#playful teasing

Keeho leaned back in the chair, attention drifting as he waited. He barely noticed the stylist stepping away or the movement behind him. His focus was on the phone resting loosely in his hand.

It buzzed.

He glanced down, expecting something teasing but harmless.

The message loaded.

Keeho froze.

Looks good, but I prefer it wrapped around my throat ;)

His brain short-circuited for half a second as the words sank in. Filthy. Bold. Very intentional. The kind of message that felt like it had been typed slowly, with purpose, knowing exactly what it would do to him.

Heat rushed to his face instantly. His cheeks burned, his ears going hot as he sucked in a quiet breath. He bit down on his lower lip without thinking, teeth catching skin as his eyes traced the message again, just to be sure he hadn’t misread it.

He hadn’t.

A soft, breathy laugh slipped out of him, barely audible over the noise of the studio. He tilted the phone closer to his chest like that would somehow make it safer, more private. His shoulders tensed, posture tightening as his thumb hovered uselessly over the screen.

He was absolutely going to text back. Just not yet. He needed a second.

“Nice.”

The voice came from directly behind him.

Keeho nearly dropped his phone.

He startled so hard the chair creaked, fingers tightening around the device as he twisted around, heart slamming into his ribs. His eyes widened when he saw Theo standing there, arms loosely crossed, expression perfectly calm.

Too calm.

Keeho followed Theo’s gaze in slow horror as it flicked briefly toward his phone.

“Oh my god,” Keeho blurted out, yanking the phone closer to himself. “Don't look at that.”

Theo’s mouth twitched. “Relax. I only saw enough to understand what kind of jewelry y/n is into.”

Keeho’s face went even redder, if that was possible. He felt heat crawl all the way down his neck as he straightened in the chair, flustered energy buzzing under his skin. “Stop sneaking up on me like that!"

“I wasn’t sneaking,” Theo replied dryly. “I was just standing here.”

“You were standing too quietly,” Keeho shot back, jabbing a finger vaguely behind him. “That’s worse.”

Theo tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. “Well...guess she likes the nails."

Keeho groaned and covered his face with one hand, phone clutched in the other. “Stop. Please stop talking.”

Theo laughed under his breath. “She is bold huh?”

Keeho peeked at him through his fingers, mortified. “You just saw one line.”

“One line was enough,” Theo said easily.

Keeho dropped his hand and fixed Theo with a glare that lacked any real threat. His ears were still bright red. “If you ever do that again,” he warned, “I’m changing my phone password and haunt you forever.”

Theo smiled, already stepping away. “Worth it.”

Keeho exhaled slowly, sinking back into the chair, heart still racing. He looked down at his phone again, cheeks warm, lips curling despite himself.

Yeah. He was definitely texting back now.

✮⋆˙Theo✮⋆˙

The dorm living room was loud in the comfortable, messy way it always was on game night. Controllers were scattered across the floor, snacks half opened on the table, and the TV glowed with a paused game screen while everyone argued about whose turn it was next. Theo sat cross-legged on the couch, back against the armrest, only half paying attention.

His attention was on his phone and on you.

While the others debated rules and teams, Theo typed quickly, thumbs moving with ease. He smiled down at the screen, expression soft in a way that didn’t match the competitive noise around him. He angled his phone and snapped a picture of the TV, the paused game bright and colorful. His lap was visible at the bottom of the frame, knees bent, relaxed. He sent it without much thought.

Seconds later, his phone buzzed.

Theo looked down.

And his entire face lit up.

Mmhh, I wish I was on top of you right now....

His smile spread wide and bright, eyes crinkling as he read the message. The reaction was instant. His shoulders straightened, energy sparking through him like he’d just been handed a secret advantage. He bit the inside of his cheek, excitement flickering across his expression as he reread it, then let out a quiet, pleased laugh.

“Fuck” he murmured to himself.

That was when the room noticed.

“Why do you look like that?” Soul asked.

Theo didn’t answer. He was already typing back, grin firmly in place.

Jiung noticed first.

He leaned closer from Theo’s left, curiosity written plainly on his face. “What are you smiling at?”

Theo reacted immediately, snapping his phone closer to his chest and turning slightly away. “Nothing.”

