Well, well

by Rainy_Loves

Summary:

*Meet your lovely anime with one click! *

Did you believe it? No.

Did you click cause you want to? Yes.

The consequences that follow make you crash out and go nuts from seeing your crushes eye to eye.

Notes:

Hi.
Just testing it out my daydreams into writing...enjoy~

Chapter 1: Oh My

It was finally Friday, the blessed day, which means two days off from work. You were de-stressing from work with your comfort show, trying to take the edge off a rough day. Enjoying that sweet snack from the local cafe nearby with your cat, Mochi, lying nearby, being cute. You smile, half awake, as you nibble on your snack before your phone pings. You reach across your bed as you glance down and swipe to see what it was. You narrow your eyes as you look at the email.

SPECIAL GIFT! Meet your beloved anime crushes with one click! ^-^

Half awake and running on fumes, you click on it for shits and giggles. It was a blank email except for the link. With a shrug, thinking the worst is a possible virus, you click on it. The link makes your screen light up in a white light, and you flinch from being flashbanged by your phone. You rub your eyes as you glance at your phone, once your eyes focus, once the light fades. You notice a purple heart app on your phone called Your Crushes!. You click on it to observe what it was.

A soft and sweet jingle plays from your phone as a few hearts appear on the screen with initials like G.S., K.N., and a few more. You hum as the app gives a message

Welcome! Ready to meet your beloved cuties~ Your first crush~ So popular and cool, but obtainable? Of course! Tomorrow, you'll see him. Make contact to start!

You flick through half-heartedly and snort from the absurdity of the app. It's probably another character AI chat or chai app you'll delete later. You shake your head as you toss your phone, deciding to go to sleep.

--

Waking up to a soft ding, you stretch and glance at your phone. You frown but shrug off the app becoming red overnight, promising to really delete it later once you get it together. After a quick shower, you toss on a hoodie and sweats, grab your headphones, and start playing your music as you leave your place. Time to take a walk, wake up, and enjoy some peace.

You hum along as you walk outside to the park nearby, thankful school is in season, so you can enjoy the silent peace of nature. Walking along your favorite path, you pause to see someone lying in the grass near the trees that always reminded you of a heart.

Observing him as you get closer, there is only one word that comes to mind.

Intrigued.

That's the only thing you can register when you look at him. Pristine white hair catches the light of the sun as you think for a moment that an angel has appeared. There was...a blindfold that covered his eyes, which stands out. You eye his button-down semi-covered by his suit jacket as he just lies in the grass.

Creeping closer till you are a few steps away, you blink as you process who this man looks like.

You purse your lips and tilt your head as you try to form the thought. Because you know he ain't real, you rub your hands together and smack your cheeks.

The sting that comes from it makes it painfully aware. That you aren't happily dreaming in your bed. Nope. Your cheeks sting from your actions, and the fact is that Gojo Satoru is laying in front of you.

Blink once. Twice.

No wait. Cosplay is a thing! Fun and the only explanation that won't send you reeling into the idea of the universe and have another existential crisis waiting for you.

Shaking your head to get it together, you clear your throat to get their attention. A soft hum escapes from him as he tilts his head in your direction.

"Um...sorry to bother you but um...are you cosplaying right now?"

The soft laughter that leaves him makes you have little doubt as he sits up. He leans back on his hands as he turns his head in your direction. You think he's making eye contact, but...he's wearing a damn blindfold, so how the fuck would you know?

"Cosplaying, huh? What character do I remind you of?"

Holy shit!

His voice is really fucking accurate to Gojo...please be very dedicated to portraying the character cause you feel your heart beginning to race at the very idea of that white haired menace.

"Um...Gojo Satoru is who I'm thinking of..."

He hums softly like he's considering how to answer before smirking.

"Why would I cosplay myself? I know I'm perfect, but I don't exactly need to cosplay Gojo when that is me."

You stumble and slowly back away, mumbling in shock. "Ain't no way..."

The man who claims to be Gojo proceeded to watch the mini crashout that you are having as you began to pace in a circle. He tilts his head with a smirk of amusement, watching you lose your shit.

"...Gojo Satoru...Is it really your name or are you messing with me? I know he's kind of arrogant, but this is a little much, mr. cosplayer." The comment pours from you before you can get your jumbled mind into pieces.

"Who else would I be?" Ah, the arrogance is really on point. Very accurate from the knowledge that you know before the impulsiveness kicks in. You pause pacing before going up to his left side and tilting your head as he eyes your actions.

