Qriosity .ᐟ

It was shocking news to you, but was it really that unexpected? You and Gojo Satoru are in the same field. Okay, maybe that you can deal with, but did you two have to be on the same block??

Shit, now you think that you stand no chance at all. Are you in a class full of smart people just like before? what if you get left behind? what if??–

Surprisingly enough, everything was working in your favor; for once, you feel like you achieved something.

You're one of the smartest students in the class, and based on your excellency in your performance tasks and recitations, you can kiss that sweet spot for Dean's List a welcome and with open arms.

While you basked in the glory of your victory, Satoru on the other hand was failing miserably. How did that happened?

"I'm sorry to be talking with you in private at such a time like this, but could you do me a favor and help Satoru out with passing this semester?" Your professor sounds tense, which is an unlikely sight to see. "His mother has been bugging my phone for the last couple of days about his first quarter report card." He sighs, a shameful look on his face appear as the skin on his forehead folds. "She's been bribing me with money to increase his grades on purpose, and you know that'd be illegal of me to do."

Oh. With great power comes with great responsibility I guess? You just want to leave there and get back home to start reviewing, but isn't it your unlucky day? looks like you'll have a new buddy to study with.

And you can't just back out either — you don't have any friends to review with so far and you're the only person Satoru recognizes. It was an instinctive choice for him to pick you to help his case. Not because you're smart, but also because he knew you from back then.

So now you're here. Late at night, lamp and laptop on, a zoom meeting ongoing and a dream to pass. You and Satoru are the only ones in the meeting. It feels awkward, too awkward.

"You don't have to turn on your camera for this, Satoru." You say as you present your screen that shows the contents on what you'll be studying. "All I need to know is that you're listening, so listen well."

No response, of course. This isn't apart of what you and your professor agreed on, but you're curious as to why he's even here. "Why did you choose this course, Satoru?"

"Well." he replied. You're sensing hesitation in his tone, even with how exhausted he sounds. "My mother wanted me to get into nursing. She says I'm capable for it, and you know..quick bucks." — right, of course: the generic response you'll expect from a kid with an asian parent. But if his mother is rich enough to bribe the professor to give him good grades, why did you really choose it?

You didn't pry further, so you went on with your goal which is to help him — and you — pass finals.

"Well, we'll start off with grasping on the basic terminology for different anatomical parts. Our professor have noticed that you struggled with that, and you barely survived last quarter because of it." You click your tongue as you scroll backward on your notes, going to the very top. "So, let me help you differentiate the prefixes and suffixes used in directional terms. If a term ends with 'ad', that means 'towards'. An example of this would be 'cephalad', which means 'towards the head'."

You check on the zoom meeting to see if he's still present before going back to your recent tab of showcasing your notes. "And then for 'ior' refers to 'pertaining to'. Now, it's important to know the difference between the two since we'll be handling situational questions such as asking which part of the patient's body is located, and only directional terms will be used for it." You scroll down to the next slide, "next, I'll explain as to why cephalic doesn't end with 'ior' incase you're curious about it before moving to our next step–"

"You talk a lot." Satoru groans. "I never knew you're the type to talk this much." — was that a backhanded compliment or a direct insult?

You almost choked on your own saliva because of how abrupt he was in intervening you. "Excuse me?" You check back on your zoom meeting tab, noticing how he has his camera open.

"Oh, sorry for the interruption." Satoru replies, yet disheartening to hear on your end; doesn't even sound genuine. "It's just that you weren't much of a talker back when we were in High school." You look at his camera, he smirks. "Three years in High school together, to be exact."

"Satoru, this isn't the time to be conversating about this." You sigh, having to deal with this tedious conversation. "We have a lot to catch up with your studies if you want to pass, so why bring this up?" and yet, you keep catching eachother's glance, even if it's through a screen.

"You brought up a personal question to me first, so why not I bring a personal topic up as well?" He runs his fingers through his hair as he yawns. Even with his back leaning against his chair comfortably, and with his head pulled back, His eyes were still fixate on you. "Plus, you've been tackling on the same topic for the past fifteen minutes. I suck at this course but I'm not entirely dumb, you know?"

Ah right, how could you even forget? — you didn't realize that you were going back and forth on the anatomy subject, that you never even thought about the other major subjects he failed at!

"Can I tell you something?" He ask. You're stuck with this kind of conversation, might as well put an end to which you apparently started right? "Sure, what is it?"

"I know that you used to like me when were still in high school." He chuckles, feeling too confident in himself. "Of course, who wouldn't right?" How you wish to say that, followed by deteriorating him as an asshole because of his jeering personality. But you just smile, nodding a little, but mostly showing him a tentative smile. "Yeah, I did. but why bring that up?"

"Because I like you too." He moves closer to the screen so you can see his face more clearly; he was serious about liking you. "I really do." The confession was so sudden. And- you never noticed this at first, but is he shirtless?

"That's real sweet Satoru, but isn't it a little too late for that?" — you were staring a little too much at him that you were beginning to notice changes to his expression. He's blushing profusely, and you could see his sweat running down the temples of his head.

"Too late?" He lets out a sigh that was heavy enough to run shivers down your spine. "Ah..fuck.." he lowers his head as if he's checking on something. What the heck is going on??

"Satoru, are you alright?" you dared to ask. He seems completely fine — actually, he's more than just fine. Why does seeing him in this state makes your heart beat faster? all sweating, shirtless, hair down and face turning into all sorts of expression you never knew you'd see him have.

This is becoming more than just a tutor session, and you never planned it to turn out this way. The tension is becoming high, and you completely forgot what you were teaching him on.

"Your face.." Gojo bites down his lip, his hand gripping onto something rigid and stern. "..You look adorable when you look at me like that."

Ah fuck, is this the right moment to get turned on right now?

Gojo brings up his hand to his camera, showing what seems to be dripping off of his palm and down to his very wrist — or also known to be the "metacarpals" and "carpals" in your medical vocabulary. Is this the right time to even bring up what you studied?!

"I'm dripping wet." Gojo licks his lips. "I've been dripping this whole time actually. Just hearing you talk turns me on..all that yapping and groaning" he picks up his phone (which is what he was using to call you). The camera loses its focus on him as he brings it down to expose you to something he might have you find enticing. Your eyes never opened so fast before, and lord were you so abruptly interrupted by how big his dick is.

He has you right where he wants you to be after leaving you muttering out incoherent words that could barely form a sentence by itself. Your mouth was slightly agape, and your fingers instinctively find its way to your craving folds hidden beneath your undies. This feels excitingly weird.

"Touch yourself for me, pretty." Gojo asks with a low growl. He's touching himself, syncing with how you finger your pussy to ecstasy. he still has his camera focusing on his bare dick, so you know that he's jerking off to you, and how graceful his hand moves up and down on it. Should you be exposing yourself like that too?

"Ahh.. who knew we'd be seeing each other pleasuring ourselves like this.." He bites down his lip, fastening his speed at stroking his cock. "I'm so close, baby..make me cum.."

Despite how silent you are with your moans, you're practically close yourself too. You keep looking at his camera, seeing his dick and how it's holding itself from ejaculating. As your dominant hand works on your wet cunt, your other hand moves towards your shirt — you try to put in the effort of taking it off, catching the glimpse of Gojo.

"I'll make you cum, alright.." you breathe heavily, decreasing the pace of your fingering to ensure that you don't cum before he does. "But put the focus on your face first, Satoru."

With how you mention his name so briefly, it was easy to get him to listen. The camera is on his face, and you could see the curiosity that glimmers in his eyes. "Did you miss my face that much?"

"Maybe.." you lift up your shirt, exposing bits of your breasts, "I miss the reactions you give me the most."

Your hand pulls your shirt even higher until it swiftly comes off of you. Your perky breasts are exposed to his view, and you catch how hard he stares at it. Your nipples grows harder by the second he keeps looking at it. "Damn" Gojo had to wipe out the drool that was dripping down his mouth. "You're so fucking hot."

He keeps his gaze at your bare form while he has his dominant hand gripping and stroking on his rigid cock to the sight of it. His reactions were shifting from struggle to pleasure. He isn't vocal, but his face exposes more of the sensation you're giving him, and that alone makes you want to cum right on the screen.

"I'm so close, Satoru.." you moan as you hold onto your desk, digging your nails down on the woody surface to the point you could leave a scratch mark on it. "Me too." He replies back.

"Fuck...fuck, fuck." He brings his phone down to his cock right before he reach climax. Ropes of cum spurts out of his pinkish tip, most of it staining his phone screen — he didn't have time to grab a tissue to cover the mess.

The cum was covering everything on his phone, including the camera. You can't see him and instead see the milky color of what you just made him release. You were going to cum too, releasing your own juice onto your fingers.

Both of you were finished masturbating, and your focus was basking the after glow. You feel the stress building upon you slowly subsiding. This was an embarrassing way to take it out on.

There was nothing but shared silence between you both, but you can tell how tired Gojo looks after it. Is this the first time he ever came this hard? who knows, but you hope so.

You can worry about the aftermath tomorrow, right now — you should worry if the meeting was recording or not.

...

Holy shit, you forgot you're gonna send the recording to your professor for proof that you were tutoring him.

...You can just cram the next lecture tomorrow.

"Oh, you're here already—" you paused for a moment, and it took awhile for your brain to process who it was infront of you.

That smirk on his face, the outline of his Adams apple exposed, and silver chained necklace worn nicely around his neck to compliment his cologned-tank top. You doubt Seiru would wear something like that.

"Were you expecting someone else?" Satoru respond to get you out of your daze, his hands tucked nicely into his pockets.

Shit, you were, but it's another Gojo you were expecting to see. You wouldn't want him to know that tho, that's a surprise for a future event.

Might aswell shut the door on him, hard if you will.

"Woah, woah wait-" Satoru prevents you from shutting it any further on him, but wonders if it was worth the pain of sticking his foot into the peeping hole before it being crushed by the door. "Agh..just hear me out for a second"

You don't dare to look at him, not even if he grits his teeth at you while enduring the physical pain you flickered onto him. "Please?" he groan. Maybe you'll listen for a bit.

"What? did you came here to apologize for leaving me inside the club last week? because it's too late for that." You're tempted to close the door on him again, this time with his head in between.

He pushes the door until it hits your wall, unable for you to move any further to slam it on his face.

"Yes- no- well, it's about Miyu." oh, great.

"I know what happened. You fucked her and I left her crawling around with one leg functioning, what else do you want to talk to me about?" — Although you really did do that, you almost got caught and most likely could've gotten arrested on that day. You barely showed yourself around Miyu, let alone around Satoru since he was a witnesser – is he here to get you in trouble?

"Can't you just hear me out for a second, please?" Satoru groans loudly, already frustrated – you should be the one that's pissed if you're going to be honest with yourself.

"Miyu got in trouble and probably won't be attending your classes during the whole semester, atleast that's what I heard from Toji." he continues off, "She tried uploading a sex tape by hacking into your learners account to frame you for posting nudity, but ended up uploading it into hers. One of our professors found out and got her suspended temporarily."

"Awe, how sad." you comment, ridiculing her demise. "let me guess - that sex tape she has is you two fucking, am I right?" you were joking, to yourself at least, hoping to be proven wrong. But, the more you look at him, the more he mumbles out words that accentuates his guilty confession to you. "Yeah" he nodded. That kind of shattered you into bits.

"Fuck.off." You couldn't close the door on him this time, not when his hand is against the panel. He's stronger than you, but he wouldn't catch you attempting to kick him right?

So you did, specifically aiming to bruise his testicles with the base of your heel, but unfortunately his reflexes were fast enough and he got ahold of your leg before you know it.

"I know you're mad, but let me explain everything." He looks at you, eyes locked into yours to prove his authenticity. "It's a long story but you have to listen to my every word, alright? just give me a chance."

Silence draws in, and it's thicker than his grip onto you. You take in a deep breathe of the wind blowing your direction, and think. Is this really worth it? You were expecting Seiru and not this. Having to hear your ex justify his side of the story sounds like bullshit when you have already seen it all. Ironically enough, you nodded; however, you don't have any plans to get back with him quite easily, but maybe listening would help you change your mind.

"Fine, but," you look back at your dim-lit living room. "just not here. Let's go somewhere with people – others talking besides us can help me ease up a bit." You cross your arms at him. "—and prevent me from grabbing something here to hit you with."

Despite you being unsure, Satoru moves out of your way. Your eyes notice his motorcycle parked infront of your short gate. There's two helmets there that's hung on each handle bar, like he had already planned to take you out before he got here.

"Get ready then." Satoru smiles. You're regretting to go already.

+

— A car parks infront of your house after you and Satoru had already left. It stops at your gate, allowing the person to come out of the passenger's door.

He stands infront of your house as the car drove off. The gate was unlocked, and unfortunately for you, this guy doesn't seem to mind how wrong it is to just enter without permission.

"Ah..I hope she's home." Seiru fidgets with his phone, checking if you have replied to his late message about him coming over. He knocks on your door, twice. "Hello? is anyone home?"

Before he could knock the third time, the door creaks open, allowing entry for him. The living room is dark and quiet, and it seemed like you aren't home.

Seiru stands there confused, wondering if he should call you or perhaps wait for you until you get home. "My house is far from here.. I guess I'll just stay, maybe for a bit." He mutters to himself. He's thinking how irresponsible of you to leave both the gate and door unlocked. "Where could she have possibly gone?"

No data, no nearby wifi – hell, not even signal. It's just you, Satoru, and other people enjoying themselves. Wish you could enjoy the day as much as they are right now. But this isn't really an ideal spot for you, and unlikely of him to pick.

You'd think it'd be at a club, since he usually brings you there to unwind from the stressload you've been receiving in college. But — "Why are we at an amusement park?"

Satoru had bought you cotton candy from a nearby booth. It's pink, and must be absolutely delicious to try again. He even went matching with you.

"Well, you said you wanted to talk with people around right?" He takes a bite out of his cotton candy, the sugary sensation melts on his tongue, "So I brought you here."

"I thought we'd go out for a drink or something, talk it out through beverages or whatever you wanted to discuss with me." In an act of hesitation, you take a bite out of your own cotton candy as well. It's been awhile since you had one, and long enough for you to forget the last time Satoru took you out like this.

He looks at you like you just made a joke, a light chuckle escapes his lips as he hands over his cotton candy to you, letting you take a bite out of it. You did, and his eyes wanders you than ever before, yet your heart doesn't beat for his tactics, atleast not now.

"We're getting too used to partying, I thought I'd try something new for ya." He's being the soft-spoken type right now, you dont know if you should be pissed or flattered. This is something you'd imagine with Seiru instead of him.

"Okay, what gives?" You glare at him, "Aren't you gonna explain yourself or you only wanted to waste my time by taking me out on a date?"

"Look, I'll get to that point. Geez, I was only trying to be nice." — He's taking this all too lightly with the way he scoffs at you for being too tensed. Still, he's not mad, just visibly upset. "Okay fine, I'll tell you now as we walk." He takes in a deep breath, taking a step forward with you until you both waltz to a different location. Neither of you held hands, and both, or rather just you, kept a respectful distance from one another.

"So uh.." He still struggles to find the right words to say. "Between me and Miyu, I was—" he's hesitant. His hand finds the nape of his neck, caressing it like he's reassuring himself. You've never seen him this nervous before, was it that serious?

His eyes wander somewhere else again, "Yo, Toru." Maybe it was the familiar duo that had him stop mid-sentence.

You didn't do anything but scoff at the sight of Sukuna and Toji heading your way.

"Oh? this is new" Toji chuckles, teeth grinning at you both and everything. "Got back together already?"

Satoru's hand drags back to his sides. You can feel his hand touching yours, "Nah, we're just taking a breather." he makes an attempt to hold your hand, but you pull yourself away just as he was about to. He's left with a unsatisfied sigh, "You both need anything or?– because me and her are gonna head for a drink. it's almost..", he checks his analog watch, "6:30PM."

"Nah, we don't need anything." Sukuna replied, occasionally checking you out. Your eyes never meet his, which was already expected.

Satoru didn't took notice of this, but instead sneaks his hand over to you and hold you by your hips, catching you off guard. "We'll be going now, we got somewhere to be."

No moment were spared for the two, not even for Toji who was about to open your mouth at you. He wanted to ask a question before you leave, now turning his head to Sukuna. "So did you two fucked?"

"Psh..no." Sukuna mutters, chest rising up as he breathes heavily from Toji's question. He sounds disappointed that he didn't get to knock you up. "We were about to but I guess the girl changed her mind."

Toji pats him on the back, not for encouragement but to mock him – his way of lightening up the mood. "Maybe your dick was too small?" he ask, but the answer was clearly a no. "You're lucky Toru ain't finding this out, otherwise you're a dead man."

"Tch, 'dead man' my ass." Sukuna just laughs it off, but he couldn't help but ponder on what really happened behind the curtains of your queen-sized bed, where you had him laying and anticipating on what you'd do. Something else had disrupted him at that very moment.

FLASHBACK

Your hand inches lower, all the way down to the zipper of his pants. You have already passed by his stoned-abs, taking your time feeling every twitch and flinch this man makes below you. You didn't expect for a guy bigger and taller than Satoru to be this submissive. And you? Shit, you're feeling the hots.

Well, kind of.

You aren't near to undressing him, in fact, the only thing off is his tank top that reeks sweat from when he was at the gym just before coming to your place — and he was the one that stripped himself, not you.

Seriously, what could be more important than getting quick revenge on your ex by giving his homeboy a blowjob and possibly let him take you from behind even without a condom?! Ah, right, you had that idiotic geek texting you like crazy. When was the last time Satoru was this horny for you?

You doubt Seiru's horny tho. He keeps giving you updates you'd just read past on, and occasionally pictures of him with his glasses off. Even with a growing pimple in the corner of his nose bridge, he still manages to look hot.

And that's what got Sukuna impatient with you.

"Hey." He sits up. He's hard, and completely heaving with ennui. He sneaks his calloused hand onto the side of your hips, caressing it gently and hopefully you give in.

He looks over your head to see what's got you so glued to your phone, but you moved your finger quicker than he could chew, shutting your phone completely off with just one click.

"You sneaky girl" Sukuna licks his lips, obviously trying to shake the feeling off of you getting side tracked. "What are you hiding from me?"

"Hiding? As if." You roll your eyes at him, "It's just a message I received from my parents. They're on vacation, you know? That's why you got in my room so easily."

He unclips your bra, "yeah but" , pulling down the straps till it's off your shoulders. "We haven't even started getting to the good part yet. That's what you invited me here for, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't invite you over to complain about me taking awhile too." — Even so, you put your phone away to focus on him again.

You already have your hand on his exposed dick hanging proudly in the air. It feels rough, and the brown base to the pink tip was aching for you like shit.

You had your hair in a bun, making sure he sees you work your way to swallowing him whole. Your pretty little mouth is the only thing he can feel: it's warm, the kisses grows thick, and the tension hangs harshly in the air while he's holding onto the sheets, stopping himself from shoving your head down.

— Bling!

And just like that, his dick went soft.

You're back on your phone again — It hasn't even been 10 minutes.

"Fuck dude.. What now?" Sukuna grows tired of you hopping off of him and going back to your phone. He stands up now, standing infront of you while you're still stuck on typing and staring at the screen. This was more than just you chatting with your parents — something is definitely going on in the way he sees it.

"Who exactly are you chatting, woman??" He draws near you once more, and he stops himself from getting off of the bed when you turn around.

"I just remembered something" you paused for a moment, "I have guests coming over at this hour. Could you get your stuff packed and we can do this another time?"

He blinks at you, flabbergasted by your decisive move to kick him out just like that. "What?"

There was no talk after that, not even a goodbye; sukuna really did leave your house, standing behind the closed gates waiting for his uber to pick him up. You were definitely lying. It started to rain and grew rapidly strong as soon as he got out that front door — why the fuck would you invite people over when it's raining? why did you invite him over? He came all the way to your house just to be left humiliated. I mean, you got priorities girl, and apparently he wasn't one of them.

When he got inside the car after waiting for 5 minutes left of him soaking and wallowing in the rain, he left the seats soaked. Fortunately the driver can't do anything because of his demeanor. The drive all the way home was silent for Sukuna after that.

"Yeah.. that was.. something." Tracking back at it, it got Sukuna pissed off all over again.

"Dude," Toji could barely keep in his gag, "That chick had you standing in the fucking rain." — then a hysterical laugh follows after. Really, it was ridiculous.

"Whatever ji', atleast that wouldn't count as me betraying Satoru, now would it?" he grunts, "I barely got to touch that girl."

The sounds of engine roaring can be heard across 3 booths, catching most of the crowd's attention to the aggravating tunes of a motorcycle starting. Sukuna turns his eye to the two in helmets — you and Satoru. Your fingers curl tightly around the cold metal of the grab rails, tucking your elbows in to anchor yourself against the sudden pull of the machine once he kicks it into gear. Sounds of your shouts underneath your helmet can be vaguely heard, but even though Satoru's expressions are hidden in wearing the same thing as yours, its obvious that he's enjoying your attention, with a cheerful grin behind the dark glass that covers his face.

"Those two seems to be having fun. Must be leaving to go clubbing again." Sukuna scoffs, talking to no one next to him. Toji had already left his side the moment Sukuna turns his head to check if his pal is still there. Toji, a scar on his sheepish grin, is hanging out with his girlfriend right now.