Jiung squinted. “That wasn’t a nothing smile.”

Before Theo could respond, movement on his other side gave him away.

Intak, sprawled comfortably on the floor with his back against the couch, had the perfect angle. His eyes flicked to Theo’s phone just as the screen lit up again. He froze for half a second, then slowly looked up at Theo, disbelief and delight mixing together.

“Oh,” Intak said. “Oh.”

Theo blinked. “You didn’t see anything.”

“I absolutely did,” Intak replied, already grinning. “Wow.”

Theo finally locked his phone and set it face down on his thigh, unfazed. He leaned back, folding his arms loosely, smile still sitting proudly on his face.

Jiung leaned closer again. “See what?”

Intak laughed. “Y/n is wild.”

Theo hummed in agreement, clearly pleased. “Sometimes.”

Jiung raised his eyebrows. “You’re not even embarrassed?”

Theo shook his head. “Why would I be?”

The teasing came quickly after that. Comments tossed across the room. A few exaggerated reactions. Keeho whistled. Intak pretended to fan himself dramatically.

Theo stayed relaxed through all of it.

He didn’t hide his smile. If anything, it only grew more confident. He shrugged casually, tone easy. “I’m just saying, if your girlfriend wasn’t texting you stuff like this, that’d be more concerning.”

Intak laughed outright. “You’re unbelievable.”

Theo glanced back down at his phone, unlocked it briefly, and typed a short reply. His grin softened, turning fond. Whatever you had said clearly stuck with him.

“Okay,” someone finally said, grabbing a controller. “Game. Now. Before Theo starts dry humping the couch.”

Theo looked up, still smiling. “Jealousy is a personal journey.”

Groans filled the room, but Theo only leaned back, comfortable and unbothered. His phone buzzed once more in his hand, and he glanced at it with the same proud, excited expression.

Yeah. He was winning tonight.

✮⋆˙Jiung✮⋆˙

The gym was loud with metal clanking and steady breathing, the air thick with heat and effort. Jiung stood near the mirror, hands braced on his knees as he caught his breath. Sweat clung to his hair and dotted his forehead, sliding down his temples and along his jaw. His shirt stuck to his back, evidence of a workout he had taken seriously.

He straightened and grabbed his phone, angling it toward his face. His cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, skin damp. He snapped a quick selfie without overthinking it, the kind that wasn’t polished but honest. He sent it to you and wiped his forehead with the hem of his shirt, exhaling slowly.

He hadn’t even finished lowering his phone when it buzzed.

Jiung glanced down, expecting something teasing but safe.

Instead, the reply hit him full force.

Don't forget to wipe my seat for later :P

His eyes widened for just a fraction of a second before his expression cracked. Heat rushed straight to his face, deeper and faster than the workout had managed. His ears burned. His shoulders tensed. He sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw, fighting the grin threatening to break loose.

“Seriously?” he muttered, half laughing under his breath.

He reread the message. Then again.

His pulse kicked up, body suddenly buzzing with a different kind of energy. His grip tightened around his phone, knuckles whitening slightly as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. He was very aware of himself all of a sudden. Too aware.

Next to him, Intak leaned against a machine, pretending very badly not to be curious.

“What are you smiling at?” Intak asked casually, already inching closer.

“Nothing,” Jiung replied too fast, turning his phone slightly away.

That was mistake number one.

Intak leaned in anyway, eyes sharp, timing impeccable. He squinted at the screen, lips moving as he read.

Out loud.

"Don't forget to wipe my seat for later,” Intak said slowly. Then he read the message again, still not fully getting it. “Oh… wait.”

Jiung’s head snapped up. “Don’t read that.”

It took Intak a full two seconds.

Then his eyes went wide.

His mouth fell open.

And then he laughed. Loud.

“BRO.”

Jiung groaned and elbowed him sharply in the side, not enough to hurt but more than enough to send a message. “Mind your own business!”

Intak wheezed, clutching his side, still laughing. “I didn’t get it at first!”

“That makes it worse,” Jiung snapped, shoving his phone into his pocket.

Intak straightened, grin stretching across his face, eyes still bright with disbelief. “You realize you hit the jackpot, right?”

Jiung scoffed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Stop talking.”

