Xavier, from a young innocent boy, to a respected leader. The one person who made the man yearn for more, the man who was always bored and apathetic, the man who never showed much emotion, yearn and die for simply a smile of his beloved. 

If only she were that. His beloved. 

Only she wasn’t, long gone were the days where the woman smiled at him. Long gone, were the evenings where both played with their toys and read to each other bedtime stories. 

Long gone, were the nights where both teenagers snuck out, barely escaping the eyes of the vigilant butler and the strict governess, nights where both their chuckles and laughter were muffled, fearing they would get caught. Where their breath mingled as they hid in a tight spot, shushing each other as a maid called for their titles searching for them. 

Where their heartbeats synchronized from how close they were. Where Xavier finally understood that this girl was precisely that, a girl. Not the same as him, way prettier, way smaller than him, her head just under his chin, way softer than him, they both trained, both going through the same lessons of swordsmanship both their bodies showed it, yet Xavier was sturdier, stronger, bigger. 

Prettier, smarter, kinder, nicer. She was everything.

The days where she would look up at him through her lashes, her beautiful eyes peering at him were naught but a cherished memory. Where she would call for his name in her soft voice before quickly correcting herself adding his title when the governess would send her a look. 

“My apologies, Would your Royal highness prince Xavier, do me the honor of joining me for a stroll in the garden?” 

She would bow in accordance to etiquette, everything befitting of a lady, her smile however conveyed to him that she rather meant a sparring match than a stroll. 

Xavier would take her outstretched hand and place a soft kiss to the back of it, earning a content sigh from the older woman watching them. 

“If that is what her ladyship wishes, then it would be my

Honor to fulfill her request.” His words were everything regal, the look he would give her was anything but. Haughty and confident. 

The days where he could tease her were now nothing but a memory. 

“Duchess.” 

His voice rang in the empty training hall. There she stood, the woman of his dreams, the one woman he would forfeit everything simply to have her look his way. 

The night was dark, only the moonlight illuminating both their silhouettes. Only it was enough for him to be able to catch sight of the scars on her arms. 

She slowly turns to face him and Xavier holds his breath. It's been months since they’ve last spoken, their last meeting ending in an argument before she left for an expedition.

 It’s been a week of celebration for her and her army’s success in the subjugation of monsters, a week of celebration Xavier orchestrated simply to honor her, so that everyone may understand that his heart already belongs to someone, so that the annoying nobles will finally understand that no amount of pushing will make him take their daughters as queen, because to him that spot has been occupied since he was twelve. 

A week of joy and festivities, where the common folk and nobles alike sang her praise and name in songs, a week of watching her from afar as she mingled with everyone but him, a torturing week of waiting for her to finally look his way, but she never did.

Now he holds his breath as he watches her slowly turn to face him, and Xavier is transported back to the days where they were young and free, because despite her cold attitude towards him, her eyes could never hide her feelings, that was the only flaw she had as a general. 

“I Greet the Holy Sun of Philos, his Majesty The king Xavier-“ 

Xavier can no longer watch her pretend, he stops her as she goes to kneel down in respect. 

“No.” His voice is soft, so is his touch as he gently holds her smaller frame and makes her stand tall, she should never kneel down. 

“No?” She echoes, her puzzled look equally adorable and infuriating. 

She knows what he wants, and yet because of this stupid etiquette because of these damned rules she pretends not to know. 

“Xavier.” He says, not letting go of his hold on her. “Just Xavier.” 

He watches, as emotions flash through her face. She has grown thinner in the months where she has been away from him. Her cheeks that used to be full, that likened the moon in fullness when she smiled now gone, she looked tired, gaunt, he is sure that she had been skipping meals. 

Her voice snaps him out of his trance. 

A sigh. “Your majesty, we’ve discussed this before.” She looks tired, she tries to move away, but Xavier cannot yield, will not yield anymore. 