"Sorry kuna — my girl just happens to be here." Oh, even Toji is busy with his woman.

"Yeah, well you two kinda look alike anyways" Sukuna scoffs — There was already a burning sensation behind Toji's twitching eye when he and his girlfriend just got insulted like that. But he knows the man; kuna is an asshole. A deadpan jerk.

But to you and Satoru? He's curious. What the hell is going on between you both? And who was that you were chatting with the last time you and Sukuna had close contact?

He caught a glimpse of it, barely.

A man with familiar hair and thick glasses was the person's profile on your screen.

The wind is strong tonight, and the moon is bright as ever before. At times like this, you'd imagine laying in your bed wasting the night away with projects that you have procrastinated on, but right now? you want to have a drink. Maybe make out with Satoru and forget why you were brought here in the first place. Earlier felt like a distraction, an escape from everything you went through with Satoru. All he did earlier was buy you food and take you to rides, but at some point you were enjoying yourself. Will you enjoy yourself even more right now?

Fuck. yes. He's paying for all of your drinks.

You eye the bartender as your finger taps loud on the mahogany bar to draw his attention. "Three Gin and tonic drinks please. Oh, add a chaser along with it – make it a tall one" An unnecessary amount of Gin and Tonic, but you seemed to be hesitating to buy more with higher alcohol volume. The bartender behind the counter starts with your drink, while Satoru's is already on the bar's surface.

Tequila shots – three shots of glass he bought; seems like his wallet is full with cash tonight, because no way you'd pay for this much, even if its for yourself.

He looks at you, eyeing you from lap to your face before drinking down one shot of his tequila. "Ah..." he sighs after the satisfaction hits his stomach. "Gin and tonic? I thought you'd go for something more intense than that." – he completely forgot what you both were here for.

Honestly, you too; as soon as your drink hits your side, you dive right into drinking the glass. Maybe give yourself 3 minutes. Satoru would assume with how fast you finish it, you're probably still upset with him.

Watching you and your focus on the drinks, he takes another sip of his tequila shot. Burping after the second, he still has conscious to remember why you both were here for.

"I think it's best if we talk about it inside a private room somewhere." — He grabs a drink from your side of the bar, taking a full gulp of the Gin and tonic. The neon lights within the club were bathing his face, a purple glow bleeding onto the structure of his cheeks as well as the visible, etched lines forming on the bridge of his brow. It's captivating to see with your eyes blurring.

"Alright." You muttered. Turning to the bartender, you tap on his shoulder this time to make a request, "Could you bring our drinks to room 3?" — even with the loud music and chatters stirring together in the background, yours and Satoru's drinks were brought to the reserved room, just in time for you to take another shot of Gin & Toni.

"You have this room covered right?" you ask Satoru, who was already flushed and with his cap halfway off his head. "Mm.." he mumbles softly to the tune of your voice, soft and quiet for him to hear with bits of his consciousness left on him.

The ice cubes in your drink circles within the sparkling water, softly clicking to the edges of the glass. It's the only thing that's making a sound along with the hiccups and burps you and him exchanges within the dim-lit room, bathing in the glow of the red led lights.

It feels too quiet, and you can barely hear the audience from the outside. It's either the walls are thick or you're losing your mind over the temperature of the room. Must the aircon be this whacked??

"Hey.." Satoru inches closer, whispering what words he have left to say. He has that look in his eyes: tired, hard to read, but screams "completely out of it". Really, he's in so deep where he's touching the point of your nose with his, almost kissing — but not quite. You're still sobered up, but you aren't backing away. Does he really want to makeout before talking seriously this time?

"So again, about Miyu-" he backs away, finally. He tilts his head to the side as his adam's apple bops to thoughts he wants to put into words. His eyes wanders again, except looking anywhere but you.

— He places his hand on his thigh, muscles twitching agitatedly, "I couldn't remember anything before it happened", his finger moves to scratch the rough texture of his maong pants.

"I mean, you were completely drunk." You take a sip of your drink before turning your head to a blank wall. "Like, really, drunk. First time I've seen you that knocked up."

"Yeah I know" he sighed. "Shit.. It's really hard to explain, but everything was a complete black out for me."

He shifts his body to the side, "I remember drinking a lot — Miyu's figure was the last thing I saw. She wanted closure between the two of us through a couple of drinks." your silence encourages him to continue further, "After that, it was all too vague for me to remember."

He inches closer again "but I was drunk, I really was. You have to believe me." — he continues off after letting out a hiccup, "I had no regulation nor control of my body at that moment. It really wasn't what you think it was."

The only thing registering inside your head is the reeking scent of alcohol from his mouth and the part where he had 'closure' with Miyu. You never knew any of this, he never said a word out of it. and him with miyu at the same club you two always go at? it's insulting. Being here was a complete waste of time.

You didn't say a word nor did you lay a finger on him, you just withdraw from his side and head your way to the door. As expected, he pulls you right back.

Satoru grabs you by your waist, and with few energy you have left to push him away, he pins you against the cold, wooden wall.

"Agh.." he groans at the sight of you beneath him now. "Fuck- I'm sorry..I'm getting too drunk."

His dick turns rock-hard within his pants, the tip straining against his zipper who's begging to be released. "I know you're not going to say anything to me, but give me three weeks." He backs away from you, not to let you go but to avoid you feeling his heat that's about to touch your core. He still has his hand on your waist, caressing it gently like he wants to see a reaction out of you, at least something to respond to him with.

"Three weeks to what?" you finally ask, and he pulls away. "Three weeks to show to you that I can be a better boyfriend to you this time." he respond.

"I know that talking is cheap but I really mean it. I'll take you home so you don't have to worry about paying for an uber."

"— Please.." Satoru gets down on his knees infront of you, grabbing a hold of your thighs before resting his forehead against it. He looks up, eyes filled with plea and a sourful taste of genuineness. "I want you back."

Fuck, you're horny.

"Okay, fine! I'll give you three weeks to prove yourself. Now can you take me home?!" you yelled, pushing his face away to cover how you're flushed; the alcohol is catching up to you now. You shouldn't have gotten a taste or more of Satoru's tequila shots when he ordered it. "It's bad enough to stay here while we're both drunk." The lines turns visible on the center of your forehead. — the headache was becoming more intense. "Ugh..I need to fucking rest."

The drive on the way home was silent, and at that moment you felt euphoria rushing through you. The wind, the cold breeze hitting your skin, and the rhythmic vibration of the engine humming against your thighs created a hazy sanctuary. Your hands feel heavier on Satoru's waist, gripping tightly while at the same time uncoordinated where to touch. The headache was still there — even with how you rest your forehead idly on his back, the texture of his sturdy leather jacket and the intoxicating cologne was all too familiar for you. For the first time, your messy breakup with him wasn't what crossed your mind — it's the thought of him wanting to win you over again.

His story sounds believable when you're this far from thinking straight, this far to hold him close as he has his grip on the handles, moving slow as he can to make sure you stay by his side a little longer. Unfortunately, he comes to a stop at the house he used to visit from time to time — lit and well guarded. If you're awake to see it right now, you'd assume your parents are home from their vacation.

"We're here." Satoru's voice strays off with a quiet hum, taking his helmet off to reveal his messy white hair that bathes under your home's light. He looks at you before putting his hands on your waist, "Come on, let's get you off", carrying you off of the backseat of his motorcycle. Your heels click to the floor, your feet wobbling with your clumsy movements. "Be careful now, yeah?" He chuckles as he takes you to your gate. He opens the gate for you for you to head inside your front porch. He presses his hand against your lower back, giving you a push.

As you walk up to your front door, he waits outside the gate to keep an eye on you. "You need help?" He ask while he rests his elbow on the short pillars of your fence. You were still acting uncoordinated, but the headache seems to slowly subside. Now you feel like you want to puke. "No, I'm good. Thanks." You reply. "I'll take it from here. My door is just right over, you know."

After a short moment of sharing chuckles, you head to your front door, your hand already on the knob — "wait." Satoru says, earning back your attention. He grabs his phone out, pointing and tapping at its blank and dimmed screen. "When you get enough rest, make sure to unblock me alright?" He smirks, "So I could update you."

You gave him a nod, unsure whether its for him to fuck off or you promise to have him back on your contact list the next door. You were too tired. As soon as you head inside, he leaves your house. The sounds of his engine roaring was still clear in the ears even if you're far away from him now. You didn't bother checking your phone on what time it is now, or see which of mom or dad is going to give you an earful on how late you came home. You're back, and so as your headache.

"Fuck.." — the first thing you have to worry about is puking everything you drink and said to Satoru. Maybe you need sleep, let yourself rewind and get up early for who knows what. You're starting to smell like Satoru's cologne, which must've gotten onto your clothes. You think about changing once you hit your room.

"Hey, you're back home!-" or not.

You must be seeing things, why is Satoru here?

"so uh- I know it's surprising I'm here. I didn't get to reply, I was already on my way over once you messaged." He fidgets, "and..stayed here all day waiting for you. I know you're mad, but I really wanted to hangout, so when you asked to invite me over I thought it'd be best to make my way here to surprise you and—" No, this couldn't be Satoru.

God, this one talks too much. You have to shut him up somehow.

And your first thought was to ride him on the couch after making out with him on the spot and no consent?

"F-fuck..." He whimpers. Oh, he seems to be enjoying it tho.

"Haah.. I- didn't know this is you're way of making it up to me.." Seiru responds to you bouncing on top of him. His dick is begging for release already. "God..you look so fucking hot..." — and you haven't even touch him yet.

"Just shut up for a moment.." You slurred out, the scent of alcohol lingers into Seiru's nose as you come up to his face upclose. "I need to relieve myself..I'm so fucking horny.."

"Ah— horny?" Seiru blinks at you, brows furrowing in response to your slow movement on rocking your hips at him. "Me too..me too.." he huffs. "But uh..we can think of something on what to do now that we're like this, right?"

— yeah, he ended up fingering you. But he's so awkward with it.

"I'm sorry, this is my first time." Seiru groans into your ear, gulping down every drop of moan he wants to let out, and the urge to shove his dick in when he feels how wet and heated up your insides are, wrapping around his digits like that. Two fingers in, and you're already giving him the response he wants: whimpering and quietly moving to stir him in further. He wants to fuck you already.

"Shit..I feel like I'll fit perfectly in you." he bites his lip, listening to every squelch your pussy makes. "I want to be inside already.." he twists his fingers, gagging out a moan from you. Now he's finally doing something right.

"Don't worry.." he grabs onto his zipper with his other hand. "Even if I'm not experienced, I'll make sure you're satisfied.." he leans down to bite on your bottom lip, gentle and slow with the assumption of having this turn you on. He keeps his rhythm slow in you, curling and moving his fingers side-to-side inside your desperate walls, coating him with your wetness. "F-fuck.."

You pull him down for another kiss and he follows, delving his tongue into your mouth so deep you could barely choke out moans to give him. He pulls away — a saliva bridge being formed between your mouths.

He backs away for just a moment, but his eyes stays locked onto yours. "Don't look away from me.." He finally unzip his pants to its very core, alongside pulling down his boxers. His huge cock springs free, dripping pre-cum that lands onto your folds. "...Please"

AUTHOR'S NOTE. I'm back ya'll 😭 2 months of suffocation but I'm free from the shackles of despair — in other words, I finally graduated. Each time I scroll back-n-forth I feel like this part is a little short lol. Still, ya'll support means so much on the last ep <33 I'll be working on part 4 as much as I can, but I got ideas to cook up for one-shots. xoxo

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"He's completely smitten over you, girl." Utahime munches, unaware of her garbling due to the food buried in her mouth. "I have never seen Satoru be this stubborn over someone before." The fork she was using to get the meat from her plate is now waving itself at you — her hand flicking it up and down towards your mundane reaction.

You feel Gojo's presence being near, but you refuse to turn to see if your intuition is correct. Even in such a crowded area like the cafeteria, his eyes may be on you right now. You remember overhearing him and Geto switching tables, picking one that's remotely close to yours.

You look behind you if you were just hearing things from their conversation — and you were right, they're one table away from yours. But Gojo's spot is the perfect view to admire you from afar.

His glasses are slightly pushed down, revealing his bright and visibly blue eyes catching a glimpse of your face. You can't tell what reaction he's making if he's palming his mouth. You swear you saw him blush before he turned away. You had to pretend you didn't notice him.

"Hey Utahime," Your attention is back to your friend, who already had her eyes on you even after talking. You hope she didn't saw Gojo when you did. "You're friends with him, right?" — because in a way, it'd be awkward if she caught two of the people she's close with locking eyes on eachother, even for just a brief moment.

she nods at your question, but adds in a scoff to her mix like she's annoyed to be asked that. "Surprisingly." She add. "I'm only considered friends with that white-haired fool because of my friend Shoko. They're both in the same grade level after all, it's no doubt they're close."

You pick your cup of coffee up by its handle, taking in a sip of its bittersweet taste as you ponder over nothing. "Yeah, no doubt." — definitely no doubt she is his hypewoman.

"God, she's so pretty..." Gojo is in awe of seeing you; his heart thumps louder in his ears when he notice you glance over to him, not knowing it was only by accident and not by fate. "She looked over my way just now – she barely does that." He turns to Shoko, who's quite eager to feed into his confidence when he needed it most. She grabs to both sides of his shoulders, a huge grin appearing on her face while her eyes are hidden behind Gojo's sunglasses she just borrowed.

"a sign obviously." She giggles, "She's totally into you, Toru!" She rattles him until his body moves viciously, back-and-forth. Both of them laughs together while Geto sits there, shaking his head to his two numskull best friends that's fuzzing over Gojo's crush on you. "I thought she has a boyfriend?" He finally interferes, which he then receive a pout as response to his obviously-true statement.

"I've liked her before Sukuna took interest, you know?" Gojo looks away with his jaw resting comfortably on his palm. "He only got lucky."

"Did he really?" Another friend of theirs in the same table joins in the conversation — a blonde and similarly tall as the other two men, with side swept bangs and a face that says he has a lot of wisdom and knowledge hidden beneath his thick skin and stoic exterior. "He took the opportunity you couldn't, Satoru." Despite being an introverted individual in the group, he's blatantly honest.

All fell silent — Gojo only pout at Nanami's take in his one-sided love life. Then, his eyes wander to the tall, buff, and pink haired man who's way too familiar to mistake for someone else.

Sukuna Ryomen, your haughty and popular for his looks-and-sportmanship boyfriend.

No one noticed him walk by except for Gojo. He's still silent while the others talk about something else. If the noise can just be louder than his thoughts, he wish it blast through his ears for a sense of distraction right now.

Because he sees it, he sees you with him.

Gojo takes in every detail of Sukuna being with you — how his arm would sneak up around your waist and hold you close, how his thigh would touch yours and you'd be caught blushing over it, how cute you talk everytime he asks you a question.

And most importantly, how slow and gentle Sukuna kisses you.

He catches your lips making intimate contact with Sukuna's. Oh, he's sick to his stomach.

But Gojo's the strongest — or rather incredibly stubborn. He doesn't care how many times Sukuna steals a kiss from you, because it won't be him taking the last anyways. Hopefully. Possibly.

But reality hits him, and yet it feels like a soft and gentle push to the shoulder. It didn't hurt, but what did was the strong scent of men's perfume — specifically Calvin Klein. He recognize that reek from anywhere, and so did his friends.

That nudge came from Utahime, an older friend of his, and alongside her is Sukuna – clearly the one who sprayed the branded scent – and then there was you.

"Satoru," She says. The three of you wouldn't be there for nothing right?

Gojo was dazing off just moments ago, and only now did he give a quick glance at Utahime. The rest of his attention goes onto you; just seeing your presence in front of makes him want to engage into this conversation — you as the messenger and him as your lovely receiver. But he won't be having that. Not when Sukuna is right there.

"Fancy seeing you three come over here." Gojo puts up his usual smug act – sunglasses on, the same grin, and the warm, pulse-heavy side of his hand ironically pressed against yours as you rest your own hand on the headboard of his seat. He has his head faced towards Utahime, but his touch is somewhere else. "He's doing this on purpose" you thought, and Sukuna notices that very clear.

Albeit he didn't say anything to Gojo's deliberate move, he brushed Gojo's hand aside to make room for his. He lets his own hand – heavy and rough around the edges, and twice the size of yours – rest idly over your knuckles. You could feel the broad weight of his thumb's edge pressing down, unforgivably still, like he doesn't want to leave you empty-handed just yet. The heat bled from his palm and into your skin, creating tension like a live wire humming between you and Sukuna. You felt flushed, but on the other side of the headboard where the other party sat, Gojo was fuming.

"I've heard that you and your team are having a game later after school" Utahime tugs you by your arm, yanking you away from Sukuna's grasp and Gojo's temptation to hold you too. "Me and my friend over here would love to watch." – You never agreed to any of this by the way.

Utahime's claim of bringing you with her avert the attention of both men — Sukuna and Gojo — to you. Sukuna is silent still, but his arm moves back to you. His calloused hand holds you by your hips, rubbing your exposed skin with his thumb. "Is she really going?" He asked with a voice so deep and raw that it catches you and Utahime off guard. He didn't sound like he's in favour in this, especially you watching someone else's game.

"Yeah, she is." A response Sukuna would expect from Utahime, but it was coming from Gojo. He gets off the seat and faces the pink-haired man. The height difference was baffling — just a little. Gojo had always been shorter than Sukuna, but he still challenges him despite the intimidation your boyfriend puts onto Gojo, whether it's about you or in their basketball game. "I want her to come over and watch. It'll be our last game before prom after all..mind if I borrow her for a bit?" Oh, he's testing Sukuna; you can tell when his nails dig down to your skin, clinging to you like you're gold attempted to be taken away. They're both looking down on eachother, unaware of their tension growing evident. Gojo's friends and Utahime next to you are watching their heated rivalry unfold, and you stood there sandwiched between the two varsities.

"I don't think 'borrowing' is something I'd use on my girl, little dude." Sukuna snarls at him. "But fine, she can come and watch you." That easy for him to agree?

"Really?" Gojo seemed a little too happy about it too. He pats Sukuna's shoulder, practically raising his arm up a little to do so. Their eyes meet, but something about Sukuna feels odd because of something you've notice in him for too long — for once, is he jealous? — no, or rather bothered by how Gojo is so determined to get you, even just to pay attention to him. You can't blame Sukuna for how he react just now, because for you, Gojo is disrespecting your relationship.

"I won't do anything." Gojo looks at you again. "I just want her to come watch, nothing more nor less than that."

He walks away from you, Utahime and Sukuna along with his other friends. No goodbye or anything like that? Utahime was sort of pissed over his gesture.

"he's annoying sometimes." Utahime groans, "Leaving like that all of a sudden.."

She grabs ahold of you again, looking over to Sukuna. "Me and her will be taking a walk, you wanna join us?" She ask him. Your boyfriend just nods and looks way. "No, thanks." He cooed, then waltz off — his hand slowly leaves yours, dragged away from your touch as he walks to the opposite direction to where you and Utahime will be heading off at.

"Have you seen the way Sukuna looks at Gojo?" You ask her while holding onto her arm. Utahime glances over to you and nods. "Yeah, weren't the two always been like that over you tho?" However, she seems oblivious compared to what you've seen between your boyfriend and your admirer just now. Although she said is true, you can't help but wonder what's going on in Sukuna's head. But maybe it's best to put it aside for now — you're dragged into Utahime's invitation to watch Gojo's game, might aswell come along and leave afterwards.

— ♥︎

You expected yourself to spectate for a bit, maybe grab yourself a snack while you're at it – you didn't expect the court to be this crowded?!

There's mostly girls here – ah, right, you forgot they have fangirls.

Utahime groans in frustration next to you, loud enough to attract a few of their attention towards you both. Maybe if you stand there idly you wouldn't be paid the unwanted attention like Utahime is doing right now.

"Where the HELL is Satoru?!" She yells. You're being dragged around by her again before you knew it. While getting across the huddling crowd and at the same time holding onto your drink you spent 160 yen on, you bump into someone and – ew, his sweat got over your arm.

"I'm sorry." The guy you bumped into said. You didn't even wanna look, but you can feel the light leaving you as he hovers over you. "Oh, it's you!"

That familiar voice – it's Gojo. You stop your tracks, and so did Utahime; you stood there while she lunges at him even with his fangirls surrounding him. It's hilarious to see them get all riled up over Utahime and Gojo tho, but you know if you even mention that, she'd tackle you too (No really, she hates Gojo). You wonder how their friendship even last this far.

"Dude, this place is packed." Utahime scoffs. You swear one of the fangirls purposely bumped into her with the way she almost tumbled over.

"I know, and it's only just a simple game with just us team." Gojo says so casually. He looks over to you, noticing how more students are bumping into you as you stand behind Utahime. He doesn't say anything, and neither do you, but the heat of his palm pressed against your lower back says that he wanted an excuse to hold you.

"Careful now," that smug on his face complimented with a blush seems to get a toll of you, moreso than how he usually approach you. He notices a sweat run down your arm, and he seems flustered for a different reason now. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't expect you'd bump into me."

