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“oh my god, i’m so scared” you held yourself above his abdomen, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

you don’t remember which one of you recommended it.

but now you were here, bracing yourself to be met with your boyfriends big ass tongue he has on his stomach. the mouth smirked, opening up to stick out his tongue.

“kuna!” you whined when he licked a stripe of your shaking cunt.

“what’s wrong? don’t like it?” he grinned, watching you struggle. his extra set of arms helped you lower down on him, completely sitting on the drooling tongue.

your back immediately arched, trying to lift yourself up again before he slammed you down.

“stay.” sukuna ordered, heavy hands still on your hips to still you.

“its weird!”

“just shut up and ride me, fuck.” he slid you back and forward, flattening the tongue down to fully cover your pussy. “good fucking girl.”

your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, hiding your face in his chest, allowing yourself to move. yourode him just as if you were to ride his face.

“ngh.. oh my fuck! can’t-“ your eyes closed shut when he forced his tongue up in you, if that was even possible.

“tastes so sweet.” he murmured, thrusting the tongue in and out. he pulls out just to nip at your clit with his tongue, hurting you in a way that was both painful and pleasing.

“babe!”

“sorry doll face.” the snicker he let out told you that he was in fact, not sorry.

his hand reached to grope your ass, encouraging you to ride him harder. faster.

you whimpers filled the room, face flushing red from how full you were. his tongue hit every spot bringing you closer to hitting your orgasm, and he knew it.

“cmon, cum in my mouth. give me a nice meal..” he grunted, flicking the tongue at your clit.

your nails dug into his neck, bracing yourself for your peak.

and when you did? he didn’t stop.

“never mind, not full yet.”

Best friend Satoru has started dating but why does it bother you so much?

Part-3 | Masterlist

You ignored Satoru’s text. In fact, you ignored all three texts that followed it. You stared at your screen for a good thirty seconds after receiving them, your thumb hovering over the keyboard before ultimately locking your phone and tossing it onto the opposite side of your bed.

If Satoru wanted to talk, he could wait.

Not because you were angry and definitely not because you wanted to punish him but because you genuinely did not trust yourself to have a conversation with him right now.

Every possible outcome sounded terrible. If he talked about the date, you would probably cry. If he talked about the girl, you would definitely cry.

And if he somehow noticed something was wrong, then you would have to lie directly to his face, which was somehow even worse. So you ignored him. Yeah, that was the best option according to you.

Which worked wonderfully for approximately twenty minutes. Then your phone started ringing. You glanced toward the screen.

Suguru.

A groan immediately escaped you. Still, you picked up.

“Hey, Suguru.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Not in a mood to flirt huh”.

“Impossible. You’re always obliged to fall prey to my flirt.”

“Definitely not today…Sugu-chan”. His laugh crackled through the speaker.

“How’ve you been?”

“Oh, incredible. Amazing. Never had better days in my entire life.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So let’s skip to the important part. Why did Satoru make you call me?” Just a moment of silence and then Suguru burst out laughing.

Actual, uncontrollable laughter. You immediately felt your eye twitch. “You guys are unbelievable.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure. Sure.”

“Suguru.”

“I’m serious.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m really not.” You buried your face into a pillow.

“You’re the worst.”

“I still can’t beat you to it.” After a moment, however, his tone softened. “Genuinely though. Are you okay?”

You did a little mental gymnastics to respond to that very simple question. Then immediately lied.

“Yeah.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You’re a terrible-terrible liar.” You sighed.

“My head hurts.”

“Still lying.”

“What if I am?” Suguru snorted. “Told ya”.

“What if I know exactly what’s going on?” That got your attention. You sat up slightly.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ve had front row seats to this disaster for years.”

“Mmmmmm, idk what you’re implying?”

“You and Satoru, dumbass.” You tried to make an excuse but even that felt exhausting in the moment.

“Suguru…”

“No, seriously. You two are exhausting.”

You grabbed another pillow and threw it at the wall despite being completely alone. “Says the man who enjoys watching everything burn.”

“I do enjoy watching everything burn.”

“Meanieeeee.”

“But that’s not the point.” You heard him shifting on the other end. Then came the question you had been avoiding.

“Why are you avoiding him?” You closed your eyes. The question immediately got you irritated.

“Did he send you?”

“No.” The answer came too quickly. Too honestly. Which somehow made it worse.

“So he didn’t?”

“He absolutely did.” You groaned again.

“Suguru-I’m hanging up.”

“He looks miserable.” Your heart betrayed you instantly. A stupid little leap. One you hated.

“He does not.”

“He does.”

“He’s fine.”

“He is not.”

You swallowed hard. Great! Now you’re making him suffer too. Then, because apparently you enjoyed hurting yourself, you asked, “Do you know about his date?” Suguru laughed.

“Of course I know about his date.”

“Right.”

“I’m his second-best friend.” The smile in his voice was unbearable. You could practically hear him sticking his tongue out.

“Congratulations. Iknow. It’s a prestigious title. You’ll soon be the only flag bearer for it.” There was a pause. Then his voice became more serious.

“What does that mean?” You immediately regretted saying it. “Nothing.”

“It didn’t sound like nothing.”

“It’s nothing, really. Don’t mind me. I’m not in the right headspace right now. And, definitely don’t say anything to Satoru.” Suguru let the silence stretch. Long enough to become uncomfortable. Then he sighed hard enough.

“We’ll talk about that later.”

“Hmm.”