“I’m serious,” Intak continued, pointing at him. “That’s insane. You’re insane. She’s insane.”

Jiung shook his head, trying to look annoyed, trying to cool down. “You’re being weird.”

But the heat never really left his face.

Inside, something warm settled in his chest, quiet but solid. Pride. He knew exactly what Intak meant, even if he refused to admit it out loud. He knew how lucky he was. How bold you were. How confidently you chose him.

He cleared his throat and turned away, pretending to stretch, jaw tight to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“Congrats, man,” Intak added, softer now. “Really.”

Jiung didn’t answer right away. He reached into his pocket, thumb brushing against his phone, heart still racing. He shook his head once, a small, resigned motion.

“…Yeah,” he said finally, under his breath.

He acted annoyed, but deep down, he knew the truth.

You were the jackpot.

✮⋆˙Intak✮⋆˙

The studio was loud with laughter and half-finished ideas, the kind of energy that only showed up when they were supposed to be working but weren’t feeling particularly serious. Music played faintly from the speakers while the members messed around, someone tapping a beat on the table, someone else spinning in a chair that definitely wasn’t meant for that.

Intak sat on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, grin wide as he leaned forward. “Wait, wait, look at this,” he said, already hitting play on a video.

The others gathered closer, attention snapping into place as the video played. Intak held the phone out confidently, angling it so everyone could see. He laughed first, shoulders shaking as he replayed the funniest part, clearly enjoying the moment of being the center of attention.

Then his phone buzzed.

Right in the middle of the screen.

A notification slid down from the top, bright and impossible to miss.

From you.

And it was very much not subtle.

this day sucks, I'm so pissed...need you to bend me over later and just fuck this day out of me!

Intak froze mid-laugh.

His smile dropped instantly, eyes locking on the screen as if sheer willpower could undo what had just happened. The video kept playing, forgotten, while the message sat there for a fraction of a second that felt painfully long.

Long enough.

Everybody saw it.

The room went dead silent.

Intak swallowed, thumb hovering awkwardly before he slowly, very deliberately swiped the message away. He didn’t look up. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t say a word. His ears burned red, heat creeping down his neck as he locked his phone with a quick tap.

For a beat, no one spoke.

Then Keeho nodded.

Just once.

He stepped closer and gave Intak a firm pat on the shoulder, expression calm but knowing. “Well....you’re a lucky guy,” he said simply.

That did it.

Intak’s face went completely red.

He let out a short, awkward cough and rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at the others. “I, uh,” he started, then stopped. He cleared his throat again, louder this time. “I’m gonna step outside for a second.”

Without waiting for a response, he stood up, phone clenched tightly in his hand, and made a quick exit from the studio.

The door closed behind him.

And the room exploded.

Laughter burst out all at once, loud and unrestrained. Soul doubled over. Theo slapped the table. Jiung let out an exaggerated gasp between laughs, while Jongseob shook his head, smiling like he’d just witnessed something deeply entertaining.

“Did you see his face?” Jiung managed to say.

“He turned the exact color of a tomato,” Soul added.

Keeho laughed too, softer than the rest but just as amused. “Like I said. Lucky."

Outside the studio, Intak leaned against the wall, heart still racing. He stared down at his phone, cheeks still hot, a smile slowly creeping back despite himself. He exhaled, shaking his head, equal parts embarrassed and pleased.

Inside, the laughter carried on.

Intak took another breath, straightened up, and prepared himself to go back in, knowing full well he’d never hear the end of it.

But honestly?

He didn’t mind.

Not one bit.

✮⋆˙Soul✮⋆˙

The day was unbearably hot, the kind of heat that clung to skin and made everything feel slower. The beach buzzed with sound, waves rolling in, distant laughter, music drifting faintly from somewhere down the shore. Soul walked beside Intak and Keeho, an ice cream cone already starting to melt slightly in his hand.

He stared at it like it was a small miracle.

“This place is y/ns favorite,” Soul said casually, lifting his cone a little. “She’s gonna be so jealous.”

Keeho laughed, adjusting his sunglasses. “You’re definitely getting a dramatic reaction.”

Soul hummed in agreement. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of the ice cream, the bright colors and the ocean blurred softly in the background. It wasn’t a perfect photo, but it felt right. He sent it with a short message, already imagining your response.