"Oh, Uh..its fine." You seem even more uncomfortable now that he points it out again. "I can just wipe it off –"

Gojo pulls up his jersey to wipe the fabric against his sweat rolling down your arm. You can feel the rough texture of it rubbing into your skin, but your eyes wander somewhere else – his lower abs. You can see the v-line slightly exposed, until he lifts his shirt up even more and now you see his abdomen. Crap. It feels embarrassing to just look.

"Everything alright?" he cooes into your ear; since when did he got this near to your face?! "Come on, I'll lead you and Utahime to a seat – you get the best view of watching me of course." He winks. That wink, it never get into your nerves until now. Why do you feel ur stomach flutter seeing him this way all of a sudden?

Well, it shouldn't – not now, not ever. Maybe it's the crowd of fangirls that's making you nervous.

He leads you to an empty spot, specifically on the fourth row of the seating riser. You let yourself rest against the headboard as you sat down, looking over to him leaving.

"Finally we get to sit down." Utahime was right next to you and you didn't even realize. "If I knew his practice would be this crowded, then we wouldn't be going." she sinks down the chair, mentally. "I swear, it's only like this because prom and our graduation is drawing near."

Ah, right, graduation.

You completely forgot about that when everyone in your class keeps talking about prom.

It's already obvious who you are going with at prom — it's a matic decision. Yet, your eyes can't help but wander over to the guy who keeps taking chances to ask you out even when you bring him down more than you can count. You can see his evidently white fluffy hair amongst the crowd from where you're seated at, taller than the rest of the students for you to notice. He doesn't look at you this time; the last time he practiced he always has this urge to do tricks to impress you, but in the end he'd miss shooting the ball in just to see your reaction to his every move from time to time. Even then there was a handful of people just like today, but right now it feels sort of different.

You don't like how he's not paying attention to you this time. You've grown customed to him being all over you despite having a lot of people around, but now he's just somewhere else for you to watch. You feel guilty for thinking about Gojo when you have Sukuna.

Then again, you aren't really well off with Sukuna. What happened at the cafeteria just now is a rare occurrence in your relationship with him. He never does anything unless it's something that bothers him when you think about it a bit more.

But when it's you? If there's a crowd of girls 10x prettier than you are, surrounding or even lining up to confess their love to him, he wouldn't do anything to reassure you.

No, he just stands there in silent.

It happend before, and you were left casted out like you're not his girlfriend. "It just happens, babe." He'd say nonchalantly, "Atleast I didn't entertain them right?" It was always his go-to response whenever you get mad at him for his fangirls, thinking that it's enough to satisfy you.

Even if your love life feels mundane because of him, you can't just think about someone else while being with him regardless of how he is. This feels like cheating even if you're not doing anything.

So what if Gojo liked you first? What about him putting in more effort even when you don't ask for it? And why do you care how he dismisses or rejects girls who took interest in him right in front of you, even when it doesn't bother you in the slightest bit?

He does all of this when he knows you're not together. You chose Sukuna over him despite their differences in their way of showing of how much they like you.

Why? Is it because he's younger? That you think Sukuna being older, even by just months, is more experienced?

You wonder again what will be your relationship like if you chose differently — if you chose Gojo.

"Satoru, I've noticed something different about you." Geto asks, standing behind the wired-barrier that separates the crowd from the actual court. "You're not paying much attention to her anymore. Why's that?"

Gojo has been dribbling the basketball with no purpose, like he's mindlessly doing it just cause. Geto must notice that something's bothering him. "It's nothing, really." Gojo replies. As the ball hits the floor one last time, it bounces back up to his grasp and stays there. Gojo scratches the ball's texture as he looks around — anywhere but the riser you're seated at.

"About what happened earlier at the cafeteria tho." Geto mentions, and that seemed to snap Gojo into his habits of playing with the ball for no reason, a way to distract him. "Sorry, not in the mood to talk about it?"

"No actually." Gojo pouts. "And you know, it's stupid of me to keep going when it's clear she's into Sukuna." , Geto continues the conversation, "She's one loyal girl, Satoru."

"Sukuna's lucky to have her." He looks down at his basketball, then a smile lits up his face, albeit it's less than being happy. "Well I accept defeat now; the least I could do for myself is impress her one last time right?"

Fweeet!

A shrill whistle echoes across the court — a signal for the game to begin.

The team plays individually, a round of 'selfish basketball' where each of them plays for themselves for one's success and not as a group. Gojo already planned the game to be like this — easier for you to keep eyes on him.

You watch him move around the court, analyzing his every move, every dodge, and every shooting of the ball. He stands out more than his team members, and the girls behind you cheering for him seems to agree aswell.

He scored more throughout the round, and yet he's the one sweating the hardest. They haven't taken a break for 12 minutes until the shir of the whistle blows again. Gojo sits stands there along with his teammates, chugging down every bits of his water bottle while a hand towel is draped onto his broad shoulder. You keep looking at him, and he took notice of this when he stares back at the crowd, only noticing you. Is it too late to look back now?

He smiles at you, waving his hand then flexes an arm at you, showing off his biceps. Oh. How random of him. You have to look away to avoid being seen flustered.

"she's cute, ain't she?" Gojo says, talking to no one specifically infront of him. The two team mates looks at eachother then back at him. "What?"

Fweeet!

The whistle is blown again, and now it's the final round of the game. Time feels quicker than usual, and before you know it, Utahime was already fast asleep.

She has her head rest onto your shoulder, and you could hear her snores under her breath – how cute.

but you wouldn't dare to wake her up from her slumber just yet. Gojo is about to make his final shooting – If he ace the free throw, he'd win the whole game.

The crowd watches silently, and Gojo can feel the weight of eyes onto him – but one of the stares is from you, and that feeling gives him a boost of confidence.

A little too boost of confidence actually.

Because he wasn't shooting the ball in just yet – he looks over to you, pointing his finger directly to where your sitting which caused a few stares to avert in your direction. This feels like a niche and typical rom-com scene awaiting to happen.

"This is for you" he shouts. His jersey is soaked, all eyes on his wretched form to make the final throw. With his hands releasing the ball into the air, with hope it shoots into the hoop, everything seems to feel weightless at this very moment.

This might be his last time calling out your name like that, and it'll be your last to hear it. Your heart thumps louder as you watch the ball reach for the hoop. In your eyes, it feels like it's going in slow-mo, and the only thing worth grabbing your attention is the shooter himself: Gojo.

The crowd goes wild for just a moment, then – all went to silent.

THUD!

The ball hits the floor, bouncing off to the crowd by how hard it was hit. It didn't get near the hoop enough to stop the man who slapped it out of the way with persistent strength.

Murmurs starts to fill in the court, and you were confused at first as to why. Then, you saw it.

Your boyfriend Sukuna intervened into their game. This it isn't looking too good.

"Sukuna?" Gojo looks pissed. "What's wrong with you dude, why are you here–"

You feel your heart drop at the scene unfolding.

Sukuna lands a blow to Gojo – a loud slap echoes through the court, causing the crowd to gasp at Gojo tumbling down and hit the cold floor. His face is flushed red – a scar marked onto him that he didn't see coming.

"What was that for?" Sukuna's question came off cold, assertive, and boiling with rage. "I thought you said my girl is just gonna come and watch you. Why the fuck were you dedicating that shoot for her?"

He grabs Gojo by his jersey and pulls him up, one-handling him with just an arm. The crowd continues to watch, some even started bringing up their phones.

You have to intervene, otherwise Gojo might leave with severe bruises.

You gently put Utahime aside, making sure she's laying comfortably on the chair before coming down from the riser. "Sukuna!" you shouted. That caught his attention real quick.

He drops down Gojo to the floor, worsening his condition by making him land harshly on his back. Sukuna walks up to you, grabbing you by your waist. "Love.." He cooes into your ear. You didn't even look at him, not after what he just did.

You look over him to check Gojo, but he wasn't there anymore. He must've left through the backdoor.

"Sukuna, not now." You brush his hand off of your waist, and you earn a loud scoff from him. He's upset, but this spot isn't the right place to talk.

You walk out of the basketball court with him, leaving the confused and bewildered crowd inside. You'll come back for Utahime later.

"Why did you do that?" You ask him, and ironically that seemed to confuse him. "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean Sukuna." You shouted, grabbing him by the wrist. "Why the fuck would you slap him?!"

He turns the situation around by grabbing your wrist, and his grasp is rough. You could feel your arm twist by how strong he is.

"You know exactly why." Sukuna frowns at you. "How long are you gonna keep having him entertain you when you have me?"

"I'm not even leading him on, it's all on his decision!" you argued back, "What about you? You don't even dare stop my classmates hitting on you. Everytime I'm with you, they push me aside, and you just let THEM."

He goes silent, pondering over your words like he's planning what he's going to say next. "You'll understand if you were a varsity player supported by popularity." That same response, just communicated differently. You feel like you can't argue any further if he keeps justifying his actions.

"You know what? I think I need a break from you." You feel frustrated and upset at your boyfriend that you didn't even bother looking at him. He tries to hold you, but you didn't want it. You didn't want to be hold onto after an unsuccessful communication with someone you care about.

You leave him there to head around the school, finding Gojo. He was nowhere to be found – inside, outside, in the garden, in the cafeteria – nowhere. You can't find him.

You try contacting him through the phone, and yet no response. He must be resting from the hit he got from your boyfriend. You feel as if this is all your fault, but you never knew Sukuna would show up like that.

You try contacting him again – no, still nothing. Shit, is he okay?

Maybe he'll show up tomorrow like he always do, maybe he'll be alright.

And then you look down to your phone, your finger hovering over the call button. You want to contact him again, but you have to wait. You don't know for how long, but prom is drawing near, and in two weeks it'll be your graduation.

You'll approach him somehow.

— ♥︎

You didn't get the chance to speak to Gojo.

Hell, you feel as if you aren't allowed to be anywhere near him. You've been coming close in contact with Geto, Nanami, and Shoko, but none of them gave a straight answer to you. Them, especially Geto, just says "Gojo isn't feeling well right now."

It's been a week now, and it's your last chance to ask about him again since it's prom night. After this, you probably won't get another chance unless you find Gojo yourself. Graduation practice is already over after all.

"Where's Gojo?" you ask with urgency, and Geto looks at you blankly. "He's not here right now."

Damnit! how can he not be here when it's prom?!

"Maybe he just wasn't in the mood to go to prom? it's not like it's a compulsory." Utahime shrugs, but that look on your face seems to be putting her down aswell. She pats your back to give you a sense of comfort. "I've heard about what happened last week during his game. I think you should let this one sit out until you see him again at our graduation."

You can't help but feel a wave of guilt gushing through you. Apart of this reason was your willingness to go and watch. Then again, your boyfriend is a maniac for committing that infront of a bunch of people.

Speaking of whom, he's right infront of you right now.

He prepared a bouquet of roses and sweet treats stuffed inside to surprise you with. It's unlikely of him to persuade you this way – he usually doesn't do this gushy stuff with you. You could almost smile at his gesture.

"Are you still mad at me?" he says as he hands out the bouquet to you, flowers are neatly tucked and designed with intricate patterns of black and red as its holder – you should've known he's only giving it as an apology.

"Yeah, not anymore." yet your words are accompanied with a sheepish smile. Utahime didn't want to leave you be just yet, but you gestured her to and that it's fine. You're left alone with Sukuna now, surrounded by couples that one might hold a relationship you wish of having too.

Your fingers intertwine with Sukuna's, locked in his grasp as he takes you to the main floor. The music soothes and rhythms in the background, yet the situation you're in doesn't feel that all romantic. Somewhere in the crowd, you hope to see a familiar person catching your eye.

A tall, white-fluffy haired, probably stupidly arrogant and in love with you, is the person you want to see.

It feels quiet when he's not around.

However, you keep moving your feet to rhythm of Sukuna's. Sweat starts forming in your palms, hoping to slip out of his grip. He's dangerously soft, humming the unfamiliar song into your ear as your mind wanders somewhere else.

Then you caught it, you saw him.

Gojo is with his friends, but he's not talking to them, no – he's looking at you, watching your every move.

He stares blankly at you and Sukuna, deliberately adjusting his tie while a frown creeps up on his face. Does he know that you're hurting too? You're in the hands of someone that doesn't make you feel a sense of belonging.

He can see how you look back at him too. However, this time he doesn't pull a smart move like intervening in the dance and take you away. This time he remains in his spot, watching the very person he knows he can't have no matter how long he's been chasing. You don't know if you should leave Sukuna and run up to him, causing a potential scandal for yourself. But should you care? you're going to graduate, you won't see him after you leave for college.

No, that ounce of attention and care for Sukuna is still there.

So the night ends there. it was neither happy or sad, but it was an experience you don't want to look back to.

You didn't quite enjoy it besides the free food and chit chats with Utahime. Will it be different for graduation?

It doesn't feel anything great neither.

You're chasing down Gojo after the graduation was over, reaching for him before he exits through the gate. "Gojo, wait!" you called out, flowers flying out of the bouquet holder you're grasping onto. You can almost lose your breath from how fast he is, but he finally stops.

You swear he doesn't hate you, not with the way he smiled at you walking down the red carpet and onto the stage with your batch before his class follows. Now he's here, looking down at you as if he's waiting for a response.

"Don't leave yet." you gasp out. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he chuckles, seemingly moody. "You're with Sukuna. I promise not to pry any further after all."

His response sounds annoying, and terribly making you feel regret. "Please do pry!" you shout, catching him taken aback. Tears runs down your cheeks, perfectly reflecting his reaction of seeing you becoming sensitive out of the blue. "Gojo, I was wrong for keeping you roped to me, but I like you. I like you a lot Gojo." You confess, causing a loud thump to his heart.

You keep tearing up, unaware if the reason for it is confessing too late or seeing him leaving. You were too busy handling your emotions to feel his hand creeping up to grab your chin, holding your head up to face him.

His other hand reaches for his pocket, grabbing out a small gift box. He hands it to you, placing it onto your palm the closing your hand altogether with his.

"Keep it." he smiles. "And only open it when we meet again."

You don't know what he means by that, but you nod regardless, pretending to understand.

You're left with a small gift box on your hand while he leaves. You're confused, and you're tempted to open it even for a bit. But his words gives a sense of encouragement that you'll meet again soon. For now, you should keep it safe – put it in a box where you'd remember placing in.

Your town is small enough to encounter people you know from time to time. You'll see him along the way, you're sure of it.

— ♥︎

Seven years have passed, and a year after you and Sukuna broke up.

"I'm sorry, I think we should go our separate ways. This isn't working out between us." Were the last thing he said to you before cutting off the line of the telephone. It was so sudden, and you didn't know how to react or say when he didn't give you a chance to.

The night was quiet from there, and weeks have already passed and you're still not over it.

You're living in Tokyo now, working as a HR employee to make enough money to pay rent and feed yourself. It hasn't been going smooth lately, and your paycheck is coming in late this month. Great.

You walk around Yoyogi Park, covered in snow and keeping the atmosphere chilly. You thought maybe time outside the house and office will do you justice for your demise you've been experiencing at the age of 25.

There's more people around visiting – mostly families to let their kids play in the snow. There's a few benches left for you to rest on, might aswell take a quick break.

You sit down on the first one you see, laying your back against the headboard while looking up at the sky, snowing down snowflakes above you. You can close your eyes, maybe take a quick nap while you're at it – it wasn't long until someone sat down next to you, freakishly tall with mittens and a scarf keeping him warm. You'd move to a different spot, but leaving feels suddenly awkward if you're just doing it to avoid potential social interaction.

"Cold isn't it?" the person sitting next to you asks. Should you even reply? you think a simple nod would suffice. "Yea"

He turns to you, and you can see his eyes as light as the ocean blue exposed to your view. Even with half of his face covered, you can tell he's attractive.

"You're pretty." he says, catching you off guard. You'd normally feel flushed to hear compliments from someone, but this time you mistaken it as a flirty gesture, considering he's a stranger.

"Thanks, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now." you back away from him just a tad bit, and your response seemed to draw out a laugh from him.

"You think I was flirting" he pulls down his scarf, revealing a face you once knew seven years ago. "Well, you could say that."

"Gojo?" You could still recognize him, and he seems to know you just as is.

"Yep, it's me." he smiles. "How have you been lately?"

You could barely contain your excitement that you just had to hug him. "Great actually." your gesture seems to get him all flustered, being coddled by you so suddenly. "But ah..me and Sukuna broke up. Last year actually."

"Damn, seriously?" he sighs "You guys lasted that long, I'm sort of jealous."

"Why?" you laugh before letting him go. "I'm sure you've experienced past relationships after all this time."

"Just one." he pouts his lips, pondering to the thought. "But it didn't go all well – the love in the last relationship I had was ephemeral. Turns out she wanted me because of my money."

All fell silence afterwards. You don't know if you should pry with questions or comfort him with a pat on the back. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Its fine, that was a year ago also." – atleast you both had something in common.

Conversations went on there until you both started walking together down the park. Talks like about adulthood and work, aswell as still keeping tabs with some old friends. For once in your life you feel comforted all throughout the day, even just talking and walking around with him like this.

"I'll have to go soon." he stops his tracks, and so did you. "Hey, I really enjoy today, but I hope we can meet up sometime and –"

!!!

His lips shuts closed as you pull him into a kiss. It was abrupt and deliberate, subtle of you to initiate. He chuckles under his breath as he reciprocate to the kiss, succumbing to your touch. "God.."

You pull back, more flushed than he is. "I'm sorry, I didnt mean to-"

He cups your face with his hand, a gentle touch that riles you into kissing him again. "It's fine." he cooes, moving his lips to yours as he kisses you so deep, the warmth between your bodies blocks out the freezing and sheering cold around you.

He pulls back from the kiss but is reluctant to let you go. "Do you still have that gift box I gave you all those years ago?"

You nod, smiling at him as he mentions it. "Good. It's a promise ring –sorry to spoil it before you could even open it, but you should wear it. I have one myself." He removes his mitten and shows his index finger on his left hand, accompanied by a ring you assume that its appearance is the same as the one he gave you. "We'll go matching. Oh, and while we're at it, wanna go eat dinner and maybe hangout at tmy place this evening? I want to get to know you properly this time."

The place seems to be more crowded than it was before. More people starts pooling in, and chatters surrounds your way as you stand before Gojo. But in the back of your mind, everything goes quiet – your attention is on him, and only him. You're not letting him go this time.

"Sure, Satoru."

You and Choso haven't been fucking for quite some time, and that frustrates you in ways you can't describe. You're not always the horny type in the relationship, and only because your mind is racked with work. In return for the stress load your boss gives you, you take it out through masturbation — you don't realize you leave strings of cum on the gusset of your panties right after. Choso's the only one that notices it when he wash the clothes. An overt act of your cravings, and you never realize how it affects him.

⋆.ꪆৎ You're making Chores Day for Choso harder than it has to be.

POSITIONS. Doggystyle; Cowgirl; 69 after ejaculation.

>>>>>

It's a Saturday, which means no work for you at the office. However, you feel icky — or maybe it's the wet feeling in your panties?

You've been aching for pleasure all night, fingering yourself non-stop to the sounds of Choso's groans in front of you without him knowing. You didn't get the chance to tell him that you were horny and wanted sex, and doubt you'll ever get to this week. It's a topic you wouldn't want to be the one to bring up; you're not embarrassed nor shy towards your husband in general, it's just that it's been 2 weeks since you both had sex.

It may not seem long for anyone, but being married and roped together for life would mean daily fucking to reduce stress and boost immunity right? That's what social media and Google tells you atleast.

You give hints tho — you try to say the least. It's hard to say if you're a virgin at heart or you're just incredibly rusty with flirting now. You'd confidently say you can easily top your own husband tho.

But fantasies may have to wait.

"Love, I'm gonna go and get the chores done." Choso walks by holding a basket full of unwashed clothes stacked together. He holds it with ease no matter how heavy it is, and this indulges you to remember how muscular of a man you're married to.

Refined pecs, sinewy legs, rock-hard stomach and visible happy trail, along with chests that are too perfect to not be pressed up against your back. He's shirtless, which left you spiraling and dream right on the spot, and by doing so you feel your pussy is fluttering absolutely nothing. But you're wet.

Really wet.

"Baby, do you have any more clothes you need to wash?" Choso asks, brows furrowing at you as you stand there idling. "Like.. tops, skirts, bra, underwear?—"

"my underwear." You said aloud. You bite your lip out of embarrassment, thoughts clouding your mind as distraction. He chuckles at you, like you say this to him on any other day. "Can I take it off right here?"

He eyes you from the tip of your feet to your eyes starting into his. "You don't have to ask permission" He starts to blush too. "We're married now, so I don't see a problem with it.."

Without anticipating anything, you lift your skirt up to grab onto the garments of your panties, slipping it down your plush thighs. Your skirt flows down, and you've taken off your underwear. Choso reaches his hand out to you, prompting you to give your worn underwear to him.

He slips his finger through the thin waist band, plopping your underwear down in the corners of the filled basket and sinks it in there with the pile of clothes. "Thanks love." He props up the basket, attempting to balance the mountains of chores as he walks towards the laundry room. You watch him pass by while you acknowledge your bare state. It feels cold; your pussy feels cold. And fuck, you're horny again. Did ovulation hit you early this month?

You don't know how you're gonna approach Choso for sex. It hasn't been that long since you two got married, but at this point you shouldn't feel awkward about this. This shouldn't be awkward. But your brain continues to treat your finger slipping in your craving hole like its Choso's.