“Anyway.” The sudden shift in his tone made you suspicious. “What?”

“So Nanami and I are throwing a small party tomorrow.” Your eyes narrowed. “The point is, both of us did really well on our business exams.”

“Show off…and?.”

“And we thought it’d be nice to loosen up before everyone else’s exams finish.” You already knew where this was going. “No.”

“I haven’t even asked yet.”

“No.”

“You don’t know what I’m asking.”

“You’re inviting me.”

“Correct.”

“No.” Suguru sighed again. “You realize everyone will notice if you don’t come, right?” You stayed quiet. Because unfortunately, he was right. You were usually the first person saying yes to these things. The first person dancing. The first person dragging everyone else onto the dance floor. Your absence would be obvious.

Especially to one specific person.

“How long are you planning on avoiding him?” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Suguru.”

“No. Seriously.” His voice softened and you could hear from his voice that he really cared.

“Whatever you’re doing right now isn’t helping.”

You didn’t answer. Because part of you knew he was right.

“He misses you.” Your chest sunk. You hated hearing that, and yet wanted to hear it from Satoru’s mouth. Anything that could help me understand if Satoru felt the same for you. But the rational part reminded you that missing a friend wasn’t the same thing as wanting them. Not even remotely.

“Just talk to him.” You laughed weakly at the advice.

“I cannot believe I’m getting relationship advice from you.”

“I give excellent advice.”

“You absolutely do not.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

Despite this whole argument, you can’t deny that Suguru at least put you in a good mood. Made you smile at least because the last few days were terrible enough already. So, eventually you lost the argument.

“Fine, I’ll come”

“Good.”

“I hate you.”

“Nah you absolutely love me, Satoru’s just a side chick.” You both laughed together and the call ended a few minutes later. Andddd just like that, your apartment felt quiet again.

You stared at your phone. Then at Satoru’s messages. Then back at the ceiling. You couldn’t avoid him forever. Sooner or later, you’d have to face him. You’d tell him you were sick. You’d tell him you were busy. You’d make up some excuse. And because it was Satoru, he’d probably believe you immediately.

The idiot was terrified of germs.

One mention of a fever and he’d start disinfecting every surface within a ten-mile radius. The thought almost made you laugh. Instead, you finally opened your messages and typed:

You: Sorry, Satoru. My head’s been hurting and I haven’t really been looking at my phone. I’ll see you at the party tomorrow. Just need some rest.

The reply came so fast it was almost embarrassing.

Toru: Do you want me to come over?

Toru: Did you take your meds?

Toru: Do you need food?

Toru: Are you asleep?

You stared ay the messages. A lump forming in your throat. Before eventually locking your phone without answering. A minute later, another message arrived.

Toru: Goodnight, Y/N. I miss you.

You stared at those four words for a very long time. Then looked away at some wall. Because if Satoru truly missed you, wouldn’t he be spending the last few days trying to see you instead of taking girls on dates? God, you really have become pathetic if such thoughts have started infesting in your mind.

No.

You were doing it again. Making assumptions. Building entire tragedies inside your own head. So instead you got up and finally tackled the laundry pile that had been staring at you like a judgmental demon for the last two days. Tomorrow would be easier. Tomorrow you would talk to him. Tomorrow everything would make sense. At least, that was what you kept telling yourself.

-

The next day quickly went by with you occupying yourself in meal prepping, showing up to the gym in a millennia and putting in some effort to look good for the party. You had to look beautiful.

Painfully beautiful. You don’t know the “why” of it though…or maybe you do know that but you’re a coward to even admit it.

The everything shower had taken nearly an hour. Your hair fell in soft curls thanks to the Dyson Satoru had bought you for your birthday after you’d spent months talking about it. He had shown up on a random Thursday carrying the box under one arm as though it were no different from buying coffee.

You remembered how hard you’d laughed and how happy you were that day. You remembered how easy it had felt. And somehow that memory hurt now too. By the time you finished your makeup and stepped back from the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself.

The leather skirt. The knee-high socks. The oversized sweater slipping casually off one shoulder.

The shoes you’d saved months to buy. Your nails. Your hair. Everything looked perfect. And somehow, standing there alone in your apartment, all you could think was:

I hope he notices.

The realization hit so suddenly that your stomach rushed bile up your throat. Because maybe Shoko was right. Maybe everyone had been right all along. Maybe this had never been one-sided friendship. Maybe the problem was that somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with your best friend.

And now you were about to see him for the first time in days. Without realizing that across town, Satoru had been standing in front of his closet for nearly forty minutes.

Trying on his fourth sweater. Because apparently, he had also decided tonight mattered.

By the time you finally arrived at Nanami’s apartment, you were just late enough for people to notice but not late enough for anyone to be annoyed. Which, honestly, was the sweet spot. The place was already alive when you rushed inside. Music hummed through the walls, conversations overlapped from every corner of the room, and the warm glow of hanging lights softened everything into something that felt strangely comforting. For a moment, standing near the entrance with your purse still hanging from your shoulder, you wondered if coming here had been a mistake. Then Shoko spotted you.

“Well, look who decided to join civilization.”

“There she is,” Suguru called from somewhere behind her. “We were taking bets on whether she’d bail.”

You immediately rolled your eyes. “I’m not that late.”

“You were twenty minutes late, since when has it EVER happened with you.”

“Good things arrive late, shutup”

Suguru just scoffed at you and started laughing. “A few days away from us and you have become so corny .” A few people laughed and the knot in your stomach loosened slightly. Good. This was good. Normal. Exactly what you needed.