Reaching out slowly, you poke his arm to make sure that you are speaking to a person and not maldaptive daydreaming again. Once you very briefly felt a muscle from another human, you quickly turn to hug a tree. Solid to the earth to mentally ground yourself for being weird. He felt...quite firm-

A soft laugh of bewilderment comes from him. "Did you just poke me?"

You lean back as you hang on the tree. "... Hypothetically.."

The laugh that leaves him makes you swoon a bit before you get it together once he stands up. Quite tall...also annoyingly accurate to Gojo. You eye him warily as you hear your phone ping rapidly. Quickly pulling out to see it, you stare in shock as you click on the app.

SUCCESS! You've met crush #1! Congrats on your first contact with G.S. Aka: Gojo Satoru~

The only noise is a screech of shock and disbelief as 'Gojo' stares at you amused.

After spacing out for who knows how long, 'Gojo' (cause you still refuse to acknowledge the walking sin of hotness and chaos) walks over to you and leans on the tree that you are clutching like a lifeline. He lifts his blindfold to make eye contact with you as his smirk turns into a slight grin. "Believe me now?"

Ah. That will do it. The beauty will end you.

That was the only thought as you let go of the tree in shock and landed on the grass with a soft thud. You groan softly from the impact but your mind is busy reeling to really feel the pain. Cause you can only fake contacts up to a certain point to resemble a character, and those stupid blue eyes are too accurate to the media you consumed. A small cackle comes from him, reminding you that he is ruthless to your poor little heart. He takes your place, leaning on the tree and humming as he observes you. "I'm not surprised, but I expect a more excited reaction when my fans see me, you know~"

The audacity-

The urge to throw something at him overrules any flustered emotions your fangirling heart is going through as you stand up. Huffing softly and dusting yourself, you pause to think about who he is in this reality, given that he seems perfectly normal under the circumstances.

Side eyeing him, you clear your throat. "Sorry about...being me...hi."

That damn grin just widens as he steps closer. Panic floods as you wave your arms frantically around.

"No!...No thank you. Um...seeing you is enough."

He pauses and leans back on the tree. "Oh?"

Clearing your throat, you stare at him before nodding. "I..am a fan."

'Gojo' (still in massive denial cause ain't no way in hell-) smirks as he eyes your awkward stance. "I can tell. You want a photo or an autograph?"

You nod stiffly as you flip open your camera. Through the lens, you see he opens an arm for you to step in for a hug. Clearing your throat hard enough that you almost choke, you stand stiffly next to him. He rests his hand on your shoulder, and your brain runs in overdrive. You tilt the camera and rapidly press to capture a ton of shots to step away as soon as possible. He smells so good-

'Gojo' can't help but laugh again. You turn and rapidly take pics of him before running off. "Thank you!"

With a swift wave, you run as fast as you can back to your pace as you scream internally about the whole interaction.

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Reaching your place, you grab Mochi for emotional comfort and flop on your bed to attempt to delete the app. It's just AI, nothing crazy, and you'll mentally process the meeting in a moment. You pause, seeing no way to get into the settings or even get app details. You go back to the email, seeing it gone. You hug Mochi, who meows in slight protest, before settling in your arms. You take a deep breath to not scream in fear as you get a notification.

Aw! We can't leave! You wanted to meet your crushes so you will! Meeting one means you'll meet them all! ^-^

Oh.

Resting Mochi next to you, you once again test it by rubbing your hands together and smacking your cheeks.

And it hurts! That was real, and so is Mochi staring at you, unimpressed at your outbursts as always.

Okay...this was reality. You just met Gojo. At least he's fine as fuck.

Shaking your head and grabbing your phone, you look up his name to see what comes up.

Not the wiki-

Instead of the strongest sorcerer in the jujustu world from the anime and manga, Gojo Satoru is an A-list actor globally. All the information is accurate about him, but he's...real. A living and breathing person out of the creation.

Ah...You truly did just meet Gojo Satoru...In the flesh...And poked him.

That's the last thought before you refuse to start your day until a good nap to try to see if you are actually losing it this time.

Chapter 2: Another one? Oh no...

Summary:

You wake up and process that Gojo was real...What kind of shit?!

Whatever, later problem. Food first.

You hum as you feel Mochi pawing your face. You crack an eye open before grabbing Mochi and pulling them into a cuddle. You snuggle your beloved pet as you slowly wake up.

You set them on your lap as you sit up and shake your head as you try to remember what this morning was. You grab your phone after hearing a soft ping and freeze. You quickly go through your gallery and just stare at the recent photos.

Smiles. White hair. An ethereal god.

Yep.

You damn well did take photos of Gojo Satoru in the flesh.

HOW?

