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Moments where the real Nikki breaks through the wish OBSESSION (2026) Dir. Curry Barker

AU where Gojo and Shoko save Geto after his battle with Yuta

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FRAT!GOJO X READER , FRAT SWEETHEART!SHOKO X READER , FRAT!GETO X READER

SUMMARY shoko and gojo, your package deal friends with benefits, are not jealous of their best friend suguru geto. they’re not jealous when you start only studying with suguru, they’re not jealous when you ask to include suguru in your fucks, and they’re super not jealous when you’re basically acting like a couple with eachother.

partial smau parts !

WARNINGS angsty :(((, heavy jealousy (my favorite tag incase you couldn’t tell), satoru’s like REALLY REALLY jealous, fwb!satoru + suguru + shoko, lowk yearner satoru, minor vomit,

WORD COUNT 3.2k

there WILL be a fluffy, resolution pt. 2 in the future

How many of your recent stories included Suguru? Satoru wasn’t even sure. But by god he was upset. He felt utterly sick to his stomach seeing your most recent one. One from just barely 15 minutes ago.

Your ‘fav’? He thought he was supposed to be your favorite? Your favorite frat brother, your favorite boy, your favorite everything. He was going to cry. He was going to cry in frustration over a stupid Instagram post you probably paid no mind posting. Maybe that’s the part that hurts. You don’t even know how goddam wrecked he is seeing all your posts with the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Right now, he’s not sure he is.

His thumb apprehensively taps to open the comments, expecting maybe just your friends or an addition to the already sickening caption. It’s worse. It’s Suguru. It’s Suguru replying with a simple black heart that Satoru just knows he uses to act nonchalant. Probably to lure you in even further with those stupid hypnotic eyes he has. Maybe he’s concluding to hypnosis because he doesn’t even want to think about how you might actually like Suguru.

He’s laid out on his bed, spread eagle as he tosses his phone to his nightstand. On any other night, Suguru should be back at the house in minutes. But apparently you bypass the woman-stealer’s routine bedtime. He stops his imagination at what you two might be doing now.

He contemplates texting you—or Suguru. If he texted Suguru, it’d probably just be a string of angry messages, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at you. Okay, maybe a little bit since you’re just throwing around the ‘favorite’ (what you should be calling only him) title to any guy. But he still wants to hold you, kiss you, and annoy you like always. Right now, he just wants to kill Suguru.

If a soft knock on the door hadn’t interrupted his thoughts, he’d probably be brainstorming murder plans. The door opens before he can even say ‘come in.’

He doesn’t look to see who it is. He’s not even sure if he can move his body with the lack of motivation he has streaming through it.

“You’re pathetic.” Shoko’s voice mocks. She strolls in further, clicking the door shut and finding her way around the scattered clothes on the floor.

She’s in one of your shirts. A shirt you wore a couple of months ago to a party his frat threw, one where you scribbled on a simple white lie. He remembers staring at it on your figure for the first time and flusteredly biting his lip at the text. ‘I HATE Satoru Gojo’. He recalls blushing and hiding his face when he realized you thought the exact opposite. He was already missing when he was your favorite boy— why did Shoko have to go and make it 10x worse?

“C’mon. We’re both upset about Geto and her but we still have to get shit ready for tomorrow.”

He stares at her sideways, pouting. He misses when could pout at you and make you fold instantly.

“There are plenty of my brothers here already. Fuck off.” He smears out. Shoko rolls her amber eyes at him, hands on her hips. He doesn’t need Shoko to taunt him and claim it’s just whatever that his own best friend is fucking his girl. It’s what everyone slightly related to greek life calls you anyway (not even minding the fact you’re not dating). It’s always been ‘Gojo’s girl’. If he ever hears the words ‘Geto’s girl’ to refer to you, he think he’ll burn the whole campus down. He was fine with sharing you, but this is not stealing. This is highway robbery and he wants you back.

