Geto simp

Wc: 836

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The introductory part of the poetry competition had dragged on for an half an hour now, and Geto Suguru was getting sick of it. He doesn’t see the point of such useless pleasantries. What would the principal with a science background care about a poem? He never expressed any such interest either, so Geto thinks making such a huge fuss by felicitating him and requesting a speech is pointless. He’s here for you anyways. And what you have written. He doesn’t hate poetry, and finds himself enjoying a few occasionally, but he’d be lying out of his ass if he said he wasn’t here solely for you.

His eyes almost seemed to be lazer focused on you, sitting with Utahime on the third row, pretending to listen to the speech while sharing laughs at whatever hushed conversation were having. He wonders if you participated, and what would your topic be about. He wishes he could ask Utahime for help, but knowing how loyal girls can be, she’d probably spill the beans on him.

He sighs, stretching his long legs in front of him, and finds himself reaching for his phone. He is sure no one would notice (or care) about him, tucked away all the way in the back. Despite his popularity, he’s not the reason why they’re all here, after all.

He opens his camera, and looks at himself. He’s never been particularly insecure but after falling for you, he finds himself wondering if he’s handsome enough, especially next to Gojo Satoru. Finds himself glancing at every reflective surface to make sure he looks presentable in the rare situation where you offer him that heart attack inducing smile when you accidentally see each other on campus.

His front camera mirrors his face back to him. He has tied his hair back in a bun, and had clipped his bangs neatly to the side. Piercings off to look less intimidating. He almost considered putting on the small Hello Kitty clip from Shoko that, in her words would "make him look more babygirl" but decided against it, deeming it overkill.

When you finally step up to the podium and begin reading, best believe he’s hanging onto every word. The themes, the title, the setting. He has his plan laid out in his head- listen to your poem, approach you after the competition and talk to you about it. You seem to be passionate about writing, so a good understanding of your work and an attentive audience should earn him some extra points in his favour, right? He mentally thanks all the fancy literature books that his mom actively encouraged him to read. It all lead up to this moment.

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"I can’t believe you didn’t win! Not even a third prize!?" Utahime complains the moment you’re out of earshot of everyone involved in the competition. You laugh at her sincere complain. She has always been supportive of ‘smaller talents like you’, as per her claims and remains your number one fan.

“Come on, it’s somewhat valid. The winners did write some pretty good stuff.”

“Even so…” she grumbles. But before she could launch another long rant about favouritism, a somewhat hesitant Geto Suguru approaches you both. It would have been preferable for him to talk to you alone but if he could convince you both that he’s sincere, that would be favourable considering friends can sometimes be the biggest hurdles.

“Hey… I saw you at the poetry competition today” he offers his best polite smile at the two of you, hoping this was a decent opening line.

“Oh right- Geto Suguru, was it?”

“Yes. I must say, I really thought you’d win something, I thought your poem was one of the better ones.”

“I’ve been saying!” interjects Utahime, and while she’s not his main focus, he’s glad to have the backup from a trusted source.

You look down modestly and chuckle- “ah, no, no it’s quite all right. Certain topics are favourable and they did a good job writing them, can’t discredit talent.”

“Well yes, but I think I’ve seen one too many Romantic era inspired poetry in these events. Yours was much unique, I like how you explored complex internal struggles.” As much as he’s trying to impress you by proving that he understands your work, he does hope desperately that he doesn’t sound like a try-hard straight from Reddit.

“Oh- thank you, this might be the first time someone has actually come up to me to discuss my writing, I’m kinda flattered.” You flash a sheepish smile, much more wider and sincere than the polite one, and he thinks his heart rates may reach alarming heights from the cuteness of it all.

“Don’t mention it. It’s the truth”

Another chuckle from you. He seems to be on a generational run.

“Wait- you said you often see me- do you visit these events yourself?”

He nods. “I do, but I’m not good at writing myself so I prefer reading- or er- listening as a way to engage with literature.”