"A-ah.." you moan under your breath, slipping it in deeper — you stop, taking your finger out of your pussy that made a long squelch sound. You were already shamelessly enough to take your underwear off infront of him, what more hints does he need from you before he can bend you over?

Frustrated, you march towards your shared bedroom and lay down on the bed. The closest you can ever get to him right now is inhale the scent of his perfume on the blankets, and scent of what shampoo brand he uses that left a print on his pillows. It fills you up like fragments left from a drug, and you know you can't take any more of it. But would you keep saying that when Choso barges in the room, flushed than he ever is when he's not focused on house chores?

He's still holding onto the waist band of your underwear from before, and even more behind him that's stacked in a separate basket.

"My love," he breathes like the weight of endurance is killing him. His pupils shoots directly at you laying down, seeing bewildered and in such an innocent position. He holds up your underwear shamelessly, exposing the gusset to reveal cum stains. It's evidently white, and you don't know if the smell is strong. Should you be embarrassed? Probably, but oddly enough you don't. Because Choso seems to be all riled up.

"Ah," you don't know how to respond after that. Is he punishing you for this? Why is he bringing this up? And why is the rest of your underwear behind him too?

He brings his other hand up to his mouth, buying him atleast time to think of a response aswell. He gawks to the wall, staring idly at nothing but the hard and cold beige paint. "Is there something you want that you're not telling me?" He brings down his hand, exposing his golden brown lips. He locks his eyes on you now, like he's examining you: slowly, patiently, needing.

"It's just my discharge" you try making up an excuse, but he doesn't seem all that surprised. "It's that time of the month you know — my menstruation?"

"I would know when your menstruation is, love." He chuckles, tossing your underwear aside and into the basket. "— and it hasn't been a month since your last period yet." He runs his fingers through his messy hair as he climbs on top of the bed with you. He didn't draw any nearer than facing you, hands all to himself without touching yet. You two are so close proximity that any endurance to temptation would be long gone by now. Yet, he keeps a respectful distance, not indulging into the sensation of you just yet.

Your name slips out of his tongue, rolling down from the tip of it; his tone's raw in need, evident in pleading for you but never direct in saying he does. It hasn't been long since you touch him like this — caressing his head, the flushed cheeks on his face, your thumb drawing circles on his bottom lip before you press it hard to draw a quiet mewl from him. It hasn't been long you thought.

No, it has. 2 weeks without sex and only you pleasuring you drove you insane.

You delve into a deep kiss with him; tongues are wrapped together and moving vigorously in eachother's mouths. His tongue overpowers yours by size difference, making you fall back and moan into him as he doesn't stop from there. He pins you down, but never rough to make you cry — not yet.

You're slow in touching him, teasing him to make him crave for more. Your hand would travel down to stretch out the waistband of his shorts, but never pulling it down. You trace lines down his back's middle to leave him hanging, and occasionally cupping his face everytime he plunges his tongue deep into your mouth further and further until you can't breathe.

You're testing how far he'll take his mobility on you, and he's failing profusely.

>>>>>

It started off tedious with how slow you both were going with the makeout session, but your mind went completely blank after that — now he's eating you out?

"Mm..fuck.." he gagged against your wet-and lapped by his tongue- pussy. Choso is sucking on your clit in need while you grip onto his hair, pulling it back to prevent him from making you cum the nth time within 45 minutes.

"Don't stop.." you beg as you watch him - face completely disappeared from your view as he nuzzles it against your newly-shaved folds. He keeps sucking on your pussy like he's drinking on a chug of milk, transferring the tangy and salty taste right into his mouth. Your drops of cum gives him renew vigor, going faster with his tongue-flicking pace until you fully submit and release another load of your relish.

He goes down deeper into you again, making your core flutter around his thick and slimy tongue. Choso moans against your pretty pussy as you finally came again, force-feeding him with every ounce of it until he gulps it all down his throat, having you watch his adam's apple bop per liquid he sucks in.

He wipes the remains left off of the corner of his lips, thumbing parts of it then wipes it down on your bottom lips. "You're delicious, baby." He coos. He stares at you for just a moment before rolling his eyes up as he delves into another kiss with you. You moan into his mouth, holding onto his veiny hand that cups your face. You pull away for just a moment to breathe, 5 seconds before he comes forward and intervene your rest with another kiss.

Choso lets go as soon as he has you gasping again, staring you down while you lay beneath him, bare and sweating.

He leans back to grab something from behind, then he shows you your underwear — unwashed and the smell of your ecstatic release. "Can you wear this again for me, baby?" He ask softly, putting it closer to your view, dangling and hanging onto his fingers. "Let's make love while you have it on."

How does that work? Well, you didn't expect him to stretch it out from behind and stick his cock into your worn-out pussy. You could barely feel yourself wearing your underwear now that he's inside of you.

The thin fabric of your panty is pulled to the side, exposing your bare and aching hole to his gaze as you present yourself by behind, pressing your ass against his tone-hard abdomen. Choso could almost lose it with how he's moving so slow inside of you.

"fuck, baby.." he grunts, pushing himself into you to plunge his dick deeper into your craving and tight little hole, drawing a delicious moan from you that has him weak in the knees.

He moves his pace slow, enough to let you keep catching your breathe without the rush of making you cum. "If you're so desperate for sex, you could've just asked.." he says between moans, sensing that you wanted to be fucked by how wet you still are for him. "You've been so- oh - busy with work lately.." he laughs, "I was worried that you'd never wanted to resort to something like this for relaxation.." his pace begins to go faster than before, enough to produce skin-to-skin sounds as he thrust into you. "But seeing the cum on your panties? Not one but twelve of them? Ahh- I couldn't just keep quiet while you have all the fun.."He leans down to reach for your ear and moans into it, causing more wetness inside your pussy to coat his dick with. You gasp at the sound of him mewling and whimpering, so evident that you assume he may just to be crying.

You look behind, and he is.

"Oh Baby.." he hiss, his pace being dangerously slow now, "I'm about to cum.." his hands grip onto your ass cheeks tighter than before, making sure he can add in a few more strokes into your pussy for his own sense of pleasure — watching his dick come in and out of you.

"Choso, pull out real quick.." you said, and he did: reluctantly. He falls back and lands his back onto the headboard of the bed. His sighs comes out shaky, like he wanted to just ejaculate inside you right then and there.

"why?" He sounds concern on why you had him to stop, a fake out appearing on his face. "Is my dick not good enough?"

You laugh at his jest, all the while climbing on top of him. "It's not that-" you assure. You spread your legs as you sit up on top of him, presenting to him your exposed pussy once more, but this time aligned to his hard, and still standing-proud dick.

"Oh-" He touch himself with just a few strokes, making sure he doesn't go soft on you. "I'm still hard baby, I'm still-" hard.

You grip onto his broad shoulders and slowly sink into his cock. You hiss at the quick pain it gives you, then a release of a contented moan leaves your lips once you're fully sink in. Choso throws his head back, moaning to the ceiling once he feels you grip around him. Looking at you will lead to his demise of cumming so hard, and that's not even an overstatement.

"Don't look at me like that." He stutter, sensing that you're staring at him while you're on top, resting idly on his cock. "Are we- are we starting with cockwarming?-"

"No.", alongside you lifting yourself up and down onto his dick, repeating squelchs draws out. It's easier to go in and out of him with how slippery his cock is; less painful and more enjoyment for you to work with. He's completely soaked with your cum!

"Oh god..- fuck!" He moans. You can feel his hands instinctively hold onto your hips to ground you in one place, having you repeatingly jump on it without moving around too much. "This is too much baby.." he mewls, but it's not a safe word you know of; that just makes you want to go faster.

"please, I'm about to cum!.." he gags in his own saliva as you go faster. Your thighs are worn out by how much you're jumping on it, but youre close too - you're close to cumming.

"I'm close too.." You manage to utter out through your moans that start to sound like hiccups. The swell of your breasts hops up and down, and your ass keeps slapping against his thighs. He finally looks at you when this is all happening, and he cums.

He cums a little too early.

You accidentally took yourself out of his dick when you were on your last hop, making him shoot into nothing but air. You blush profusely out of embarrassment, and so did he — a little error mid-sex.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." You were doing good, but it gotten too slippery that your pussy detached from his cock a little too quick before his release.

You hid your face from him until you felt his hand sneak up below your jaw, holding you by your chin then kiss you like he did before — slow, gentle, and passionate. Every tense feeling in your body seems to be drawing out of you, letting you succumb into this feeling of a whole-new erratic feeling.

"its ok baby," he mumbles into your mouth before wrapping his tongue with yours, "Mm.. it's ok." He repeats, and that drew more pre from you than it did with him.

He lets go of your lips, biting its bottom before pulling away and sit back down against the headboard. His cock is still hard and standing, except his semen is resting on top of his tip, white and thick.

He hiss, trying to catch his breath while the aching feeling in his penis is still there, yearning and waiting. "I'm still turned on." he looks at you, waiting for any signs of you agreeing the same. "Me too." you replied.

You chew over thoughts on what to do, since you still want to take the initiative; you look over to his pre, then down to the very end of his cock.

"Let me suck it." you came up with something simple, blowjob. "What?" Choso replies. The flushed look came back to him when you draw near. You remove the damped panty you soon forgotten earlier, completely wet and reeks of sex. You toss is aside till it hits the floor like it's nothing. It wasn't a blowjob you were looking for to do to him. "Let's eat eachother out."

You were determined to get him to cum again, this time inside your mouth, and at the same time cumming into his. You take down his cock deep down your throat, the semen coats your mouth – the salty mixed with a bittersweet taste were all too overwhelming.

You have your pussy lapped onto his face, where he's laying on the same spot as you but positioned the other way. His tongue finds your clit again, drawing moans from you while you're sucking him down, gawking because of his size and how he's not quiet with moaning.

Even drowning in the scent of your pussy, he still manages to talk through it. "You smell so good.." how unhinged of your husband is when he's pussydrunk. "I miss this..miss you." he utters out before licking your vestibule clean with his tongue. His jaw isn't tired yet surprisingly, and yours isn't either; you both continue working each other off before atleast one of you cums. It's to see who cums the fastest and who'll be embarrassed about it later.

You're about to give out because of his size – you kept choking on it, yet still going to please him. And it's working; when the words "I'm about to cum", incoherent but discerning comes out of his mouth that's still nuzzled against your pussy, you pick up the pace to let him reach his high.

You choke on it, fewer than before, purging it deep down your throat until he lets out an impromptu release – the cum spills down you and you're forced to swallow it all.

It hurts, gosh the feeling hurts, but the stingy pain in your esophagus is what riles you into an erratic climax, reaching out your own high as well.

You squirt into his mouth – the cum spills on him like rain until some of it splatters against his face instead on his tongue.

You were both out of breath. Pulling away from eachother's core like it's a natural instinct for the both of you, and to give room for air than flesh.

"I just came so hard." you cough; the tense feeling inside your throat is still there. Choso slaps the sides of your thighs, an impulse he does after he finish pleasing you. "Same."

You're both tired, worn out, and satisfied. Weeks of edging yourself to climax was worth the wait for the spontaneous sex. Choso is more exhausted than you after the performance you did on him. Passed out beneath you while he has his face nuzzled against your core before he did. The rumbling of his snores fills your hole – you can feel his nose poking against your folds too. You should get off of him, but to your surprise, you're locked in his arms.

He's still holding onto your thighs – it's not a grip, but the weight of his hands is enough to keep you grounded. He's fast asleep, and you can't wake him up that easily, not when you're facing his dick, pressed against your nose while it have gotten soft.

So you're just stuck there, but whatever. If he went to sleep that way, it won't be your fault if he's out of breath again by the time he wakes up. In the meantime, you should think about helping with the laundry. You still have thirteen panties with your cum stains to clean. It's your mess, not his.

College is much more different, and the weight of it makes you realize you're not surviving the real world if you're just smart.

Your perfect status feels like a figment of your imagination now that you've entered adulthood. You're still smart, but you're nowhere near better than your classmates this year. In what you've experienced so far as a college student, everything is deemed as a battleground; competitiveness, selective peer groups, and people flirting with their professors to get grades above line of 8. You feel trapped, alone, and for once you don't feel as gifted as you thought you are. You survived the feeling at the very least, and you've gotten used to your new routine of being by yourself during lunch.

Oh, but you wish someone can just walk up to you with interest, because you're bored out of your mind by being accompanied by no one but yourself.

And someone did, someone in your class, a guy from the same department.

Toru, the smartest one in your batch. He's effortlessly talented, just like you are, except his spark stayed with him. How envious.

But apart of his charm – or rather half of it – is what draws you to him. But the only time you can ever conversate with Toru was when it's lunch time. However, his routine of joining you for grub hasn't been consistent, and eventually you're back in your old roots again.

But there are times – times where he'd come to see you, look at you, talk to you. You'd occasionally brush fingers with him whenever you stand too close, or whenever you're standing too long infront of a bookshelf he intends to go to, he'll hold you by your waist to scoot you aside. Toru's touches are brief and nonchalant; it's hard to read the tension between you two, or did you ever have any tension with him to begin with?

Frankly, you want to.

You haven't known Toru for long, but something about the guy being way better than you is humbling in itself, and you find that attractive.

You start working hard in your classes, taking extracurriculars that Toru is in, and continue studying back at home even on weekends. You like him, and you want to prove it by beating him at what he's good at.

You've developed into the person you used to be, and he's beginning to notice you more and more as you stand yourself out.

The quick stares, the brief pause during small talks, and fingers lingering longer in places they shouldn't be. he made you feel all of that, all of him — yet it's not enough.

You want moments with Toru to last longer, but it feels like he only appears in your view once in a blue moon. He's always busy with studies, and you can see how determined he is at what he does. It makes your heart thump louder if he gives you the time of day to talk, because he's rarely like this with anyone but you, as far as you observed it.

There's just one issue: His twin brother, Sato. You didn't even know he has a twin brother until now.

Compared with Toru, you keep seeing Sato everywhere, and during those encounters, he'll take any opportunity to get your attention. You swear he's messing with you for fun; no matter how many times you dismiss Sato, he's always there one way or another. The worst part? He intervenes with your chances of talking to his brother.

He doesn't mean to, you think; what are the chances of him being all over your face every time you walk up to Toru? It happened 4 times atleast, plus him bumping into you in an attempt of trying a skateboard trick he has no knowledge nor preparation in practicing for.

He drives you insane, and not in a way Toru does — he's annoying as hell.

Very, very annoying.

>>>>>

It's been months, and 2 semesters have already passed. It's your 3rd semester and midterms exam is drawing near. Each and every one of you is overloaded with stress; piles of assignments and projects to complete before taking the exam which is in 3 weeks. You completed your work, and so did Toru. The important thing you should do now is review (even with a crush, always put your priorities in acads first).

But easier said than done – your eyes keep drifting off to Toru. He's always so quiet, always behaving well in his seat while reviewing in advance to ace the test. You wonder if the thought of you ever comes to his mind at least once. Even during tests, or if he's talking to someone else, maybe even when he's alone in his bedroom and has no one to talk to but his brother – does he ever think of you?

You can't shake off that feeling, and neither can you suppress how you feel about him. Soon you'll confess to him, hope to God that he feels the same way as you do. You can confess to him right now, say that you like him, and expect him to like you back. So many possible scenarios come to mind between you and Toru – you want him, so badly. The thought of him finally kissing you removes all problems from your brain; the thought that he'd touch you more without anyone around, and the feeling of how good he is at handling you. You crave for it, and you're ashamed of sounding perverted when no one else can hear you but yourself.

But the maladaptive daydreaming needs to be paused for now; the bell has already rung. Everyone starts packing their bags and head out of the classroom for recess. You and Toru were the last to leave, and before you could talk to him.

He's already out of the room, as quick as a fly.

Honestly, you don't know how long you can keep up with this charade. Is he even interested in talking to you? he's probably super awkward, and it's a painful truth.

You grab your stuff and head over to the door, until someone nudges you from behind, pulling you back from leaving.

"Y/N." Its Professor Yaga. You don't know if you should be nervous right now.

You hold onto your books that you were suppose to review for later, gripping them tightly for invisible support. "Yes Professor?" you ask, and he locks eyes with you.

"Could you help me with something?" there was a brief pause by him which startled you the most. "Or rather, someone."

This is the first time he ever ask you a favor for anything, which leaves you intrigued. It was just you two, no one else around – it must be something important. "Does someone need me?" you wonder, brows furrowed at him as you await for a response.

Yaga seems more stressed out than usual. He rubs the bridge of his nose as he takes his glasses off, revealing the wrinkles and fine lines he had gotten from teaching students. "It's about Gojo."

Gojo? as in Gojo Toru? His surname being mentioned once was enough to keep you guarded in this conversation. You seem excited, a little too excited. "Why? what about him?" you ask, keeping your cool as much as possible.

"I need you to tutor Gojo for the upcoming exams. His performance is below mediocre and there are assignments that he hasn't passed yet. For him to pass this semester he has to pass exams. You think you can handle it? you're the second highest on the Dean's list after all.

Gojo Toru? mediocre? two words conjoined together that leaves you bewildered. Is that why he's been quiet than usual? You never knew he was struggling that much. But this is a win.

You get to tutor him, which means you're as smart as he is, and that's why he needs help from you specifically.

You can't help but giggle even in front of your professor; your heart is beating so fast that it could almost burst. You nod your head vigorously even while Yaga was explaining the sub-details, which you definitely did not pay attention to.

"I accept" you smiled, "I'll tutor him! Don't worry he's in good hands". Your response brings relief to Yaga, whom is already going through a schedule. "Great. You can start tutoring him after your last class if you're not in a rush going home." He raises his arm up then points at the left side of the classroom. "Meet up with him in Room 402. He'll be there around 6:30PM."

Yaga passes by you, reaching for the door to turn back to you before leaving. "Don't be late." he remind. The door was left open for you to be the last to close it. No one is near, so it was safe to say you can squeal as loud as you want.

"Oh my god, oh my god.." you repeat, pacing relentlessly with a rush of adrenaline flowing within you. You're tutoring the guy who keeps beating you in exams, quizzes, participation, and performance tasks – the guy you're so deeply in limerence with.

You check your watch: "4:45PM". You have one class left to take and a few minutes to mentally prepare yourself to tutor him. You leave the room in a haste, catching up with the remaining time left to eat and study. This is all for Toru, and all for you to get him to like you.

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6:15PM. You got to room 402 fifteen minutes early. Should you be embarrassed? No, nothing's wrong with being too early for a guy who needs urgent help.

You sit there, anticipating for someone to walk through that door — anyone — preferably Gojo Toru. Tapping on your desk is the only thing keeping you distracted right now, moreso than the notifications about an upcoming group presentation buzzing in your phone. You try to count the taps: One..Two..Three..Thirty?.. But it won't magically forward time. Maybe you should've went out to eat since you haven't had a snack yet before you got up here.

"This wait feels long.." — too long. You groan, resting your head against the desk. The cold and smooth surface presses against your cheek, keeping you somewhat company from the thoughts of Toru inside your head. You never felt anything this intense for a guy before, let alone a socially awkward one.

This is so not like you; college really changed you as a person. Come to think of it, you never had a serious relationship before. Suitors you had, but you never took any of them seriously because of your acads. You feel ready for one right now; you've cried over your grades below 9 already, might as well make the most of it. "Oh God, strike me down with a nerdy boyfriend!"

The door clicks open, and Professor Yaga comes in with a familiar face. "Y/N, Mr. Gojo is here. Let me know if there's any mishaps you come across with him."

The said Gojo walks in — he looks absolutely stunning.

Fluffy white hair, perfect face, hoodie and sweatpants, and the thick glasses being the cherry on top. You can almost kiss him right now if Professor Yaga wasn't around, but that would be highly inappropriate.

You sit up straight on your chair, greeting the two men with a bow - a flushed face hides beneath your hair.

"I'll leave you two alone now. The campus closes at 9PM so be sure to be out before that." Yaga said. Both you and Gojo nod in sync with his reminder. A smirk on Gojo's face appears.

The door clicks shut, leaving you and your white-haired crush be.

"Soo.. I guess this means we'll start now." You feel nervous; sweat drips down your temples as he walks closer to sit in front of you. He plants his book onto your table — titled as "Financial Markets".

Everything you've just learned about that subject flew right out of your head. Your mind is spiraling, and your body is frozen in place. But your eyes - oh how your eyes wander dangerously on him.

He leans against the backrest of the chair, his body slowly slides down until his shoes press against yours beneath the table. You could hear him murmuring incoherent words, but his groan sounds so clear. It's too dangerous to fondle yourself, he might catch you.

You feel pathetic getting turned on by something so small.

"Are you bored?" You ask, trying to ease up the silence between you both — and also the adrenaline in you. He just shook his head, prompting a "no" with closed lips. Even here, he's still silent.

"Hey uh, listen." You scratch the nape of your neck, really hesitant to say it. "I know this is not the right- nor inappropriate time to say this but. I really like you, Toru."

His brows furrow at you, and it's either that he's surprised or weirded out. You continue with your confession regardless of it. "I've liked you for months, and until now I still do." Your skin feels itchy all of a sudden. You're too nervous. "It's ok if you don't want to say anything; my feelings for you have been bothering me lately and I'll accept it if you reject me."