He’s unpacking drink bottles for tomorrow—after Shoko had to bribe him with candy like a child—when the front door opens. You and that traitorous bastard Suguru step into the foyer. If those grubby hands were around you, he might’ve smashed those bottles of Jack so thank god they weren’t. But he was still with you. Bringing you back, parading you around like you were his girlfriend.

“Damn girl. Haven’t seen you since Gojo was the one being you back.” Toji calls out, folding the beer pong table open and closed to check its stability. He knows that stupid comment was just to tick him off but fuck it worked. Especially with that stupid, lopsided smirk he shoots Satoru. He grumbles, grins tightening around the neck of a bottle.

“Hi, Toji.” You joke, patting your manicured hand lightly against his chest as you walk past. Your eyes set on Satoru, who’s currently trying to ignore you and Suguru. His eyes betray him and land on you and your chuckling face. You slink one arm around his neck and lean in, smiling into his shoulder while you hug.

“Missed you, Toru.” Did you really? Or were you too busy with Suguru fucking canoodling in cafes and restaurants? He wants to think you’re telling the truth. He inhales deeply against your neck, soaking up your perfume since he last saw you—what, two weeks ago? Ever since you’ve abandoned him and Shoko for Suguru. “Better be a rager tomorrow.” You whisper sweetly before pulling back.

He finally brings himself to look at traitor boy his best friend. Suguru greets him first.

“Hey, Satoru.” He says, calmly. Like Satoru has no reason to be upset or anything. He just nods at him. And then you follow Suguru up to his room, smile imbedded on your face the whole time.

Fuck you Suguru Geto and whatever love magic you have going on with his girl.

Look, all Satoru has to do tonight is find you before Suguru does. Then he can steal you back, kiss and hug you, maybe even get you to say you only want him, not Suguru. Maybe he could make Suguru watch— his thoughts are interrupted.

“Where’s your girl?” Toji ask, coming up next to him and staring at Satoru. Satoru was mindlessly biting his lip while watching the doorway vehemently, waiting for you to walk straight through it. “You two still good or is she all Geto’s now?” For the first time, Satoru doesn’t even think Toji’s trying to piss him off. He says it so neutrally like he’s genuinely curious— like he’s not supposed to know that you’re Satoru’s and will be till the end of time.

He snaps.

“She’s not Suguru’s, okay? Just because he thinks he can stroll in and take her doesn’t mean he fucking will!” He snarls at Toji. His blue eyes filled with rage. He fights the urge to stomp away at the mention of you being Suguru’s. He nearly gags at the thought.

Toji stays silent beside him, biting at the scar on his lip awkwardly. He brings his hand, with a cup he stole from the beer pong table, pointing out his index finger and gesturing to the door.

“Well your girl’s here if you didn’t notice.”

His head snaps so fucking fast. He brings his head to the direction of the door, eyes scattering to scan the people ridden room.

He spots you. You look like some fucking angel sent from above. Your dress looks gorgeous on you and he wishes he could say he was the one who bought it. He’s frozen in place for a moment, right before Toji pats his back and pushes him forward to get him moving. He looks back at Toji, then to you again, wandering about the floor, probably looking for someone you know. You’ve got that furrow in your eyebrows he loves.

He hurries, pushing past and through people to get to you. He nearly knocks a woman over carelessly as he shoves through the crowd and speed walking across the floor. You turn into the kitchen and his eyes narrow to make sure he doesn’t loose sight of you for too long. He continues his fast steps, ignoring half the crowd asking if he wants a grossly bitter drink as he follows you.

He finally catches up to you when people block the both of you’s path, stationary in the middle of the kitchen.

He grabs at your wrist, turning you around to stare at your face. You have a look of shock before your face falters to a calm expression, probably not realizing it was Satoru at first.

“Satoru!” You say, barely intelligible with the bass blaring from speakers just feet away. But more importantly, you’re smiling. He counts that as a win in his book. He can’t help but smile. You stare down at his collar, he looks down, confused. “New chain?” You ask.