“She really loves ice cream,” he added, almost proudly.

Intak grinned. “You’re kinda evil for sending that.”

Soul shrugged lightly, eyes still on his screen. “It’s just facts.”

They walked a few more steps before his phone buzzed.

Soul stopped.

Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just enough that Keeho noticed.

He looked down at the screen, expecting playful jealousy, maybe a dramatic complaint. Instead, the words that greeted him made his brain completely stall.

Oh Wow! But I prefer licking your cock ;)

He froze.

His shoulders stiffened, grip tightening on the cone as heat rushed straight to his face, far hotter than the sun overhead. His eyes widened just a little before he locked his jaw, rereading the message like it might change if he stared hard enough.

It did not.

Soul stood there, silent, expression blank in a way that absolutely did not match what was happening internally.

Keeho noticed immediately.

“What?” Keeho asked, leaning closer. “Did she freak out?”

Before Soul could react, Keeho peeked over his shoulder.

There was a beat of silence.

Then Keeho burst out laughing.

“Oh Woah,” Keeho said, delighted. “That’s not jealousy at all.”

Soul flinched, yanking the phone closer to his chest far too late. His ears burned, face flushing deep red as he stared straight ahead like the ocean had personally offended him.

“Hyung,” he muttered. “Stop.”

Keeho was already patting his shoulder, grin wide and approving. “Proud of you.”

Intak frowned. “What? What did he see?”

“Nothing,” Soul said quickly, but Keeho answered faster.

“Let's just say, Ice cream isn't her favourite thing to lick,” Keeho said cheerfully.

Intak’s eyes went wide. “Oh?”

“Keeho,” Soul warned, mortified.

Keeho laughed harder. “Our Soul is getting veeeery lucky tonight."

Intak lost it.

“No way,” Intak said, staring at Soul with disbelief and awe. “Bro.”

Soul covered his face with one hand, ice cream forgotten, shoulders tense as his blush spread even further. “Please kill me.”

Intak stepped closer, teasing. “You okay? You look like you’re overheating.”

“I’m fine,” Soul said, voice muffled behind his hand.

Keeho leaned in again, voice low but amused. “I'd be fine too, if I were you...more than fine.”

Soul dropped his hand and glared at both of them, cheeks still burning. “Can we just… eat the ice cream?”

Keeho nodded, still smiling. “Yeah. Let’s get you home before it melts completely.”

Soul looked back down at his phone, rereading the message once more before locking the screen. His heart was racing now, excitement buzzing under the embarrassment.

They kept teasing him all the way back down the beach, but Soul barely heard it.

All he could think about was getting home to you.

✮⋆˙Jongseob✮⋆˙

The photoshoot set buzzed with quiet efficiency, staff moving around with clipboards and cameras while the members waited their turns. Jongseob sat off to the side on a low stool, legs bouncing slightly as he checked the monitor across the room. He was already dressed, outfit layered with dark fabric and silver chains that caught the light whenever he moved.

He glanced down at his phone, smiling faintly.

Earlier, he had sent you a picture of the outfit, zoomed in just enough to highlight the chains draped across his chest. You two had gone back and forth about it for a while, joking, teasing. He told you he looked ridiculous. You told him he looked dangerous. The banter came easily, familiar and comfortable.

His phone buzzed again.

Jongseob looked down, expecting another joke.

Instead, he let out a soft chuckle.

How about you take those chains with you and we have some fun with em...

He pressed his lips together, shoulders shaking slightly as he laughed under his breath. Heat crept into his cheeks, but he didn’t try to hide it.

“Such a naughty girl,” he muttered quietly, thumbs already moving.

He typed back a quick scolding, tone playful but firm. Something about how this was a public place. Something about timing. He added a laughing emoji like it would somehow balance things out. He shook his head, grin lingering as he reread your message once more.

That was when someone leaned in behind him.

Soul peeked over his shoulder with zero warning.

“Ewww,” Soul said, eyes flicking to the screen. “Nasty.”

Jongseob startled and twisted around immediately, laughter spilling out as he lightly smacked Soul’s arm. “Jo! Can I have some privacy?!”