It's silence after that.

— Shit girl, why the hell would you do that?

It's not a yes, nor a rejection, just straight up silence. Why does this feel worse than receiving a no?

This is awkward for him too, he can't get out of this situation without hurting you. "No, I'm sorry this was a mistake-" you cover your face, incredibly embarrassed and it shows through your skin becoming red. "just forget it, I'm supposed to be tutoring you right now."

Finally, he chuckles. He hasn't said anything yet, making you a bit taken back when he's just suddenly laughing. Is he making fun of you? At this point you should leave.

"Hey." He replied. You were startled by it. He takes off his glasses then pushes his hair back. He smiles, perfect teeth showing with one canine exposed. "You thought I was Toru?"

..What

Oh. NO.

Sato?!" This is such an insult — why is it Sato you're tutoring and not Toru? "What the hell? I thought you were!—"

"Toru?" He snickers. He seems very annoyed by your exaggerated expression. "I thought Yaga had already told you that you will be tutoring me." He stretches his body out, releasing a grunt as the tension of his muscles leaves him.

"He just said Gojo.." you replied, seemingly unsure. "He never said which one, didn't he?" Sato grins. You shook your head, then he laughed once more. This time, it was entertaining for him to see you realize; that's on your stupidity for not asking further questions which Gojo you'd be tutoring.

A sudden, pent-up frustration rushes in you. You aren't good at hiding your emotions, and Sato isn't good at comforting either. He watches you hide your face against the desk, not doing much but listen to you whining about him. "Relax.." he cooed. "Aren't you glad to have me?" You're not.

"The fact that you couldn't tell it was me, all because I was wearing glasses." He smirks at you, like a mischievous idea came to mind. "That's quite risky. What happens if you went on a date with my brother but turns out it was me the whole time? You wouldn't realize that you'd be kissing me instead of him-"

"Stop. I don't wanna hear it." You groan at him. He leans towards you then rests his head on the table as you pull back. "If it really was Toru you're talking to right now," He plops his head back up to rest his jaw onto his crossed arms this time, "He'd probably reject you."

Should you be offended? No, maybe? Well it's coming from your crush's brother. "Why, is he gay?" The first question that came to mind. You couldn't make up the reaction Sato put up at you.

"What? No-" he laughs. "Shit, you're weird."

He's acting surprisingly soft with you. It's just you two alone — you'd expect someone like him with a chaotic attitude to start causing ruckus, or anything to avoid studying. He's looking at you, with eyes that you can't quite make up of. You don't plan on lingering on him for too long, so you take his finance book and open it to page - random.

"Were you the one who picked me to tutor you?" You shoot a question again. He hums in thought, "No", while pulling away from the table, but sits close in front of you so the proximity still runs on thin lines. "If I were to choose instead of our professor picking, I'd go for someone who'd be doing their work right now."

You snort at this response. "Oh, so you think I'm incapable of handling you?" You stand up from your seat, and so did he. He stands taller than you, just a few inches compared to your height. This gives him the authority to look down to face you, shrugging his shoulders to fuel even more fire in you. "Maybe?" He clicks his tongue. "I don't care if you're highest on the Dean's list, my brother is still better than you." — those words could just be your last straw right now.

"Well I'm the one helping you with your academics. And to be frank with you, I shouldn't be here."

He brings himself down a little, reaching your height level just enough for his lips and yours to be facing one another - so close yet so far. "Then leave." He dared.

"I won't." An answer he expected from you. "Not yet at least."

"There's no point in helping me if you're just gonna keep stalling me like this, Y/N."

"I'm not stalling?!"

"seems to me you are. I ain't learning shit; Do you see me using my textbook right now?"

"That's because you just had to start a conversation with me after revealing you're not Toru."

The little, mindless, and totally useless quarrel between you both continues.

"I'd be bored out of my ass if I don't have anything to talk about that's fun." Sato just keeps dragging this on.

"How about I stick this textbook up your ass right now?" And you keep following it.

"you're one feisty one, aren't ya? Not the type my brother would date."

"Will you stop bringing up Toru into this?"

"Why? Don't you like him?"

"I do but that's not something I want to talk about right now —"

"I'm better than my brother, Y/N." You paused for a moment, and so did Sato. That didn't sound like a joke, but to you it sounds like absurdity. He looks confident, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"bullshit!" You shouted. "In terms of what? Intelligence?"

He looks at you like you just said something so bizarre. "What? You think someone is deemed better just for being smart?" He scoffs. "Cute. Fucking dork."

Before you could let another word come out of your mouth, he grabs you by your collar and lifts you up, just in time to see you trying to avoid looking at him. He breathes against your nose, eyes locking into you with renew purpose. "You think I can prove to you that I'm better?" He muttered. The look on your face, it wasn't enough — not enough to ruin you completely.

"Fuck you." It was the only response you can give to him: Blatant, direct, and out of pocket. "You're such an asshole, Sato." Unclear hatred for him radiates from your tone alone. You feel ridiculed for being held up like this, and he can see it in your face; he sees it in your body movements with the way you squirm. As absurd as it sounds, he likes it.

He likes how he can have you at your weakest.

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You loathe him, and that alone makes him want to bend you over in ways you haven't experienced before.

Telling him to fuck off was all the word he needed to fuck you up completely.

"I told you I'm better, didn't I?" He bites his lips to the sound of your moans as he fingers you, plunging his digits so deep down your hole that you could see stars through your teary eyes. "fuck, you're tight. It's so obvious that you're a virgin." Sato was already hard beneath his trousers just to the thought of you not being touched yet.

He stretches out your hole, deliciously filling you up with two digits plunging into you with new vigor. You're already soaking his fingers, making him pre-cum himself. "You're easy to cum too — I really hit jackpot didn't I?" He mutters into your ear. "Keep acting that way baby and I'll make sure you're more fulfill than that stupid little thing you have for my brother." His voice is rough around the edges, almost predatory with how he sounded out your liking to Toru. "I told you he's nothing compared to me."

While he fingers you, his other hand lets go of your mouth and runs down to your perky breasts, squeezing one into his hand like a stress ball. He moans to the sensation it brings, making him fasten his pace to bully the remaining cum out of your pussy. "You're not talking, Y/N." He grins. "Can all you do for me is moan and whine?"

You cum again, unable to hold in the impending climax that just gushes out of your poor pussy. Sato's hand is completely soaked, yet he's not taking his fingers out of you. "want me to lick it?" He questioned. "Your cum, want me to?" He's waiting for another response other than you crying in ecstasy. He takes out his fingers abruptly, giving you a moment to relax but keep your hole wide and open for him.

He didn't lick the cum off, instead he runs your juices down to your mouth. You forcibly suck his coated fingers that you just came on, tasting your own salty sweetness at the tip of your tongue. You gag for a moment, then Sato snickers.

"don't go too fast baby." He cooed. "I don't need you choking on me too soon right now."

After you successfully clean off the cum from his fingers with your tongue, he starts unbuckling his pants right in front of you.

"So," his pants fall down, revealing his huge and thick cock straining against his shorts. "I don't expect you to do good, baby.. but I really need you to suck it."

You crawl to him, then he grabs you by your chin as gently as possible before nudging the tip of his cock into your lips. You attempt to lick the wet spot that's printed on his shorts, making him shudder completely. He hastily removes it to finally expose the bare skin of what you're going to be gawking on. "Open wide."

You parted your lips; not two seconds in and he's already shoving it inside your mouth, earning a choking sound from you. He stays completely still, holding onto your hair while moving his dick inside of your mouth. "Such a pretty throat waiting to be ruined." He eyes your throat, noticing the movements of your gulping.

You start slow with it. You hold onto his thighs then begin to move back and forth with his dick inside your mouth. It's so long and so thick for your own good, but so sensitive that it draws more moans out of Sato than you could whimper.

"Fuck, fuck.." he mutters. His grip on your hair becomes painfully tight, making sure you stay still while giving him a blow job. "You're such a good girl.."

He's about to cum, he can feel it. He looks down on you again, seeing your face completely flushed and drawn from nervousness. It's so cute, that he doesn't want to ruin it with cum just yet.

He pulls you back by your hair, a loud pop! sound occurring as you release him from your mouth. "I was about to cum." He sighs. He pulls his pants up halfway to get something from his pocket. He holds onto a wrapper, placing it on your view so close to your nose that you look at it cross-eyed. "I'm putting a condom on; but you should stand up and start bending over for me."

He puts the condom on, the elastic band creating a loud slap indicating that he's wearing it now. You're already positioned: wet and ready for him, standing still while bent over. He stands behind your aching body and starts aligning his dick to your hole from your ass. "You're so pretty like this.." he whispers. He pushes half of him inside, drawing a yelp from you as he continues further. "so cute.." he continues to praise, pushing even more in. "And such a perfect girl for me."

He goes slow at first, before picking up his pace and starts thrusting into you with need. He's restless, sweating and aching for more of you. The sound of skin slaps together in sync with yours and his movements. It's loud — loud enough to drown out thoughts that keeps you stressed, loud enough to make you realize that Sato is into you, and loud enough to forget about going after Toru.

What started off as a pointless quarrel turned into a burning hate for eachother through fucking. Although, I think it's just you who hates him. But why keep letting him fuck you?

You let out another release — drops of cum races down your thighs as you finish. Sato starts to feel his as well, releasing ropes of semen into the condom while being inside of you.

"fuckkk...that feels great." He groans out. He pulls out of you then gives your ass a slap. "God, I love you." He says out of spite.

He grabs both of your ass cheeks and cups it into his hands, squeezing and massaging it until you stand up from your previous position. You lean your body against his to have you rest your head on his chest. You feel exhausted, tired; you never thought you'd experience sex for the first time that's this intense. At least Sato softens up after finishing. He leaves pecks down your neck and to your collarbone, making sure to print kisses onto your skin as a way to mark you. "Mm..don't leave me after this." He whispered, too serious to be dismissed as a joke.

"You still haven't helped me with my lessons, Y/N." He rests his face against your neck, nuzzling into it. "After a few quick lessons let's date after this - have me as your boyfriend." He sinks his teeth into your skin next. "I can't wait to show you off to my twin brother."

author's note: I crammed this so hard on a weekend before school ;; flopped the last time so I'm going back to my old roots with Gojo (showing some more love for fratjo since he's underrated in my gojo nsfw series hnghh). Enjoy reading !!

His large hand presses against your back, urging to push you inside while piles of people lines up behind you two. You went inside the train along with Toji, his hand rests idly on your lower back.

You can only get a short glimpse of which station you're currently on before the doors close shut. You're in the middle of the crowd, holding tightly onto your boyfriend while trying your best to catch your breath. You hate situations like these, where you have no room to think, breathe, or move to another spot. Rush hour at its finest.

"The next station is Shin-Okubo. The doors on the left side will be open."

Shin-Okubo? you're that far?! So you're currently in Takadanobaba Station and the train is already this packed. What more if it reaches Shinjuku? you'd have to survive 2 more stops while handling the flood of people pooling in. The thought of it startles you, and right now there's a bit of space left to move an inch before it is completely occupied by someone else. All seats are taken, and you're left to holding onto the hand straps while sticking close to Toji. Although he's silent right now, he can feel you tensing up.

"Don't worry, I got you." His voice is deep, rough, but his tone feels soft, gentle — a promise to keep you safe under his protection. He holds you by your waist, caressing your sides respectfully, until he feels his fingertips brush on the texture of your skin. He pause for a moment, looking down to see you wearing a crop-top so short that it completely exposes your lower torso. He pinches a plump of your skin, catching you off guard and snap you back to reality from dissociation.

"You're wearing the top I bought for you." He mentions, eyes traveling to look at your face. "Doesn't your school got a strict dress code or something?" He pinches your skin again, this time a bit tighter – he likes touching you, especially catching you off guard at times. However, the thought of some other guy getting to see you like this seem to rile him up a little, that he can't help but subtly show it through his nails digging down your waist.

"Toji-" you grunt. Your body flinch and presses against his. He can feel your bare stomach pressing onto him even through his shirt. He lets out a heavy sigh, holding you closer until you're practically hugging him.

"Toji, we're in public." you quietly warn him, and he reluctantly lets you go, but not enough to keep his hand away from you completely. "Yeah my school has a strict dress code, but I was wearing a jacket the whole time." You pull onto the sleeves of your said jacket that's wrapped around your waist, showing it to him like evidence. "Besides, I wanted to wear it for today – I want to show you how it looks on me." You smiled, and it wasn't you being a tease. You genuinely wanted to show him how you look with clothes he bought for you, and it's nowhere near your fault if he's completely turned on right now.

"Shit, you never got caught wearing that?" He scoffs. Though flattered by you, he can't help but look at your bare stomach again as it's expose in his view once more. "Yeah, I didn't." you replied. "I should probably cover up now tho, there's too many people here–"

You were interrupted by his palm pressing against your stomach. He covers it with his hand, slowly rubbing it. "Don't." he breathe heavily. "Didn't I say I got you? be exposed wearing it, I bought it for you after-all." he sounds too proud over a top that he got for 788 yen. "I can fight, even in a small space like this." he lowers his head down, reaching for your ear. "So don't be shy, you got me with you." he whispers. It sound sensual, yet too vague to be mistaken as one. It's like a command, his order of saying "I like seeing you this way so don't ever cover up." But you wouldn't easy assume he's trying to be perverted with you, especially not with a bunch of people surrounding you both who stands out the most because of his height, surpassing every men under 6ft in the room. You can just enjoy Toji's clinginess in the meantime, keeping you all warm than how your thin jacket would comfort you in this situation.

"The next station is Shinjuku. The doors on the left side will be open.

Fuck, here comes Shinjuku – or as you would like to call it your "Crisis Point".

Because less passengers goes out of the train and double the people entering in. The train, metaphorically speaking, is like a sardine can at this point; passengers are pushing through until there is no air left. A lot of hands start to occupy the handstrap and railings. You accidentally let go of yours because of the aching feeling of your arm being raised up for too long, and now you have nothing to grab onto but the sleeve of Toji's shirt.

"Hey." Toji says, lifting down his arm. "You can grab onto here instead." He's offering his bicep for you to hold like a handrailing. Who are you to refuse?

You wrap your arm over his muscle, latching onto it as if you'd tumble over if the train were to make a sudden stop. "Thanks Toji." you look at him, but he's looking away. Why?

He has his face covered by his other arm. Is he flustered? or just didn't want to look? maybe he's pressured by the amount of people around too.

But it doesn't feel like him, plus, his breathing is quite heavy.

"Fuck" He muttered out, but you can hear the stress in his tone. However, his actions contradict with his irritation. It may be from the crowd, or it may be from you. Is it about your outfit again? but you swore he doesn't mind. Or atleast, it's not about that.

You feel his arm you were holding onto weighing down, then his hand shifts back to your stomach and he start poking it. His finger tip presses hard against your belly, over and over again until you start to feel tickled by him.

You let out a giggle, digging your nails into the skin of his bicep because you couldn't dodge his finger – you're stuck in one place due to the lack of space, other passengers pushing you onto Toji. He looks at you, this time his demeanor is something else entirely.

"I think you should cover up for now, Y/N." He shy away again, leaving you bewildered. Didn't he said you can wear your crop-top confidently?

"You could've just said so." You untangle your jacket off of your waist and put it on, standing idly while the next station hasn't been announced yet. "You've been acting weird for awhile now Toji."

"Fuck, no, it's not like I mind." he bites his lip, frustrated by you now. "You're just turning me on right now.. so, just cover up until we reach Shibuya."

"What?" You were surprised, but so is Toji. "What? you never guessed with the way I kept touching you?"

You shook your head, unsure how you'd respond to his candid confession. "You're oblivious as fuck, you know that?" He sighs, zipping up your jacket half-way for you.

"The next station is Yoyogi. The door on the left side will be open."

One more station left to go after the next, then you can finally leave the train. As soon as it comes to a stop at Yoyogi Station, few or more people leaves the train than the last. You eye around for a vacant spot to sit on, and you see one at the very corner of the train – quiet and away from the chaos from where you're standing.

"Excuse me" you pass through the rest of the passengers in a haste, dragging Toji alongside you at the corner. You sit down on the seat, finally getting to rest and take a breather. You're still overwhelmed, but atleast it watered down now.

Unfortunately for your boyfriend, he has nowhere to sit – someone else is sitting next to you, occupying the spot. Toji decides to stand in front of you, both of his rough hands hold onto the cold and steel hand railing above him. He leans forward, covering your view with his brawny physique that seeps through his top. You can't help but become flustered.

The train becomes less crowded, and only a few are busy using their phones. It's peaceful, for awhile atleast.

You grab your phone to keep yourself distracted aswell, but once you're sidetracked by your other activities, Toji intervenes by pressing himself against your phone, attempting to push it off your hand with his body as he leans closer.

"Y/N." his voice comes out rough again, gaining your attention quicker than a fly. "You can remove your jacket now, I think I'm good." He looks around, as if checking if anyone is looking at you two.

The breeze inside the train feels warmer than it should, so taking it off would be a better option than to just unzip it. You remove your jacket, leaving it behind your back like a cushion to keep you relaxed. You stretch your body out, groaning as you do – your shirt lifts up and exposes your bra's underband, and you're unaware of it. Toji bites down one of his hands as he brings it down, licking and nibbling on thick skin as he watches you. You just finished stretching, and you see Toji wasn't the only thing standing in front of you, his dick is too.

Toji hisses at the sight of his cock standing proud against his sweatpants, pointing directly at you. It's painfully obvious, that you might just need to cover it so that no one else sees.

You've only just arrived at the Yoyogi Station, why does he have to be hard right now?

A passenger behind Toji accidentally bumps into him, a brief "Sorry" can be heard from the person, but Toji quickly dismisses it with no response. The bump shifts him closer to you again, his cock almost brushing your lips in such close proximity. He sighs, his breath coming out shaky because from what he declared as an edging-game between you both.

"The next station is Harajuku. The door on the left side will be open. "

"Just one station left." His adam apple bobs as he gulps. "And I get to have you all to myself with no distractions."

He moves, just barely. Its barely touching your lips, barely enough to shove his big cock into your mouth. He's shameless, his hormones are shameless. He's doing this to you in a public area.

"Toji.." you huff, pulling yourself away from his cock that's begging to be wrapped by something, by you. You can't just grab your jacket and cover you both, that'll be a weird and obvious look of what's going on within this tension he has put you in with him.

"Why'd you have to wear that.." he groaned, just quiet enough. He's shifting the fault to you for his horniness, and likely he will take you accountable for it once you arrive at his place.

The train comes to a stop at Harajuku Station. Few people, and the passenger next to you, leaves the train. Toji smirks before taking a seat beside you, and immediately shoves his hand under you from behind, and he makes sure that his broad body covers the view of his perverted intent from others. The train fills up again, this time a bunch only stayed at the opposite side of the train from where you and Toji is sitting at. It feels more risky than safe, even left alone with your boyfriend. He pushes you against the wall, cornering you in your spot.

"The next station is Shibuya. The door on the left side will be open."

You bite down your palm, suppressing your noises as you squirm against Toji's hand. "Just a few more minutes, doll." He whispers into your ear, fully submerging his hands under your pants and panties. His hand bends over, but not painful enough for him to take it out. He keeps flicking your clit with his thick fingers, finding it hard to be consistent with the pace as you keep moving. "Stop squirming." He grunts, sliding his finger through your folds. You bite down your fingers next, letting out small moans and whimpers when he accidentally insert one of his digit into your hole, wrapping him in your welcoming heat. Toji leans back on the seat, sighing heavily while gritting his teeth as he finger-fuck you. His hand is large enough to cup your pussy, catching any cum leaks that pools out of you.

You lean against Toji's shoulders, earning a sinister smile from him. "Toji..I'm gonna.." you warned, barely. Your voice becomes shaky as you clench around his finger. It's only one he put in and you're already struggling.

"I know, I know." he cooed. "Don't worry, you can let go –" he plunges his finger in deeper, making you gasp. "Come for me."

You're close, you're very close, in an embarrassingly short amount of time. And out of all places, he is fucking you inside where it is used for public transportation.

"You can't make any more noises further than this." he clicks his tongue as he watches you for any reaction, wanting to register anything lewd that appears on your face as he fucks you in spots where you don't expect. He hits that sweet area that leaves you spiraling. Tears flood down your eyes, and it burns; not as much as his finger being soaked by your cum as it fights its impending release.

"Don't make this difficult for the both of us." he grits his teeth again. "Just cum now, and maybe I'll forgive you for looking so hot and sexy for me." he fastens his pace, and you couldn't take it anymore.

You reach your impending climax, releasing pools of cum that soaks Toji's finger completely, bits of it dripping until it races down his palm.

"Atta girl." He takes his hand out of your pants abruptly, making you yip in surprise. Before you could even recover, the train leads to a stop, prompting the passengers that this is the last station.

You and Toji were the last passengers to leave. Oddly enough, no one questions why your movements are shaky as you walk, and it's definitely sketchy if you're moving that way next to Toji, who's overtly sucking his finger that you just had came on. Nevertheless, you're out of that hell hole of a travel, and you might as well deal the rest of what happened earlier back at your boyfriend's place. He's giving you more than 5 stops to Shibuya Station. xoxo

By the time you decide to take his hand and get back up on your 5-inch heels, many confused education-major students would be looking right at you.