You point to the gold slinked around his neck, casually resting along his collarbone.

“Uhh.. Yeah.” He says, awkward and nervously. His fingers knead along your wrist out of habit.

You nod, still smiling up at him cutely through those eyelashes. He swears it’s like those corny romcoms where time freezes. He continues gazing down at those perfect eyes and curves of yours while inconspicuously trying to pull you closer to him. The colored lights beam past his eyes, and for once he doesn’t shy away at the sight; he stays staring at you, particularly your soft set of lips. He mulls it over before deciding to go for it. He leans down to try and kiss you, trying to complete the stereotypical romcom sequence, when you snap your head around, looking for something.

Your lips form a pout while he stops mid lean.

“Any idea where Sugu is?”

He throws up the singular beer he had right infront of your heels. He wipes away the forming tears before they can drop infront of you too.

The moment you walk through the door he drags you onto his bed with his long ass arms. He grabs your waist and practically heaves you onto the mattress. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, staring at his broad shoulders looming above you, climbing up onto the bed infront of you.

He dives into your neck, pressing wet, sloppy kisses from your collarbone to below your ear lobe.

“Satoru!” You hiss out, still giggling through your words. He continues kissing you, even leading them up to your awaiting lips and devouring the plump flesh. He’s drooling he’s enjoying this so much. He’s acting like a military husband seeing his wife after 5 years and he knows it. Because to him, 5 years is what it feels like. He had to watch stupid Suguru have you for weeks, be on your mind constantly, and bring you home after he yakked in front of you.

His large hands clamp down on your hips and pin you down into the mattress, fighting your squirming. You muffledly say something unintelligible into his mouth and he pulls back with spit connecting your lips as evidence of the messy kiss.

He hums curiously. Okay maybe he’s not that curious about what you have to say right now and really just wants to keep kissing you. But he’s respectful!

You place your palms flat on his muscular chest. He smirks at this. He leans back down to start kissing you again but before he can actually meet your lips, you speak up.

“I don’t even get a ‘hi’ first?” You jokingly scold, shaking your head and pouting.

“Hi.” He says, then immediately starts attacking your lips again. His tongue sticks into your mouth and starts intermingling it with yours without care. It’s even messier than before; spit and quiet moans spill into your mouth as he starts to lead his hands lower and squeeze at your thighs. He swears your thighs have some magical, alluring spell on him.

Your ringtone blares out, interrupting and making you two jolt back from one another. Your phone buzzed against his hand in your pocket.

He pulls it out for you, fumbling through the fabric of your leggings and fishes it into his hand. When he flips over the screen to read ‘Sugu <3’ he wants to scream and throw it against the wall.

You look down at it and take it from his hand. He’s about to protest as he sees your finger slide against the screen. You bring up a finger to his mouth and leave it there on his lips as you answer and sit up on your knees.

“Hey, Sugu.” You say, smile creeping up your face while you talk. Satoru swears that Suguru did this on purpose, strictly to cockblock him. He has the urge to go piss in Suguru’s shampoo bottle, or hit him, or maybe actually kill him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, bear hugging you while you furrow your eyebrows in surprise, still nodding and humming at whatever Suguru was saying over the phone. He yanks you closer to him so you straddle his hips and nearly drop the phone out of your hand. You do a cute yelp when he does that makes him grin. You’re sat right above his clothed cock, covered in baggy sweatpants with rips in the pockets from a prank by one of his frat brothers.

He pouts up at you, silently pleading with those beautiful eyes you could stare at forever. You mouth to him ‘one second’. He takes initiative and end up not waiting. He snuggles back up into your neck and starts peppering dramatically loud and wet kisses right below your phone along the curve of your jaw.

“Baby, please.” He begs, purposefully loud and right into your phone speaker.

Suguru says something muffled over the line.