Soul laughed, unfazed, hitting him back just as lightly. “You’re the one doing that at a photoshoot.”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” Jongseob protested, still smiling.

Soul crossed his arms, amused. “Sure. Save your filthy business for home.”

Jongseob laughed harder, shaking his head. “You’re an ass.”

Soul grinned and stepped away, still chuckling as he rejoined the others. “I’m just saying. Chains can be very uncomfortable.”

Jongseob watched him go, cheeks warm, eyes bright. He waited until Soul was fully gone before looking back down at his phone. His grin softened, turning more fond than amused.

He typed his reply carefully this time.

Maybe I will, looks like I have to teach you a lesson

He hit send and leaned back, exhaling slowly as he locked his phone.

A staff member called his name from across the room.

Jongseob stood, adjusting the chains once more, posture settling into something calm and self-assured. As he walked toward the set, his phone buzzed again in his pocket.

He ignored it for now.

Saturday mornings were supposed to be for sleeping in.

At least

That was YOUR opinion.

"Babe."

"Baaaaabe."

You pulled the blanket over your head.

"I'm asleep."

"No, you're not."

"...Yes, I am."

Randy laughed before gently pulling the blanket down just enough to reveal your sleepy face.

"Come on."

You cracked one eye open, squinting to adjust to the morning soon. 

"What time is it?"

"Six thirty."

You immediately closed your eye again.

"Absolutely not."

"You promised you'd come to the gym with me today."

"I promised that yesterday."

"And?"

"I've changed my mind. "

He laughed so hard he had to lean against the bed.

"You can't just change your mind like that overnight."

"I literally can."

"Nope."

"Get dressed."

You sighed.

"...Five more minutes."

"Not happening."

"Ten?"

He raised an eyebrow.

“No, why would the time be going up?”

"Worth a shot."

— — — — 

Twenty minutes later

You climbed into the passenger seat with a water bottle, the most exhausted look imaginable.

Randy looked over at you.

"You alive?"

"Barely."

He laughed before reaching over and squeezing your thigh.

"I'll buy breakfast after."

"Now you're speaking my language."

Music filled the car as the two of you drove.

Every now and then, he'd look over and smile.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, what?"

"I just like that you still came."

– 

"I complain."

"A lot."

"...A LOT."

"But I always show up."

"You do."

He leaned over at a red light and kissed your forehead.

"And I appreciate it."

—

The gym wasn't too crowded yet.

Randy immediately walked over to the stretching mats.

"...Can't we just skip this part?"

He looked horrified.

"Absolutely not."

"No."

"I stretched getting out of bed."

"I reached for my phone."

"No."

You sighed dramatically before sitting down.

"You take all the fun out of everything."

"You'll be crying tomorrow when your legs hurt."

"I won't."

"You will."

—

After stretching

The workout officially began.

Whenever you struggled with something

Randy was right there.

"You got it."

"One more."

"There you go."

"I literally cannot."

"You literally can."

"You don't understand."

"I do."

At one point you secretly skipped two reps.

You thought he hadn't noticed.

"Really?"

"What?"

"You skipped two."

"I did not."

He folded his arms.

"You think I wasn't counting?"

"You were cheating."

—

An hour later

The workout was finally over.

The two of you sat outside with protein shakes, that tasted like ass, not that you would actually know

and a shared order of fries.

You looked at him.

"I thought we just burned like..."

"700 calories."

"We did."

"And now we're eating fries."

"We earned them."

You nodded thoughtfully.

"You know..."

"That actually makes perfect sense."

"I know."

Randy looked over at you.

"You know..."

"Hm?"

"I think these might actually be my favorite dates."

You smiled.

"The gym?"

"No."

"You."

You looked away flustered.

"You make everything fun."

—

On the drive home...

You didn't even realize you'd fallen asleep.

Your head slowly rested against his shoulder as soft music played through the speakers.

Randy glanced over for just a second.

Smiled to himself.

Then reached over

Taking one of your hands into his.

"Best date I've ever been on."

Just realised this is like 80% dialogue but i love it

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Satoru watches you from the couch, chin propped on his hand, those beautiful, pale eyes tracking your movements with lazy interest. He's not actually learning. You're ninety percent sure he's just enjoying the view.