You made your way further inside, greeting everyone properly. Nanami gave you a polite nod and told you he was glad you came, which somehow felt like receiving approval from a very strict university professor. Haibara was considerably more enthusiastic.

“Damn.”

You looked at him suspiciously.

“What?”

“You look really nice today Y/N.”

“Thank you! It’s me one percent of the time. The other ninety-nine percent?” You continued. “Homeless.”

Shoko chimed in- “Yeah that ninty nine percent is real ugly”- she jokes while moving her cigarette to your mouth which you quickly take a puff.

“Suguru, tell her she’s being mean.”

“I’m actually with Shoko on this one.”

“Betrayal. Unbelievable.” The laughter that followed felt nice.

Good. Maybe joining your friends was a good idea.

Because for the first time all week, you didn’t feel like you were drowning. Eventually Yuki appeared with Choso beside her, introducing the two of you properly even though you’d seen him around before. Choso looked exactly as uncomfortable as you felt.

“It’s nice to finally meet you properly.”

“Hey, you too.”

An awkward silence followed. Then another. Then a third. Until Yuki sighed dramatically.

“He’s socially strange.”

You just grined, trying to make him comfortable “Figured.”

“I am trying,” Choso said. And somehow that only made it funnier. The conversation moved on naturally after that. Stories, gossip, small talk, Haibara embarrassing himself repeatedly. The kind of comfortable conversations that only happened when everyone already knew each other well enough to stop pretending. You let yourself get swept up in it for a little while. Maybe Suguru had been right. Maybe isolating yourself in your apartment for days hadn’t actually helped. Maybe avoiding Satoru hadn’t solved anything. Maybe all it had done was make you miserable.

The thought lingered with you as you eventually slipped away toward the kitchen. You needed a drink. Nothing complicated. You were a creature of habit.

The same drink you’d been ordering for years sat comfortably in your hand minutes later as you leaned against the counter, allowing yourself a brief moment away from everyone else.

The kitchen was quieter. The music felt distant here which was good since your back of your eyes were throbbing so bad. And for the first time all evening, your thoughts caught up with you.

You stared down into your glass and exhaled slowly. Maybe you had been looking at this wrong. Maybe this didn’t have to be the end of anything. Yes, Satoru was dating someone. Yes, it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Yes, every time you thought about him holding another girl’s hand, laughing with another girl, looking at another girl the way you secretly wished he’d look at you, it felt like somebody had reached inside your chest and twisted.

But that didn’t erase what you already had. He was still your best friend. Nothing could change that. Not really. The thought settled over you gently. Because Satoru had always been yours in ways that mattered. Not romantically but close enough to forge a bond only hearts can forge, no malice to it.

But in all the little ways that built a life together. The way he’d remember your coffee order without asking. The way he’d save you the last slice of pizza even when he wanted it. The way he’d call you at ridiculous hours because he’d seen something funny and immediately thought of you. The way he’d always walk on the outside of the sidewalk. The way he’d send pictures of random things throughout the day with absolutely no context. The way he’d show up whenever you needed him, even if you hadn’t asked. You smiled despite yourself.

God.

You loved him. That was the problem. You loved him so much that even now, after everything, your first instinct was still to protect the friendship.

Maybe that was enough. Maybe it had to be enough. If the universe wanted the two of you together, it would happen.

And if it didn’t…

Well.

You still got to keep your best friend. The thought hurt but it also comforted you. You took another sip. Straightened your shoulders and decided that was it. No more avoiding him.

No more spiraling. No more acting like a teenager with a crush. You were going to talk to Satoru. You were going to be normal. You were going to be the friend he deserved.

Then, somewhere behind you, through the noise of the apartment, somebody laughed and said,

“Hey, Satoru’s here.”

Your heart reacted before your brain did, practically drumming in your ears like a horse’s. A small smile tugged at your lips.

Idiot.

You really were an idiot. But still, you pushed away from the counter and started walking. It had been days. Days since you’d seen him properly. Days since you’d heard his voice in person. Days since you’d looked at him without immediately finding an excuse to leave.

Maybe this was exactly what you needed. One conversation. One normal conversation. Proof that things hadn’t changed.

The living room was noticeably louder now. People had gathered toward the center, crowding around something—or rather someone. You couldn’t see him yet. Every few seconds you caught a glimpse of white hair before somebody moved in front of your line of sight again.

You frowned. Why was everyone gathered around him? What was happening? The music suddenly felt too loud. The apartment too warm.

You adjusted your grip on your drink and continued forward, weaving through groups of people.

“Move, ughhh.” He laughed and stepped aside. The crowd shifted a little a gap opened.

And finally—

You saw him.

The first thing you noticed was his grin. His bright and beautiful one. The kind of smile that had always made you feel like coming home.

The second thing you noticed was that he wasn’t alone. Your stomach dropped. Suddenly the temperature of the room was too hot. Like your body knew before your mind did. Like every survival instinct inside you had suddenly started screaming.

Because standing beside him was a woman. A beautiful one.

Elegant, kinda traditional looking.

Close enough that their shoulders touched. Close enough that they looked comfortable. Natural, like Satoru knew him much before he knew you. Like they belonged next to each other. For a second, your brain refused to process it.

And then Satoru looked up. Saw you. And his entire face lit up :)

“There you are”. The smile he gave you was so familiar it almost hurt. He immediately started walking over.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Your heart cracked. A tiny fracture spreading quietly through something already damaged. You opened your mouth.

