#posting drafts

(this is kinda almost embarrassing considering i'm older than Channie, but .....yeah)

mdni

He's a 10 out of 10, literally. Here's a catch tho, he has never, not for a single day, forgotten about his first leading lady who disappeared from the showbiz industry five years ago.

Gojo Satoru is the world’s top-grossing actor— a prodigy who grew up in front of the cameras and never stopped dazzling. The face of luxury brands like Dior, Prada, and Cartier, envied and adored by many.

Known for his blinding charisma, unforgettable roles, and the effortless charm that makes headlines, he is untouchable— like a fire that continues to burn with fervor.

You, on the other hand, were once the nation’s beloved actress, a rising star everyone rooted for. Elegant, versatile, and endlessly captivating, you were his first leading lady in a teen romcom series that became both of your breakthroughs.

But at the height of your fame, you vanished from the spotlight. No interviews. Only a statement from your company and a simple post on your social media, saying your farewell, not even a promise of your return to the industry. Just like that, you were... gone.

While he shone brighter with every passing year. Rising, dazzling, and impossible to ignore, you? You quietly built a new life far from the glamour. Somewhere abroad, chasing a different kind of dream no one knows.

Yet through all those years, Gojo never stopped mentioning you. Never stopped bringing you up in interviews, never stopped posting throwback photos or cryptic captions that him, yours, or both of your fans dissected endlessly. What had started as fan service-carefully planned, perfectly timed-had long since become something real.

And most importantly throughout those years? He never stopped thinking about you not even for a single day. Every little detail in his daily life reminded him of your memories together, reminded him of you. He was a man that yearns. Really.

So when his 29th birthday arrived, he expected nothing more than the usual surprises. His friends from the old series had put together a video greeting, containing their warm messages. Ngl, he never expected Sukuna to be there even if his only lasted a minute.

Then, with five minutes left, the screen went black.

For a few seconds, there was nothing.

And then the camera turned on.

His breath hitched, heartbeat rapidly increasing because the person in the screen was you. You appeared.

Your hair was different. Your style had changed differently from the last time he saw you. But what remained the same was your smile, the same smile he adores. And when you said his first name, gently, like no time had passed at all, his heart did something it hadn't done in years. It fluttered.

Next thing he knew, people on the internet were editing the two of you again, especially your characters, your interviews and videos together. The nostalgia came crashing back like a wave, stronger than ever. It turns out Shoko had posted the surprise video on her Instagram.

i had a thought of Tim in danger, and he shouts for Jason. not Hood, Jason. And he knows he can use Jason’s name because when he gets here, all these people are fucking dead.

and i’m just picturing Bruce being on his way to help Tim, and all he can hear is Tim screaming for Jason. He’s about to drop down and take care of business, and then shots ring out.

bang. bang. bang.

he looks again and all three kidnappers are dead, Tim is untied, and Jason is holding Tim to his chest. “It’s okay,” He mutters, “I’m here. I gotcha.”

Tim would never dream of outing Bruce or Dick, or even Damian. There’d be someone around to hear it.

the man in front of you grinned, a glint in his eyes as he took a slow step towards you. you stayed firm from where you stood, crossing your arms together as you practically dared for him to come closer. tension danced between you, and he accepted the challenge with such an arrogant expression on his face.

you hated it. the vainness he flaunted, the egocentric side of him always so clear and easy to see. he was never shy about expressing what he thought to be his worth, and as such the nature he held about himself irritated you.

you didn't fear him, nor try to seat yourself into his ideals as he was used to. instead you expressed your disdain towards him, giving him odd looks and rolling your eyes whenever he spoke, letting out muttered remarks about how annoying he was to yourself and hoping that to be enough of an outlet.

you’ve always thought that it must make him dislike you to a wild extent, but you’ll never know about the way that it excites him sometimes. he wonders what words it’ll take to make you tick further, the tone of voice he can use to pry certain reactions from you.