You didn't turn your gaze to look at him directly, it's better not to. He looks just like your ex. You're thinking of not getting yourself into trouble for accidentally punching him because he has the embodiment look of a certain someone.

"Thanks." You replied, eyes not meeting his, neck turned to the side. He looks at you confused.

"you can look at me, you know." Fuck that voice; so hot, yet it's not..you know.

For what felt like a minute you turn your neck to him, eyes accidentally meeting his. You're wearing heels that make you taller than the rest of the girls here, and yet he overpowers you with his height. Makes you feel man-handled, indirectly.

"Ah, Y/N-" so he knows you.

"Oh, then I'll cut the introduction short since you recognize me!" You excitedly clap your hands together. You grab a hand of his and hold it tightly with yours. You earn a flushed look on his face, and from Utahime, you get a glare.

"You see," you pause for a moment, sinking your perky breasts against his hand. You look up to see the reaction on his face, yet there was none. But his fingers sinking beneath your skin, twiddling yet no effort to escape the closed gap between your breasts says otherwise. "I have this party I really wanna attend, and." You pout jokingly, "I have no one to go with ~ me and your brother aren't in good terms anymore and I don't wanna go without a partner."

His face lit up in deep crimson red. He's furiously blushing right in front of you. The movements of his fingers twiddle harder into your skin, tickling - you can almost feel it reaching your underboob by how big his hand is. You make no effort, as seducing him is all a part of your plan.

"O-oh" he stuttered out. How pathetic— "That's ashame. I always see you two together, inseparable. But if you really mean in going with me, then I have no reason to decline." —ally easy.

"Oh don't get me wrong, that's not the only thing I came here for." You hold his hand tighter. "I wanna go on a date with you! Satoru was cool and all but, I've always seen you as the enticing type you know?"

No matter how tight you hold his hand, it's so evidently clear that you suck at lying. But God knows good to let you know that this twin sucks at sensing them.

He just keeps blushing that it went from his face down to his neck, like point A to point B. You never knew blushing can travel like that, maybe for him it does.

He nods furiously at you, when it wasn't even a question to be answered. However, you take that as a yes to a date. "I'll take you somewhere you might like.. If you really want to go out, I'll pick you up from your department." That was too easy.

You fake a squeal at him; this is all according to plan, and it's only been an hour and a half since you got here. "Great! You can come pick me up at the-"

"Fashion Department!" "Fashion Department."

Another brief silence between you both occurs.

"So you know which department I'm from too? I'm assuming your brother told you so."

He sheepishly smiles at you, his hand crawling up to the nape of his neck to scratch, too obvious with how nervous he is. "Actually, he never tells me anything about you. And also.." His eyes travels down for just a moment, before his hand finds his mouth, covering the bottom part of his face with his huge palm against it. "It's quite obvious with how you dress.."

You hummed, confused with what had him so riled up quick. Your eyes travels down to the spot his was staring at, and it was your breasts – neatly pushed up by your shirt to achieve the right exposure of your cleavage. He's fast to blush towards you, easy to become flustered. When you were back at their place, he never even laid an eye on you before disappearing into his room. Not even with how you'd dress before.

His look is different now, but you never dared to question why. You're not here to get to know him at the slightest.

"Ah." you uttered. "I guess so. Well...I only came here to ask you out, that's all. Don't be late later m'kay? I still got class." You stand high, giving him a peck on the cheek before leaving so casually. You didn't bother turning around, but you might've just left him malfunctioned.

"Hello? earth to Seiru?" Utahime snaps her fingers at the tall, nerdy white-haired friend of hers. she snaps! again, finally catching him off of his day-dreaming state.

"Huh? oh." Seiru looks at her, dazed and confused. He has been dreaming of you 2 minutes after you left from his sight.

"Geez dude.. you're not really subtle with how you look at her." Utahime crosses her arms, raising a brow at him but barely surprised. Seiru's too lovesick, it's evident in his face. "She's so pretty.." he muttered. "I can't believe I'm actually going to be on a date with her later."

Utahime doesn't seem all that surprised by his reaction, but her expression drifts to worry. "She only just broke up with Satoru, right? how can she just ask you out so quickly?" She sighed, "I get that you're really into her, but I don't trust her." Her eyes drifts to the scenery of the outside, noticing you have already left just a minute ago. Without you present, Seiru gets to be his giddy-self for just a bit. "I get that you don't, and it's valid, but..come on.." he groans, "Her and Satoru? broke up? Now I can make my move – He didn't deserve her anyways." such confidence coming from the dork twin.

He was never serious with anyone, actually, he never had anyone yet. No love life, no experience in sex, and definitely doesn't drink, unlike his chaotic and defiant twin. But, you? he might actually try.

He already has a lot planned out in his head, and his date with you haven't even started yet. He questions to himself, if he can bring you over to his house when Satoru isn't around?

"Yeah, whatever. Good luck dude." Utahime snickers. The bell rings behind the two, and that means for another class to begin.

"Break's over, come on let's go." Utahime gestured, and Seiru follows from behind to enter their class together.

+

Class is over for you now, finally. Learning about fashion marketing has to be your biggest enemy. Shoko and Mei seems to handle that class well. So while they're still in a good mood, you face them with hands tucked behind your back, impending news waiting to be said by you.

"Guess what girls?" you said, earning their attention. "Me and him are going on a date now."

Shoko smiles, and so did Mei mei. Shoko wraps her arms around you, spinning you out of excitement. "Oh, I knew it'd be quick!" she leans closer, whispering into your ear. "Is that him coming this way?"

Class just ended, and he's already here?

You turn yourself around as soon as Shoko releases you from her hug, welcomed by the sudden appearance of the nerdy gojo twin. He waves at you as soon as you notice him - books were occupying his other hand while his seemingly heavy backpack holds onto his shoulder, hanging by a thread.

This sort of thing he got going on right in front of you should've been rehearsed a couple of times before he left his department.

He trips on one of the last steps before reaching your level, accidentally dropping all of his heavy books. He clings onto you before he could embarrass himself (and you) by falling in front of your friends. The books fall to the ground with a loud thud! scattering across the cobblestone floor. Your friends backs up, but no matter the distance you can hear the two sharing a giggle.

If you could get him off of you, that would be nice. Unfortunately for you, he's too heavy — moving you both around might have you end up falling too.

His back is hunched, and his neck tilts down for his lips to be near enough to your ear, "I'm sorry" he finally whispered. His breath was hot, and you swear you felt his micro-sweat dropping down to your collarbone.

"No, it's fine." You forced out a reply. "Don't apologize."

You push him off of you, and he lands back on his two feet with zero effort. You brush the remaining imaginary dust off of your skirt. He watches you intently, face still flushed while fingers were fidgeting.

"don't look at me like that." You gruff. You bring yourself closer to the nervous-wreck and hold his hands together with yours once more. "Come on, let's go on our little date." You smile at him, which seems to ease him a bit.

"Alright, I'll be going out. Bye girls ~ don't forget to invite me over to drink later." You blow a kiss to Mei Mei and Shoko, waving them goodbye as you walk farther away from them along with the other Gojo.

+

It wasn't a long walk on the way to the dating spot he intended to take you to. Although there were a few bumps on the way - like almost breaking your kneecaps for example. You almost tripped while walking because your heel got stuck on a small, pointy rock that had it hooked onto it. Gojo managed to catch you, swooping you off your feet with smooth movement. It feels embarrassing to say the least, because he carried you on the way to the dating spot even when you said you're alright, he'll excuse it with, "it's fine, I don't want you getting hurt."

It was cliché, but this?

This is even more cliché.

You expected it, but why a café? Your aesthetic clashes together with the softies sparing glances at your vibrant, overly-the-top, leo-patterned look. You're basically like a walking customizable doll, stumbled into a place filled with one-style toys, and Gojo seems to be fitting as one of them.

"Don't over think it too much, they probably think you look cool." He reassured. Maybe they do, but you wouldn't see a café as an ideal first date, not for you atleast.

You're used to liquor, not caffeine.

"Do you usually go here?" You ask him, and surprisingly he nods a no. "I don't. But I thought it'd be nice to treat you to coffee and sugar. I usually go to the arcades after class." He replied, and you think it's best to just stick with the café idea.

You pick up your cup of coffee; the sweet and coffee-like aroma fills up your nose before you dip your lips in to take a sip. It's hot, still warm, and feels sort of bitter without the taste of sugar. Your eyes keep glancing over to him, and he seems to be doing the same — you lost count of how many times you two locked eyes, or barely even locking. Just a few quick stares accompanied by his sheepish giggle.

You lean towards him now, "I didn't get to catch your name yet." You seem flirtatious, and Gojo definitely took it that way when he's fidgeting with his polo like that.

"Seiru." He hesitated for a moment, "Gojo Seiru."

The conversation felt brief and awkward that you just had to laugh. "Seiru?" You repeated "Oh, I thought your name is -"

"Satoshi? Satori?" He smiles, letting out a scoff. "Being twins doesn't always mean me and Satoru would have the same first two syllables in our names. That's too common." He places his cup of coffee next to yours. "Besides, I think my name gives myself my own sense of identity you know?"

"Ah.." you muttered. "Yeah, I guess so."

His eyes seem to soften at you, too soft — as gentle as him taking your hand into his. "You know Y/N." He plays with your fingers, eventually slipping through the gaps between them with his own, intertwining both your hands together. "I was wondering if you wanna spend time together again after this-" he suggested. No he doesn't mean to fuck, it can't be that.

He's asking for another date.

Without backing down from your intentions towards him, you respond with a nod. "Of course~" you hummed. "Oh right, since there's no class tomorrow, you mind if I come over to your place?" with an underlying intention of getting your stuff back from Satoru's bedroom.

If eyes could gleam then Seiru's would be shining on you right now. He seems excited with the idea, and it's vividly shown that it's hard to miss. "I wouldn't mind at all." He flaps his hand at you. "And I intended to ask you if you'd like to come over. Satoru wouldn't be home around 3 to 6PM, so we got 3 hours together." Perfect, that's perfect.

One and a half hour with the nerd and the rest is spent on getting your stuff back.

"Then come pick me up around 3:30PM, yeah?" You smiled, drawing lines on his palm with your long nails, sending shivers down his spine. "This first date is great; we can continue half of it at your house tomorrow." You prop yourself back up, pushing the chair back as you stand in front of him. "Don't be late okay?" You give him a kiss on the forehead then turn around, ready to leave. Before you could step out of the door, he grabs you by your wrist.

"Y/N" he breathes, "May I have your number first?" His other hand shakes as he holds his phone. You hum at him, almost forgetting that you need to contact him whenever.

"Sure" you grab his phone as soon as he input the password, typing your phone number out in his contacts. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs down to cover up his longing stare at you. "You didn't have to kiss me you know." He groans.

You look over to him as you finish inputting your phone number, showing it to him on the screen as you hand his phone back. "But I wanted to." You teased, which only added fuel to his flustered state. "You can have more tomorrow, now I really gotta go." You're in a rush to go home already.

Without waiting for another response from him, you leave the café. Your cup and his sits close to each other on the table, yours barely finished.

Seiru looks over to his phone and sighs, fingers gliding over to the profile of you, that you added yourself into his contacts:

Y/N!<33 - he typed as your contact name.

Now he just needs to wait for the exact time he should chat with you, and not the time where he makes himself look desperate to shoot a text. But he failed miserably.

As soon as you get home, your phone blings and a notification pops up.

You had already strip all of your uncomfy accessories and cloth layering, leaving you with your tank top and underwear on to sleep with for the night. The room is fairly lit, and you were waiting to open your social media until Seiru sent a message.

I guess you can entertain him for a little while.

That bit of time stretched to hours — you didn't even get to sleep. The whole time he's been asking you a bunch of questions about yourself, that at this point, he already knows all about you passing surface-level information about your life and what you are as a person. Why did you have to over share?

You didn't know what else to respond besides "mm" and "yea" to his messages when he started ranting about scientific theories, anime hits and spotify. The conversation was all mixed up, and the only info you picked up about him is when he kept mentioning Digimon.

It was late — 2AM and he's still awake. You managed to draft out a goodnight text to him before sending it. You fell asleep afterwards, your phone dropping to the floor creating a loud thud at the same time your phone rings with a new notification.

Y/N!!<33: Goodnight, I'm becoming too sleepy. It's been 2jairs to Il gon sleeppeep.

Gojo Seiru: Oh haha, alright then. Goodnight.

"Your typos are so cute." Seiru mutters to his phone screen that showcases you and his last text together before fisting his cock to let out his impending release. "I'm so hard." he grunts, stroking the base repeatedly until cum oozes out of the tip, soothing his dick back to its soften state. He sighs out of relief as he lays flat on his bed, looking up at the ceiling that he had just placed a mirror on. He can barely see himself with how dark and blurry his vision is. The lights are off, but his semen glistens at its reflection, still coating his dick. He has to clean this shit up before tomorrow.

You barely got any sleep that you decided to sleep in through the morning and wake up in the afternoon. That long conversation with Seiru was not something you intended to let it keep going, but unfortunately for you, he had already got you hooked to chatting with him.

"Fucking hell.." you groan at another alarm going off, that's the 4th one. You could just turn it all off and maybe sleep in the whole day, but you already confirmed to be picked up at 3:30PM. You're not the type to back down on plans, not even around people you only just started hanging out with.

You turn the last alarm off, reluctantly getting out of bed to take a quick shower. You have no time to cook brunch, so might as well eat food at the Gojo's residence.

You come back to your room, spending the rest of the time picking out clothes to wear. There's a variety to choose from your big wardrobe, and little time to think. When you check your phone, it's already 2:55PM.

You get a notification from Seiru as early as 2:55PM.

Gojo Seiru: Hey, I'm outside of your house now.

Gojo Seiru: I'm waiting inside the car, take your time if you need.

"What the fuck?!"

There isn't even any time to take, not when he's already waiting outside.

You quickly pick whatever outfit you can as long as you look great. A few taps on the face with your makeup brush and you're good to go.

You rush out of your door, only to be welcomed by Seiru standing infront of your gate. His height surpasses the level of tallness of your gate, so much that you can see him waving his hand at you and adjusting his glasses afterwards.

"you're early, it's only 3PM." You said, checking your watch to clarify. "Actually, it's four already.. I would consider myself late." he sounds disappointed in himself, but 4PM?

you check your watch in a haste, seeing that it is 4PM. You must've read the alarm wrong when you woke up.

It doesn't matter anymore at this point, not when you're inside his car and sitting next to him. The proximity between you both is close, you could almost feel his pinky glide over your bare thighs as he lets go of the hand brake.

It didn't take long until you both arrived at his and his brother's place. The Gojo's residence — empty, well-cleaned, and no Satoru on sight. You approximately have 2 and a half hours to go through his room to get your stuff back.

But Seiru seems to be occupying you from doing so. Although you guys only went on a date once, he is being incredibly clingy. His arm sneaks down to wrap himself around your waist. His fingers caresses your sides, and his eyes linger longer on your figure than it should. It may not seem like it, but the tension between you both feels high.

"Wanna come see my room?" He asks, letting go of you momentarily. "it's better to rest after all."

He leads you into his bedroom. As you expected, he's a total geek.

Shelves were filled with figurines, walls were designed with posters of unfamiliar people and characters you have no knowledge of, and his huge gaming pc that he probably spent thousands of yen in.

You didn't know what else to do besides lay on his bed. "I still feel sleepy.." you yawned, all the while thinking about how to get into Satoru's room.

Seiru joins you on the bed and lays beside you with respectful distance. He turns his head at you. "You can sleep. I'll wake you up when it's time to take you home." His eyes follow yours, noticing how you close them — a quiet snore follows from you.

He's still awake, watching you slumber on his bed. He couldn't look away and take a quick nap aswell, he focuses on how you push your breasts together as you sleep sideways. He's facing you, and you don't know you're facing him. You turn around to face the opposite side, giving Seiru the opportunity to jerk off.

He quietly tries to unbuckle his pants, zipping it down to expose his hard cock. It springs free, already so excited. He can't put it in you, not yet, he doesn't know how to.

He stares at your back, and his hand starts to work. He strokes it slowly, letting out inaudible moans and whimpers. Seiru wants to bring himself close to you, but he knows he can't have you just yet.

This is so perverted. He mutters to himself; tho he can't help it. His pace in stroking speeds up, seeing you move around in your sleep. The weight on the bed feels heavier because of him, yet you remain oblivious, not knowing he had already cum.

He holds his cock tightly, getting off of the bed while gripping onto it to get a tissue. His other hand grabs pieces of it and uses it to cover his tip. The semen submerges into a tissue paper, then he eventually throws it out in the bin next to his desk.

+

It's about to be 6PM, and you're still sleeping on his bed. As much as Seiru wants to keep you there, he needs to wake you up before his brother comes back home.

"Hey Y/N." He pokes the side of your shoulder, earning a groan from you as you slowly wake up. You see him, wearing a jacket and his rim-glasses. He almost looks attractive in this sort of view. "It's almost 6:00PM, I should take you home now before your parents get worried.." he smiles. You prop yourself back up by taking his offered hand to lift you off the bed. You still feel sleepy, pressing yourself against his chest. "Alright." You muttered out. He guides you out of his bedroom with his (cleaned) hand, pressing the small part of your back to push you further out the door with him. The sky dimmers, and the street lights were soon to open up.

He takes you inside his car, and once you're seated, he closes the car door and moves to the driver's seat.

"well, did you sleep well?" He intends to tease as he starts the engine. You nod with a tired smile on your face. You two didn't do much today, and you couldn't get your stuff back. Maybe next time you can.

"I'm sorry if we didn't spend much time together like I promised." You sound almost guilty, but Seiru just shrugs it off when you look at him for a response. "It's cool." He replied, taking a swift turn on the road. "I was pretty tired too so I ended up taking a nap as well."

The conversation between you both was as brief as always. The tension comes from the accidental stares, the short skin-to-skin contact, and the close proximity. You wanted to say something, maybe question why how easy Seiru is to go out with you. When you were still with Satoru, he never bat an eye at your presence, not until now.

But all thoughts that cloud the mind were disrupted as Seiru comes to a stop at your house.

"We're here now" he hit the brakes, shifting his hand to his lap. "I had a wonderful time today—"

He was silenced by your sudden invasion to his mouth. Your lips caresses his, before slowly succumbing into a real kiss. His eyes widens; he didn't pull away, didn't shove you out of nervousness. He just sat there, kissing you back, and he's growing incredibly hard under.

"Thanks for the time, Seiru" you pull away from the kiss. "Um, I apologize if all I did was sleep on your bed. I wanted to get to know you better, atleast." You don't know whether or not what you're sprouting out to him are lies or you mean it half-heartedly.

He didn't question further nor argue at that fact. He only just started spending time with you more, and with how you're presented to him, you look hot and exhausted at the same time.

"It's fine, you don't have to always apologize you know?" he chuckles. "Now, you should probably head back inside to get some rest."

You smile at him then give him another kiss, this time it caught him off guard. "Thanksiesss!" you exclaimed before heading out. You close the car door on your way exiting his car, then he drove off while waving you a goodbye.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" You grunt as you lay flat on your bed. "Why did I do that?!" you question yourself begrudgingly. It was out of spite, no preparation whatsoever. It came to mind to apologize to him that way because that's what you'd always do with Satoru when he's upset. You can chat him right now, say that kissing him is a grave mistake, but it had already happened; if you back out now, you won't get to bring him to the party to shove it in his brother's face.

You're that committed to ruining Satoru.

The stress about Seiru passes by as midnight hits. You feel sleepy again, too numb to think and too exhausted to change. The motivated thing you did this evening is eat and wash your face. Your clothes stays on, the uncomfortability and relaxation mixing up as you drift to sleep in the comfort of your own bed. It'll pass. It's not like Seiru is completely infatuated with you already.

+

Seiru drives all the way back home, and it was just silence on the way there. The passenger seat feels empty without you around. He's hesitant to lay a finger on the empty seat, not wanting to see himself as a freak.

"Focus Seiru, focus.." he breathes. He's almost home, so the road is safe enough for him to take a quick check on his phone. He fumbles through the insides of his pocket, mistakenly putting it there instead of being next to the handbrake. He takes out his phone, but his clumsiness makes it fall and slip under the carseat.

"Shit.." he grunts. He stops the car infront of a random house for a moment to get his phone back.

He blindly explores through the feeling of rubbish under the chair. He clicks his tongue, groaning in frustration. "Does Satoru even clean this car when I ask him to?" he says to himself. his hand works furiously to get across the random items under the driver's seat, all the while painfully arching his back. He feels he got his phone, but also something brushing against his fingertips – a silky fabric. He accidentally grabs both instead of dismissing the other. He's surprised to see him caught an underwear that's seemingly apart of a lingerie set, along with his phone. He puts down his phone fast, examining the underwear up close. Does he dare to smell it?

He takes a quick sniff, inhaling perfume from it. it didn't feel old, but he can smell a bit of a tangy scent at the spot where it covers a woman's genital. He take another sniff again of the undergarments – the perfume smells exactly like yours.

It's unlikely of him to keep a panty inside the car, and is it possible that you slip it in? His brother barely uses the car, and most likely satoru doesn't know. Is it your way of teasing his brother?

