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gojo sighs softly as he finishes making another another latte. spinning the coffee with a spoon before gently taking the glass to hand. he makes his way from behind the counter, and to the table that had ordered it. placing it down with a smile, and breathing a sigh of relief as it was almost time for his break.
atleast, he thought so.
“gojo can you get that?”
he hears one of the women he works with at the cafe shout. as the bell indicating another customer had come in rang. he sighs once more, but nods at her and makes his way back behind the counter.
“just one?”
he asks, taking a menu to hand as he had barely even looked up at the person. but when he does, hes taken back for a moment. he was dressed nicely, but not to formal. just a white t-shirt, that had a small pocket on it. tucked beneath a pair of light blue jeans, with his onyx black hair pulled back into a neat bun.
“just one”
the taller man confirms with a nod, and a smile as he held up on finger.
gojo was taken back for a moment, but he returns the smile and nods. taking the single menu and going back around the counter to guide the man to a table, seating him at one of the booths in the corner, and then placing the menu down ahead of him when he sat.
“have you been here before?”
gojo asks softly, taking the pen and paper from his pocket he kept to take orders.
“a few times”
the man says with a laugh, but it was a lie. he had been here a lot, but he knew saying a few would open up a conversation for recommendations. and then this pretty waiter would talk to him even longer. and it wasn’t an outright lie, was it? a few could be up for debate for any amount of times to anyone. it was a lie, that couldn’t exactly be disproven. because no one could tell him what he thought ‘a few’ was.
“but i usually get coffee”
he says, and gojo giggles a bit at that.
“well what kind of coffee?”
the man pauses for a minute, and then speaks once more.
“just black is fine”
gojo raises a brow, but doesn’t question it and writes it down before speaking again.
“and a name for the order?”
“geto”
and gojo laughs again.
“well geto ill be back with your coffee”
he nods, leaning back into his seat. he had seen gojo before, although he had never spoken to him. but he knew enough to know they go to the same university, so he pulls his keys from his seat. that had his school id attached to them, and lays them casually on the table. making it easy to recognize.
and not long later, he spots gojo once more. coming with a cup on a smaller plate in hand. and just as geto perceived gojos eyes land on the id, that geto moves out of the way for the coffee.
“you got to asu?”
and geto nods, as gojo gently places the plate down on the table ahead of geto.
“i assume you do as well?”
and gojo nods happily, geto thought his smile as cute.
“psychology major”
gojo says with a laugh, hands resting held together behind his back.
“but i do dance on the side”
geto nods, and takes a sip of his coffee as gojo speaks again.
“what about you?”
and geto gives that charming smile before speaking himself.
“art major”
he hums.
“maybe we could study together sometime?”
he adds, and then he adds another lie.
“i actually have a test coming up”
and gojo falls right into it.
“i can help!”
he seemed a little excited, and it was adorable to geto.
“oh and”
gojo says, unhooking his hands from behind his back and pointing to the name tag on his sweater as he spoke.
“my names gojo”
geto already knew that. between noticing the name tag, and hearing the woman who has previously called his name. but he still smiled and nodded, taking another sip of his coffee.
and then just like that, the womans calling for him again. he perks up, and then gazes over his shoulder back at her. nodding and telling her he’d be right there before pulling the paper and pen back out of his pocket.
he scribbles his number on it, with his name and a smiley face under it. then places it on the table ahead of geto with a giggle.
“just text me”
he whispers, before running back off to help the woman who was calling for him.
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gojo finds himself sighing once again, as he had been wiping down all the tables himself. while his boss organized things in the back, and they were the only two left. it had been a few hours since geto left, and gojo hadn’t had time to check his phone.
but now with the cafe empty, and his boss in the back, he slips it out of his back pocket. using his finger print to unlock the phone, and then swiping his notifications down.
( november 28, 9:30 pm.)
+1 336 203 9985 : hey, its geto from the cafe earlier.
gojo looks over his shoulder before gently saving the number in his phone. and then tapping his fingertips across the screen to write his reply.
( november 28, 9:32 pm. )
gojo <3 : hii, i get off work in half an hour so i can text more when i’m off.
geto : do you need a ride home? my apartment isn’t to far.
gojo <3 : oh, sure! if it isn’t to out of the way.
geto : its not, i can be there by ten.
gojo can hear his boss coming back down the hallway. so he quickly fumbles a ‘thank you’ text. and then resumes wiping down every single booth table in the cafe. and for the next half hour after he finished that, he was cleaning glasses or cleaning behind the counter, and then the counter top.
and then, finally, ten o’clock rolls around. and gojo goes to the back to grab his bag, and say goodbye to his boss with a laugh. slipping his phone back out his pocket, and glancing at it as he walked across the cafe.
( november 28, 10:02 pm. )
geto : im outside, black four door parked to the left of the doors.
and as he said he was, when gojo rounds to the left hes greeted by the sight of geto. who was leaning on the front of his car, on his phone texting while he waited. but once he hears gojos footsteps, he looks up and smiles.
“sorry it took a few minutes”
gojo says with a laugh.
“my boss always has me cleaning till the last minute”
“its alright”
geto says, sitting up from leaning on the car and taking to his feet. he walks around the front, and opens the passenger door for gojo. who hesitates for a moment, because no one had outright done that for him often. but he walks over, and climbs into the passenger side seat.
geto carefully closing the door, taking care not to outright slam it shut. and then rounds the front of the car, and jumps into the drivers side himself. and then takes his phone to hand, and passes it to gojo with his maps app open.
gojo taps the address to the dorms he lives in into the phone. blissfully unaware of the fact geto would more then likely save the address. and even if geto admitted it, he could just say it was incase he picked gojo up again, right?
“do you work a lot?”
geto asks, one hand on the steering wheel.
“not that much”
gojo says with another laugh, that was so adorable to geto.
“just when they need me, which is usually once or twice a week”
as he shyly brushes his snowy white hair from his face.
“well i guess ill be coming once or twice a week then”
and gojo laughs with geto.
“what about you? do you work?”
gojo asks, and geto shakes his head with a smile.
“i focus on school, on scholarships and have a lot saved”
“woah”
gojo says in amazement.
“you must be really good at art”
“you could say that”
“what kind do you major in?”
gojo asks, he seemed a bit excited.
“just drawing and painting, nothing special”
“it is special!”
and geto smiles at him, as he pulls into the area with the dorms.
“oh, right there!”
he says, pointing to an area where two men were standing outside.
“thats my roommate”
he says, taking his bag to his lap from the floor of the seat.
“come say hi!”
and geto nods, parking the car and then cracking his neck as he stepped out.
“nanami!”
gojo shouts, as one of the men smoking a cigarette turns around mid conversation with the other man.
“gojo? whos this?”
the blond asks, looking a bit confused.
“this is geto! he goes to asu with us”
gojo hums happily, leaning against getos shoulder as he spoke.
nanami narrows his eyes, but smiles.
“nice to meet you, i’m nanami”
he says, taking one last hit of his cigarette and then tossing it to the ground as he steps on it.
“this is mahito, hes about to go get gas”
and the other man smiles and waves before speaking.
“ill be back soon”
he waves again, making his way from the group and to his car.
“we better get inside, its getting late”
nanami says, reaching out for gojo by his wrist and gently guiding him to follow him.
“ill text you!”
gojo says, looking over his shoulder as nanami guided them inside the dorm building. and once their inside, they climb the stairs to their room, and nanami opens the door while gojo follows him inside and then, nanami sighs.
“please tell me you didn’t have some random guy bring you home”
he says.
“you know i would’ve come and got you”
“its okayyy”
gojo laughs, drawing out the word, but nanami still wasn’t happy about it.
“my boss was gonna drive me home like always, but he offered! hes nice”
“nice? when did you meet him?”
“today”
and nanami out right sighs again.
“gojo you can’t do that, he could be dangerous”
“hes not dangerous! hes nice, he goes to school with us”
“him going to school with us doesn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt you”
“you’re so paranoid”
gojo huffs.
“no im just worried about you”
nanami says, with another shy and shaking his head.
“please be more careful”
he adds, and gojo nods with his arms crossed.
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geto rolled to his side with a yawn, the light seeping through the lazily pulled together curtains hitting his eyes. throwing the duvet from over top his body, and to the side as he rolled his shoulders.
he yawns again, and looks over at the digital clock on his nightstand. reading nearly ten am. he didn’t have classes today, but he wasn’t sure if gojo did. and when the thought of gojo hits him, he fumbles to find his phone in the duvets.
finally taking it to hand, and tapping in the code to access it as all the notifications from the previous night begin to pop up. but he was only concerned about one.
( november 29, 7:09 am. )
gojo <3 : goodmorning :D
and he smiles, having saved the heart next to gojos name the previous night.