You get in the app and see his picture with his initials and read the notes at the bottom.

G.S. Aka the strongest ~ Made contact

Truly dumbfounded at your fate, you stare at the screen with the other five initials. If you let your brain think, you can probably guess who they are. You begin working through the app and overanalyze everything, as there were only six sets of names. Okay, okay! This is fine. Everything is fine...Not! You peep the initials S.R. and feel yourself getting heartburn at the very idea of meeting the king of curses in your reality. That just sounds...horrid.

You shake your head as your stomach starts to act up. It's time to eat before actually thinking any harder about how and why. Heavy on the how...

You sigh softly to yourself and grab your headphones as you head out again. A nice little five-minute walk to a reasonably priced place you love. You wait to think about your situation since hunger wins every time.

You head inside your local cafe and embrace the lovely smell of pastries, coffee, and relaxation. Truly one of the closest places to an oasis that isn't your place. You walk in, then wait in line behind someone in a tan suit. Work on a Saturday? What a crime. You send good vibes to the poor soul as your phone dings with that annoyingly cute ping. You pull it out and feel your soul depart.

Crush #2: Stern, cool and dreamy~ Make contact!

You glance up at the man ahead of you in line and notice his blond hair. Anime Crush that became real. Blonde hair, tan suit. Tall...Stern, cool, dreamy...

Oh.

Oh.

No.

Please. I'm not good at social interactions. Be a stranger. Be a stranger, please! You'd rather be embarrassed by a random stranger than the crush in mind.

You gently tap him. "Excuse me, sir?"

He turns to glance at you, and you almost faint.

Define cheekbones. Hazel eyes you can kinda see under his green sunglasses...He's hot. And definitely looks like Nanami Kento.

You blink at him a few times and glance at his tie.

Nope, it's him. That eccentric ass tie! Looks like a cheetah tie.

"Do... you...um...where did you get the tie?" Why was this question that came from you? Cause it was probably the only thing was gonna keep you sane!

He tilts his head at your question. "From a department store. Is that all?"

That voice makes you brace yourself as you look away and nod rapidly.

" Yep. All good. My bad for bothering you."

He shakes his head to indicate it was no problem before turning around, as you internally lose your shit. Can't be too weird in public, which is so unfortunate, cause damn! He's too fine..and that voice?! Please...you don't know if you can do this shit.

You unconsciously listen as he places his order and steps to the side. You step up and can't help to poke him.

He glanced down and then at you. "Yes?"

You take in a deep breath and breathe. "Are you working today?"

He frowns, confused, but responds. "Unfortunately, yes. Deadlines are a priority, and I must jeopardize my time for this."

You could honestly listen to him talk forever. But that means, like Gojo, he has a normal job. You blink as he gets his order and nods at you before leaving.

You sigh before getting your regular and wait as you glance at your phone. There's a damn notification from the app...

SUCCESS! You've made contact with your second crush, N.K. aka Nanami Kento!

You definitely turned off your brain as you thanked the barista and walked home with your meal. You somehow make it home before you grab a cushion and scream like a maniac at meeting Nanami.

After a cute little scream session where you know your neighbors question your sanity again, you sit on the couch to drink and eat your food as you watch TV. This is definitely a problem, and you're going to need to do a deep dive before you meet the others.

Chapter 3: Guessing

Summary:

You might go crazy so let's just prepare to see who the others are

Notes:

I didn't sleep till almost 4 a.m. and only slept for a good five or six hours.

I love writing on fumes~

I'm gonna try to make the next one longer.

Hope you enjoy~

After you finished eating, you decided to spend the rest of your day digging into the initials left by those you haven’t met. It’s best to be prepared so you don’t actually get sent into a psych ward this time. You set Mochi on the couch for sentimental support, even though they eyeball you with wondering what is wrong with you this time before closing their eyes.

Just adorable and a low-key asshole who has your heart.

You shrug as you drink water and open the app along with a spare notebook to write things that come to mind.

#1: G.S.: Gojo Satoru, 28, actor. Meet him in the park and have photo proof. Likelihood to meet again: Who knows, cause why was he in the park without guards?!

#2: N.K: Nanami Kento, 27, businessman? Meet at the cafe around the corner from the house. Likelihood to meet again: Unfortunately, good since he was by your god damn place and the cafe was your favorite.

Now onto the ones you haven’t met yet.

-G.S:…Another one?

You go through your tabs on browser and frown as it clicks before writing.

-G.S: Geto Suguru? Age who knows… and probably may meet dealing with Gojo again, which again is hopefully not likely.

F.T.: Fushiguro Toji? Dilf. Meeting possible? Maybe a club or some sketchy shit you try not to get into, maybe?