“No.” He cuts her off. “You discussed, I only ever complied with your demands and I no longer feel like doing so. Xavier. That is what you shall call me, that is your birth given right.” 

Her lips wobble and the man feels himself shatter. 

“Xavier.” Her voice is but a whisper, coarse, afraid, uneasy. How long has it been since she last called him by his name alone? Without any title attached to it. 

The man looks at her before smiling, a small disbelieving chuckle escaping him. “Yes my love.” 

No one would ever believe that the king who is known to be unfeeling, and the Duchess of Sindersfell, were in love. 

She tries to move away but Xavier simply pulls her against his chest, and he watches as she melts against him. A woman, so different from him, his woman. 

“Xavier, you know we can’t, what if someone sees us.” Her voice sounds reprimanding but her hands are holding him close and her face is buried in the crook of his neck. 

“Then let them. I have not changed my mind once since that night. Let’s elope. Me and you. Let’s go far away and enjoy the rest of our days.” His hand gently holds her face, he watches as she leans into it, her eyes closing in bliss at his touch. 

How much has she missed him, her Xavier. 

“Let’s leave everything behind my love, please.” His voice cracks at the end, his forehead gently leaning against hers. 

It’s now her turn to cradle his face. “You know we can’t.” 

The pained look on Xavier’s face tells everything that needs to be said, he knows they can't. To whom will they leave the kingdom’s affairs? Every single noble is corrupted to the core and would lead the country astray. 

That was the sole reason she had refused his proposal all those years ago. 

“who are you talking to? are you alright?” he thinks you might be concussed from a mission you went on earlier.

you feel SO embarrassed and just laugh it off, opting to not explain the joke and embarrass yourself further and walking away with slumped shoulders. you don’t see xavier biting back a giggle and taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot, fem!reader, p in v, coming on face, reader has/had a crush on Geto, Geto is kind of a jerk, fourth year setting (all characters are aged up to +18), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart)

a/n: first time writing smut, so please bear with me!

art by @/thatsallchief (i love their art so much)

Gojo Satoru knew that his crush liked his best friend.

The way your eyes wandered around the room, and instead of landing on him, it always settled on the black-haired boy that was sitting next to him.

And he always watched your heart get broken when your ears perked up at the sound of Suguru’s voice, low, leisure, and level as though it was a daily occurrence to be talking in the classroom about how he booked a hotel with a university girl, studying nursing or some other shit, to spend the night with. 

Shoko would stick her tongue out, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she stared at her phone, while Gojo would laugh for a moment, making fun of Suguru playfully as always before turning to look at you, eyes concerned.

And his darling crush, gentle and kind even when your heart is shattered into pieces, would always smile awkwardly, uncomfortable as your murmured a faint complaint about appropriate behaviour at school grounds, or sometimes nothing at all when Suguru’s description became too detailed, too promiscuous.

The worst part was… Suguru knew.

Suguru knew that your rosy cheeks were meant for him, that her gentle voice was only directed at him.

He even casually complained how to indirectly let your down, not wanting to confront the awkwardness since he still thought of you as a precious, fellow classmate—the one that would always give him a piece of candy to get rid of the horrid taste of the curses he swallow.

Suguru was appreciative of your kindness, but not enough to reject you directly with kind words.

That was why it always made Satoru grit his teeth in fury at his best friend, whom he still deeply cared for, but also from annoyance at the way you always let him run over you, still naively trying to cling to the hope that somehow Suguru would like you back.

Satoru knew that you weren’t just a crush—he adored you, loved you, that it sometimes hurt to look at you from the way you made his heart race.