( november 29, 9:56 am. )
geto : goodmorning, you were up early.
gojo <3 : i had class, but i’m finished till around 3:45
geto : im free all day, if you wanted to study today.
gojo <3 : sure!! i have time before my class whenever you want to.
geto : are you still at the school, i can meet you at the library in twenty.
gojo <3 : okay :D
geto tosses his phone down on the bed. before forcing himself to sit up despite his drowsiness, and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. taking to his feet with a stretch, and then another yawn.
scratching the back of his head as he crossed the room to his closet. quickly stripping himself of the clothes he had worn to bed after his shower, and changing into one of the most basic outfits he wore. but instead he decided on a black t-shirt, tucked into his black jeans.
as he tucks the shirt while walking, he opens up his bag sitting in his chair at his desk. thankfully he almost always always kept a pad and paper with his textbooks in it. assuring everything was in it as he threw the bag over his shoulder, and grabbed his keys that were hanging up by the door.
the whole drive, all he could think about was gojo. gojo, gojo, gojo. his pretty white hair, his impossibly long snowy lashes, the small part that remained in his pomegranate lips. and gojo liked him to, of course had to right? and of course geto has to know everything about gojo.
he spends the drive lost in his thoughts about the other. and somehow manages to focus on the road enough to make it in the school in the next 15 minutes. but he was a little early, but gojo lived in dorms and he was already at the school, so he’d likely be here.
and even if he wasn’t, geto could wait. because gojo was worth waiting for. but he parks his car, reaching over to the glove box and pulling out his student parking pass. tugging it onto his mirror, and stepping out the car.
he locks it, and pushes his keys into his pocket. slipping his phone out the other, and tapping in the code as he walks. he gets distracted by other notifications, and by the time hes in the library and about to text gojo he hears the light shuffling behind him.
“boo!”
and he jumps a bit, turning to the sight of the younger standing behind him, holding his books.
“did i scare you?”
he says, looking a bit excited. and geto smiles.
“a bit”
“good!”
gojo says happily, gently brushing past geto, who follows.
“you must be full time as well?”
and gojo nods as he leads them through the large library, to a table with not many people around it.
“just five classes”
and geto chuckles.
“just?”
as it was one class over the full time mark.
“what kind of classes do art majors take?”
gojo asks curiously, sitting down while geto instead of sitting across from him, chooses to sit next to him.
“well right now ive been focusing on color theory and art history”
he laughs, and gojo laughs with him.
“what year are you in?”
he asks, gazing over at gojo who was flipping through textbook pages.
“first”
he says timidly, but geto only smiles at him.
“im only in my second, so im not to far ahead of you”
he takes the books from his bag, and places one on the table that earns gojos attention.
“show me show me!”
as he scoots closer to geto. whos heart flutters a bit, but nonetheless he opens the textbook, and flips through.
“it looks boring”
gojo frowns, but geto laughs again and stops on a random page.
“woah”
gojo says in amazement, his finger pointing at one of the photos of a sporty like painting.
“are they playing basketball?”
he asks, referring to the people in the painting. and geto nods, but he gently reaches out for the hand gojo has pointing to the photo, and gently drags it down to the text under it.
“because art use to be an olympic sport in 1912 to around the 1940s”
as gojos cheeks darken a shade of crimson, and getos hand remains on top of his, his finger pointing at the text.
“they gave metals out to sports inspired architecture, painting, sculping, and even literature”
gojos cheeks are still darkened, and he almost stammers when he tries to speak. but he doesnt get his words out before their approached by two women.
“is this your boyfriend?”
one of them says, and the other chimes in.
“so cute!”
gojo blinks at them, and gazes over at geto with a confused look gracing his angelic features.
“what are you two doing here?”
geto asks, blinking at them.
“its almost like we go to school here”
one of them jokingly scoffs.
“nevermind that, introduce us!”
and geto rolls his eyes, but turns to face gojo.
“gojo, this is shoko”
he says pointing to one of the women.
“and thats her girlfriend, utahime”
pointing to the other women who looked excited.
“utahime, shoko, this is my friend gojo”
gojo blinks a few more times, but gently brings his hand up to wave.
“gojo you’re so cute!”
utahime hums, smiling at him.
“i can see why geto likes you”
and the crimson that had disappeared from his cheeks, once again darkens.
“yeah, yeah, were studying you know”
geto says, but utahime only snickers.
“were having a party tonight! come play guitar for us”
“im busy”
geto says almost instantly.
“come on~ you can bring gojo with you”
shoko teases.
“and if gojo doesn’t want to go?”
geto says, but utahime and shokos eyes both dart to gojo who only blinks at them before speaking.
“i can go!”
“then its done!”
and geto only rolls his eyes.
“well text you the address~”
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“you’re going where?”
nanami deadpans as gojo cheerfully comes through the dorm door.
“a party silly”
and nanami, hes still staring.
“gojo after what happened last time this isn’t the best idea”
but gojo only rolls his eyes.
“its been months, i’m fine now”
he laughs.
“besides i’ll be with geto”
and nanami, he sighs.
“i dont think this is a good idea at all, even if its been months since it happened”
but gojo only laughs it off again.
“its okay, i’ll be okay”
he tries to reassure nanami, as he takes his school bag off his shoulder and places it down by the door of the dorm.
“im not gonna be alone, i’ll be with his friends to, i promise”
as he slips his shoes off next, and smiles at nanami.
“its okay silly”
he says, in an attempt to reassure him more.
“look just don’t go anywhere alone, okay?”
nanami says, and gojo nods happily in agreement.
“no where alone!”
he says, with another adorable giggle.
“how was class?”
nanami asks, making his way back to his bed with his laptop on it.
“it was okay, i just have to hurry up and get ready”
gojo says, as he crosses the room towards the closet.
“do you need me to drive you?”
and gojo shakes his head, and once again nanamis staring.
“is he picking you up?”
and gojo nods, but is quick to come up with a lie to calm nanami.
“his friends are to!”
it wasn’t a bad lie, right? he had ridden with geto before, and geto wasn’t dangerous. so nothing would happen, and this way nanami wouldn’t be worrying about him. so nanami nods, and resumes his work on his laptop for one of his classes while gojo picks out an outfit.
if it wasn’t the end of november, and freezing outside, he’d wear shorts. he didn’t want to wear jeans either, so he decides on a pair of black leggings. and then a mint, knitted sweater that was a size or two bigger then he wore.
he takes it, over his arm and walks to the bathroom. closing the door behind him, listening to nanami peck at his keyboard while he worked before he strips himself of the clothing he wore. pulling the leggings over his feet, then his legs, and pulls them up to his waist. the sweater was thick, but not to thick. and the sleeves came over his hands when he put it on, and just exposed the fingertips. in its own weird little way, it made him feel safe.
he feels the fabric against his fingertips. as he remembers his phone was still in the pocket. scrambling to get it out when he heard it vibrate, and finally taking it to hand once he managed to find it. using his finger print to open the phone and instantly moves to his texts to see if it was geto.
( november 29, 5:58 pm )
geto : i got here a little early, so i’ll be outside waiting.
and what gojo should’ve seen as creepy that geto didn’t need his address again, he brushed off. after all he went to school here, its only natural to know where the dorms are. not even bothering to think of the fact geto knew exactly which dorm he was in, and sitting exactly in front of it. nor did he think about the fact geto had gotten here before the time gojo said he’d be ready. but instead of finding it creepy, he found it endearing. because geto cared, so he just wanted to be early and on time, right?
( november 29, 6:00 pm )
gojo <3 : i’ll be outside in a second, sorry!
just as geto said he was, he was outside. sitting at the front of his car, smiling when he saw gojos name with the heart come across his phone. and when gojo comes out the door, of course geto is almost in the precise spot, and as close as he could be. but gojo doesn’t think anything of it, he just smiles at geto and waves.
and geto takes to his feet, walking over to open the passenger door for gojo. who smiles still, and timidly makes his way up to walk over, and take seat in it. of course geto is gentle when he closes the door, and gojo brushes his hair from his face while geto rounds the front of the car to the drivers side.
“class was okay?”
geto asks, with his charming smile. and gojo nods a few times, happily.
“i won’t have to play guitar long, don’t worry”
he says with a laugh, but gojo was quick to say it was okay.
“i don’t mind, really”
he says, nervously brushing his hair from his face again. he didn’t know why he got so nervous around geto. like their were a bunch of butterflies dancing around in his stomach. his eyes fall away, and down onto geto’s outfit who was driving. he was wearing a pair of black jeans, washed out and ripped at the knees a few times. with a white t-shirt, that had some graphic black design on it. tucked beneath the jeans, that were tied together with a leather black belt, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled over once or twice.
he looked nice, and that made gojos cheeks darken. but hes whipped back into reality when geto speaks again.
“while im on stage, you can sit with utahime and shoko maybe?”
and gojo nods again. he knew they were going to a club, but it wasn’t open today, and someone utahime knew, also knew the owner of the club and said they could use it. so they had an officially stage and everything. geto knew gojo was underage, because he was only 18, but insisted it was okay because they knew the owners. geto was 21, but had started college one year late, so he was only in his second year.
but before they knew it, they were at the club that wasn’t far from the school. and geto was quick to jump out the car, the second he had it in park, so he could open the door before gojo could. gojo takes notice of it, and sits tight with a smile curling his lips, while geto quickly walks around the front of the car.
he opens the passenger door for gojo, who steps out and smiles at him. while geto opens the back door, and pulls his guitar in its case out. throwing it over his shoulder, and then gazing back at gojo before gently taking hold of his wrist to lead him inside the club.