S.R.: Sukuna Ryomen??? You can simply pray and lowkey hope not he’s scary as fuck. Meet…something related to Toji.

K.C.: Kamo Choso? Peak emo and sexy as can be. Meet…who knows?

You lean back and observe your notes. The other four you haven’t met give you heartburn as you glance at the time. It’s around eight, and you rest your head on your hand as you rub your temples.

You order in and eat on the couch, watching deep dives about stuff online. You don’t really pay attention completely, with your brain occupied and processing how your day is going.

A headache begins to form cause hot people…hot fictional people becoming real is too much.

Why are you the real question? Perhaps this is the psychotic break that’s clicking in due to stress over work and life.

Maybe you should be a hermit or a cryptid in the forest and refuse to ever move?

You sigh quietly as you glance at your phone when it pings. You slowly check and calm down; you see that your friends just want to hang out at the club.

That’s all you need. Just some liquor and dancing, and everything will be just fine.

Chapter 4: Clubbing Mayhem

Summary:

You go to the club in hopes of drowning out the day, but you just can't escape, can you?

Once upon a time, you were facing a very weird ass day that doesn’t make any sense. And like Cinderella, you decided to doll yourself up, be cute in clothes highlighting your assets because you ain’t shy.

Then went on to your ‘ball’ filled with booze, people who don’t keep their hands to themselves, and immaculate company that will make sure you don’t lose your shoes. Yet unlike the fairy tale, you ain’t trying to impress any Prince Charming or meet one. Just hang out with your vibes as you drown out the day.

And that’s where you are. You often visit one of the most popular clubs in the area with your friends, Yuna, Zea, and Aria.

It’s not like a rich-only club, but better than a bar that seems sketchy. DJ has good taste that evening, and the drinks definitely weren’t watered down.

Drinking something strong to cope with the reality of fictional men becoming real and wondering why your fairy tale is a hot mess.

After that seventh shot, you are leaning on the bar, wondering how the marble counter feels so cool on your heated skin, before your phone goes off. You take a minute to focus your eyes as you look at your notifications.

Crush #3: Smooth, gentlemanly, mysterious ~ Make contact

Crush #4: Older, flirtatious, fascinating ~ Make contact!

Ain’t no way in hell?!

This is just unfortunate shit.

As your poor, intoxicated mind stares at your phone screen as you lean on the bar, you can only process one thing.

You are in trouble.

Yuna pokes you and frowns as you tense up. “You alright?”

You nod stiffly, getting a glare as you sip your drink. She drops it and chats with Aria about some random celebs appearing at random clubs on the low.

You probably should have paid attention instead of doing another shot with Zea.

You keep close to your friends as you stay close to the table. You press your head to one of your hands as you shake it off to buy the next round after losing a game of rock, paper, scissors with Yuna. You know that you most likely should probably stop drinking with the knowledge that not one but two fucking anime now real men are in the club!

You hiccup as you wander over to the bartender, who gets to you in record time. You rattle off the cocktails, and you lean on the bar for balance after paying for the drinks. As you wait, you sense someone next to you.

Chaos is all you feel and think about when you notice the strong presence. Glancing up, you can only stare in horror, disbelief, and more as you make eye contact with Gojo.

This is really why should pay attention to gossip in case it’s true.

He smiles brightly and hums softly. “Well, well! I didn’t think I’d meet my fan again and so soon~ Stalking me?”

You can tell it’s him teasing, but dear lord, you can’t form a thought, busy fighting with the blood flooding everywhere except your brain. Unfortunately, this sobered you up a bit, so you didn’t slur your words too badly when you spoke.

You keep eye contact but slowly shake your head, mumbling. “No…”

Gojo tilts his head, amused, before giving you a once-over, his eyes linger on certain places before meeting your eyes again. “Really? Then you just happen to be here at the same time?”

So, here’s the issue, right? Too many shots plus a few too many cocktails means your mouth has even less of a filter than usual, which means the impulsiveness is before any rational thinking you typically can do.

“As sexy and exquisite as you are to make my body feel one too many things, coincidences are a thing, one.”

His eyes shine in delight at your comment, and he leans closer, making you want to look away, but his stubbornness with alcohol makes you continue to face head-on.

Gojo speaks gently, which is messing with your head and body too much.“And what exactly does your body feel?”

“As if you don’t know…”

His damn eyes are like fucking gems with emotions, and it makes you uncomfortable. But seeing the delight and intrigue in you makes you unconsciously lean in more.

The staring contest only gets broken when a man comes up next to him and rests his arm along his shoulders. “A new friend, Satoru?”