For the way you would hide your eyes away when they welled with tears whenever Suguru breaks your heart, not wanting to disturb the moment with your friends. The way you would smile gently at Satoru when your eyes meet. The way you would giggle slightly when Gojo pokes your cheek teasingly. The way you would prettily part your lips for a bite for a piece of strawberry Pocky that would make him swallow as something else flash behind his eyes, imagining how they would feel wrapped around his tip—

his tone's curt and brash, ushering the person on the other end of the line to get to the point. but he doesn't slow down his thrusts—in fact, he fucks you faster and harder until the slapping of skin against skin is so loud, it's impossible to miss.

you try to keep quiet, muffling your whimpers behind trembling hands. but xavier's quick to yank those hands above your head, giving you no way to stifle your noises. you go to bite your bottom lip but xavier doesn't allow it, using his free hand to tug your jaw down so your sweet voice rings free.

he's hitting that spot with such precision, your cunt gushing wet and squelching with every slam of his hips against the plush of your ass. it's getting too much, your eyes closing tightly as pleading sobs spill from your open mouth, your back starting to arch as xavier still talks with whoever called you.

"just a second," xavier grunts before he's got you folded in half and making you scream. you claw at his shoulders, drool slicking your chin and stars dotting your blurry vision. "almost...there—"

a sudden firm rub to your clit and you're gone, utterly and completely shattered as you wail xavier's name.

the next morning, coming out of your apartment, you bump into charlie and wave in greeting. charlie instantly grows flustered and can't look you in the eye as he quickly waves and scurries past.

you wonder what you've done wrong and express this to xavier on the way to work who looks a little too smug.

turns out it was charlie who had called you last night, intending to invite you to a cafe that had opened a week ago. and xavier, in his possessiveness, decided to stake his claim right there and then.

Fluff

You had made a mistake. The mistake being having ordered more Lumiere merchandise and forgetting to schedule it on a day where your boyfriend wouldn’t be home.

So here you were now, sitting beside a very sulky Xavier as you tried to cheer him up, but nothing seemed to work.

“Oh c’mon Xavier, its just merch, Lumiere is just, he is just so adorable.”

Wrong move, all that earned you was a deeper frown and an even more prominent pout from your boyfriend who just crossed his arms and looked away.

What a baby.

Fuck, he was so cute.

You try your very best not to show him how excited this adorable behavior of his got you as you come closer, and obviously he doesn't move away.

Xavier loved you. He loved everything about you. If anyone asked him what his favorite thing in the world was his answer would be immediate.

You.

You on the other hand didn’t seem to share the same feelings as him, because clearly you loved someone much more than him, that thought only makes the silver haired man frown even more.

“Xavier please. Stop sulking.” You truly wanted your boyfriend to stop being sad, but if anyone peeled the truth out of you, they would know that deep down you wanted him to continue on and act even more spoiled.

And that’s exactly what he does. Gosh he was truly so lovely.

With a side glance at you he speaks up. “If it were Lumiere who was sulking you probably would be kissing him and telling him how he is the best.” He juts out his lip and you stop yourself from biting it.

You smile, a mischievous idea coming to you.

With a nod you lean your body closer at first, your voice dropping to a sultry tone. “Yes, Lumiere is the best.” You watch as he looks at you with faux anger as you slowly straddle his hips.

Even with his sulking he doesn’t shy away from putting his hands firmly on the sides of your waist, squeezing as you settle yourself on his lap. His blue eyes grow dark as you smile down at him. Even in his frustration he cannot hide his utter devotion to you.

“Lumiere is the best.” You repeat, now leaning closer. Your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper your next sentence. “But Shen Xinghui is my favorite.”

Oh.

Oh.

You cannot even let out the giggle that was bubbling out of you that you are cut off by a rough kiss. Xavier’s hand coming to the back of your head and pressing your hard against him, not letting you escape. Not like you wanted to. You just melt against the large man and let him take what he wants.

He only breaks the kiss when you tap him for air.

Fuck he was so pretty, cheeks flushed, lips pink and swollen from kissing you, and light silver hair mussed from where you had pulled during your makeout.

However the cutest part were the little light particles that were floating around him, betraying his true feelings even if he was still frowning at you.

So he was no longer mad huh.