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geto held one arm around gojos waist as they walked. while gojo rested his head on the olders shoulder, letting him take the lead. and he leads them right to where a line of people were waiting, but walks past them to the men who were standing at the front of the line letting people in. gojo doesn’t tune into their conversation much, more so amazed by the amount of people here. gazing around while geto placed his guitar down to take his wallet from his pocket, and show his id because utahime had given them his name. and soon after they read it, they allow them in. and geto keeps his arm around gojos waist the entire time.
“stay close”
he murmurs, and gojo nods against his shoulder before lightly clinging to him. allowing geto to lead them through the already crowded club. utahime had always had parties here before, so he knew his way around. leading them to the back, to one of the rooms where both utahime and shoko were sitting.
“finally!”
utahime says as she jumps up from her seat, and geto only rolls his eyes. guiding gojo to sit down on one of the couches across from the girls, sitting as close to gojo as he possibly could. and sitting his guitar case down ahead of them, as he moved to unzip it.
“im playing acoustic, not electric”
he says, as he takes the expensive guitar out from its case and into his lap.
“we didn’t wanna set electric up anyways”
utahime says, sticking her tongue out at geto a bit.
“yeah, yeah, whatever”
geto plays with the guitar a bit, making sure it was in tune and ready to play, strumming the strings a bit.
“are you almost ready?”
utahime whines in her seat, leaning back into it dramatically. but geto only rolls his eyes again, and fiddles with the guitar for another few seconds before moving to stand up with the guitar in hand.
“take gojo and for the love of god stay with him, i’ll be out in a second”
and utahime happily takes to her feet, walking over to gojo and holding her hand out for him to take. after he blinks for a second, he reaches out and takes her hand. that she uses as leverage to pull his smaller frame up out of his seat with ease. gojo tries to keep up with her, as she leads them from the room and down the hallway, back out to the crowded club area. and by the time they get through the crowd its been a few minutes, and someone was coming onto the stage.
they speak into the mic, introducing that geto would be coming out to play for a bit, to the hundreds of people that crowded the club. and utahime pulls gojo into a seat at the bar, he stumbles to sit down for a second but settles into the seat as utahime calls over the bartender. she orders something for all three of them, and before gojo can reject the drink, shes shoving it in his face.
he had never drank before, and he knew nanami would kill him if he came home drunk. and give him another long, long, lecture about how hes putting himself in harms way. but a little wouldn’t hurt, even though he had no concept of alcohol or how much could get him drunk, and not even knowing what he was drinking. he still takes a sip of it, and in all honesty it wasn’t the best, and it smelled strong. but he didn’t want to disappoint, so he keeps drinking it.
and as hes taking sips of the drink, having no concept of how much he was even drinking. geto finally comes onto the stage. gojo presumes people came to these parties often, and geto probably played at them often. because the second he hits the stage, people start clapping and cheering. but geto doesn’t even look phased, hes so calm and it amazes gojo. how he can stay so calm on a stage in front of hundreds of people, with them all staring at him, waiting.
he keeps his eyes on geto, who smiles at the crowd and adjusts the microphone down to the proper height as he sat down. he doesn’t talk much, only clearing his throat before he began playing. and when the gentle sound of the strumming hit gojos ears, it was saccharine. the club was so loud, as well as the sound of the guitar was. but it was like all gojo could hear, all he could think about, was geto.
after the first song, that was a few minutes long. he takes a small break, that people use to mix around, get refills on their drinks, or move up closer to the stage to dance. and before he starts playing again, utahime passes another drink to gojo. it isn’t till the next song plays, and then another after that, that the alcohol starts to hit gojo. and the more he drank, the more it hit him, the more of an undying desire he had to be closer to geto, to be back in his arms.
he watches geto, in a drunken amazement while he plays for the next ten to fifteen minutes. finally, he plays his final song, and leans into the microphone. thanking the crowd, and being met with loud praises and cheers. continuing as he picked himself up and made his way off the stage. soon after, more music starts playing from what gojo presumed to be the dj. but thinking right now was hard, and his head was hazy. it remained hazy till he spied geto coming through the crowd, smiling at him.
gojo moves to stand, and finally everything he had been drinking hits him all at once. he didn’t know what degree of drunk he was, but whatever he perceived his levels to be, he was way beyond that. and he tries to walk to geto, but he stumbles a bit and would’ve fallen if not for geto quickly catching him and sitting him back down.
“are you okay?”
he says, and hues of worry seep through his tone. but gojo doesn’t speak, just still staring in his own little drunken amazement. not realizing how long he had been staring until geto catches a glimpse of the glasses behind him before he glares over at utahime, who just shrugs and continues drinking. he leans past gojo, holding him close to his chest and asking the bartender for a water.
gojo leans in closer to getos chest, catching the scent of his cologne and taking it in. whining softly when geto leaned back with the water in hand. gojo tried to lean against his chest again, but was stopped by geto as he tried to help him to his feet.
“you smell”
gojo says softly.
“really, really, really good”
and geto just laughs a bit, taking the water to hand and taking his hand out for gojo to take.
“and you’re, really, really, really drunk”
but gojo rejects his hand, and instead leans in against his chest with a whine.
“lets go get you some air, yeah?”
geto hums, wrapping one arm around gojo to hold him closer.
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the clubs energy had died down, as softer, slower music started to play. and most people were still dancing together, but slow dancing this time. and as geto is trying to lead gojo from the club gojos eyes land on the couples dancing and he stops geto in his tracks to speak.
“c-can we dance? like that”
he was still wobbly, and in no walk on his own, much less dance. but geto just smiles at him and then speaks.
“we can dance, after you drink some water”
as he passes the bottle to gojo, who takes it with another whine. but he nods, and takes a few sips of it, then looks at geto with pleading, azure eyes.
“and after we get you some air”
gojo whines again, but he doesn’t have much time to before geto is leading them again. he leads them through the hallway they were previously in. but to a different room in it with a closet that they go into. and a window that geto can open for gojo to get some air. he pulls a stool for gojo to sit on, while he opens the window and gojo whines again.
“ou-outside”
he hiccups a bit, but geto only shakes his head. while the cool, night air rushed in from the recently opened window.
“you’re way to drunk to walk outside”
geto says, taking his own stool to sit down on. and as he does, gojo tries to stand himself.
“im n-not”
he hiccups again, but he stumbles and almost falls again. geto was quick to react, and pulls gojo into his lap. the younger falling into it, and squirming to straddle him as he does. letting out a little huff, and looking up at geto with his flickering azure orbs. and those snowy, snowy lashes. that were impossibly long, and fluttering against his skin as he blinked. and when their eyes meet, they freeze. staring at each other, until gojo softly exhales. and brings his plush, pink lips to brush against getos.
he wraps both arms around gojo. and then he leans in, connecting their lips and kissing the younger. and it was almost like something ignited in them both, because they kissed. they kissed like they were only made for it, like this was their purpose. as gojos body melted into getos. the world fell away around them, and geto pressed his tongue to the seam of gojos lips silently pleading for entrance, until the air in gojos lungs becomes a soft moan and he parts his lips.
gojo runs his hands up to getos hair, that had been pulled back into a bun. but now it was messily fall out of it, as gojo scramble to untie the hair tie. and he took fist fulls of the onyx hair into his palms, and clutched onto it. tugging at it, causing geto to groan into their kiss. his arms moving from around gojo, to rest on his hips. while gojo presses their bodies closer together, letting out tiny whimpers and moans into their kiss.
and finally geto breaks away, drawing breath but letting his lips run down gojos neck. who more then willingly tilts his head to the side. allowing geto to ravish in all of his skin, while the olders hands came tightly around his hips. and he starts grinding down against getos crotch, rocking his hips down while geto lightly nipped at his neck. and moves his hands back to cup the curves in gojos ass, and guide him to continue grinding his hips down.
it wasn’t till gojo started fumbling at getos jeans and trying to unzip them. that geto stopped kissing his neck, and found it within himself to stop gojo,
“gojo, gojo, stop”
he resumes his position on gojos hips but using it as leverage to guide him to stand then sit back down on the stool across from them. gojo whines as he does so, before geto speaks again and gently sets him down.
“you’re drunk, really drunk, this isn’t right”
gojo whines again, and pouts before he speaks.
“i-i’m okay”
and the fact he hiccuped was more then enough of an indication as to how drunk he still was.
“no, you’re not”
geto says again, this time in a more stern, yet still caring tone.
“you don’t want to”
gojo pouts a bit, looking down. and thats when geto gently brought a hand to cup his cheek, and guide his attention back up.