Satoru barely uses the car and lets him drive it instead. The only time he ever uses it is to bring you over to their place.

It's definitely your underwear. Will he keep it tho? most likely.

He gulps down the remaining conscience he has left that tells him to leave it be, then drives off to reach back his house.

3 WEEKS BEFORE THE PARTY

It hasn't been long since you and Seiru went on a date. Actually, it's only been 2 days.

And he's blowing your phone up like crazy.

You're convinced he's either madly in love with you or he has too much free time in his hands. You assume he'd be busy making countless of presentations to recite in front of his professors for an assignment (that's how far you know about the education course), but the amount of times he texted you is the amount needed to even finish that sort of work. That's how much he's been chatting you.

1 day after you and his date, he's been sending you goodmorning and goodnight texts, along with unsolicited updates on how he is. Shoko caught a glimpse of it, and the whole day she's been teasing you about it.

Then during class, where you have to learn about garment construction and technical skills, your phone rings countless of times. You were asked to exit class and catch up with the lessons through recording instead.

And albeit none of those sound too bad, he decided to text you right now while you're with Sukuna.

"Who the fuck is that again?" Sukuna grunts, irritated and annoyed by the ringing. You groan alongside him, checking your phone and sees Seiru's messages. Half of it is cut off by the limitation of just the notification can show you, and you don't want to click on it and read of what else he said.

"Just a friend." You excused. Sukuna seems to find that laughable.

"I don't think Shoko nor Mei mei would spam you that much, pretty." He blows a cloud of smoke at you, inhaling the rest of what his vape has to offer. He's ridiculous, and you don't know why you're here in the first place. You decided to pay him a visit for the purpose of getting back at Satoru for cheating on you with Miyu. You wanted to fuck, but your mind is stuck on the Gojo twins way harder than Sukuna sitting next to you on his bed, rock-hard.

"I have other friends too, you know." you snickered, and he just smirks at you.

"Oh yeah? well I don't see you hanging out with other people besides those two. My perception doesn't lie." asshole.

Do you still want to fuck this guy?

The phone rings again, and you just had to put it on dnd and shut it off for the meantime. Your fingers find its way to Sukuna's bare chest, leaving him shutter beneath your touch.

"You talk too much." You hiss through your teeth. "So I'll shut you up for it, as long as you don't tell your buddy gojo."

He gazes up at you, hands barely up. "Fine, I wont" he smirks, then your fingers start to work all the way down.

"Promise?" you ask.

"Promise."

+

Seiru stares blankly at his phone, gripping harder onto the fabric of his shirt to forcibly keep it up. his abs are expose, sweating by the heat coursing through him as he jerks off. "Fuck, why won't you answer?" He ask to the screen, showing nothing but his double texts in your dm.

He continues stroking his cock, this time in more urgency. He's unsure of how many times he had come already, but it's enough to leave your panty he found inside the car soaking. As soon as his semen pops out, he cleans it off with the underwear, making his dick hard again as it reminds him who it belongs to.

"Shiittt Y/N.." he moans like he's begging for you to watch him. You wouldn't pick up his calls either, and that's what gets him off. You ignoring him, and the idea of you being busy with your studies and being a good and responsible student turns him on the most.

He bites his lip until it hurts, making sure he suppress the noises longer until he reaches his next release.

"Hey Seiru." Satoru barge into his room, leaving Seiru in shock. He was quick enough to cover himself up, facing away from his twin brother while gripping his cock beneath the blanket.

"What the fuck Satoru?! don't you know how to knock??!" Seiru shouted. "Knocking ain't nothing if you don't lock your door, bro." Satoru responds, making him even more annoyed.

"Anyways, I lost something – I kept it inside the car but I can't find it. Do you know where it is?" Satoru asks. he's unbelievable.

"And how am I supposed to know what you lost?" Seiru couldn't fight the urge to roll his eyes . He grabs a pillow and hugs it, making sure he's completely covered. "What does it look like?"

For some reason, that last question made Satoru go silent. Seiru couldn't see his brother's reaction, but Satoru was definitely flushed and unsteady. "It's- uh- you know what? it's nothing." he brushes off. The sound of the door creaks, signaling Satoru's leave from the bedroom. "I'll just find it myself, 's probably somewhere."

The door shuts, only leaving Seiru with the sounds of lowered-volume porn playing in his earphones combined with his heavy breathing. "Weirdo.." he grunts. He wonders what he was looking for, then it hit him.

The soaked panty that once belong to you, now wrapped around his greedy cock catches his attention once more. The realization leaves him spiraling.

Oh. Oh.

such fucking perverts.

author's note: Took me a week to finish LOL. Been caught up with a lot of stuff lately, so me working on series will be slow. Part3 coming up next <33 Thankyou so much for all of the support in the last ep !!

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Though they weren't wrong in the end at the very least; you have met Gojo Satoru at a club. You treat drinking like its your second choice, second home. Clubbing way later than you anticipated would be considered your first, and for whatever reason, the night you went to the club again for a drink was the night that had you pinned. Literally.

Gojo is such an eyeful: white soft hair pouring down his forehead, with a red cap worn backwards to compliment his tank-top whose fabric is seeping through his skin, exposing every bone and muscle this man had to offer to you.

You were moaning, screaming even- neither of you were near drunk when you were taken to his house to fuck for the very first time. Sounds of creaks coming from his worn-out bed indicates that you weren't his first, but his movements suggests that you 'fuck better than anyone else he hooked up with' is what he said while buried deep inside of you, the tip reaching places you didn't know you had. It was the best, and for you, your virginity was taken by an absolute freakshow with ravishing pecs. Even for your first time, you thought he'd leave in the morning given his haughty appearance, but when you woke up? he asks you to be his girlfriend.

Sure it was random, sure weeks into the relationship had passed and you already thought of moving with him, sure you moved into his university despite the different preferences in course (which didn't take long for you to regret), and sure you didn't mind he unsolicitedly open up about his past of having a handful of exes, atleast he's honest right?

Gojo is your first ever boyfriend, and you've been nothing but good to him due to lack of prior relationship experience. Ironically for a frat and former playboy, he's been sweet to you throughout the year of being together. You think he changed his own ways after meeting you, that you just fixed him, but after a month into your 1 year relationship, he have gone MIA.

At the worst time possible, you're left to deal with the rumors running around about him. You're his girlfriend – of course you have to handle the drama that surrounds you and the topic of being Satoru. Does he not know you're sick of defending his puny ass against everybody who hates his guts, and joined in the 'fun' of spreading the gossip like it's gospel, long before knowing about you? He doesn't, because he's not picking his phone up when you try to call him.

ᥫ᭡ "Where the fuck is he?!" loud thuds from your cellphone to the table hits. Despite your irritation, your fingers began working on the keyboard again, desperately reaching out to Gojo.

<3: Babe, where are you??

<3: Helloooo??

<3: Answer me !!

He has completely gone MIA.

While you were clinging onto your phone like its your last life support, your friends on the other hand watches you like some entertainment channel. Shoko chugging down a can of beer and Mei-mei trimming her hair. "Sis, relax." Shoko groaned, a burp follows after two hits to her chest. "Your boyfriend is most likely struggling with his missing assignments again."

The scissor simmers through Mei's hair, cutting just barely. "He left almost all of us delivered." She followed, "that's where you know he's locking in bae." Neither were helpful.

You could barely keep your eyes from rolling when you hear the two sharing a giggle. "Well he doesn't have the brains to finish em." in a matter-of-factly way of saying. "I need him right now to clear off his name and have these people shut up about him cheating on me! He can't just throw away our 1 year worth of relationship!". Struck with panic, you know he'd have been going to class if he's catching up with past-due activities before graduation. Now you wonder, why hasn't he taken action if the current news around campus is all about him?!

"Y/N" Shoko throws the can into the trash bin behind you with ease. She lays herself down on the couch's headboard, eyes darting at you like she knows something. "You know how Satoru can get" – that response drew frustration out of you even more.

She didn't have to say it, but you know Satoru's demeanor; you know how he is. A man sweetened by you, capable in loving someone so genuine that all past self can be forgotten, but never someone who can face problems, and the type to dip out when given the chance to. That's the man you ended up with.

But why be ungrateful? He gave you the experience. You're seen with him, and you're seen by his friends. Good things comes in prices. And the price of being with him is his emotional unavailability.

"I'm gonna go out and drink." You didn't think it through, but indulging into your habits that had became dormant because of your twisted love life can fix things. Shoko and Mei-mei think it can.

You head out of the dormitory and into the halls, heels clicking against the wooden floor. You check through your phone again – still nothing. No signs of your haughty boyfriend around campus either. You stop your tracks for just a moment, but the tapping of heels continues, getting louder in each step until you turned around and see.

"Y/N" clouds of smoke was released after she calls out your name. The voice was too familiar to be mistaken for someone else.

Miyu – Gojo's ex . Her name contrasts with her personality: A snobbish bitch. Her outfit was self-explanatory with the way she wears branded clothes yet has her foundation on thicker than a birthday makeup. She eyed up at you, then down to the very tip of your toes like she's waiting for you to crack at her sudden appearance. You scowled, already stepping into her personal bubble and yet she didn't walk away. "What the fuck do you want Miyu?"

You stand tall infront of her, her height appearing shorter than yours but an ego so big, you could practically smell it through her old-fashioned perfume she unfortunately had to wear today. "I've heard all about the rumours of Satoru cheating on you." It was a no brainer for a member of a sorority full of dick-driven sluts to hear about the rumours. Hell, it's all over campus. Just how popular Gojo can be?!

Only you know about their infamous background, yet nothing has driven you to spare a peep of details on what goes on with the fraternity girls like her. "How unfortunate for a new girl like you to be just another plaything~" her provoking tone riles you, only proving your point further on why she was dumped by Gojo.

Without a second to spare you grab her by the hair, pulling her up as you grip, hoping to draw a mewl out of her. "I can do worse than this." you replied blatantly to her mock towards you. She huffs and chuckles, eyes smiling at you half-heartedly. "You're not afraid of being trampled are you?" her voice was condescending, laced with anger she's desperately keeping within. "I started the rumours – but you never know if it's really going to stay that way, bitch."

What did she meant by that? Its not uncommon of her to leave you alone ever since you got with her ex-boyfriend, but it is unlikely for her to lie too. 'She've earned the reputation of being a person who doesn't lie', you recalled from your last conversation with Gojo about her. Thinking about it pisses you off even more, that you dropped her from your grip without care. Her clumsiness of remaining balance had her ass fall to the floor. "Fuck you!"

You can just beat her up right now, no cameras were around and only her assistant watching, but didn't do anything to help. She didn't do much intervening with your quarrel towards her leader and remains pokered. Miyu just looks up at you with a sinister grin, chuckling under her breath like she just gone crazy.

"Psychos" you spat. Your heel presses against her designer bag laying next to the ruffles of her skirt. The grin on her face faded fast, leaving a satisfaction in yours.

You walk away, but her words coursed through your veins after she admitted to being the mastermind of the allegation. Miyu has always liked riling you up when Gojo is in the conversation, and makes you wonder why you haven't killed her yet. But catching a case of 20 years isn't worth to take a snob out. You didn't questioned her about it to avoid showing weakness, and knowing how long you've been with Gojo, any words she says doesn't effect you as much. Albeit the vape in your hand tells another story. "I really need to go out tonight."

The purple lights and the loud music welcomes you as you enter the club, makeup done and clothes tightly worn to show off your curves. A sake drink lays comfortably in your grip, being spun gently to let the ice cubes hits the corners of the cabernet. "Fuck, I needed this." you drink your thoughts away, ears filled with the sensual music playing in the background. "The club's not packed today, what gives?" your question shoots to no one specific, but the bartender looks at you in willing of giving an answer. "Bad weather today." He replied. "Plus, the prices of our drinks here has risen."

You laughed, gulping down your sake to the hilt. "No wonder this shit hits different than when I last drank it."

The bill was soon presented to you – his hand slides the paper down on the table you have your elbows relaxed on, and he sees your body shutters at it: 8,004 yen?! Were you too succumbed to the taste that you forgot to ask for how much it is before ordering? your reaction was too laughable to be fathomed, and you wanted to puke out the liquor to pay for half of it.

"I'll go to the bathroom real quick.." you hiccuped, coming down from the high chair. You take the bill with you to avert your gaze from the stern, unsmiling bartender. "You're not leaving until you pay for your drink." Those words were enough to provoke you out of there and into the halls reaching to the bathroom.

The noises drowns out as you step farther away from the dance floor. The drink must've gave you the worst migraine with the way you leap to the walls, holding onto nothing as you try to find a toilet to puke in. Though without luck, you find nothing but hear giggles and squelches in the corner of the hall. People were fucking, of course.

You have no time to listen to live porn while you're fighting for your life to not make a mess yourself. Your stomach hurls, yet no bathroom sign hanging around to indicate you're close. You can just hold it for a bit.

No, No you can't –

Your eyes moves in a panic while your legs relentlessly move, trying to distract yourself by pacing back and forth. Through mid-walking, you finally found a bathroom; it was next to the cornered room. You rushed inside the unoccupied single bathroom and immediately lock the door. You drop everything you had down to the floor, and fuck were you waiting to release the vomit you've been keeping down your throat.

The mushed and mix of supplements comes out of your mouth, what you drank and eat forming together to be a huge pile of grub that has you forcing release, then you puke directly into the toilet bowl, its water changing from clear waters into green and peach-colored mud. You slump against the porcelain after, then the sudden, violent heave seizes your chest once more. Your eyes waters, the acidic burn sears your throat accompanied by the harsh gag, mucus splatters onto the floor that leaves an acrid scent of bile that filled your nose. After a few coughs and built-up saliva coming out of both your mouth and nostrils, you finally finish. Your clumsy hand reaches out for the roll of tissue paper, half of it hitting the wet floor and sulk into it. You groaned out of frustration and scoot near to it to grab a piece from the upper level of the tissue roll. Your nose sneezes into it, letting out the remaining snots that still hang. gross.

Not as gross as the continuous slapping and mawkish moans you can hear through the thin walls. Just listening makes you want to leave, and you can't wait to.

You grab all of your stuff off of the floor, all the while bleeding your eardrums out to the imperishable sounds of sex. You were still nauseating, having little bits of you sobered up keeping you from losing your cool. But something caught you in between it, under the giggles and moans, you hear a familiar but irksome voice. Its too vivid.

It sounded like Miyu.

She barely caught your interest when she keeps getting louder; its infuriating, but that would be an understatement. You shake off the thought of letting your curiosity get to you further. Gojo once said to 'never let her bother you ever again'. But why do you hear the same exact voice from the other side of the wall?

It couldn't be, could it?

You're drunk, you're just fucked in the head.

Then it becomes clear; you weren't hallucinating and you're sure far from being completely drunk. Your eyes wander down, hoping for anything to distract yourself. But what lays before you is the carabet you were holding earlier, crazed with lines, depicting its fragile and soon-to-be-shattered state. You grab it off the floor, and you could barely see yourself through it as the cracks overtake its form. But you know your mascara wa slowly running.

You don't have a purpose to use it just yet. You're not sure if Gojo is in that room, yet.

You went out of the bathroom after taking all of your stuff, hands shaking as it holds them all. The more you walk to the door, the more stuff you drop, leading a trail of what could be a potential murder scene.

The door was slightly ajar, and you see a bit of light coming true. It was sensual, the color wasn't just plan white - it was red. Pushing your body to move further, you place your self against the cracked peep-hole to look. Not just for curiosity, but for reassurance.

Gojo can't possibly be-?!

– The shatter of glass creates a loud thud, and pieces of it starts to pool and splatter all around you. Your arms went limp, and for a moment you saw darkness. You wish you only see nothing but the dark, but instead you see Satoru getting fucked by his ex.

"Oh?" Miyu turned her head to you, face flushed and body coated in sweat. She was bare, it was the first time of having to see her bare next to your boyfriend.

Your eyes hesitantly moves to your boyfriend - pants unzipped, eyes blindfolded, and sweat dripping his bobbing adam's apple. "Don't worry, I didn't kiss him." Her reassurance feels backhanded, almost patronizing you. "We we're just having fun." ...fun?

"Fucking MY Boyfriend is fun?!" you shouted as your throat burns, not from the aftershock of the vomit, but fighting back tears that can ruin both of your mascara and dignity. You walk right towards her and she immediately gets off of him – The sound of squelch rings through your ears, making you pause your interference.

Your air-headed boyfriend perks up as soon as he heard your voice. "Y/N?" it sounded too innocent to be deemed genuine, and you didn't spare a glance at him after seeing him in his worst. Miyu didn't either, just looks at you like she just won the battle. "The rumours were true." she respond, blatantly, half-heartedly. She didn't have empathy to begin with. "It's not my fault he took me here ~ you ever wonder why he's barely online?" She waves her hand at you, fingers clinging on what seems to be his phone, unlocking the screen then showing you his messages app – he has his status off.

The look on your face, you feel completely crushed.

Miyu sighs, grabbing her skirt and pulling it over her legs, covering her bare bottoms. You scratch your teeth, hands folded into a fist - you can practically feel your nail sinking into the skin of your palm. Her on the other hand just continues to get dressed, pooling her shirt over her torso. "I feel bad for you" she cooed. Your nails sink in deeper into your skin. With the way she unapologetically grabs Gojo's limped body up with both hands onto his shirt, you could barely contain another shout at her face. "All those rumours must be weighing you down. But, atleast you're the first to know right?" Her eyes are shifting at you, a pierceful stare drawing out of yours. You take a step forward, dangerously making your way towards her. "Gojo has always been a playboy.." she looks up at him. At your man. "He'll never change."

For what felt like a few moments of him not speaking up, his lips finally parted. "Y/N.." he gruffed. His calloused finger slips through the crack of his blindfold, lifting it up and seeing both you and Miyu. You were drawing near now.

He looks confused, bewildered even. He feels like he could puke. "Fuck..have I been drinking too much?" He asked himself. He didn't pay attention to Miyu, but instead his eyes caught the moment you were about to strike.

"Y/N!—" His shout gets overpowered by the loud slap! Of your hand. Your palm lands on Miyu's face, hitting it so hard she fumbles in place and lands her head against the concrete wall that hasn't been covered with cement. Blood gushes out of the corner of her forehead, and she yelps in pain.

You blacked out, completely drunk out of your mind. You don't know where you're landing your hands on but it sure did make Miyu cry.

You punch her face, the mascara and lipstick sticks to your fist like print. You punch her again — salty tears coat your knuckles.

Miyu looks at you with her newly black-eye. She huffs and screams, landing a hit on you back. Your lips bleed as her slap hits directly onto it. "Fuck!!" You shouted in agony, tears of red paint your palm as you suck in your mouth. You remain on top of the helpless Miyu, whereas she's trying her best to catch her breath.

Your eyes wander to the nearest shard of your cabaret, grabbing onto it that left a slice in the corner of your finger, but a deeper cut into Miyu's forearm as she wails out another scream.

Satoru rushes up to you and grabs you from behind, temporarily getting you off of Miyu as she was already injured by your recklessness. "Fuck, are you insane woman?!" He shouted at you, referring to Miyu laying in the corner of the wall, unconscious. "Why'd you do that for, you didn't have to take things too far!" He continued shouting, his hand grips tightly onto your wrist, like he's trying to pull you away from her. You snap, then use the shard still cutting through your hand to swipe at him, but managed to dodge in time as Satoru pulls away in defense.

Tears run through your eyes, and it burns so much that you couldn't look at him directly. You didn't want to at least. "THIS is TOO FAR?!" You snap at him again, your heart pacing too fast. "YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH THAT BITCH YOU KEEP COMPLAINING TO ME ABOUT" Your heart thumps louder, your hand finds its way to the outline of his sleeveless top. He stands tall and lifts his head up, the tip of your shard pointing directly under his chin. Tears flood your eyes even more, and you start to sob. "You know what else is far?" You bit your lip in anger, pointing the tip even deeper into his chin, that he could feel it dig. You wait to tell what sounded like a joke, but your body convulses when your emotions start pouring out all at once. "This shard up your fucking ass!"

You feel yourself gag, dropping the shard down to the floor. Gojo takes a deep inhale as soon as you release him. Your body lumps, yet he hesitates to come near. "You cheated on me!" You emphasize again like he didn't hear it the first time. You break down to the floor and cry, everything about your look starting to fall apart. He stood there, as if confused - shock - stuck in a dilemma in this sort of situation. His adam's apple bobs, like he's thinking whether to say something or let you vent. "You cheated on me, you fuuccckingg skank!" Your words were barely coherent, slurs came out of your mouth faster than you can gag. You cough out, mucus spatting out and hitting the floor. "Liar..fuckinggg liarr!" You kept coughing, and coughing.. then a loud retch hit. You spewl out, vomit coming out of your mouth once more, sputtering as it pours. You gag and heave, until more releases out of you.

Gojo looks at you in shock. It is as if his body stops working besides his brain and eyes. He's staring at you, watching the wretching situation unfold, processing every little bit of it. He couldn't speak up, he can't, he didn't know what to say to you. He can only reach his hand out as your whimper in pain, but footsteps were coming near. Too near.