“Say it again.” He demands, and you giggle.

“You can’t fool me, I know my pretty boy is no longer mad, he is glowing like the brightest of stars right now.” You giggle and he pouts, burying his face in your neck.

“Shen Xinghui will always be my favorite. No one could ever replace him.” You say, kissing the top of his head.

When he looks up you think you fall in love with him all over again, the most happy hopeful look has taken over the features of your lover and you wonder. Would a spring wedding be better or an autumn one?

canon to the fvb-verse !

art by @/tiyuo7ro (i think)

bestfriend!nerdjo … a physics grad student that you met while you were getting your bachelors.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who you constantly have to remind to actually sleep.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who constantly tells you physics jokes you don’t get, offers to explain them, and then ends up making you more confused than before

bestfriend!nerdjo … who basically lives in your apartment with how much he sleeps over. he has 5 changes of clothes, a toothbrush, skincare and a stash of candy (that he knows you won’t take because they’re disgustingly sweet) readily available at your place.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who ‘accidentally’ cockblocks by studying at your apartment constantly. unfortunately it is a turn off for guys you bring home to have a 6’3, beauty and brains encompassed man lying on your couch shirtless when they get to your place.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who claims you were ‘too good for them anyway’ when you complain about his record breaking amount of cockblocks.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who has obscenely sensitive eyes and wakes up like dracula when you forget to close the blinds the night before when he slept over.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who uses your apartments broken heating system to his advantage and cuddles in bed with you.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who your mom is still convinced you’re going to marry. every single thanksgiving—that satoru is now eagerly invited to every year— she still claims that satoru is ‘such a kind, smart and handsome boy’ that she would ‘love if you married’.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who can’t help but be a little offended when you go “yuck—never.” every time she does. okay, sure, you’re just best friends but you seriously don’t wanna marry him? he thinks he’d be a good husband.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who sometimes answers the door when guys come over to see you and shoos them away like an overprotective dad or brother.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who made you watch all of the big bang theory and couldn’t help but be happy your favorite character by the end was sheldon… a tall, egotistical, blue eyed physics nerd.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who only asks you when he needs advice for fashion. frankly, he thinks shoko will sabotage him, suguru doesn’t understand how to dress formally, and utahime would never bother responding. but he thinks you always look nice. so help him pick out and tie his tie, will you?

bestfriend!nerdjo … who really does not understand your affinity for that sukuna guy. his stupid tattooed face really isn’t all that in his opinion, yet it has you salivating and practically floating like garfield when he smells pie.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who has definitely commented “we look so much like a couple here” under one of your posts—quick, guess what your reply was [reference here].

bestfriend!nerdjo … who loves to do your makeup for you, getting oddly close to your face and looking down at your lips even when he’s doing your eyeliner.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who pouts when he sees you text sukuna again.

bestfriend!nerdjo … who wants you to stop being so stupid and realize he just wants you.

Caleb has never been one for romance.

Or rather--he just finds it hard to develop a close attachment for other people, much less a romantic one. He doesn't see the appeal of a relationship, really, especially when he's perfectly fine on his own. And if his friend's behaviors have taught him anything about the all-consuming effects of being in love, why would he risk such a predicament? Especially when he has so many other things to do?

He remains faithful to this ideology until he enters college, where he meets you. An upperclassman who's assigned with him for a group project.

At first, he tries to convince himself that he just thinks you're pretty. That maybe, he's just found his type, and it's nothing more than that---nothing emotional, surely. It's not like he peeks from the corner of his eyes when you're focused on your work, or notices the slight changes to your appearance that you make once in a while. And it's not like he could ever spend an extra hour in the morning when getting ready if he knows he'll see you. Definitely not.

But when you're pointing at something on his laptop, discussing details about the project that go in one ear and right out the other because he's too busy staring at how your hair falls a certain way, he knows he's doomed.

"Are you listening, Caleb?"