“i do want to, i wanna touch you so badly right now, its driving me crazy”
“then touch me”
gojo whispers, reaching out for getos hand and leaning forward. geto drops his hand from gojos cheek, and takes gojos other hand and holds it tightly. but he brings it to his lips, and kisses his hand softly.
“i want you gojo, i want you ”
he whispers.
“and i know i want you, i know that, i know tomorrow i’ll want you, and the next day ill want you. i know how i feel, i know i like you, i know im interested in you and i know what i want gojo but”
and his voice wavers a bit.
“you’re not you right now, you’re drunk, you cant know what you want”
and gojo whines, releasing getos hand and closing the distance between them to bury his face into getos chest.
“i-i do”
he stutters. and he says it again, one more time against getos chest. but this time he said it like he was trying to convince himself. and geto gently pets his hair, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. and gojo buries his face deeper into getos chest, before leaning back and speaking against it.
“h-how do you know, how do you know you’ll feel the same?”
and geto steps back, and breaks gojo away from him to guide the younger to look up at him.
“because i like you, i want to know more about you, i want to learn about you, i want to be with you, i felt this way yesterday, i felt this way the day before, and ive felt this way since the day i met you, the more i learn about you, the more i like, the more i love. the more interested i am”
as he gently cups gojos cheek with his palm once more.
“and you’re to drunk to remember this, to remember i said this to you, and if you’re to drunk to remember that, how could i possibly take advantage of you like that?”
and gojo’s azure orbs become watery, with a wet layer covering them as he leans in against geto. resting his head into the crook of getos neck, and blinking. allowing the tears to stream down his porcelain, flushed cheeks. he tries to bite them back, and make them as silent as possible, but falls short as geto hears his soft cries.
“baby, don’t cry, whats wrong?”
as he gently pets gojos hair, and hugs him tightly.
“n-no ones ever”
gojo whispers against his skin.
“t-they’ve never looked at me like that, they’ve never cared about me like that, n-no ones called me baby and no ones ever made me feel so-”
he stammers a bit, and then lets the final word ‘wanted’ slip from his lips more quietly. but geto hears it, and just hugs him tighter.
“its alright”
geto hums reassuringly, hugging gojo tighter before pulling back. who looks up at him with the teary layer over his ocean eyes, and geto gently wipes the tears from his cheeks before leaning in and pressing a kiss against his cheek.
“come on, lets go get you some outside air”
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geto gently held onto gojos hand, guiding him outside with gojo trailing behind and of course geto was holding on very, very tightly. by the time they made it out the club and outside, gojo had enough water to start to sober him up. although that didn’t stop geto from holding onto gojo like a lifeline, guiding him through the crowds of people and out the front doors. where there was still a line of people trying to get inside. a few of the guys waiting shout something out at them, likely a compliment aimed at gojo but is cut a sharp glare from geto who just continued walking them further out to his car.
“i’m gonna take you home baby”
geto says softly, turning and holding onto gojo’s hand tightly before taking him into his arms. gojo sways a bit, still unsteady but melting into getos hold. who holds him for a moment, hugging him tightly before taking a step back. but gojo sways for a moment, trying to focus his thoughts and finally realizing he had forgotten his keys. managing to fumble out a sentence to try to explain it to geto.
“can you call nanami?”
gojo nods, and slips his phone out and manages to get into it. it rings, and rings. gojo tries again, but it just keeps ringing. pouting when the call went to voicemail again, he knew mahito wasn’t home to let him in either.
“i’ll take you home in the morning, alright? you can come stay with me tonight”
gojo nods, almost immediately. he trusted geto, why wouldn’t he? geto was nice to him, geto wouldn’t hurt him. he had an opportunity to use gojo if he wanted, but he didn't because hes a good guy, right? besides, he likes geto, a lot. hes nice to him, he calls him sweet names, hes interested in everything gojo does, and he understands gojo. hes nice, hes a good guy.
so gojo nods, happily. geto was quick to get him in the car, guys were staring at him. they were looking at gojo, and only geto is allowed to look at how pretty gojo is. but gojo didn’t need to know thats why hes putting him in the car, after all hes drunk, this is just for his safety. driving gojo back to his apartment, where he could keep gojo all for himself tonight. he shouldn’t be with nanami, he shouldn’t be with mahito - gojo should be with him.
driving gojo back to his apartment, and getting gojo out the car when they arrived. gojo was still swaying, but geto manages to guide him inside, inside the complex and inside his apartment. then inside his room, and laying him on the bed where he was still in his little drunken haze. he was so cute, in and out of sleep, eyes blinking shut, he looked so pretty, hes so helpless. so geto has to protect him, he has to protect gojo because gojo can’t defend himself. and he will, he’ll protect gojo.
he pulls the duvets over top of gojo, over his frail body and tucking him in. putting his pretty little head up on the best pillows he had, so gojo could rest. he looked so pretty - no he is so pretty. hes always so, so pretty. look at him, resting so peacefully and well because geto took such good care of him. gojo doesn’t know how to make his own choices, no he’ll get himself hurt. geto protected gojo, he protected gojo because he loves gojo. gojo is his to protect, he wouldn’t hurt gojo, no, he’d never hurt gojo.
he could protect gojo, he could make gojo feel so good. so much better then anyone in the past has made him feel. he knows the way nanami looks at him, even mahito, the way all these people look at gojo. they could never make gojo feel as good as he could, they could never touch him like he can, love him like he can, fuck him like he can. they shouldn’t look at gojo, they’re not worthy, gojo is perfect, and look at how they treat gojo. he called them, he needed to come home. nanami was so worried, why was he worried? he doesn’t care about gojo, geto took care of gojo, he took care of gojo tonight, he took him home and now hes letting gojo rest. because he loves gojo, only he can love gojo.
only he -
“mm”
gojo whispers softly, half awake, in a daze. slowly blinking his eyes open, barely even able to keep them open. geto is there, next to the bed kneeling down whispering softly.
“back to sleep darling”
gojo nods, cuddling up into the pillow while geto praises him and slowly lulls him back to sleep.
gojo - he thinks to himself. assuring the younger was tucked in and comfortable in the bed. leaning in and pressing a light kiss to his head. gojo - he thinks to himself. making his way to his desk, taking seat and looking over at his pretty baby resting in his bed. gojo - he thinks to himself, as he takes one of the new sketchbooks he had gotten a week ago to hand from his desk. gojo - he thinks to himself as he flips through the pages. they were all sketches of his baby.
gojo - he thinks to himself. gojo, gojo, gojo.
Chapter 9
Notes:
hi (:
Chapter Text
geto sat at his desk, sketching a portrait of gojo on yet another page. he didn’t sleep, of course he didn’t, he had to make sure gojo was okay. he had to be there the moment gojo woke up, he had to be with him the second he woke up. he had to take care of gojo, gojo’s is his to take care of, no one else. everyone else is lucky, they’re lucky they even get to look at gojo, they’re lucky he doesn’t cut their eyes out for even looking at his baby.
and it all paid off, his waiting paid off because he was there when gojo woke up. he was there when those soft lashes fluttered open, when his sweet baby let out a little whine. when his precious baby gazed over at him at his desk.
geto was quick to close his sketchbook, hiding all the drawings of gojo within it.
“goodmorning baby”
he hums, gojos cheeks almost immediately darkening at the use of being called pet names. he lets out a soft sigh, curled up in gojos duvets and hiding under them when the sunlight peeked through the curtains.
“sleep well?”
geto hums, and gojo nods.
“did you?”
he asks softly.
“of course”
a lie, but thats okay. geto knows best, its okay if he lies. its okay because its in gojos best interest. after all gojo shouldn’t worry about him, he shouldn’t have to worry about anything. he shouldn’t have to worry about a thing in the world, because geto will give him the world.
“head hurts”
gojo whispers beneath his breath, geto laughs and gojos phone vibrates. causing the younger to panic as he didn’t even tell nanami what was going on. he wakes up to the mass amounts of phone calls and messages. quickly swiping into the messages and hitting call.
it rings, only for a brief moment before nanamis voice is heard across the line.
“where the fuck are you?”
and before gojo can answer hes bombarded with more questions.
“are you ok? why didn’t you come home last night?”
“you scared the fuck out of me”
gojo lets out a soft sigh.
“im okay, i promise. i went home with geto”
“jesus fucking christ gojo”
gojo doesn’t want anyone to think badly of geto. so he lies for him, because its okay, right? i mean its all in good nature, he just wants nanami to like geto, to give him a fair chance. so he lies.
“its okay! utahime and shoko came over to! you should meet them sometime”
but before he can speak anymore hes cut off by nanami.
“i dont give a fuck, come home now gojo”
and with that nanami hangs up the phone. gojo lets out a soft whimper, tears welling in the corners of his eyes before rolling down his cheeks. geto is quick to take action, perfect, perfect, perfect. gojo will lean on him, he’ll be his shoulder to cry on, he’ll comfort him in ways no one else could and gojo will trust him. only him.
“come here baby”
he hums, ever so gently to make gojo feel safe. gojo curls into his lap, half covered with the duvets. letting out a soft sob, remaining like that until gojos breathing settled and his sobs stifled.
