some deep stuff here.

The dress you chose for this party is barely something you would wear in such a cold night, picked simply because you would be warm and cozy at a party, and not forced to be outside on the balcony.

Of course no one is there, like Gojo said. It would be crazy to hang out there is the middle of winter, but the two boys are relaxed and don't show an ounce of discomfort at the wind blowing every now and then.

Geto is still wearing his jacket so it makes sense he isn't uncomfortable, but Gojo gave up his to you. To be clear, he didn't do it because you were cold, but because he had enough of potentially other people gawking at you.

Now, away from the attention of other people, Gojo is debating taking the jacket off your shoulders just to be able to be the one watching you, cold and shivering. It's partly a punishment for daring to go out dressed like that, but he can't deny the rush of heat traversing his body when he eyes drop to your naked thighs, at the way they clench to have some warmth.

He is generous though, mostly because Geto would possibly offer his own jacket, so he lets you keep that one shield against the cold. You will leave behind your perfume anyway, which gives him a reason to grin, wide, toothy like always.

The forniture on the balcony is enough to welcome the three of you, but it's a tight affair. And you make yourself so small, so adorable, while the both of them sit way too close, legs flush against yours. Gojo's arm is on the backrest of the outdoor sofa, just barely touching your shoulders, while Geto has his hand on your knee, huge despite your size.

"So, were you having fun?" Geto asks, and you jump a bit at the sudden voice reaching you. You don't answer, just looking down at your feet. He leans a bit closer to your ear, "If you wanted to dance, you should have told us."

"That's right!" Gojo chimes in, arm finally dropping to circle your shoulders. He pulls you a bit towards him and looks at you over the rim of his glasses, "We would have thrown you a better party."

You swallow the lump in your throat. You make your voice heard, for once, "I just wanted to have an evening for myself..."

Your words trail off, not sure how or why justify your desire for a nice, carefree night away from the social desert the two of them created around you. In school, at this point, no one wants to deal with the possibility of making them angry by getting your attention. Even with the few people they considered friends they linger around like vultures ready to feast, as if you could slip through the cracks and be saved.

You hoped they never got to you here, with people from your friends' school. You really weren't even interested in looking for a partner, but the way that boy talked to you, complimented you, looked at you, it reminded you that you are desirable to someone.

Sure, you aren't blind. You know how Gojo and Geto look at you, they are not shy in showing their attraction, but their interest is suffocating, and it's not something you asked for. It's evident in the way Geto's hand trails up your thigh now, his fingers weaseling their way between your closed legs. He squeezes the soft flesh as he speaks, "Or maybe you just want attention?"

You press your legs together even more, and that makes the warm fingers impress on your skin even more. If you raised your eyes just then, you'd see the fire flicker in Geto's eyes at the sensation. But your attention is caught by Gojo's words, mixed with a bark of laughter and the bite of jealousy, "Of course she wanted attention. Look at how she's dressed."

You are even more aware of your naked legs, and your exposed arms, of the way the halter dress dips low on your back, and you thank the stars you have the jacket shielding you from their eyes. In an instant, you regret accepting to come here, buying the outfit, getting ready with your friend at your house, and you aren't even sure what you are fearing exactly.

"But she looks pretty, doesn't she?" Geto points out to Gojo.

"Of course she does," Gojo confirms, wide smile on his face, "But do you really want to share this with anyone else?"

You look from the corner of your eye towards Geto, and you see him in fake contemplation. Slender eyes darting from glass sliding door of the balcony, peaking into the party still going, to your face, taking notice of you looking in his direction. His usual pleasant smile blossoms on his lips, but it hides something dark behind, "You're right, I don't."

Your eyes drop again, the lump in your throat returning.

You dread what they are even thinking, talking above your head as if this was the most mundane of conversations, "Then we should go away. I'm sure we are just enough for her attention-seeking tendencies."

Geto hums in agreement. They both stand up at the same time, dragging you with them and leading you towards the sliding door. Once inside, Gojo takes back his jacket, his hand finding the space between your shoulder blades to push you forward as Geto pulls you behind him by taking your hand.

They retrive your jacket. The girl who hands it to you winks at you, giggling at the sight of two men waiting with bated breath to have you alone.

You don't tremble at the thought. But you don't know how to ask for help.

With your jacket on you, Gojo and Geto lead you out of the apartment, out of the building. The three of you would wait for a car outside.