"Like this?" he repeats when you finished.

He picks up your favorite hoodie — the soft gray one with the worn cuffs, the one you sleep in when he's not there to steal warmth from — and crumples it into a ball. Actually crumples it. Then he tosses it onto the growing pile of "folded" clothes with a flourish.

You stare at him. Eyes half-lidded, unimpressed.

He smiles, all teeth, utterly unrepentant.

"Hopeless," you mutter, but you're already crossing the room, snatching the hoodie back, shaking it out with more force than necessary. "Absolutely hopeless. I don't know why I bother."

"Because you love me," he says, sing-song, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rides up, bare strip of stomach, and he knows exactly what he's doing. He always knows.

You don't dignify that with a response. Just keep folding, methodical, determined, while he watches you with that heavy-lidded gaze that makes her fingers fumble the seams.

Later, you find him in the kitchen.

He's wearing the hoodie.

Your hoodie. The one you just folded, the soft gray one, and it looks ridiculous on him. Too small across his shoulders, sleeves barely reaching his wrists, hem riding up to expose a sliver of pale hip. He's barefoot on your shared linoleum, eating cereal straight from the box, looking down at her from his ridiculous height with the most pleased expression you've ever seen on a human being.

"That's mine," you say, flat.

"Is it?" Satoru crunches thoughtfully, not even pretending to check the label. "Feels like mine now."

"You stole it."

"Borrowed," he corrects, magnanimous. "I'm very cozy. You should feel how cozy I am."

You should not. You absolutely should not.

You do anyway.

You climb onto the counter beside him — he makes room automatically, hand settling on your waist to steady you — and fits you into the circle of his arms. The hoodie smells like your detergent and him, some combination of soap and something distinctly Satoru, warm and overwhelming. You press your face into the collar and breathes deep.

"You're still hopeless," you mumble against fabric.

"Mm." His hand cards through your hair, slow and deliberate. "But I'm your hopeless."

You don't have the heart to ask for the hoodie back. Not when he's warm like this, not when you can feel his heartbeat through the thin cotton, not when he tilts your chin up and kisses you with cereal-sweet lips and says, soft against your mouth, "Yours looks better on me anyway."

"Thief," you whisper.

"Yours," he agrees, and steals another kiss.

A/N. i'm only gonna write drabbles so far for the series, but don't worry!! i'll spoil you all soon... ♡

He was always an early riser, preferring quiet contemplation in the mornings. But today, as you lay curled against him, you decided to stay still, feigning sleep just to see what he’d do.

For a while, he didn’t move. His eyes remained on you, a silent observer as his fingers traced idle patterns against your arm. Then, barely above a whisper—

"You're awake, aren't you?"

You held your breath, keeping up the act.

A soft chuckle. The kind that barely touched the air but sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers grazed the edge of your jaw, the flutter of his wings betraying his amusement.

"It’s unlike you to be this still," he mused, voice like the quiet ripple of a dream. "But if you insist on pretending..."

He shifted, drawing you closer—enough for you to feel his breath against your temple. His halo gleamed faintly in the dim light, golden and unblinking, like an ever-watchful eye.

Then, just as you thought he’d let you continue the charade, Sunday whispered something against your ear, so soft it sent heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Would it be cruel to wake you with a kiss? Or shall I let you remain lost in your dreamscape?"

Your resolve wavered. The warmth of his lips barely ghosted over your cheek, and you couldn't help it—a tiny twitch of your mouth, a sharp inhale.

His hand, featherlight, cupped your cheek.

"Caught you," he murmured, voice laced with quiet victory.

You peeked open an eye, meeting his gentle yet knowing gaze. A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Next time, love, you’ll have to try a little harder."

Aventurine was warm. Unfairly so, draped lazily beside you in bed, the fur-lined edges of his overcoat tossed haphazardly over the chair nearby. The morning light slanted through the window, painting soft golds and deep greens across the room.

You, ever the curious one, decided to play a game.

Eyes closed, body perfectly relaxed—you stayed still, waiting to see how he’d react.

For a moment, there was silence. Then—

"Hah, what’s this? A little trick from my darling?"

His voice was honeyed, teasing. You felt the mattress dip as he shifted, his hand brushing ever so gently against your exposed shoulder.