“i’ll take you home my love, its alright”
gojo nods into getos chest, fist clinging tightly onto his shirt as he nuzzles his face against the olders chest. geto holds gojo, he holds his hand when they stand, he holds his hand on the way to the car, he holds his hand until its time to open the car door for gojo. he thinks of gojo as he rounds the car to the drivers side. gojo, gojo, gojo.
the drive was quiet, pulling up to gojos dorms where nanami was waiting outside. gojo lets out a soft sigh, and holds his breath for a moment before stepping out the car. the second he steps out nanami has crossed the parking lot over, mahito behind him.
“whats on your neck?”
and gojos fingers touch his neck, not even realizing geto had left a mark.
“i-its just-”
but he cant speak, nanami won’t allow it.
“what the fuck did you do to him?”
he shouts, his tone growing more aggressive as he spoke. geto doesm’t respond, he doesn’t get a chance before nanami has gripped him by his shirt and asks again.
“what did you fucking do to him?”
gojo stammers, trying to pull nanami off geto. but geto doesn’t respond, of course he doesn’t. he could take nanami, but if he hit nanami then his gojo would be sad. his gojo would feel like he has to choose, his gojo wouldn’t trust him. so he allows nanami to tug at him, because that meant gojo would confide in him, not nanami.
“please don’t hurt him, please”
gojo grips at nanamis shoulder, trying to pull him off but getting thrown back when nanami goes to swing on geto. geto takes it, of course he does. this was all worth it, this would make gojo come to him, it would make his gojo come running right back to him. nanami gets a few swings in before mahito intervenes.
“enough”
nanami’s breaths were staggered, and gojo instantly goes to check on geto. his nose was bleeding a bit, and gojo panicked as he tried to wipe the blood with his sweater sleeve.
nanami just scoffs, turning around and walking back to the dorm. leaving gojo there with geto, and that was perfect, god it was so perfect. because gojo would come back home with him, and gojo will be all his.
Chapter 10
Notes:
the baby girl fication of satoru gojo
Chapter Text
gojo, gojo, gojo
geto thinks to himself
gojo, gojo, gojo
“i’m sorry, i-i’m sorry, im sorry”
gojo keeps repeating, trying to wipe the blood off of geto. he wasn’t badly injured, his nose was just bleeding. but he doesn’t dwell on it, this was perfect. it couldn’t of gone any better for him.
“sorry, im sorry”
and thats when geto gently reaches out to hold gojos hand.
“its alright, little love”
he says, taking to his feet and guiding gojo up with him.
“i’m okay”
but gojo was still crying and saying he was sorry.
“go check on him, i’m alright”
geto says.
but gojo shakes his head.
“n-no, please no”
he stammers.
“please take me with you, please, please”
he was practically pleading. and geto complies, this was perfect.
“alright, little love”
geto hums, cupping gojos cheek with his palm and carefully stroking his thumb across the skin of his cheek.
even in his current state, geto still made sure gojo was okay. he made sure gojo was okay while he walked to the car, when he opened the door for gojo, when he put his palm above gojos head when he got in so he wouldn’t bump his head, when he closed the door ever so gently so it wouldn't scare his pretty baby.
he rounds the car, starting it up and wiping the blood from his nose that was trickling down to his lips.
the car ride was quiet, gojo was still crying. so geto reached out and left a careful palm against gojos thigh while he drove. caressing his thigh with his thumb in an attempt to sooth him while he drove back to his apartment. but once they were there of course geto made sure his pretty baby was okay. opening the door for him, preventing him from bumping his head when he stepped out the car, pulling the younger closer into his embrace when he stepped out the car.
gojo clings onto him, almost like a lifeline. and he kept whispering against getos chest.
“sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry”
“shh baby”
geto hums, carding his fingers through gojos hair.
“you have nothing to be sorry about”
and he holds gojo tightly.
“let's get you inside, yeah?”
gojo nods against getos chest.
geto leads him into his apartment, and gojo holds onto him the whole time.
“i’m sor-”
gojo goes to speak the moment they walk into the apartment. but geto cuts him off.
“its alright, little love”
and another tear streams down gojos cheek. geto wipes it away with his thumb.
“don’t cry baby”
“i-i’m so selfish, you’re - you’re hurt and i-i’m crying”
but geto just wipes his tears away.
“shh, its alright”
pulling his pretty baby into his arms, and holding him tightly.
“stay here as long as you want”
geto hums.
“its alright”
he repeats. holding gojo tightly and brushing his fingers through his hair.
“so-sorry”
gojo says beneath his breath, burying his face into getos chest. the scent of black cherry comforting him, nuzzling into the olders chest and letting the aroma captivate him.
“i’m gonna take a quick shower”
geto says, making sure his tone was ever so gentle. it had to be gentle, he had to be gentle with gojo. gojo was fragile, gojo is his baby. he has to be gentle, he has to take care of gojo. gojo isn’t able to take care of himself, no. he cant protect himself, he doesn’t know whats best for himself. so geto would take care of him, yes. geto would do such a good job taking care of him.
“wait for me, alright?”
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gojo, gojo, gojo.
geto thinks to himself,
gojo. gojo, gojo.
what was he doing right now?
was he sleeping? was he sleeping in getos bed? with his blankets, his sheets? was gojo sleeping in his bed? god his pretty baby was all laid up in his bed, sleeping peacefully without a worry in the world. he wouldn’t have to worry, gojo would never have to worry as long as he stayed with geto. geto would protect him, he had to, right? gojo was to weak to protect himself, letting people walk all over him. he was too kind, he was too sweet. he was too good for the world, so geto had to take him, geto had to protect him. by any means necessary.
he steps out the shower, leaning over to dry his long hair with a towel. he manages to get it dry enough, however some still trickles down his back. he paid no mind to it, just throwing on a pair of sweats and tossing his shirt to the side as he steps out the bathroom.
and there he was
there was his pretty baby, laid up on his bed, scrolling through his phone, under getos duvets. god how divine it would be to sleep there, gojo was there. and gojo will always be there. gojo is safe with him, safe away from all those people who are so undeserving, gojo is to good for them, far to good. gojo, gojo, gojo, he’s-
but geto is ripped from his thoughts when gojo turns his head over as he hears the door open. his cheeks darken and he stares for a moment, geto smiles.
“comfy?”
he hums. gojo pauses for a brief moment, but he nods a few times in response.
“im glad”
geto says as he takes a seat in the chair sat at his desk.
“are you feeling any better?”
but gojo just averts his gaze, and shakes his head.
“c-could you-”
gojo goes to speak, but stops himself.
geto cocks his head to the side.
“hm?”
“n-nothing”
gojo stumbles over his words.
“im listening”
gojo gulps, and averts his gaze again.
“will you - lay with me?”
getos heart flutters.
“of course”
of course he would, perfect, perfect, perfect.
he steps up from his desk, pulling back the duvets to lay next to gojo. while gojo fiddles with his fingers, geto speaks.
“you can lay on me, you know”
gojos cheeks darken again.
“i don’t mind”
gojo nods, still unsure of himself. but geto just props himself up to sit up at an angle, opening his arms for gojo to come over. gojo slowly, but surely scoots over and lays down on top of geto. nuzzling his face against the bare skin of the olders chest. and geto cards a careful hand through gojos hair. soothing him to relax, he needed to relax, the poor baby was so stressed. he was stressed because of nanami, nanami was undeserving. gojo was to good for him, he didn’t even deserve to be in gojos presence.
gojo lays on top of the older, cheek pressed against the skin of his chest. geto continues to stroke his fingers through gojos hair, soothing him to rest, to relax. he deserved it, gojo deserved the world.
“g-geto?”
gojo stammers, hiding his face against getos chest.
“yes, little love?”
and gojo melts at the pet name. stuttering over his words in response.
“i, uh-”
“could you, could we”
and gojo hides his face deeper.
“c-could - you kiss me again?”
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“of course baby”
gojo rubs his cheek against getos chest. the older places one of his palms on gojos hip, and places his other palm to gently grip either side of gojos cheeks. applying just a bit of pressure and pulling gojo up and into a kiss. gojo stiffens for a moment, but relaxes into the olders embrace. gojo presses his palm against getos cheek, holding onto him. while the older rubbed gentle circles on gojos hip bone with his thumb.
and geto kisses him, until his plush lips were growing red and swollen, until gojo was out of breath, until they pulled back from each other with only a string of saliva connecting their lips. gojo pants for a moment, shaky breaths escaping his swollen lips.
gojo shyly averts his gaze after they break apart, hands folded in his lap as he fiddles with his fingertips. geto reaches out, ever so carefully gripping gojos chin and pulling him into another kiss. gojo slowly, ever so slowly, melts right into getos chest. allowing the older to press his tongue to the seam of his lips. falling into his embrace and taking a fist full of getos hair and tugging it. geto lets out a groan beneath his breath, pulling gojo deeper into the kiss.