“Yes, that was Satoru.” You reply rolling your eyes. You laugh lightly at something else Suguru says. “Don’t get too jealous, baby. You know how he gets.”

He yanks the phone out your hand. He’s placed it up to his ear, blocking your attempts to get it back, and speaking into the microphone.

“I’m her baby. Fuck off, Suguru.” He snarls before hanging up for you and tossing your phone onto his nightstand.

He goes back to kissing you like nothing happened. You pull away, pushing him back from his jaw. You kinda wished he wasn’t as pretty, yelling at him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so goddamn cute.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, staring into those eyes that are clearly trying to feign innocence.

He blinks, looking around like he’s mulling over what to say that’ll get him out of trouble and still get him laid.

“Uhh… my doctor says it’s autism.”

Shoko missed you horribly this past week. See, normally, she’d be able to partner up with you for labs because she’s more responsible than Satoru and he can always partner up with Suguru. Now? You’re handing a pair of standard issue safety goggles to Suguru while his other hand writes down you two’s names for the lab records/data.

And of course, she’s now stuck with—who she calls the ‘biggest complainer of all time’—Satoru. Well actually, she calls him Gojo because she swears they’re not that close.

“He’s such a fucking asshole.” Of course it’s Gojo, complaining. Again.

“He’s your bestfriend.” She snaps back. The fact she now has to scribble down Satoru’s name instead of yours on the data collection sheet upsets her more. Her grip on her pen is rigid as she tries to collect herself and keep her nonchalant demeanor.

“Not anymore!” Satoru says, setting up the beakers in a neat row meticulously. He stares through them, looking up at Shoko through the distortion while she just glares back at him. He continues his rant. “He’s a traitor! I introduced him to her under the premise we could share—not him taking her away from me all for his greedy self!” He pouts annoyingly at her like she can fix it.

He continues going on and on about Suguru while she barely pays attention. Maybe she can get him to stay distracted and do all the work subconsciously.

She’s staring at you, who’s giggling and smiling with Suguru while you two work. She rolls her eyes again and gets back to work.

She tips her cigarette to you, lighting the one she fished out her pocket for you.

She stares into your eyes while you laze on your bed together, puffing grey, cloudy smoke out the window adjacent to your mattress.

She scoots closer to you, surprising you as you take the thin cigarette up by your head to not burn her while she moves over towards you.

“You mad at Gojo or something?” She asks, low and nonchalantly but still boring her eyes into yours.

“Huh?” You reply, tilting your head to the side. You bite at your lip. “No. Why?”

“He says you’ve been ignoring him.” You furrow your brows and pout. “He thought you might be mad and hanging with Geto to get him jealous.” If it was intentional, by god did it fucking work.

“No no,” You shoo, giggling at the absurdity. You start blushing before you continue, looking away from her gaze like you’re embarrassed to say the next part. “Sugu’s just been really nice recently. Haven’t been able to make time for Satoru I guess.” You said explain. All Shoko thinks is how she remembers Satoru complaining about the nickname for Suguru.

She squints her almond eyes. “Well Gojo seemed upset. He’s kinda whipped for you.” She didn’t wanna have to admit she was too. Honestly, she thinks it’d sound weird coming out of her sullen voice, also around a cigarette still sitting in her mouth.

Your brows furrow again, like you’re thinking or upset with yourself. You bite at your lip, lit cigarette still sitting in your hand. She reaches over and takes it, blowing it out before tossing it in your trash from across the room. You look surprised but don’t say anything.

She takes out her own too, extinguishing it with her thumb. She really surprises you when she leans over and open-mouth kisses you. She pulls back slowly, staring into your eyes again.

“Make some.” She says softly, just barely over a whisper while her bangs fall into your face. “Time, I mean. For Satoru and me.”

“‘Gumi…” You whispered against Megumi’s lips. He was pressing you into the wall. The kiss rushed with his hands on either side of your head so you couldn’t turn away. Megumi didn’t bother to respond choosing to deepen the kiss further by prying your lips open and pushing his tongue in your mouth.