You nod in understanding. “I used to do that too before I got confidence to actually start writing myself… why don’t you join me next time you see me?”

He swore he just won the lottery

“Sure, I’ll see you around, then?”

“Yeah, see you Geto”

Mission successful.

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A/n: ahh I’m having so much fun with this, might turn it into a series. I love Sugu so much it’s not even funny. Feel free to drop any reqs!

Cw: MDNI, no tw, very very mildly suggestive (sex and smoking), chilling together, not proofread

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As much as he loves seeing you dress up and take you to fancy dates and fun carnival rides, his favourite way to hangout will always be doing nothing at home, or as he calls it, a lazy date.

Him in only his boxers, you wearing his shirt and panties lounging in your bed. Maybe a movie, maybe you in his lap playing games on your laptop. Maybe there's takeout, maybe you're both smoking. The only qualification for this type of date is that you're both lazing around at home.

Don't get him wrong, he's not stingy in the slightest. He loves spending money on you, on his fancy PC setup, on his cat- you name it. He's more than willing to pay for the takeout, drinks, cigarettes, a new game on Steam, whatever you might want. Heck, even if you suddenly feel like visiting that pretty new cafe that just opened- he's down. But there's nothing better than being at home, just being able to be yourself- no worries about manners and etiquettes, about getting a nice pic, or about picking the perfect outfit.

He's a sucker for cuddles and skinship. Even when you're eating, he'll sit right beside you, shoulders glued, your knee over his. Of course, it's all a coincidence how he's always attached to your hip. All a coincidence.

Content warning- no triggers, just the trio flirting with you, college au, fem reader

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Geto sits beside you, manspreading with an arm stretched out over the back of your chair. You, on the other hand looked like you were trying to take up as less space as possible, scooting to the side, almost glued to the wall.

The teacher has taken a leave, and while Geto could leave, he really didn't want to. It's unbearably hot outside, and sitting in the cool classroom was the most logical choice.

Gojo and Shoko were sitting in front of him, talking something about socks, leaving him bored. What is there to do then to tease you a bit, right?

"Did you change up your hair?" He asks, turning his head to you. You look at him and offer a polite smile and nod, masking the hell that broke loose internally. Did the official chocolate boy of campus Geto Suguru care enough about you to notice you, a random student? Is this some dare? Surely he wouldn't... Right?

"Uh yeah- just a last minute- more like impulsive decision" you laugh awkwardly, and he didn't return the gesture, fueling your defensive ramble "it's not- I wasn't trying for anything too ambitious- just a trim- I think it's- it's not-"

"you look cute"

You blink- "oh- th-thanks" another awkward laugh. A beat passes, and his eyes roam around the perimeters of your hair, assessing it. He wasn't sure what to say, and didn't really care about filling the silence either. In all honesty, it didn't really matter much to him, but the way you fumble under his heavy gaze was worth acting like it did.

"You often make... Impulsive decisions?" He asks, in a tone that almost would've sounded condescending if he wasn't so charming.

You open your mouth, ready to launch another long defensive ramble but he takes a strand of your hair, rubbing it between his fingers. That alone had you short circuiting, frozen in your spot as your eyes dart to your side, looking at his fingers.

"Answer me, pretty"

How could you resist that command?

"Yeah- yes."

Gojo and Shoko has turned to see what was going behind them, what their friend was up to. One shared look, and their eyes roving over your timid posture told them all they needed to know.

"Look at her, isn't she so cute?"

He smirks at them. The one that ascertains their assumption- he's up to no good.

Gojo mirrors his grin, looking at him before to you "Yeah I saw her in the morning yesterday, she was glowing. It was like something out of a movie."

Your poor heart. The extremely attractive, unreachable trio, and their attention and affection was on you?

(if only you knew)

Shoko rests her cheek on her palm, the lolipop stick hanging off the side of her. Though she was quiet, even was bored yet amused gaze spoke volumes.