“you’re so fucking pretty”
he says, breaking away for a moment but not giving gojo time to respond, going right back to pull him into another kiss. gojos lungs were on fire, as were getos but geto didn’t have a care in the world. because this was his world, gojo is his world. this was his new world, this was the world he craved. he craved it, gojos touch, gojos lips. he craved to kiss those lips, tightening his hold on gojo and pulling him as close as he could.
gojo lets out a breathy moan when geto breaks away from him. but geto gives him no time to rest, leaning down over him and pushing him back against the duvets.
“so pretty”
geto says.
he gripped at that pretty, pretty, pretty, ever so pretty waist. he gripped at that waist and pulled gojo as close as he could. leaning down and pressing gentle kisses against gojos jaw. lips trailing down towards the lobe of his ear.
“a-ah”
gojo makes the prettiest sounds.
geto reaches back out, holding gojos jaw in his palm so his thumb could brush across his soft skin. gojo melts into his palm, and rocks his hips a bit against getos knee that was settled between his thighs.
“my, my”
geto hums, his thumb stroking circles against gojos jaw.
“i didn’t know you could make sounds like that”
cocking his head to the side.
“how cute”
gojo arches his spine, pushing his hips down against geto’s knee. his fists that were curled into the sheets now reached out to take hold of getos back. his long nails digging into the olders skin, causing geto to let out a subtle groan.
geto wastes no time in taking gojo back into his hold. letting him dig red scratches into his back while he pressed another gentle kiss against the lobe of gojos ear.
“you’re so beautiful, little love”
he hums against his ear, pressing gentle kisses down his neck and ending on his perched collarbones before looking up at gojo. he gently slides the t-shirt that sat on gojos shoulder down, looking up at the younger for his approval.
gojo ponders for a moment, but slowly nods.
geto wasted no time at that, sliding the oversized shirt off gojos shoulder and pressing kisses beneath his collarbones. he kisses gently, ever so gently, because gojo was fragile. ever so fragile. he withdraws, and his gaze meets the angel laying under him. they hold that gaze, gojo letting out shaky exhales as he was still trying to catch his breath. geto bit his own cheek, tension and anticipation growing with each second that passed. and the next sentence gojo uttered is what cast down all of getos restraints.
“h-here”
he whispers, sliding the shirt completely off his shoulder to expose the pristine pale skin.
“where he won’t see it”
and geto wasted no time in leaning back down. he keeps his knee rested between gojos thighs, and one hand rested against gojos clothed shoulder, while he leans down towards the exposed skin and his tongue wraps small circles against gojos pale skin.
“you’re so pretty”
geto hums against his skin, pressing another kiss in between the movements of his tongue.
“so, so pretty”
and with that he gently nips, being ever so careful not to hurt his pretty baby. biting at the skin just enough to draw a reaction from his angel.
“like that?”
he asks, and gojo answers with a whimper. nails digging into getos shoulder blade through the thin t-shirt he wore.
“is that so?”
he whispers, teeth gently bearing down, just enough to leave a mark. he couldn’t hurt his angel, but he could leave behind traces. but they couldn’t know yet, or else they’d try to take gojo away from him. they’d manipulate him, hes easily manipulated, he needs protected, geto will protect him.
he nips, and sucks a small purple welt onto gojos shoulder, it was a tiny mark, but it was still a mark. soon he could paint gojos angelic skin like a canvas. soon he could leave behind as many marks as he so desires. he just had to be patient, ever so patient. and soon, gojo would be all his.
gojo would be -
gojos phone vibrates, as he blinks a few times and shakes at the sudden vibration. fumbling to find his phone while geto simply chuckles, leaning up and off of him and finding the phone with ease. passing it into gojos lap. geto reaches out for the youngers hand and gently pulls him up. pulling him back into his lap as gojo answers the phone.
it was nanami, of course it was nanami.
“can we talk?”
is all geto could make out, as he wrapped his arms around gojo from behind, and pressed gentle kisses against the back of his neck and the arch of his spine.
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geto gave gojo whatever he so desired, he wasn’t worried about nanami. he knew he could deal with nanami later, he wasn’t an immediate threat. the current task at hand was continuing to wrap gojo around his finger, to make sure he wasn’t the enemy. his plans had already begun unfolding in terms of keeping gojo to himself. playing innocent, not hitting nanami, not saying any harsh words against him. and nanami did nothing to save his personal case, showing gojo how violent and controlling he was in those eyes.
and if what gojo desired was to go talk to nanami, geto would drive him there. he’d drive him there, drop him off, and make his leave. he knew if something happened, then gojo would call him, gojo would come to him, gojo could depend on him, gojo would depend on him.
so he says his goodbyes when gojo steps out the car, leaning over and pressing a kiss against his cheek before he got out the car.
“call me if you need me, beautiful”
gojo smiles and nods. waiting for getos car to drive off before making his way towards his dorm. once hes at the door, he takes exhales and fumbles for his keys. finally able to unlock the door and see nanami sat on his bed with a small bouquet of flowers next to him.
“thank god”
nanami says, jumping from the bed and running over to hug gojo tightly.
“you’re okay”
he says, stepping back.
“of course i’m okay”
gojo says, a tint of confusion pervading his tone.
“he’s not a bad guy”
he adds, averting his gaze.
“let's talk about this gojo, please”
gojo only sighs in response.
“why do you hate him so much?”
“i don’t know the guy, neither do you”
“i do know him!”
gojo shouts, taking a step back.
“gojo you just met this guy”
“and hes taken care of me!”
“how has he taken care of you?”
nanami says with a heavy exhale.
“even when he was bleeding from when you attacked him he was still trying to comfort me! he was hurt, and still cared about me. you’re the one who attacked him, you had no right to”
“hes fucking weird, gojo”
“he’s not weird!”
“you have no idea what you’re getting into”
“you have no idea who he is!”
gojo retorts.
“he wouldn’t hurt me”
nanami sighs, almost in defeat. he knew how naive gojo was, and how inexperienced he was in terms of relationships. gojo had just met the guy and was already throwing heart eyes towards him.
“just because he hasn’t hurt you yet, doesn’t mean he won’t hurt you, gojo”
“he wouldn’t hurt me!”
“gojo”
nanami sighs, but gojo gives him no time for response.
“maybe if you actually gave him a chance you’d see that!”
nanami just remains quiet for a moment, before finally deciding the best course of action.
“fine”
he says.
“i’ll give him a chance”
gojo was all the more shocked that nanami had even agreed. having thought he had gotten through to nanami, when in reality nanami was only doing it to stay close to gojo. if gojo was against him, geto would win. but if nanami was close, nanami could protect gojo, even from behind the scenes.
“r-really?”
and nanami nods once more.
“i got these for you”
he says, walking over to the bed and returning to stand in front of gojo with the flowers.
“i love them”
gojo smiles, taking them into hand and hugging nanami tightly.
“thank you, thank you”
he chants happily against nanamis chest.
“yeah, no problem”
nanami wraps both arms around gojo. as much as he hated this course of action, it was the only way he could remain close to gojo without being shut out. as well as the only way he was to protect gojo under those circumstances.
“why don’t we all go to dinner tonight? you, me, geto, mahito?”
gojos eyes light up when nanami says his suggestion. bouncing up and down and hugging nanami again.
“mhm!”
and nanami carefully pats gojos head.
“you call him, and i’ll call mahito, i’m sure he’ll be free”
“mahitos always free”
gojo mumbles teasingly.
“wear something nice”
nanami says to gojo, who unravels from him and goes to sit on his bed so he can call geto and share the ‘good’ news.
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Gojo. Gojo. Gojo.
The name clawed through his mind like a serrated edge, relentless, intoxicating.
Gojo, gojo, gojo.
He hadn’t driven home — not really at least. He had parked a few blocks away after dropping Gojo off, engine silenced, body pressed against the wheel, and waiting. Waiting for Gojo, his gojo. Waiting because he knew. Knew with the kind of certainty that made his pulse stutter and his teeth ache: Gojo needed him, he would need him. Always. Inevitably. Every little breath Gojo took, every faltering little heartbeat, pulled him closer, tethered him, made his existence inescapably entwined with Getou’s.
His fingers traced the steering wheel as he waited, with fevered precision, twitching with manic insistence. The phone lay beside him, quiet, inert, yet pulsating in his imagination like a living thing, a conduit to the object of his obsession. He pictured Gojo, his Gojo — so soft, so fragile, so impossibly tempting — moving through the world unaware that within his every step, his every thought, was incomplete without him. Every imagined glance, every imagined shiver of vulnerability, tightened the vise of desire in his chest.
He didn’t need time. Time dissolved around him, hours collapsing into minutes, minutes fracturing into infinite instants. In his mind, he choreographed Gojo’s every motion: the tilt of his head, the soft sigh that betrayed longing, the imperceptible quiver of lips that had only ever spoken for him. Gojo was his, inevitably, utterly — if only he would let him be. And deep down, he knew Gojo would. He had to. Gojo doesn't know what's best for himself, Getou has to decide for him.