It was messy and so unlike Megumi that you didn’t know what to do except to follow along. You fisted Megumi’s shirt in your hands, tugging him impossibly closer. Megumi made a strange sound and reluctantly pulled away, out of breath. He didn’t pull himself too far, leaning his forehead on yours as he panted in the small space between you two.

“What’s going on with you?” You whispered, a small smile growing on your lips.

“Stop.” Megumi murmured. He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, tilting his head down, “Just stop talking and kiss me.”

He really didn’t have to tell you twice.

Megumi leaned forward and slotted his lips in between yours, exhaling through his nose. Right now he didn’t need anything else, just you.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated. Roaming hands and desperate touches. The kiss soon became a clash of lips and teeth and Megumi only wanted you closer. If he could he’d tuck himself right underneath your skin and maybe only then would it be enough.

You moved to pull away, out of breath, but Megumi refused. He placed a hand behind your head to keep you from pulling away and tilted his head closer, desperate to keep his lips on yours. As much as you wanted to keep on kissing him your lungs were crying for air. You placed your hands on Megumi’s chest and pushed slightly. Megumi took the hint and with a disgruntled sigh he stopped with the onslaught of kisses. You had expected Megumi to fully part from you and pretend like nothing had happened, as he usually does, but this time Megumi hunches over and begins to press his lips along your collarbone and your neck until he reached your lips again. He continued on like this, pressing short kisses against your lips with half-lidded eyes.

“I love you.” Megumi sighed in between kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle from all of the kisses. Megumi’s heart fluttered in his chest, harsher than he had ever experienced before.

“Tell me you love me.” Megumi asked quietly, brushing your bangs away from your eyes.

you couldn’t even sit still in the bus. it was as if the road had multiple rocks under it, different length, different size—whatever, the road was just..NOT straight or flat.

every second, you were constantly getting lifted off your seat with every bump the bus came across. what’s worse is that you weren’t sitting on the window seat. you had to go through the harsh shoves of huge jackets and overwhelming scents of cologne as people passed through the hallway between the seats.

could this day get any worse? you wanted to go home alreaaadyy.

you grabbed your airpod case from the pocket of your sweatpants and plugged both ears with music, hoping that the environment around you would somehow disappear if you blocked the sound of the busy commotion. sure, there was a significant impact—the tiktok audios, obnoxious laughing, and interesting conversations were blocked out—but the left side of your body was still constantly getting pushed.

then you felt a heavy weight against your right shoulder.

okay, are you kidding me? you thought.

but that irritation quickly faded when you slightly turned your head to notice yuji—his eyes fluttered close, his fluffy, pink hair brushing against your lower cheek—and the clean scent that clung onto him. even when sleeping, he looked just as good as he does awake.

yuji wasn’t necessarily a bad kid. but that didn’t mean he avoided fights, and that was exactly what caught you a bit off guard. he looked like an angel. a cute angel. an evil angel in disguise…heh..

NO! what am i doing? you thought. you shook your head and berated yourself for liking the warmth and the weight of him on you. and..the idea of staying like this forever sounded like heaven.

but did you allow that? no you didn’t.

so without hesitation, you shoved his head off your shoulder. WHAAMMM! a little too hard that the bang of the glass and his head rattled through the whole bus, silencing the noise you found so irritating.

“AHH- SHIT!”

yuji’s hand flew up to his head as he shot you a teary-eyed, irritated glance. almost a betrayed glance. you watched with a pang of guilt as the downward angles of his frustrated eyebrows twitched into upset, upward slants. and no matter how strong this guy was or how intimidating he could be, he was still a sweet guy inside.

because before you could stop it, his lower lip began to tremble violently, and the skin of his chin tightened into a wrinkled texture.

“w-wait no, i didnt mean-!”

too late. he broke instantly, tears spilling past his eyes as he bawled like a big baby.