You look at the table, eyes lazer focused on a random indent from years ago. It felt like if you looked up, you would physically combust from the attention.

"She's probably like, every lesbian's fantasy" Shoko muses, tucking some hair behind your ear. Before you could speak, Gojo interjects with- "you mean everyone's fantasy."

The way they chuckled at each other- something shared, something you didn't understand but their attention was too distracting to think about the smaller details.

Geto shifts closer, now actively caressing the back of your head. "So soft" he purrs. "Must be so nice to cuddle with you."

"Bet she'd like that" Shoko replies, and that enough to break your silence spell.

"No!! I mean- I don't- it's not like-"

Gojo puts a finger over your lip, before dragging his tip to your bottom lip, gently poking it. Silencing you without even addressing your little protest of denial.

"Such pretty lips..."

"Gojo- wh-what are you doing?"

"Thinking about your lips" he answers shamelessly, without missing a beat.

"You-!"

Shoko leans closer, and you're convinced she's about to kiss you when-

"nice lashes too. You're like a doll"

You bury your face in your palms, the only safe space available. Letting out a long, embarassed whine. You think they've stopped. They have. The bell rings, signalling the start of the break period and they pick up their bags and leave without any explanation, discussing getting ramen together.

What the hell was that about?

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A/n: crazy writers block sorry guys :P posting this from church lmao

Cw: sexual towards the end, semi proof read

Suguru always had a weird relationship with his hair. Sure, it's healthy and shiny with no male baldness pattern in sight. It looks good on him. He loves it

...except when other people talk to him about it. Because it's almost never anything pleasant.

"I thought you were a girl when I saw you from the back!"

"can I touch it?"

"wow, you have better hair than me and I'm the girl here!"

"your parents don't say anything?"

Sure they're not exactly harmful, but that doesn't stop Suguru from wanting nothing more than to punch them in the fucking face, but he holds back. Until they try to touch it without asking, even then it's just a light smack on their hand.

He's glad his friends have equally not-so-traditional hair, Satoru with his bright white hair and Shoko with her short hair. Their company becomes a slightly more safer space where his hair is not the centre of attention 24/7.

He keeps it in a bun at all times to prevent the attention, a habit that seeped into his private life as well. Now he only opens it to shower. Or sleep.

That's why he was wary when he started dating you.

Your Instagram stories before dating had a lot of anime men and YouTubers, a lot of whom had longer hair. He didn't want to be in another hair-centric relationship. It had already happened one too many times, one too many exes who were with him for aesthetic purposes. To be "that cool alt couple". To flaunt his hair all over their socials. To brag about getting a feminine man, a babygirl when he isn't. He's just a regular dude with long hair, in his opinion.

So imagine his surprised when you did not bring up his hair on the first date. You did not ask him to open his bun, or gawk and stare when he opened his hair to re-tie it. It was something new, and he enjoyed that a lot.

One date turned to two, then three, and eventually, a relationship.

He never told you about this insecurity. You never knew. You just did not feel the need to bring it up often because there's so much more to him. He's so fun and sweet and hot and honest and caring and-

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He was surprised how much he enjoyed your touch on his head. So much so that he didn't even register it at first. He put his head on your chest, you caressed it. The moment was so domestic, so natural and did not trigger his reflexes to swat your hand off. He only thought about it when he got home. It was so soothing, he made it a point to keep his head on your chest more often.

When you both were comfortable enough with each other to the point of farting and stealing food, it was obvious you'd shower together. Non sexually.

It took you washing his head for him to realise how desperately he craved a head massage until he felt your fingertips rub circles on his foamy scalp. He almost moaned. A talk with Satoru later cleared the air that all guys love head scratchies. The more you know.

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One backhanded compliment from his relative on a random Tuesday was the final straw for him. He cut it off to his ears. No more hassle.

Of course, your heart shattered into a million peices. He knew it. He saw it coming.