Nothing came out.

And Satoru, completely oblivious, completely unaware of the war happening inside your chest, turned toward the woman beside him. His smile softened.

God.

That smile. You never hated his smile before. Then he looked back at you.

“Y/N, I want you to meet my girlfriend.”

“This is Utahime.”

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one small problem. 

you were ovulating. and never in your year of knowing gojo were you this down bad for him. yes you were aware he was handsome. only thing setting him back from getting any popularity with the girls was how much of an absolute geek he is. 

he could name you every constellation, every digimon character, and the whole script for every Star Wars movie. you personally found it attractive but you would never try anything with him. he was your best friend after all. 

so why is him laying there in his stupid collared shirt on the floor stuffing his face with chips making you so fucking horny?

"anyways, I kept begging and begging but that little kid just didn't want to let go of it! it was the last limited edition biyomon stuffed animal in that store!" he ranted. knowing your eyes should be focused on his face, they traveled down to his biceps peeking from his sleeves. 

you forgot he was jacked up. the first time you found out he went to the gym you were baffled thinking that he only had time for formulas and.. whatever he's talking about right now. 

"are you even listening to me?" his voice was muffled due to the amount of food he had inside, making him look like a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds. 

his glasses were sliding down his nose a bit and his hair was so perfectly messed up that under the faux universe lit up by the projector set on his desk only made him look even more ethereal. 

"..um yeah, sorry, continue." you mumbled. 

he looked at you weirdly, raising a brow before going back to rambling. but you seriously couldn't handle it anymore. your pussy was pulsing, literally saying his name in morse code and you were sure that your panties were drenched by now. 

gojo gasped at the weight of you. you shifted on his lap, tugging at his shirt quietly asking to remove it. 

to your surprise, he obliged, sitting up to allow you pull up his shirt. the fabric slid of his broad shoulders to fully reveal his toned abs, delicious muscles, and his happy trail. 

his face was serious, watching in silence. you were practically drooling at the sight of him, hands gently pushing him back to lay on the ground. 

gojo's jaw clenched. his hands finally placed themselves on your waist. his grip was strong, staring up at you in awe. soon enough, his breaths matched yours, coming out in heavy pants as you began to grind on his clothed tent. the outline of his cock stained against his pants. 

"take my pants off." he ordered. 

you were surprised but you didn't need to be told twice. your hands fumbled with his zipper, sliding his pants off along with his boxers. 

oh wow. he's huge. 

like, really, really huge. 

his tip was leaking pre, a nice shade of pink. your eyes trailed down. he was unshaven but honestly, you found that hot. 

a small whimper left your lips when gojo's hand shifted to squeeze one of your breasts, forcing you to now lay down, switching your positions. 

"been dreaming of this since forever.." his voice was rough and full of arousal. 

and you internally thanked your ovulation, because right now you were getting fucked like you never have before, making you feel like a virgin all over again. 

his thrusts were fast and deep, reaching into places you never knew were possible to touch. "mm fuck yes fuck yes yes yes.." he moaned into your ear, moving to kiss your neck, nipping at it hard enough to leave hickeys behind. 

your back was arching, arms wrapped around his waist. 

"oh my god!" you could feel yourself tear up. all you could process was how good his cock felt and the obscene sounds coming from you two. 

"y'know how many times i've jerked my fucking cock to you? you kept torturing me with those pretty skirts and and nah.." his words trailed off after feeling you reach your orgasm, squeezing hard enough to cut off any circulation on his dick. 

you panted, body feeling numb. your hands fell off his back thinking you were done. 

gojo kept pounding into you, even faster than before if even possible. "not done pretty, I haven't came inside you yet." and based from how he sounded, you were far, far from done. 

extra : 

"I was hoping to ask you out on a date first, y'know before we even fucked, so I'll ask you now." he was leaning on his elbow, staring down at you as he played with a strand of your hair. "that okay?"

at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.

but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.

satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.

you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.

“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.

he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.

“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.

“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.

“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.

“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.

“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”

“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.

little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…

fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.

it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.

“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.

“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.

when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.

at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?

“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.

“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”

“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.

“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!

you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.

“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”

you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.

“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.

there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.

“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.

“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.

satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”

you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”

“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.

you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”

“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”

“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”

“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”

“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”

“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.

“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”

“nooo…” your son shakes his head.

“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.

“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”

“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.

“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”

“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.

“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”

“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”

“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”

“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.

“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.

you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦

You woke up briefly when a warm hand brushed against your shoulder.

“baby…”

His voice was rough with sleep.

You barely managed a confused noise before he carefully slid an arm beneath you and guided you onto your side.

You blinked. “What are you doing?”

“You were on your back again.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“I know.” He tucked a pillow behind you so you wouldn’t roll over immediately. “But i read that’s not how you’re supposed to sleep right now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You read one article”

“I read six.”

His hand settled over your hip for a second, making sure you stayed on your side before pulling the blanket back over you.

“Go back to sleep.”

A few minutes later, after he’d drifted off, you rolled onto your back again.

The next thing you knew, he was half-awake mumbling something unintelligible as he gently nudged you back onto your side without opening his eyes.

It had become a habit.

When Satoru bought a new bed for you two to share, you had assumed it meant you would finally regain some personal space.

This was proven to be, in fact, false.