Then — a vibration. Sharp, electric, undeniable. His phone quivered beneath his hand. A spark leapt through his veins, a high-pitched thrill that made his chest hammer and his vision sharpen to a single point. Gojo. Finally. Gojo. Every nerve sang, every muscle coiled.
Every fiber of his being thrummed with electric anticipation, each heartbeat a drumbeat of obsession echoing through his chest. He imagined Gojo — effervescent, delicate, impossibly alive — radiating joy so pure it sharpened the ache in his veins. He would shepherd him, consume him, render him utterly dependent upon no one but himself alone.
Then Gojo’s voice broke through, a crystalline peal of excitement that pierced the fog of his mania.
“Nanami wants us to go to dinner together! All of us!” The words bubbled from Gojo with a faint little giggle.
Getou’s pulse surged, a serpent coiling beneath his calm, deliberate exterior. His reply was soft, silken, every note meticulously attuned to Gojo’s elation.
“That’s so good, baby,” he murmured, warmth curling and wrapped around the edges of his tone like smoke. “I’m so glad .. when should we go?”
And yet, beneath the sweetness, his mind roiled. Nanami. In his infuriating, intrusive presence. Every thought of the man near Gojo kindled a venomous heat in his chest. No one else. Not now, not ever. But for the present, he cloaked his mania in indulgent gentleness, play the part of the amiable companion while the rest of the world could watch in ignorance. While they shoved Gojo away with their disagreement, and shoved him further into Getous grasp.
Gojo’s laughter, so bubbly and bright, sent shivers down his spine. He mirrored it flawlessly, voice tender, coaxing, indulgent — while beneath the calm, his thoughts churned, sharp and relentless. Gojo is his, only his, he will always be his. Gojo, Gojo, Gojo.
Gojo barely waited for the final tone before letting out a little squeak of delight, his fingers lingering, curled around the edges of the phone as if he could keep the connection alive a moment longer.
Then, unable to contain himself another moment, he jumped to his feet, practically vibrating with excitement. “Nanami! Getou said yes! He’ll come to dinner with us!” he exclaimed, voice bright and breathless.
Nanami, standing with his usual calm demeanor, gave a small, controlled smile. Every line of his body screamed his irritation — his jaw tight, a vein nearly pulsing at his temple — but for Gojo, he kept it contained. “Alright,” he said evenly. “I’ll finish getting ready, and then I’ll drive us over there.”
Gojo’s reaction was immediate. He giggled, unable to stop himself, and ran up to Nanami, wrapping his arms tightly around him in a sudden, joyful hug. “Thank you! Thank you!” he squeaked, pressing his face into Nanami’s chest, nuzzling with pure delight.
Nanami’s arms stiffened for the briefest moment, a subtle reminder that he was not fond of Getou, not fond being an understatement — but nonetheless he didn’t push Gojo away. Instead, he let the hug happen, his polite smile unshaken, carefully hiding the tension coiled beneath his calm exterior.
Nanami’s arms relaxed slightly, and after a moment he returned the hug, wrapping Gojo tightly against him. Gojo squeaked happily, pressing his face into Nanami’s chest again, and Nanami’s hands gave a brief, almost reluctant squeeze.
“You should bring the flowers,” Nanami said quietly, voice soft but firm, almost conspiratorial. “Maybe .. you can give Getou one to keep.”
Gojo’s eyes lit up, and he nodded enthusiastically, holding the thought with the sort of delight that made him practically glow. “Yes! That’s a good idea!” he chirped, clasping the small bouquet tightly against his chest. He practically bounced as he moved to slip his shoes on, careful not to drop the flowers.
Nanami, reaching for a bottle of cologne on the counter, gave a small smirk as he sprayed a light mist over himself. “Want some?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I know it’s not your little pretty smelling ones, but .. it doesn’t hurt to touch up a little.”
Gojo giggled, holding his arms out eagerly. “Yes, please!” he said, his excitement spilling over as Nanami sprayed lightly over the sleeves of his sweater. The scent was subtle, but for Gojo it seemed to make everything sparkle a little brighter, wrapping him in the calm, quiet presence of Nanami.
Nanami grabbed his coat and keys, motioning for Gojo to follow. They stepped into the hallway, the faint hum of the building around them fading as they approached the exit. Nanami held the door open, his posture composed, eyes scanning the street, while Gojo practically floated beside him, wrapped up in his own little world still clutching the flowers tightly against his chest.
As the door swung wide, Gojo’s gaze darted forward — and his entire face lit up, a beam of pure delight spreading across it. There, parked just in front of the building, was Getou, stepping out of the driver’s side with a smile gracing his lips the moment their eyes met. Gojo didn’t pause. He didn’t stop to question why Getou was here, didn’t even call out a greeting. His little giggle bubbled out uncontrollably as he practically sprinted forward, flowers clutched tightly to his chest.
Before Nanami could even react, Gojo leapt into Getou’s arms, wrapping himself around him with the sort of abandon only Gojo could manage. he squeaked between giggles, pressing close, nuzzling, completely enraptured by the presence of the man he absolutely and utterly adored. Not giving even the littlest of thought as to why Getou had just shown up, in fact he had found it almost endearing that Getou had thought it important to come and see him.
Nanami, meanwhile, slowly closed the door behind them, his eyes fixed on Getou. They were narrowed, and sharp, unblinking as he gazed at the two, every line of his body radiating restrained exasperation. He didn’t move to intervene, didn’t speak — he simply observed, silently enduring the display, his jaw tight, a vein ticking at his temple, keeping the door steady with a calm exterior that belied the simmering irritation beneath.
Gojo, entirely oblivious, continued to hug and giggle, the world reduced to nothing but Getou and the sheer comfort of simply being in his presence.
Getou’s sharp gaze immediately fell on the small bouquet in Gojo’s hands. The flowers were slightly damp against the delicate fabric of Gojo’s sweater, though hardly enough to matter — but it made his chest tighten in a flicker of manic irritation. Then his nose caught it: the faint, familiar scent of Nanami lingering on Gojo. Subtle, but unmistakable. An obvious sign of nanamis scent lingered. Using the excuse of the wettened fabric to replace Nanamis lingering cologne with his own.
A rush of furious obsession clawed at him, his mind spiraling through the implications, imagining Nanami’s hands, Nanami’s careful influence, and yet .. Gojo’s soft, oblivious delight, completely unaware. The manic pull surged inside him, consuming his thoughts entirely, but outwardly he remained impossibly composed. Calm. Gentle. So as not to frighten the one thing he craved more than anything. That would only shove Gojo away, and that wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all. Gojo couldn't further from him, he could only come closer, until he was cloaked in him entirely.
“Hey .. ” he murmured smoothly, voice low, coaxing, keeping the mania tucked beneath the surface. “I just .. thought I’d come by. Thought I could drive us all together.” He tilted his head slightly, a faint, practiced smile curling his lips, giving the impression of casual care rather than the storm swirling in his mind.
His eyes flicked back to the flowers, still damp against Gojo’s sweater. “These got your sweater a little wet,” he said, voice soft, deliberately unhurried. “Let’s fix that.” Without a pause, he gently pulled the hoodie he was wearing over Gojo’s head, the fabric brushing against Gojo’s hair, enveloping him in his scent. Simultaneously, he eased the bouquet from Gojo’s small hands and placed it carefully on top of the car.
Gojo blinked up at him through the hood, giggling softly and Getou’s chest tightened in a wave of manic satisfaction. He bent down slightly, a rare, soft smile spreading across his face, and pressed a brief, gentle kiss to Gojo’s cheek. “There, there,” he murmured, returning the bouquet carefully to Gojo’s hands. “It’s okay if you get this hoodie wet.”
Nanami, silently observing in annoyance, walked around to the other side of the car, expression neutral but eyes narrowed just slightly, his patience visibly fraying though he maintained a composed exterior.
Getou’s hands slipped around Gojo’s waist, drawing him snugly against his chest. He leaned his forehead—or rather, the crown of his head — lightly against Gojo’s, letting the boy nuzzle into him without restraint. His eyes flicked toward Nanami, a faint, deliberately pointed smile curling at his lips.
“These flowers are beautiful,” he said softly, voice smooth but edged with something sharper beneath the surface. “And .. you two have such a brotherly relationship. It’s .. really endearing.”
The comment hung there like a knife wrapped in silk. Nanami’s jaw tightened imperceptibly; the dig was clear to him, but to Gojo it passed entirely unnoticed. Gojo simply hummed happily against Getou’s chest, eyes closed, his little smile pressed into the fabric of the hoodie, completely oblivious to the subtle tension that lurked with the two men around him.
Getou’s hold on him didn’t loosen. If anything, he hugged him tighter, possessive and satisfied with the jealousy he has sparked, every manic thought simmering just beneath that composed exterior. He would let Gojo revel in his own happiness, nuzzle against him, and feel safe—because right now, in Getou’s world, Gojo belonged only to him. He's safe, he'll always be safe, as long as his with him only.