But what he didn't see coming is that you still caressed his head when it's on your chest. You still tug his hair when he's giving head.You still shampoo his hair.

But more importantly you still talk to him about your day in hyperspecific details. You still fart in front of him. You still draw childish doodles of you both holding hands. You still have warm tea in the afternoon with him. You still tell him about stupid movie adaptations of your favourite books and still gift him the flowers you see fallen on the road. Nothing changed. Because an angel without their wings is still an angel.

Of course, it wasn't a permanent change. Just an impulsive decision. It grew back in no time, a choice where you had no say it. You didn't have to force him to grow it out. He did it because he wanted to.

He eventually stopped doing the man bun, because you were bothered by how tight it was. It was definitely pulling at his scalp, and most definitely giving him daily headaches. So he swapped it for a loose half updo. He'll admit begrudgingly that the headaches did stop. A little.

You also introduced him to hair care beyond shampoo and conditioner. Safety hairstyles, claw clips, serums, hair masks, the works. If by any chance his hair wasn't healthy earlier, it most definitely is now. He finds himself touching it every now and then just to feel that softness.

When you're comfortable enough to be bratty, you demanded he open his hair during sex. His argument? "It gets in the way". After a lot of eye rolls and promises of "the best head ever", he gave in.

During missionary, it amazed him how much you liked the way his hair formed a curtain around you two, thick enough to shield you both from the light. Something about it was so cozy and intimate, that alone had your toes curling. And the orgasm was yet to come.

Of course, you're not the only one with demands. If you're on top, you have to open your hair. He loves how it bounces with you. You can't complain about it sticking to your neck from the sweat, because the dick view is too good. Suguru laying back with his gorgeous locks spread out behind him? Chef's fucking kiss.

The only position where it's up is when you're in doggy, because you can't even see him. Any demand gets shut down with a slap to your ass. And well, you can't have everything in life.

It's not all sunshine, though. The backhanded compliments and staring is there. But he's learnt to accept it. He choose to keep this hair, after all. He hates his hair a little less. He opens it more often in private.

He still hasn't told you about it. You unintentionally just sort of fixed it. The memories of getting his hair pulled in school, or the ultra macho frat boys teasing him for "being a girl" are as vivid as ever. But he's learnt that the cause of the negative attention is them, not him.

But on days where he had one too many annoying strangers come to him, he just has to come to your dorm and put his head on your chest~

Cw: suggestively, semi proof read

You had the mental equivalent of falling to your knees in a walmart when you saw bf!sukuna's haircut- specifically, a buzzcut.

"Why!?" was all you could muster. His glorious mane- his beautiful pink mullet- all gone. Not a trace of it.

He grins. Bastard.

Sure he did it for himself, but he can't deny that he was hoping you'd react strongly. He likes when you care about silly things, even though he acts like it's annoying.

"What? Don't like it?" He smirks arrogantly at himself in the mirror, running his hand through his head.

"How could you do this to me!?" you wail like he had taken away something important from you (he absolutely did).

He cocks an eyebrow "I don't object when you do stuff to yourself." he retorts, pointedly eyeing your hair

"That's different!"

"Different how?"

You pout sadly, the kind that usually convinces him to let you win "because I don't do any drastic. And it looks good."

His eye twitches.

"Are you saying I look bad?"

"Not bad..." You eye his head, thinking it. In retrospect, it's not bad... Wait, it's actually not that bad...?

"Sit down, we'll fix it"

He looks at you incredulously. He sits, however. But not without suspicion and concern "What do you mean fix it!? It's gone!"

"We could get you a wig-"

"Who's we!?"

You pout again, harder and stand in between his legs, looking down at his stupid head. You hold his chin and tilt it up, then to the left, then right, as though confirming that he actually shaved all of it. He lets you, but sighs, exasperated.

"What are you doing, woman?"

"Assessing the situation"

"The situation being...?"