This was the third night in a row that you had been awakened by your husband's long limbs smacking you in your sleep. One lanky leg flopped over your own shorter legs while his arm draped over your stomach. It had become a routine of sorts; he would join you in bed around 4AM after finishing his duties, then around 5AM, he would begin his shenanigans.

At first, it was smaller, less irritable things like accidentally nudging you in his sleep, or snoring, but as time went on, his unconscious body seemed to turn restless. Satoru began to spread out on the bed, taking up around seventy five percent of the mattress, leaving you a sliver of space to occupy.

His lanky frame lay sprawled on the bed, limbs stretched out on top of your own as if you were his personal body pillow.

It eventually became insufferable; you couldn’t sleep with his constant invasion of your personal space, so you begged him to buy a bigger bed.

And that he did, except it somehow made the problem worse.

Now you lie awake, 5:17AM, with your husband snoring happily next to you, his leg draped over your hip, arm stretched over your collarbone, and face tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn’t understand how he managed to somehow take up the entire king-sized bed.

You huffed, trying — and failing — to push his body off of you, “Gosh, why are you so damn heavy?” You muttered under your breath, hand moving to nudge him awake.

“Toru, get up!” You whisper shouted, “You’re suffocating me, you oaf.” Gojo blinked groggily, bright blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room, “As much as I adore you, I’d like to get my three hours of beauty sleep, babe.” He groaned, nuzzling further into your neck, “Yeah, Toru. Me too, get off.”

He whined, pulling you further into his embrace as if he was trying to trap you. You rolled your eyes at him, hands still trying to push him away so you could actually enjoy your sleep. “Why do you hate me? I’m just trying to cuddle my wife,” he peeked up at you, blue eyes widening in faux puppy eyes.

“No, you’re suffocating me. Seriously, baby, how do you take up so much space?” He lifted his head, gasping in mock offence, “Are you calling me overweight? That’s so hurtful, I’ll have you know I have an amazing physique.” You stifled a laugh, brushing your fingers through his snowy hair, “Yes, Toru, I can see that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if all those sugary snacks caught up to you.”

“I’m just saying you sprawl out a lot, Toru, I’m trying to sleep, and I feel you practically on top of me.” He hummed into your neck, seemingly contemplating how to respond, “I just enjoy being close to you, is that a crime?”

You giggled, “It is when I’m practically being strangled.” Satoru whined louder this time, “It’s not fair, you deprive me of physical touch, babe.” You swatted his shoulder lightly, “Be quiet, you big baby. No one said we couldn’t cuddle. I just said stop confusing me for the mattress.” He pouted, “But you’re so soft.”

Leaning down, you kissed his pursed lips, “Just cuddle me like a normal person, okay?”

“But I’m not normal,” he sleepily argued.

You laughed, tugging lightly on his messy hair, “I know, baby. I know.”

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Insp by @/thatsallitchief nerdjo (accidentally. he was just so ingrained into my mind my nerdjo ended up being similar) Does this even count as nerdjo it’s lwk just Gojo with glasses… 😓

sukuna and toji sat on the old benches outside at the park bickering as theyve done since they were just teenagers. the only difference was that now they both had a small baby girl on each of their laps.

you and tojis wife sat near a table farther away from them, chatting about motherhood as you heard their voices get higher and higher in volume.

“what do you think theyre arguing about now,” she asked, smiling at her husband with loving eyes.

“couldn’t really care less, they do this basically everyday,” you scoff, shaking your head.

you could hear their conversation slightly, both of you pausing to listen in.

“okay yeah your she is pretty cute but shes way fatter than my angel here,” sukuna said, gesturing to tsumikis chubby cheeks and tubby belly. “am i right kuni? youre way cuter than her,” sukuna said to his daughter, planting kisses all over her even chubbier face.

“okay yeah fuckface, she is a little bigger but shes still cuter. shes just been bulking since birth and thats perfectly fine.” toji said, smirking and crossing his arms smugly as if it makes complete sense.

“bulking? nah bro shes just fat, she probably doesnt even understand the concept of-“

smack.

sukuna was abruptly cut off as your hand met the back of his neck with a loud pop.

“ah, the fuck was that for?”

smack.

“dont talk about tsumiki like that and watch your language. to be fair, you were even bigger than her when you were a baby.”

toji tilted his head back and let out a loud cackle.

“how ‘bout that shit. ryomen was a fat ass baby, i’d love to see that.”

Best friend Satoru has started dating but why does it bother you so much?

Part-2 | Masterlist

You spent the next few hours doing everything humanly possible to avoid thinking about Satoru. Unfortunately, every single thing seemed to lead back to him.

The worst part was that you felt like an absolute douchebag. Every time the ugly feeling in your chest resurfaced, every time you caught yourself wondering where he was, what he was doing, whether he was laughing or whether the date was going well, guilt immediately followed. Because what exactly gave you the right to feel this way? You had been on dates before. Plenty of them, actually. Some good, some terrible, some so painfully awkward that you had called Satoru the second you got home just to complain about them. Never once had he made you feel guilty for it. Never once had he questioned where you were going or who you were seeing. He would ask how it went, ask whether the guy was nice, whether you had fun, whether you planned on seeing him again, and then move on with his life.

There had always been an unspoken boundary between the two of you when it came to those things. Neither of you discussed details. Neither of you pried. It was respectful, comfortable, and had worked perfectly fine for years.

Which was exactly why this felt so unfair. Satoru was doing absolutely nothing wrong. You were the problem. So you tried distracting yourself.

You made dinner. You cleaned your kitchen. You folded laundry that had been sitting untouched for nearly a week.