"You’re terribly convincing, I’ll give you that."

There was a pause, and then—a sharp flick to your forehead.

Your body betrayed you. A reflexive twitch.

"Ah-ha! You flinched!" His laugh was rich with amusement. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you’ll have to bluff better than that."

You groaned, cracking an eye open. Aventurine grinned down at you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I’ll have to reward you for the effort, though. Tell me, love—should I make it up to you with breakfast, or perhaps…" He leaned in, his breath ghosting against your lips. "Something sweeter?"

You rolled your eyes, but your heart raced nonetheless.

"Cheat," you muttered.

"Always," he replied, pressing a playful kiss to your forehead.

The gentle rocking of the Astral Express made for the perfect excuse to stay in bed a little longer. Dan Heng, ever composed, lay beside you, his breaths steady and deep.

You decided to test him. Would he wake you? Leave you be? Perhaps... tease you?

You kept your breaths even, your face perfectly serene. A few minutes passed before you felt him stir.

Soft movements. The rustling of sheets.

Then, ever so carefully, you felt his fingers brush against yours—hesitant, barely there.

You almost smiled.

He knew.

Rather than calling you out, he played along. His hand shifted, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Then, a whisper, barely above the hum of the train.

"If you want more sleep, I’ll let you rest."

A pause. His fingertips ghosted over your knuckles, almost as if he was hesitant to let go.

"But I’d rather you stay with me a little longer."

Your resolve broke. Slowly, you opened your eyes, meeting his steady gaze. A small smile tugged at his lips—soft, barely there, but unmistakable.

"Good morning," he murmured.

And just like that, you melted.

“I swear on every cursed tool in this room, Gojo, if you don’t stop whistling—”

“You’ll what?” he grinned, reclining dramatically against a shelf stacked with scrolls. “Tickle me? Wait, no. That’s me.”

You glared at him from your corner of the closet, arms crossed, foot tapping like a metronome of rage. A training mission turned into chaos, a collapsing building, and now you were both stuck in a magically jammed supply closet with no signal. Of course it was Gojo’s fault.

He took a slow step toward you, hands in his pockets. “C’mon, don’t be so grumpy. This could be… fun.”

“We’re literally trapped in a dusty box with no air circulation.”

Gojo tilted his head, “You know what helps with stuffy air?” He smirked. “Laughter.”

Your brows furrowed just before his hand shot out and poked your side.

You gasped and jumped back into a stack of scrolls with a loud thud. “Don’t—!”

“Ohhh?” His grin widened like a predator who just scented weakness. “There?” Another poke, this time to your ribs.

“Gohojoh!” you half-yelled, half-laughed, twisting away. “K-knock it off!”

“You should’ve never let me know you’re ticklish~,” he sang, stepping closer.

“You shouldn’t be trying to figure out whether I am or not!"

But your protest turned into a squeal when his fingers skittered at your waist. You doubled over, trying to bat him away, but he was persistent — playful, not mean — and the laughter spilled out despite every attempt to hold it back.

“Okay! OKAY!” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the giggles. “You’re so—annoying!”

He finally relented, hands up in surrender. “See? Doesn’t it feel better in here now?”

You leaned against the wall, catching your breath, flushed and flustered. “You're the worst.”

Gojo leaned in, voice lower now. “Yet somehow, I always end up stuck with you.”

You blinked. His glasses had slipped down his nose a bit, and behind them, his eyes were actually… soft. Sincere, for once.

“Maybe,” you murmured, “you’re just really bad at choosing escape routes.”

“Or maybe,” he said, “I don’t mind being stuck. With you.”

You stared at him, brain buffering, trying not to think about how close he was, or how your heart was beating too fast for someone you supposedly couldn’t stand.

He reached out, slowly this time, brushing a speck of dust from your cheek.

Just as your lips parted to speak, the door creaked open. A student peeked in, confused. “Uh… you two good?”

Gojo stepped back with a stretch. “Perfect timing! We were just bonding.”

You huffed, pushing past him. “You’re unbelievable.”

But as you walked out, you didn’t stop him from following close behind. And you didn’t say a word when his fingers almost brushed yours the entire way back.

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