"Is this actually hot or am I just in love?"

The curses are already rolling off his tongue but you're not really listening. Its kind of hot. In a the-Russian-hockey-player-on-Pinterest kind of hot. Like that one blonde beaten up boxer kinda hot. Maybe you do see the vision...

You sigh, sitting beside him, resting your cheek on the shoulder of the problem. "They were right, having a boyfriend is embarassing"

He rolls his eyes, more out of annoyance than anger. Of course you don't mean it, he's too used to your theatrics to be baited this easily.

"Break up with me then"

You turn your head to look up at him, eyes wide with the hurt of a kicked puppy. "But you're my wife"

"Your bald wife"

You wail and fling yourself to the bed.

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It took some getting used to. There's no hair to tug when he's eating you out. It feels weird to scratch his buzzcut instead of his hair when his head is on your chest. Every photo together feels foreign. The only redeeming quality is that you can put your cheek on it and scratch yourself when you feel like bothering him.

But... It kinda grows on you. So much that when some hair grows and he shaves again, you don't protest. You huff and pout but he knows when you're serious and when you're not. It has it's own charm, even though you won't admit it. Not to his face at least. But you have to fight for your life defending it to your girlfriends. Yuki laughs but dose'nt really care. Utahime strongly dislikes it but she understands because it's absolutely his fault for being so evil to you by doing the big chop. Shoko is... not so merciful. She teases you endlessly about how you're so smitten, and this is "exactly why girls are better, because they're always pretty."

Their teasing dose'nt deter you, though. It's harmless. But in front of Sukuna? You're the one teasing him about it like you didn't just confess your horniest fantasies in the girl's group chat.

One evening when you're on the couch, leaning sideways on the armrest. His head is on your lap, arms crossed and eyes closed, but not sleeping. You abandon the video essay you were watching on your phone to scratch his head mindlessly. The video fades to white noise as your brain runs wild with thoughts of his cut.

"I kinda want to beat you up. But like, lovingly."

He opens his eyes. Looks at you blankly.

"The cut can't be that bad"

"It's not, but-"

"So you admit?" He grins. Bastard.

"Alright fine. It's hot. You're hot. It's only hot because you're hot"

"So if I lose my muscles and stop-"

"Absolutely not."

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Your Pinterest is filled to the brim with videos of male athletes with buzzcuts. This was probably the most you looked at guys since since your relationship with Sukuna. They're definitely hot. The comments prove your point that buzzcuts aren't as bad...

Sukuna isn't the least bit jealous. He knows the insurge of guys in your phone is because of him and not whatever makes them hot.

The tattoos that he had on the side of his face are more visible now from the lack of hair. Sleek black ink hugging the perimeters of his face. You definitely like his roughness, it makes your pussy heart throb despite your complaints of him being a bully. But what you weren't prepared for was how this cut, along with the fact that it highlighted his tattoos definitely added to his appeal, made him more intense. He looked even scarier now. If people sneakily stole glances at him on the road, they definitely stared from a discreet (obvious) distance. He almost looked like a criminal, and the fact that you, a normal looking human were next to him, happy... Yeah the contrast was comical.

But that's exactly why you love him, after all. Your big, scary bully!

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A/n: you guys had no idea I accidentally posted the fucking drafts because ya girl still can't navigate through Tumblr. I panicked so hard, took screenshots, deleted, had to use image to text, edit and then proofread and compare to the screenshots.

Wrote this is class and I definitely had more to write but forgot the ideas lmao so if I remember them this is getting a pt. 2

Cw: slightly suggestive

He won't care much about it at first. You're his classmate. You're sweet, you're smart, you're funny, you can tolerate his occasionally mean quips and accepted his proposal so who cares about what you dress like? Sure you were pretty, you wore things that suit you, blah blah but he's not exactly a fashion critique.