When none of that worked, you eventually gave up and decided to watch Hail Mary, a movie you both had been looking forward to for months.

That lasted all of ten minutes. The film wasn’t even bad. In fact, from what little you managed to focus on, it was genuinely interesting. But every few scenes, some scientific explanation would pop up, and your immediate thought would be, if Satoru was here, he’d explain whatever’s happening on the screen to you in great detail.

You could practically hear him already. Some long-winded explanation about astrophysics that would start with a simple answer and somehow spiral into a forty-minute lecture that only he would find reasonable.

You paused the movie. Then resumed it. Then paused it again. Then rewind because you had completely missed what happened.

At one point you realized you had been staring at the same scene for nearly five minutes while thinking about absolutely nothing except the fact that you had originally wanted to watch it with him.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, dropping your head against the couch cushion. Everything was about Satoru. The movie. The silence. The evening. The fact that he wasn’t here. The fact that he was somewhere else. With someone else. Before your thoughts could continue spiraling, you grabbed your phone and called the first person who came to mind.

Shoko answered on the third ring.

“What?”

“Wow. So warm.”

“What do you want?”

“Can I come over?”

A brief pause. Then, “Sure.”

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself pulling on the nearest hoodie you could find, which unfortunately happened to belong to Satoru. You didn’t even realize it until it was already over your head. The familiar scent hit you almost immediately and for a second you considered changing into something else.

You didn’t. Mostly because that felt pathetic. Although, if you were being honest, pretty much everything about tonight felt pathetic.

You stared at yourself in the mirror while shoving your feet into your ugliest pair of Crocs and suddenly found yourself wondering how long it would take before you had to stop doing this. Stop stealing his hoodies. Stop treating his apartment like an extension of your own. Stop assuming there would always be room for you in every corner of his life.

Because if this date went well, eventually you’d meet her. That was how these things worked in relationships. She’d become his girlfriend. She’d meet your friends.

You’d smile. Shake her hand. Pretend your heart wasn’t actively trying to claw its way out of your chest. The thought alone made you feel sick.

By the time Shoko opened her apartment door, your mood had somehow worsened. She took one look at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“You look really happy.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped inside.

“Yeah, I know.”

Shoko continued staring. “What, are you on your period?”

“Nah. I think it’s close, though.”

“Hm.” The apartment was surprisingly clean. Suspiciously clean for Shoko to be honest. You glanced around before looking at her.

“Your place looks surprisingly nice today. What miracle happened?”

Shoko immediately pointed toward the door. “Are you here to slander me?” Ignoring her entirely, you headed straight for the fridge.

“Where’s the Diet Coke?”

“Ran out.”

“Shamefull.”

You settled for water instead, filling a glass before dropping onto the couch. For a few moments neither of you spoke. Shoko watched. You avoided eye contact. Eventually she sighed.

“So.”

“So?”

“What are you here for?”

You scoffed. “I can’t just visit my friend?”

“Be so fr rn.”

You took a long sip of water. Shoko crossed her arms.

“Where’s your other half?”

You groaned immediately. “Can you stop calling him that?”

“I didn’t say his name.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Okay then. Where is he?” For a moment, the room fell quiet. Then you looked down at your glass.

“Satoru’s on a date.”

The reaction was immediate. Shoko’s eyes widened. Then she let out a slow breath.

“Oh.”

“What?”

“Which is why you look like shit.” Your mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?” She looked genuinely offended.

“Are you serious?”

“Shoko.”

“No. Seriously. Come on.” You looked away immediately. Because suddenly the floor seemed incredibly interesting. Shoko, unfortunately, wasn’t letting you escape.

“Can we drop the act already?”

“What act?”

“The one where you’re pretending you don’t know what’s wrong.” You frowned.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” She stared directly into your eyes. And then, with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, she said, “Go tell your best friend you’re in love with him.”

The words hit you so hard that for a second you genuinely forgot how to breathe.

“What?”

“Tell him.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re in love with him.” You laughed. The sound came out strained. Almost desperate.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Baby, you’re wearing his hoodie while having an emotional breakdown because he’s on one date.”

“That is not what’s happening.”

“That is exactly what’s happening.” You buried your face in your hands.

“This is insane.” You stayed quiet. Because part of you hated how easily she said it. Like it was obvious. Like everyone knew except you.

“He is literally out on a date right now,” you finally muttered. “I’m not gonna ruin that.” Shoko stared at you. Then laughed.

“Oh wow.”

“What?”

“No, nothing.”

“Shoko, I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”

Silence settled between you. For a few moments, neither of you spoke. Then eventually you sighed. A tired, exhausted sound. “I don’t know what to do, it feels weird”.

Shoko’s expression softened slightly. “There’s nothing weird about this.”

“It feels weird.”

“Only because you’re emotionally constipated.”

You glared at her.

“What about him? He’s never said anything.” Your voice dropped quieter. More vulnerable. “What if this is just me?”

Shoko didn’t answer immediately. You continued.

“What if I tell him and he doesn’t feel the same for me? What if I ruin everything? What if I lose my best friend because I got confused and decided to say something stupid?”

The fears sounded ridiculous once spoken aloud. But somehow they felt even worse now. “What if I completely destroy the most important friendship I’ve ever had?”

Shoko sighed. “You think way too much.”

“Nevermind.”

“But I get it.”

You looked at her. And for once, she wasn’t teasing. “If you’re not ready, don’t tell him yet.”