Getou’s hands tightened slightly around Gojo’s waist, sliding just enough to assert a quiet, unmistakable possession — subtle, deliberate, a movement only Nanami could notice as Getou flicked his gaze up at Nanami then back at Gojo in his arms.
“Such a good boy,” Getou murmured softly, his lips brushing against Gojo’s temple. “Im so glad you're happy baby, I'm glad everything's gone well".
Gojo giggled, leaning into him, completely absorbed in the warmth and gentleness, entirely oblivious to the subtle tension his own delight was creating.
Nanami, standing on the other side of the car, let his eyes flicker with irritation, jaw tightening imperceptibly. Every petname, every possessive touch, radiated in a way that made the air between them thick with quiet assertion. He knew exactly what Getou was doing. While Gojo just seemed to relish in it, finding it endearing rather then a display of outward possessiveness with treads of mania seeping through.
Getou smiled faintly at the effect he knew lingered on the space between them and Nanami, his fingers curling just a little more possessively around Gojo’s waist, while the boy continued nuzzling into him, blissfully unaware.
Getou drew back slightly, just enough to tilt his head and smile down at Gojo, the faint curl of his lips soft and deceptively gentle. “Alright, baby,” he said, voice smooth and coaxing, “I think it’s time we go eat. We wouldn’t want Nanami to be left waiting, would we?”
Gojo’s eyes lit up, nodding eagerly.
Nanami, standing nearby, felt the words like a slow burn. The casual inclusion in Getou’s tone — so warm and seemingly genuine to Gojo—was laced with mockery he couldn’t miss. His jaw tightened imperceptibly, eyes narrowing just enough to show his awareness without alarming Gojo, who remained completely oblivious. Although Gojos attention was entirely wrapped up in Getous presence, who was leaving little lingering kisses and touches.
Getou’s smile widened just slightly, curling into something almost imperceptibly possessive as he reached again, brushing a hand down Gojo’s back, subtle but claiming. “Good boy,” he murmured, low and indulgent. “Let’s go, then .. all together?" Although the question it's self was more of an already decided statement, cloaked with the kindness of consent.
Gojo giggled, bouncing lightly, still clutching the flowers, utterly absorbed in the warmth of Getou’s attention. Nanami simply exhaled softly, letting the display pass while silently preparing himself to get them all to the restaurant without incident. Texting Mahito to spare himself the headache of the ride and just meet them there.
Chapter 15
Notes:
its 6am, I haven't slept, if its got mistakes or misspellings no it doesn't you can see it your deaf
twt; @XEADSHOT
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Nanami stayed lingering a step behind, his attention intently fixed on the way Getou guided Gojo towards the restaurant's entrance. The environment was much busier than Nanami had expected — the remnants of light that remained spilling through tall windows, silhouettes pressed close, the faint clatter of cutlery carrying even to the sidewalk each swing of the door. Getou, having gotten last-minute seats at one of the restaurants Gojo had mentioned he liked.
Gojo had only hesitated long enough for a glance back before Getou’s hand settled at his waist — possessive in its own intent nature. He leaned in close as he spoke to Gojo, posture shielding whatever he had said that had in turn earned a soft giggle with Gojo’s shoulders tipping inward — instinctively leaning toward the warmth Getou offered.
“I’ll wait for Mahito” Nanami hummed evenly as he stopped, already reaching for his cigarettes. The excuse having come easily as he truly did need to smoke. Nicotine and the sting of chillen air against his lungs, grounding the creeping irritation that lay coiling beneath his ribs.
Getou didn’t so much as look back as he drew Gojo inside, the door closing behind them with nothing more than a muted click. Through the glass he had managed to catch a glimpse of Gojo’s pale hair beneath the light, Getous hand still firm at his waist. Jaw tightening as he flicked a cigarette between his fingers.
His gaze lingered through the glass, not even so much as a blink when Getou guided Gojo toward their table in an ease that nearly felt rehearsed. The booth he had chosen sat tucked along the wall — intimate in its design, enclosed on its three sides — and Getou manuevered him into it with his subtle precision. Gojo slid in first, back to the wall, hemmed in by polished wood, while Getou followed immediately after.
He leaned in as the menus were set aside, head dipping, voice lowered as he spoke. Earning another soft laugh from Gojo, his shoulders dipped once more and his posture yielded as if the proximity alone was of comfort. A hand brushed his knee, lingered there and another settled at his lower back — every affecitoonate, possessive gesture curated and dressed in its tender appearance while quietly remaining a staking claim.
It was only briefly that Getou’s gaze lifted. Cut cleanly across the room, meeting Nanami’s through the window with an unsettling accuracy. And for only the barest fraction of a second did a smirk curve his lips. Punctuated by his hand rising to Gojo’s hair, fingers threading through the pale strands in an intimidating sweep — Provocation dressed as affection.
The gaze was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Getou turned back to Gojo and recentered his attention with a seamless ease. His expression softened as if nothing had passed between them at all.
Nanami drew a slow breah through his nose as he lifted his lighter, the metal chilled against his thumb. He exhaled again — only longer this time, edged with a quiet irritation before a tap landed against his shoulder. Halting mid movement, jaw tightening as he turned and the look he gave Mahito the moment he turned was unvarnished in its annoyance — tired and entirely unamused.
Mahito only grinned in response, unfazed. “That bad, huh?” He asked lightly, nodding towards the restaurant. “Car ride must’ve been hell” Nanami closed the lighter with a decisive click, “no shit” he replied faintly.
Mahitos grin widened, amused by how blunt Nanami had been. “You need a minute?”
Nanami shook his head once, already pocketing the lighter. “No” he muttered, tone clipped of patience. His gaze flickered back toward the window, then away, “lets just go inside and get this over with” Mahito nodded, humming and still smiling as if Nanami’s irritation were all part of the evenings intended delight and fell back into step behind him while Nanami stubbed the unlit cigarette back into its case.
Making their way inside beneath the wash of the light, the low conversation, the air thickened with the mingling scents of wine laced with circus. Nanami’s gaze lifted, where Getou was leaning in towards Gojo. His body angled inward, shoulder blocking the line of sight just enough to obscure the details — intentionally narrowing the space that boxed Gojo into the booth, hemming him close. Nanami only managed to catch fragments; the dip of Getou’s head, the soft tilt of Gojos chin, the way Getou’s hand lingered at his waist as if anchoring him into place.
Nanami wasn’t able to make out where the kiss had landed, only the aftermath. The softening of Gojos shoulders, the soft giggle escaping him. Getou only pulled back when they were close enough to be unavoidable and straightening with a practiced ease. Humming a greeting and barely offering a smile that stretched thin and forced over the edges — his hand never leaving Gojo’s back.
Mahito, unburdened by the tension dropped into the seat opposite of the pair with a sigh. “What an awful commute” his complains immediate, rolling his shoulders. “I should’ve taken you up on that ride. Would’ve saved me the headache” Getou’s attention flickered to him for only a second before returning to Gojo. His thumb brushing idly where it rested, as if the conversation were little more then idle background noise.
Nanami slid into his seat without comment, posture composed and expression remained neutral. But his eyes lingered, not on Mahito, not even entierly onto Getou, but only in the way Gojo remained subtly contained, boxed into the space and every touch Getou gave him alike.
Nanami reached for the edge of the table, fingers brushing the menu as he only briefly glanced at Mahito. “Order a drink or something for me” he muttered, already distracted, the words delivered with a habitual efficiency rather then any form of request. He set his phone down beside his place, setting it with a deliberate care as he spoke. “I’m expecting a call”
Without waiting for a response, he shifted from the booth and excused himself with a clipped nod. Disappearing into the flow of bodies and moving toward the back of the resturant toward the bathrooms. Gojo’s expression changed, almost at once, despite it being subtle. The way his shoulders drew in slightly, posture folding inward as his gaze followed Nanami although without complaint. Although Getou noticed instantly.
“Whats wrong baby?” he asked softly, leaning in close, voice lowered so it barely carried beyond them. When Gojo only shook his head, pale lashes fluttering, Getou’s thumb brushed a slow, soothing arc along his back. “You don’t like that, do you?
Mahito leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm, tone light as if it were nothing more then idle discomfort. “He won’t be on his phone while we eat, don’t worry” he said easily, “promise”. Gojo nodded, a small little dutiful motion although the tension in his shoulders hadn’t quite fully eased.
Getou smiled then — gently reassuring as he spoke. “How about this” he murmured, already reaching out. His fingers closed around Nananmi’s phone, turning it face-down with an easily practiced fluid motion. The movement was smooth enough to appear absentminded, as he did his thumb slid briefly along the side and managed to silence the phone without drawing attention.
“There” he hummed quietly, “All better?”
Gojo’s breath softened, he leaned in without hesitation. Curling against Getou’s side, head resting beneath his chin as if the simple act alone had settled something fragile back into place. Getou’s hand came around him at once, holding him close with his thumb resuming its slow, absent strokes.
“Problem solved” Mahito chuckled with a laugh, watching with mild interest as the phone remanded dark and silenced on the table.
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