Until he saw your "other" self

He was in your messy room, playing some game on your computer while you play around with makeup. Bleach brows, long eyeliner, funky dots, black lipstick, nothing crazy. Sukuna doesn't notice... So you wait for him to finish the current round and stand beside him, hands on your hips.

"How do I look?"

He looks at you, and then blinks. Once. Twice. Eyes widened slightly

"What the fuck?"

You stare at him blankly, and then blink. You thought he'd be accepting of alternate styles, given his tattoos and piercings... Was that a facade?

"I'm sorry I'll go wash-"

"No no no wait-" he grabs your wrist, looking at you like you invented games. He tugs you closer, and you instinctively straddle his lap. He holds your hip, the other hand hovering over your cheek.

"Can I touch it? Will it smudge?"

"Go ahead"

He cups your cheek, looking at the markings almost reverently, awestruck even.

"You did that? While I was playing...??"

"...yeah"

"Fuck"

He leans forward, slow enough for you to back away if you want. You don't, and he kisses you soft but open mouthed. His tongue gently brushes against yours and you hum softly into it. He pulls back to whisper against your lip

"You look so fucking hot like that"

You grin. Relieved but mainly pleased at the rare ego stroking. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He nods, gulps thickly and kisses you again.

Now that you have that covered, you're more open with it. You don't shy away from drawing a skull on your face out of boredom and then eating fries with him with a cheesy rom com in the background. You don't hesitate to cut your clothes into a slightly edgier silhouette and then model for him. You don't feel awkward when all your layered jewellery clinks and clatters when you're experimenting at home. You show him all your favourite alt movies, make him listen to all your secret playlists and rant about all your weird hyperfixations, and he happily entertains it. He may not look like it, but it gets him dizzy. It's probably the hottest thing you've ever done. You being you gets him hard so fast it's comical. If you listen closely, you can hear his dick spring to life with a boing.

He keeps all the selfies you send him in your fancy alt getup in a separate folder. He's learnt what kind of jewellery you like, but still sends you a picture before impulse buying whatever he saw that he thinks might look good on you. He's right 99% of the time, and he gruffly swears it's because he just "has a good instinct" and not because he spends literal hours looking at you.

It drove him mad when he found out that you strip in down in public because you're scared of what people might say, since it's not exactly common to dress that way where you live.

"No one's gonna say anything. Just wear it" he retorts, holding up your miniskirt. "They're too busy looking at me."

You faux pout prettily, batting your lashes at him. "Are you saying you're prettier than me?"

He rolls his eyes, "No, I'm built like a house and have bright pink hair. If they ignore that and do look at you, that's my problem."

He claims you're overreacting when you attack him with kisses all over his face after that reply, but it pleases him deep down. Also, it worked.

You incorporate hints of your "alt-ness" into your daily style, whether it be a colour, print, hairstyle or accessory. How much you add increases over time, but it never goes all out. That's for events, concerts and when you're bored and want to turn him on have an impromptu photoshoot. Not that he minds.

You swear you're rubbing off on him when you catch him listening to your music. He mutters something about "it just randomly started playing, playlist was on shuffle", but tells you to shut the fuck up when you ask how it got on his liked playlist in the first place.

He always had an alt side, sure, but never really bothered with labels and aesthetics. He wears what he likes, listens to what he likes, he's a simple man. "Humans are too complex to be grouped into a singular category", he says, but listens attentively when you explain which subculture you think he could fit in, or at least one part of him fits in, and he's surprised at how accurately you read him. He finds his own niche on the internet after that, and watches some new recommendations with you. You both share clothes, jewellery, and media. He even got facial tattoos inspired by something you were drawing on your face last week and some pink haired anime villain. You giggle about how it makes him look even more scary, and he just gives you a pleased smirk.