You blinked. “Really?”

“Really.”

Then she shrugged. “Maybe wait. See how things go.” The answer should have comforted you. Instead it made your stomach feel twisted.

Because there was only one problem with waiting. “What if it goes well?” The words escaped before you could stop them.

“What if the date goes really well, Shoko?”

Neither of you spoke for a moment. Then suddenly your phone lit up. An Instagram notification. Your heart immediately lurched. Satoru had posted a story. You opened it before you could stop yourself. And immediately wished you hadn’t. It wasn’t anything over the top.

No pictures together. No faces. No romantic caption either. Just a photo from the restaurant.

Your staple restaurant. The place you and Satoru practically lived in. The place that knew your usual orders before you even sat down.

His food sat on the table. And across from him, partially visible in the corner of the frame, was a woman’s hand.

Elegant and pretty with short manicured nails. Long fingers wrapped around a drink. Nothing more.

Yet somehow it felt like a punch to the stomach. You stared at it. Far longer than you should have.

“He just posted?” Shoko asked. You silently handed her the phone. She glanced at it. Then looked back at you. “He’s literally just out.”

“Yeah.”

You swallowed. Suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Yeah. I know.”

You stood and looked back to see that Shoko was frowning. “You leaving already?”

“I think so.”

“You can stay here.”

For a moment, the offer sounded tempting. Then you shook your head.

“No.” Because as comforting as Shoko’s apartment was, all you really wanted was your own bed. Your own space. Your own thoughts. Even if those thoughts were currently ruining your life.

So twenty minutes later, you found yourself walking home through the cool night air, hands buried deep inside the sleeves of Satoru’s hoodie, completely aware that his apartment was only ten minutes away.

Eleven o’clock on Friday nights had always belonged to Satoru.

You realized that sometime around midnight when you were lying in bed staring at the ceiling, your phone resting face down on the mattress beside you. It wasn’t some official arrangement the two of you had made. Nobody had ever sat down and declared Friday nights sacred. It had simply happened over the years. Sometimes you ordered pizza. Sometimes it was takeout from that noodle place both of you loved. Sometimes one of you would show up at the other’s apartment carrying snacks and demanding a movie marathon. There had been entire Friday nights spent doing absolutely nothing except existing in the same room together, each occupied with your own thing while occasionally exchanging commentary about whatever ridiculous thought crossed your minds.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Satoru was on a date. And somehow that simple fact managed to make your apartment feel emptier than it actually was.

The thing that bothered you most was the silence.

Normally, if Satoru went anywhere interesting, your phone would be unusable within twenty minutes. He texted like he breathed. Constantly. Endlessly. You knew every minor inconvenience that happened during his day because he insisted on documenting all of them. He sent photos of food. Photos of random animals he encountered on the street. Photos of clouds that looked funny. There were entire conversations saved in your messages that consisted of nothing except him complaining about basketball practice or showing you memes at three in the morning.

Tonight there was nothing.

No texts.

No random texts, no complaints, no photos either. And that silence felt louder than anything else. Because if Satoru wasn’t texting you, then he was occupied.

And if he was occupied, then that probably meant the date was going well. The realization sat heavily in your chest. Of course it was going well. Satoru has always been a real charmer.

He was funny. Kind. Smart. Ridiculously attractive. Any girl would be lucky to have him. The thought alone made you want to punch a wall.

Eventually, exhausted by your own thoughts, you buried yourself beneath your blankets and forced yourself to sleep because surely there wasn’t a single problem in existence that couldn’t be made slightly more tolerable after a decent nap.

Unfortunately, when you woke up the next morning, the problem was still there. And there was still no text from Satoru.

You stared at your phone for a long moment while your coffee brewed.

Nothing.

No good morning. No update. No stupid meme. Complete silence. The rational part of your brain immediately came up with explanations.

Maybe he slept late. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he woke up late in her bed... That last possibility made your stomach turn.

Because eventually, wasn’t this exactly what was supposed to happen? He was allowed to fall in love, find a partner.

It was normal.

Nobody wanted their boyfriend texting his female best friend twenty-four hours a day. Nobody wanted to compete with a friendship that had existed for years.

Eventually there would be boundaries. Eventually there would be distance. Eventually you would stop being the first person he texted every morning And perhaps the most painful part was realizing that nobody was actually doing anything wrong.

This wasn’t betrayal. This wasn’t abandonment. This was life. This was what growing up looked like. You just hated it.

The thought lingered with you while you made breakfast. Two fried eggs, coffee, your vitamins lined up beside the plate. You forced yourself to eat despite having little appetite. Then you got dressed.

Normally you didn’t care that much. University wasn’t a fashion show for you. Most days you grabbed the first thing available and called it a day. Today was different. Today, despite everything, some stubborn part of you wanted to look nice.

You hated that too. So you picked a top that complimented your figure, threw on a pair of baggy jeans, pulled your hair into a messy bun, slipped into your favorite shoes, and headed for campus.

The entire way there, you kept telling yourself not to think about him. The entire way there, you failed.

By the time you reached your locker, your eyes were already drifting every few seconds. Because usually he was there. Usually Satoru would walk with you before class.

Usually he would find some excuse to steal your coffee and still call it disgusting knowing that it would always be bitter. Usually there would be a conversation. Today there wasn’t any of it.

Maybe he did wake up late beside somebody else.

The thought hit so violently that you physically flinched. Immediately disgusted with yourself. Immediately shoving the image away. You put your AirPods in. Went to walk towards your class. Focused on your notes. Focused on literally anything except the constant ache sitting somewhere beneath your ribs.