Shit, this isn't how you'd picture it to happen. At any moment you'll become a wanted criminal if you don't leave right now. With little dignity and soul you have left, you scan the area while listening to the steps. Growing louder and louder, you see a window conveniently at the other wall of the room. Gojo sees it too, then opens it to escape. He leaves before you, but you manage to follow. You lost him; he was gone when you finally went out while holding onto your aching stomach. You don't care anymore, you just want to leave.

Knocks on the door that leads inside the room can be heard, again and again, until they start continuously banging the wooden base and persistently nudging the door knob to unlock. You huff as you run to the road, hoping to stop a taxi to come pick you up. You hold one hand up as the other clutches to your stomach. Thankfully a taxi stops, and you run at it like it's your last resort to freedom. You lunge yourself inside and close the door, inhaling the sweet scene of lavender and cold breeze as you sit.

"Kyoto.." you cough, trying to catch your breath, "Downtown Kyoto, please."

The taxi driver steps on the gas pedal without further questions, accelerating the car to reach your destination. The sound of the engine roars under you, and it's enough to distract yourself. The driver must have not known you harm someone tonight, and a member of a sorority at that. You haven't paid for your sake, you didn't wash your face, you didn't fix your hair. Hell, what's worse is you left shards on the damn floor after you left the scene. You're becoming a wanted criminal, that is if Miyu is actually dead.

You didn't hit her too hard, you think.

Fuck, you're screwed.

You didn't get to sleep last night, and yet you decided to attend class. It's your first recess again with your girls and you haven't touched your food yet. Shoko and Mei-mei were becoming concerned.

They don't seem to know that you just beat up a sorority member that probably has a 100+ acquaintances that can maul your ass at any given moment. Sweats were rushing down your temples, and you're completely covered by an umbrella as you three sat on a patio. Your skin is as white as paper. You're turning pale, and Shoko strikes you a question for it —

"You alright bes? Food not good?" She's oblivious about the news, thank god. Unlike Mei Mei who gestures a joke that's a little too close to what's real. "Maybe she caught a body that's why she's pale." She giggled, it was too hard to read if the news had already spread. "Well if you did I hope it's Miyu." Shoko laughs, nudging Mei's shoulder. "she didn't go today, I wonder why? Sucking dick probably?" Yes, she was sucking your boyfriend's dick off. In fact, she was sinking into it!

Killing yourself would be a better option than to face sorority members that can outnumber you with just their big-boob members. But if that's gonna happen, you might aswell kill Gojo Satoru along with you.

"He cheated on me." You intervened, and the two went silent. Shoko quickly moves from her spot next to Mei and onto yours. She hugs you tightly, and you think that she's being sarcastic with it by how she coddles you. "He doesn't deserve you." She uttered, patting your head next. "You don't deserve that asshole, Y/N."

Honestly? She's right. You're not being cocky but, what did you do wrong besides drinking and partying all night and harming a sorority member?

Mei watches you both from the other side of the table, the sunlight gleams onto her signature smile as she comes up with an idea. "You should date his twin brother as revenge." — simple as that, and it hasn't been a day and a half since you caught your frat boyfriend betraying you. Shoko was too happy about the idea, that she lets go of you momentarily to listen in. "Oh, definitely!" Shoko exclaimed. "And you should totally invite him over to our party too. It's in 4 weeks after all ~ and your .. ex boyfriend will be there." She claps her hands together. "Imagine the look on his face once you go out with his twin brother. I mean, not like out-out, but just to fuck him to get Satoru all riled up." .. Twin brother?

Oh right, him.

You've seen Gojo's twin brother before, probably like, thrice throughout your streak on going to their place. He looks just like Satoru, except he looks like a complete geek. He's average, but nowhere near hot. He appears once in a full moon and goes straight back to his little man-cove. You caught a glimpse of his room, and it's filled with posters and figurines. Not only that, he only had school materials laying around his desk. So diligent, so stupidly the opposite of you and the man you used to love before yesterday happened. The only thing you're confident in knowing about him is, well, he's a Gojo.

The idea was stupid.

But oh, do you love to draw out drama.

Your friends will be bringing their boyfriends to the party, and you can't be the only one single. You grin at the idea, then you prop yourself up and off your seat. "4 weeks right?" You asked. "A month to get his twin to go to the party with me..bet."

Mei was thrilled about your agreement, and she quickly wrote down something on a little note pad before ripping it out to give it to you. "Here, find this person."

You take the note off of her hand, then draw your eyes closer to read her small-letter calligraphy; "Utahime Iori — Education Department."

"She has dark purple hair with a bow behind the back of it.. it's not like she change aesthetic, so it's easy to spot her." Mei explained. Education department? That is SO far from your department. You groan out, grabbing your vape then inhaling another of its scent. "Fine, I'll go see her if she happens to know where Satoru's twin is at." You exhale out smoke.

You leave the patio and head your way out the gates while it's still recessed. You have to hurry since you barely got time to head all the way back, and you're definitely not running in heels.

You try to pick up the pace, and in the worst way possible you come across Gojo Satoru. He didn't spot you, but his friends Sukuna and Toji sure did.

Sukuna gestures to him that you're there, and he turns his head after a milisecond of knowing. He comes up to you, leaving you no place to run nor to back away. Fuck.

"Y/N." Satoru exclaims as he goes up to you. "Y/N, I can explain about what happened last night, I—" slap!

Your hand flies over to his cheek, leaving a red mark on it. He hisses in pain, then looks at you as he gruff. "What the fuck, Y/N?"

"Fuck you too." You spat, "There's nothing to explain. I've seen it all — you had her riding your fucking dick while you left me hanging with people within and outside of my department, all talking about you." He was about to speak, till you press the tip of your finger against his lips — pushing it a little too hard. "We're done, Satoru." You spare a glare at his friends next who was standing idly. "And tell your homeboys to fuck off. Especially Sukuna."

You pass by Satoru, then pass by the two men next. Your skirt moves along with your walk, earning a lick from Sukuna's lips and a loud groan from Satoru.

"shit, that was hot." sukuna muttered, too loud for satoru to hear. "Fuck off, Kuna."

Satoru's eyes watch you before you disappear from his sight. He'll find a way to get you somehow.

— You finally find the education department. A few students were there, and you already have spotted your target.

Dark purple hair, a bow behind her.. and conveniently just outside of the department!

You rush at her while she's still picking up some books from her outdoor locker. The person she was just talking to leaves, giving you time to speak to her without disturbance.

"hey!" You exclaimed, catching your breath as you finally reached her before she leave. She flinches from your sudden appearance, wondering who you were and why you're here. "Do I know you?" Obviously not.

"I'm Y/N, I'm from the uh.. Fashion Department." You straightened your back and stood tall, politely holding your hands together. She observes you, seeing the flashy trinkets hanging around your skirt and jacket, then to your updo — also flashed with accessories and designs. She tries to act like it wasn't exasperating to look at.

"I was wondering." You wonder, you wonder deeply. "If you know a person who's a Gojo around here?"

Utahime was hesitant to answer for a few seconds, looking away from your plea in an attempt to think deeply right in front of you. "uh, yeah, but he isn't here."

Damnit, just your luck. You scratch the nape of your neck, admitting defeat (and a waste of time to go all the way here.) You just offer a reluctant smile and hopefully come across him at a local café sooner or later. "Thanks anyways."

You turn around and accidentally bump! into someone. You fall backwards from the impact. "Sorry-" you utter out. The person's hand reaches out to you, offering to put you back in your feet. "Are you okay?" He ask. That voice.

You slowly look up, seeing your boyfriend - no, his twin offering his hand to you. He looks just like him, identical even.

You most certainly have to get his attention now.

You've always been socially awkward with people, and you consider it a curse. The type to fiddle with her glasses every time the pads slide down your nose bridge, the person who'd stim by saying random phrases and words, who is also forced to piece it together when someone asks what you were saying, and the geek who flips out when her favourite character gets mentioned, unaware the people are not as cultured as you are in their lore. And the worst part? you're in the age where everyone seems to mature faster than you could blink.

Seriously, you think it's hopeless for you to make friends.

During class, you'd hear your classmates praise you for your diligence, and yet none approached you to say it directly. They mutter their words about you to eachother like it could trigger an allergic reaction within you if not careful. They're coddling you, treating you as fragile as a daisy, like you could be torn to shreds at any given moment.

You've earned nothing in the class but the title "Quiet Chick" just embedded on the forehead, and it stings.

You could talk, you can try, but you can only chirp — maybe let out jokes then and there but never reach 'peak' humour that seems to entertain people for just a week. You're a laughing-stock yourself.

You're drawing idly on a sheeted paper you took from your binder, pressing your wrist onto its loops to keep it still. Your pencil traces its sleek surface, and a hand comes in your vision to take you right out of your comfort zone. You look - for a bit. Whenever this happens, your mind circuits to someone asking for something. And you don't want to hear any more questions that'll disturb your peace, such as something along the lines of "do you have notes?"

"Hey, do you have notes I could borrow?"

Fuck.

You hesitantly look over, your vision blurring out as you didn't completely rotate your head in a 180° angle. You just see the arms of your glasses. And you can feel that 'someone' behind you chuckling.

Double Fuck.

You undoubtedly embarrassed yourself again; or at least a failed side-eye attempt is considered embarrassing. Your head nudges forward as you feel a finger stroke your hair, catching you off guard and making you turn your head completely —

White strands of hair gets caught with your bangs, and a low squeak comes out of your mouth. You back away in a panic, almost falling off of your chair. "Geez, why you'd have to be so near just to ask me something? I can hear you just fine!" You bite.

"oh? My bad, you just didn't turn around when I asked. I thought you were purposely ignoring me. Like that's ever gonna work." He bites back.

And although you were intentionally ignoring him, there's no use going further if he's gonna bother you, and with no sense of personal space?!

But he seems different — not the kind where you'd only see him attend class once a week, and you vaguely remember him for that. He never approached you before, but you know him.

Gojo Satoru, the class clown in your batch. He's always at the back making people laugh every time the professor says something that can potentially be a joke in his favor. You've come across him before, but never spared a glance at him, not ever.

His appearance is what mislead teachers into thinking he's a good kid. He wears glasses that compliment his face, pale skin like the snow but bits of acne scars are noticeable, and he has that whole vibe where he wouldn't hurt a fly.

But turns out, he's friends with almost everyone that mocked you. Yet, he never approached, until now.

He holds onto your binder you hand out to him, "thanks" he taps the cover like it's asmr. "It'll be quick, I'll just take pictures of your notes~"

You couldn't care less, because you've already reviewed and completed your notes for the day. You went back to sketching, and when you expected him to be leaving now, he stops and hums towards your work.

"You draw fan arts?" His voice was undoubtedly excited. "Cool! I know that character" he points his finger, painfully pressing it against the drawing that you still haven't finish with its line art yet - bits of smudge of the ink printing against his fingertip. "I didn't know you're a fan of anime too; Wait, don't tell me you watch your episodes in dub." He paused for a moment. He's into that sort of stuff too? and for a moment you were hesitant to speak up, let alone keep eye contact with him while his stare is shooting darts at you, oddly anticipating your response.

"I don't watch it in dub" you said, the tone of your voice is barely audible for anyone but him. "I like the voice acting in japanese better, albeit saiki k is better in dub, no doubt."

That brought satisfaction to Gojo's face.

Unfortunately for your time he kept talking to you about his other interests; besides anime, he's into gaming, watching playthroughs, staying up late, arguing with middle schoolers on tiktok – and to your surprise, he's into drawing too.

After class he asks you for your social media page to dm you his art – it was something you didn't know you'd laugh at in 12AM. For a guy who'd draw unhinged fanart of his favourite characters (possibly his friends too), he sure knows how to draw anatomy well. And no doubt he's living up to his name as the "class clown" when he had you laughing from time to time as you two began to hangout.

At first, it started off with just you and Gojo spending time together, then quickly escalated to you meeting his little friend group, consisting with different people from different classes. Shoko, Nanami, Geto, and Haibara - eventually you meet two first years in the school and invited them over to join the group. Yuji and Megumi, who you see as two little brothers, would always come to outings everytime you're around. But they are Gojo's favourite trinkets to fiddle with, always having them run up to you venting about how annoying he is. Truthfully, you like that about him.

Even with a huge friend group, you and Gojo would still spend time together in private, and he'd obliged to the idea. there are times of late night calls, inviting one another to eachother's houses, sitting way too close for personal space during karaoke nights with friends, and when it was Valentines? he brought you lego flowers. In the end it broke into pieces and you yourself had to fix it, but still,

This is the first time someone has done this for you.

'He's your friend tho' is what your inner monologue would say – but it can't diminish the thump in your heartbeat every time he sneaks through your window to watch movies when you're supposed to be sleeping. How he'd greet you much earlier even tho there's 1 minute left to spare until it's your birthday. There'd be times he'll defend you against whoever dared to make fun of you, and what got you the most?

How he drank for the first time and his tolerance couldn't handle it.

"Y/N.." he hiccuped through the phone, and you'd picture bubbles coming out of his mouth. "I drank for the first time." and it sounded triumph.

You sat there with pen on hand, clicking endlessly on its cap as you think of 500 words to put in into your essay. You and Gojo video-called for the (first) fifth time, but this was a first.

Although your mind is focused on your assignment, you couldn't help but gaze over to the screen to see Gojo – almost fully faced into his pillow – flushed and frizzled, and looking at you.

"Y/N" he hiccuped again, and you didn't answer but just listened. "Come on, look at me." though he opposes the idea of you just listening.

Your fingers types in rapid speed on your laptop, putting in every paragraph you can think of into a website that can count your words automatically. You wanted to finish your work early, but Gojo keeps bickering you to focus on him.

"Hm?" you hummed, your eyes meeting his through the digital screen. he buries his face into the pillows then sighs "I shouldn't have drink" voice moist with regret "Fuck, I should've listened to you."

"I told you so" you replied while you type on your keyboard. "You wanted to feel the experience like everyone else does, but in the end it's still bitter."

You can feel Gojo's eyes staring at you through his screen. His broad shoulders relaxes for a moment, his lashes fluttering shut. "That's why I like it sweet." he murmured, his voice unmistakably hoarse. "I like you."

your mind short circuited to his response to you. You look back – his face gone from your view as its deep into the pillows, and his thick square-framed glasses in the corner of his video call. Your lips parted – you couldn't respond with anything back before he falls asleep. You don't know if this is a situation where you should joke by calling him stupid for saying that then make up for it in the morning. You just stare at him, unable to bring yourself to end the call.

"I like you"

your mind went silence after that came by your thoughts.

You decided to finish your essay in the morning while there's one day left during the weekends. For now you close the call, then your laptop, and went to bed. Heart filled with confusion and thrill, you don't know if he really means it. But you know one thing's for certain, is that you like him too.

And that's what brought you into a situation you can't escape. Your friend group finds out you have a crush on Gojo, surrounds you helplessly while blocking your path to see if Gojo is going to arrive anytime soon. You never felt so embarrassed, and that humiliation is rooted from the times of misfortune with your crushes back in your junior high school days. You really planned on confessing to Gojo, but you're more worried of being rejected in public now rather than just between you two.

And you definitely don't want that.

You rushed to the opposite side of the hallway, making your escape from his friends to make your way somewhere quiet. You arrived at the library to keep yourself hidden for awhile before Gojo finds out about your little happy-crush for him. You never liked the idea of someone doing your confession for you, because someone else would get to hear what he feels. And between you and Shoko, tea about someone can really rile Gojo in, and he'd find ways to give the worst and unhinged feedback. He confessed he did it to someone who used to have a crush on him, and that enough leaves you as someone who is no exception.

You sighed, trying to gather your thoughts altogether until you feel someone's presence looming over you. Gojo Satoru is right infront of you.

"Y/N." Gojo said, accompanied with a chuckle. You look up at him with sweat dropping down your face, emphasizing your nervousness. "Gojo-" you uttered.

"I heard from my friends that you like me." News spread quickly.

This is the worst spot to confess.

Well, you can't turn back now. You gulp down the remaining pride you have left, and face him like a bunny facing a wolf, only hoping not to be eaten ruthlessly.

"Yeah" you bite your lip "I do like you."

Silence came after that, and it was thick enough to suffocate you whole. You fumble with your glasses while his stayed perfectly in place.

"So-" you trailed off, "Its ok if you don't like me back-"

"I don't."

Oh

its ok, you're sure you don't need a response from him for it either. You stood there awkwardly, expecting for him to leave but he continued off – "It's funny that you like me tho; and really cute too~ I could honestly just eat you up for it, Y/N!"

what? now you're really confused.

He's laughing, his tone is sarcastic, but his delivery is - romantic? flirting? you don't know what he's doing but you're confused.

"What?" you responded. He just smiled at you, unread. "I just didn't expect for you to like me – I thought shoko was messing with me, but she isn't." his face turned serious all of a sudden. "Y/N, you're better off without me in the way."

Why did he have to add

now that hurts even more.

Your eyes looked away from his as he says that. All you did was nod, and in the end you were the one to initiate to leave first – you expected this would happen, and it didn't took long for you to cry it all out at night after thinking about 6 months of friendship with the funniest guy you know will be going to waste. You're unsure if you want to face him again tomorrow.

You went to school the next day regardless of what happened. You were hesitating to go inside the classroom and see Gojo surrounded by people as you enter, but no, he isn't anywhere.

Did he go absent? but his bag is there - and rest of the bags of your classmate is there to but the owners aren't present. Did something happen? were you late?

you rushed outside of the room to find any of the teachers down the hallway. results? none. No one must be present in the floor you're in.

You kept looking around until you stumbled upon two of your classmates standing around the corners. You walked up to them, calculating on what to say inside your head.

"Hey," you greeted "have you seen the others? the classroom is empty."

You were greeted back with a giggle, the other one looking at you with her eyes smiled. "Oh? were you looking for Gojo aswell?" they laughed "I thought you'd notice by now how he's standing right behind you."

"What?" you turned around, actually surprised to see Gojo right behind your back – with flowers and chocolate on hand, and the rest of the class behind like some fanbase. They were all giddy, and shouted in sync as Gojo hands you his gifts over.

The sounds are too loud, and you couldn't process on what's going on in time. You took the gifts in hand, confused; I thought Gojo didn't liked you back?

His glasses was pushing down to the base of his nose, the top frame covering half of his eyes – you can't tell how he looks at you, and it's between of him looking at you with authenticity or complete mockery.

"You like it?" he dared to ask, and the noises growing louder behind the two of you. The cheering was too much, and you doubt some of them are genuinely hyping this up.

"I thought you didn't like me?" you asked him, and he just shrugs.

"Well- um-" he hesitated, confused at what he's doing. "Of course I don't, maybe? you wanna find out yourself?"

The crowd synced in shouts once more, and they all looked at you when gojo attempted to flirt; with cameras ready and recording.

This is a joke.

This feels like a joke. Just what on earth is Gojo trying to do here?

"Toru, I'm not liking the attention you've put up for me right now." You response, feeling overwhelmed, clearly overwhelmed. But he kept pushing it, tugging tightly onto his polo while pushing back his hair – sweat drops running down his temples were clear. "Why not?" he asked right away. "Isn't this what you wanted? I faked of not liking you back so we can do this in a more thrilling setting. Besides, you've always told me that you feel alone and no one pays much attention to you."

Bullshit.

No way he just said that outloud - is he this oblivious by how much attention he gains from the class by playing jester?

Now they're recording you. Their camera clearly capturing your face. Every attention is on you but not on Gojo, who has his back facing them and his eyes onto you. You feel humiliated at this point, and by the only person you'd ever like so much and scared to break your friendship with.

"I have to go." you said, pushing them including Gojo aside. You rushed out of the scene with tears flooding your eyes. This didn't feel romantic at all, in fact this just makes you feel worse for liking him.

Gojo eyes darted at you - confused, he attempts to chase after you. "Wait, Y/N-!" he called, but you were already out of his sight.

The setup was horrible planning, and in the end Gojo and the class got in trouble for disturbing in the halls, causing an outrage of rumours going from class to class, and from grade level to grade level. The news got to his friend group as-well, and some say that you never come to approach them anymore, and even more so with Gojo himself. You were marked as absent and didn't come to school that day, and even the next day. He's worried, very worried. Gojo was never much of an romantic, and always have his ways through jokes and pranks – but none of what he did was a prank, besides him saying he doesn't like you. Still, you never liked it, not how you looked at him when the class was taking pictures of you with him that you never needed to happen. You don't know if he made a bigger fool of himself or you.

Gojo's restless, staring at his pc screen waiting for your reply as he impatiently clicks onto his mouse. He groans loudly, only hearing a notif sound just now.

He leans in and adjusts his glasses, seeing Geto's message pop up in the corner.

"I heard what you did for Y/N, do you need any help to make it up to her?"

those words struck him – maybe even Geto agrees that Gojo's definition of "romantic" wasn't as cool as he thought he was.

Gojo's fingers starts working on the keyboard, speeding up the pace of sending his message.

"Yea."

That simple of a response, but it's his bestfriend talking. Geto had flings and maybe even a girlfriend before, surely he knows how to win Y/N back.

Typing . . . Come meet me at my place tomorrow after school.

Bingo.

Gojo leaves his pc open, deep in thought, and utterly missing you. He's stupid, completely stupid when he likes someone. He just have to wait until he can fix all of this and make you talk to him again. This time, it'll be a better confession.