On campus now you're "that alt couple". You don't mind the tag, because well... It's true. It's a huge part of both your identities. You're not scared and insecure anymore. It took a few years to get there, but you wear what you like. And on days when you randomly "just don't feel like it", he kisses you all over, assuring that you do look good, and that creep who "wanted a goth girlfriend" magically avoids you <3

Geto was riding slowly through a deserted residential area, Gojo yapping his ear off behind him. Geto was only half listening, more focused on remembering the shortcut he had taken only once earlier. His sharp eyes dart around, looking for anything that looks familiar. Gojo was of no help, no navigational sense. Not that he could drive either.

That was until Geto slows to a stop, planting his feet on the ground, and stared ahead at the figure strolling leisurely in front of him, a soda can in hand. Was that-

"Isn't that your little crush?" came Gojo's drawl from behind and Geto could practically hear the stupid grin on his face. Not that it bothered him, he was too used to it. And too focused on you.

This was a golden opportunity!

He didn't often see you despite the proximity. And now he had a perfect chance!

... but what would he say? How would he approach you...?

Geto rested his elbows on the handles of the bike, chin on his hand. How should he approach you..?

Sure, you both had talked before, but it was small talk. Occasional totally accidental bumps and the murmured sorry. Maybe a small exchange at some poetry competition. He didn't even know if you considered him a friend. An acquaintance, at best. He hoped.

"Are you gonna follow her?" asks Gojo. What a brilliant strategy. Geto rolls his eyes. "Don't be stupid..."

"Then do you just plan on staring? She's getting away!" real helpful, Gojo.

"Should I offer her a ride...?" muses Geto. Gojo looks confused. "But there's no space. We're both-"

"Can you get off?" asked Geto, turning to face his friend, giving a curious look. Gojo gives a look so offended that Geto turns back around, knowing it's useless to try that route.

"You'd do that to your friend? To me?? I live with you! I sleep with you! We hav-"

"Yeah yeah- okay, I'm sorry, jeez..."

Geto sighs. Maybe it was a bit too ambitious to expect Gojo to be a reliable wingman. He starts the bike, tailing you, maintaining a safe distance. Of course, it's not like he's following you, right? Totally not.

"Bro let's just follow her!" Gojo chirps. Geto parks again a little further ahead next to some random house to not look too suspicious. Geto snaps at him-

"And what, stalk her!? Why don't we break into her home as well? Very romantic, right!?"

"Of course I don't mean stalk- don't be stupid-"

"You're the stupid one!"

Gojo barks another retort but Geto had rolled his eyes and already tuned him out, thinking hard again. This was a life or death situation, after all. He could ask you for directions, pretend to be lost and it wouldn't entirely be a lie either... He could use the confirmation that he's going the right way. Or some reassurance. Or praise. Head scratchies would be nice too. Or maybe a kiss-

Okay, tangents.

Geto turns to Gojo again-

"Should I ask for directions?"

"How the fuck would she know where you live?"

"Dude she lives nearby, I told y-"

"But how would you know where she lives?"

...right. You'd get suspicious. Good catch, Gojo. Well in his defense, he just saw you coming out an apartment near him, he genuinely wasn't watching you or anything...

"I could ask for directions out of this area... Or to our colony. Then we could talk from there..."

"Talk about what? What are you gonna say, 'where is this place and are you single?'

"Of course not, but maybe I could approach her in college later when we see each other!"

"You mean when you follow her to events and competitions?"

"I don't follow her-"

"So you just suddenly like writing?"

"I'm... I'm trying to learn her hobbies..." Geto mutters, somewhat defensive. He knows somewhere deep down Gojo is right, but his ego wouldn't admit it.

Geto groans and rubs his face, his mind running a hundred kilometres per second. How the fuck do you approach a girl? He thinks back to his exes, how he asked them- oh wait. They were the ones who asked him out. Side effects of being pretty.