It worked until lunch. Because the moment you stepped outside, there he was.

Satoru.

Standing exactly where he always stood. Like nothing had changed. Like the last twenty-four hours hadn’t completely wrecked your emotional stability.

Your stomach betrayed you instantly. He looked tired. Not exhausted. Just slightly off.

His hair was messier than usual. A pair of sunglasses rested on top of his head. He wore a white shirt beneath a grey sweater, loose blue jeans hanging comfortably from his frame.

And for some reason, today you noticed everything. Which felt incredibly unfair.

“Hey,” he said.

You hated how relieved you felt hearing his voice.

“Hey.”

“How are you?”

“Good.” A lie.

“What about you?”

Something shifted across his expression. Not quite a smile. Not quite anything else.

“Good. Pretty good.”

You nodded.

He nodded.

The conversation suddenly felt awkward in a way it never had before. “Wanna grab lunch?” he asked.

“Sure.”

And just like that, the two of you started walking. For a few moments neither of you spoke. Then, because apparently self-destruction was your favorite hobby, you asked the question anyway.

“So.”

Satoru glanced over.

“So?”

“How was the date?” The effect was immediate. A faint blush crept across his cheeks. His hand moved to the back of his neck.

And suddenly your heart sank straight into your stomach. Because that wasn’t the reaction of somebody who had a terrible time.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It was good.”

Oh

“I’d say it went pretty well.” The smile you forced onto your face felt painful. “Oh. That’s awesome.” You could practically hear your heart breaking.

“Yeah.”

“What did you guys do?” He looked away briefly.

“We had dinner. Got ice cream after. Walked around for a bit and all you know…His smile softened. Then came the final blow.

“We’ll probably go out again.”

Here we go. .

Suddenly it wasn’t just one date. It wasn’t just a possibility. It was becoming something. Something real. Something permanent. Something that might eventually take your place.

“That’s amazing.” Your voice sounded strange when you heard it out loud.

“I’m happy for you, Satoru.” You weren’t sure if he believed you. You barely believed yourself. The silence stretched. And if you stayed any longer, you were going to cry.

Right there in the middle of campus. In front of him. So before your emotions could completely betray you, you adjusted your bag and forced another smile.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“I completely forgot. I have somewhere to be.”

Confusion immediately crossed his face.

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Weren’t we getting lunch?”

“Rain check.” You took a step backward. Then another. Every instinct screaming at you to leave. To get away. To breathe. “See you later, okay?”

He looked like he wanted to say something. But you didn’t give him the chance. You turned. And walked away as fast as you possibly could. By the time you reached the next building, your vision was blurring.

You hated it all. You hated this. Hated yourself. You hated that some stupid date had reduced you to this pathetic version of yourself that was full of envy. Most of all, you hated how badly it hurt.

Because for the first time in your life, you genuinely felt like you were losing him. And over the next two days, you did everything possible to avoid him. You went to class. Went home. Ignored his texts & calls. Ignored every notification that carried his name.

You built a routine around avoiding Satoru Gojo. A devastating, miserable routine. Because every time you saw him, you felt like saying something you couldn’t take back. And every time you imagined him with her, something ugly twisted inside your chest.

Sometimes, in your worst moments, you found yourself hoping she would break his heart. The thought horrified you every single time.

Because you loved him. Maybe not in the way Shoko insisted. Maybe not in the way romance novels described. But enough that you should want him to be happy.

Instead, you found yourself staring at your unanswered messages one evening, guilt pooling heavily in your stomach, when suddenly your phone began ringing again.

Satoru.

For the twenty-third time.

You almost ignored it.

Almost.

Then another notification appeared. Not a call but a text. And for the first time in two days, you considered looking at what he had to say.

Toru: Stop avoiding me. We need to talk.

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Best friend Satoru has started dating but why does it bother you so much?

Part-1 | Masterlist

The thing was, you never thought you would be one of those girls.

You had seen them online before. The female best friend who hated every girl her guy best friend talked to. The one who became possessive the second another woman entered the picture. The one who insisted she wasn’t jealous while actively making everybody miserable. You hated those stories. Hated those girls. Every time a video appeared on your feed talking about them, you always found yourself rolling your eyes because honestly, if your friendship was truly platonic, then why would another relationship threaten it? Why would it matter if your best friend started dating someone?

Which was exactly why your current predicament was driving you insane.

geto suguru swallowed malicious beings, forced himself to accommodate to humanity’s evil desires in spite of the awful taste that lingered on his tongue. what he would not allow, however, was for his daughter to go through the same thing.

PAIRING: suguru geto x fem reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: SFW but i’d prefer minors don’t interact with my account. existence of curses/canon divergence. angst. hurt with some comfort. main character death. suguru geto being a girl dad.

jujutsu society is cruel and unjust.

Art by me!

MY EMPLOYEES ARE SECRET AGENTS || EPISODE ZERO: PROLOGUE

TAGS ೃ⁀➷ Fem!Mouse!Reader , CAFE!au , HYBRID!au , No use of “Y/N” , themes of discrimination/Prejudice/Bigotry , cursing , backstory , minor Satoru cameo

SYNOPSIS ✧.* How you came to open a cafe as a Mouse Hybrid

MASTERLIST TO THIS SERIES ✧.* >> My Employees are Secret Agents!

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Why doesn’t she have ears and a tail like you do?