He could just ride up to you and say 'hi, I remember you from this event' and that wouldn't exactly be weird right? Just a friendly greeting. Maybe he could even ask you to join him for a smoke- okay no too ambitious. Maybe join him in the cafe nearby...? Not with Gojo around though, that's for sure. Maybe just a simple chat and leave. Yes. Sounds perfect. Now all he has to do is relay the plan to Gojo and how important it is for him to shut the fuck up and let him do his-

He hears Gojo's annoying giggle turn into a full blown laughter. Geto turns around, frowning in confusion- "what's so funny?"

Gojo laughs uncontrollably and simply points ahead at where you, blissfully unaware, get on a taxi and head off.

(TW: Suggestive but mainly fluff)

I think about cuddling with Suguru wayyy too often

I think he smells like something warm. I don't hc him as a strong perfume guy or anything, he'd smell like freshly laundered clothes and sunlight. A certain warmth to him.

Imagine you're laying on your side, having taken a bath. Suguru comes to lay behind you and casually throws a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You lift your head, almost out of instinct and let him place his other arm beneath it. He'd pull you closer by the waist, burying his face in your hair. He likes the smell of the shampoo, the serum- whatever you put on. It's so, so pleasant to him. So *you*.

Somewhere in your nap, you wake up, all drowsy and needy you'd turn around, craving more, wanting to be even closer, if that was possible. The room was dim, all lights turned off. The only light being a few weak rays from outside- the few moments right before the evening gets dark vaguely illuminating your shared bedroom.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders- those same strong shoulders which had you dreaming almost every time you touch them, revelling in the safety and comfort of it all.

He knows your love for them and would perhaps detangle himself for just a second to take off his shirt and then yours while you lay on your back, letting him, all the trust in the world in your eyes. Both of you preferred cuddling naked anyways. If it lead to something more, great. If it didn't, great.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders again, you bury your face in his neck. Maybe press a few soft pecks, earning a soft sigh from him. His arm under your head shifts slightly and then you feel his fingers scratch you gently, somewhat absent mindedly. Once he found out your weakness for head pats and scratches, he'd always do it when you were in reach.

I'm probably reading too deeply but at first I thought the ant was symbolising Kotaro (somewhat lonely and not in it's natural habit) and that's why he notices it. Even Ryu goes like wow you notice such small things. Next time Kotaro notices ants there's many of them together, might be the foreshadowing of Kamitani joining and also reminder that the kids may not be his batchmates but they're definitely his friends. And the reason why Kotaro notices is because he loves his brother and noticed his sadness...

Leaning against the headboard with his (now neglected) phone, all his attention on you, furiously scrunching your hair

"what does this do?" He'd ask curiously, picking up the bottle of curling cream and reading the label

"oh it's a cur- it defines your curls"

"define?"

"like... Make them more defined? Sharp? Like better spiral- no uhh-"

Turning your head to the side which you hadn't curled yet to show him the clear difference between the perfectly twisted curls and the frizzy, loose waves

"what's wrong with that side?"

"nothing it's just erm- I prefer the other side"

He's chuckle and ruffle your hair, earning a smack from you for almost messing your routine.

The diffuser would be his favourite, he'd even ask if he could use it. And after he learnt it (being the fast learner he is), he would be the one doing it every. Single. Time.

Pulling your hair out with a series of ahh's and ohh's, watching how it made the BIGGEST difference

Gojo: (looking at the impression of the nose pads on Nanami's nose) Woah those are pretty deep

Nanami: (looking at Gojo's equally deep impression) You're not doing any better yourself

Gojo: Oh... I thought it would be better since I switched to blindfolds

Nanami: ...you still wear sunglasses though

And then Nanami would probably point out how dirty Gojo's glasses are, and Gojo would shrug it off saying it dose'nt matter since they're pitch black and you can't see the marks. Plus, he's not exactly using them to see, quite the opposite so there's no need for maintenance.

I can also see them doing the good ol' "looking for my glasses while wearing them". I can't imagine Nanami doing it for too long though, probably looks for two minutes before realising, since his glasses have a slight tint to them, he'll realise eventually.