The white-haired gremlin hummed in amusement as you startled back and glanced at the man who spoke after Gojo responded. “Just the fan I mentioned earlier. We met at the park.”

Long, silky black hair? Indeed. Seductive yet calculating eyes? Uh-huh. A grin with so much kindness and energy that spells out trouble? Bingo!

Geto Suguru has appeared, and you wanna scream so bad,

You awkwardly eye him for a long minute before nodding in greeting. You hear him laugh softly before he speaks.

“Cat got your tongue, miss?”

Oh.

“Unless you are the cat, no.”

Damn it.

He blinks and laughs softly with Gojo at the comment before he takes a step closer to you. “Do you want this cat on your tongue?”

You blink widely and tilt your head as you notice the drinks are ready before you look back at him. “Very much so since you look tasty.”

Now, you calculate your escape when you hear him laugh loudly with Gojo, cause you can’t deal with hot people or flirt, and it’s time to go.

You swiftly poke Geto’s torso before handing a tip to the bartender and speed walking the drinks to your friends.

It’s truly outstanding how you were able to escape and deliver the next round without spilling them. You avoid looking at your phone as you sip your drink, dazed at the beauty you came across a few minutes.

Just…too damn fine.

Fictional? Beautiful.

But them in reality?? It’s a fucking immaculate site, and you thank your stress response for being flight in any stressful situations.

You let your friends drag you to dance as you sip on your drink. You sway to the music lazily with your friends, but want to be more intoxicated.
After downing drinks, you definitely feel the need to break the seal and wander off to the bathroom with Zea. The woes of being intoxicated mean being unstable on your feet, which is only a blessing, as heels were not in the equation, and as you lean on the wall waiting for your friend to return after you come out.

Unfortunately, you have the balance of a newborn fawn and stumble. You brace yourself to fall, and then somebody pulls you up by your arms.

“You gotta be careful there..”

The deep voice prompts you to wonder why your body reacts the way it does before you even process the lecturing tone.

Questioning your existence is difficult under the influence, as you blink up at the person who caught you and made a comment.

Black hair, compression shirt covering a very in shape body. A scar on his lip and green eyes staring into your non-sober soul.

Very. Large. Chest.

And comfy…

You stand up properly with his assistance as you blink lazily at him in realization.

Gojo…with fucking Geto and now Toji?

The liquor is helping you a lot with being calm, but you make stupid decisions because of the liquor. You can feel your phone vibrate as you pinch his cheek.

He stares bewildered and mumbles. “The fuck are you doing?”

You shrug as you see your friend come out. “Being cute. Thank you and bye!” You swiftly drag your friend off as you make your way back to your friends, who you left on the dance floor.

Once again, you make a note to applaud your drunk ass with your escape as you make it back.

You aren’t in the mood to dance, and you feel the liquor really catching up as you quickly make your way outside. Taking a good inhale of summer air, you press your head against the wall as you text your friends that you may puke and wait outside.

As you receive the confirmation texts, you wait for them, taking deep breaths.

You feel your stomach ease as you see your friends wave you over when they exit the club. You make your way over to them and get in the car. You thank your sober friend who came to get you as they drive off.

—

You bless your friends as they help you back home and help you puke when it finally arrives.

You hum in appreciation as they help get you to bed and leave you to rest. Once you lay your head on your pillow, you fall asleep shortly after.

Notes:

The goal to write longer is something...

Trying to plan this is making me wanna cry, but I'm trying my best!

Hope you enjoy~

Chapter 5: Hungover but no regrets

Summary:

You spent the night clubbing and how you are hungover~

Time to go to the cafe and worry about everything else later.

“Meow.”

All you felt was a paw squishing your cheek when you heard a soft sound as you cracked an eye open at your alarm in pet form. You hum quietly and put a pillow over your head as the pain of a hangover hits you in full force.

It takes you a good and long moment before you get up from your bed and crawl to the bathroom. You lazily do your routine as you lie on the bathroom floor for the most part.

Sliding on sunglasses and a hoodie, you feed Mochi before heading to the cafe. Some caffeine and sweets to help the nagging headache that is causing you agony. You refuse to remember last night for now as you focus on the mission of getting comfort.

When you enter the cafe, it’s not busy, which is lovely this Sunday afternoon. You place your order for your regular using sign language, not trusting your voice yet. The baristas give you a sympathetic look as you pay, then flop at a table with a window, questioning why you make certain choices that have horrible consequences.

You lay your head on your arm as your phone vibrates, and you don’t want to see what is going on yet.

A soft clink on the table after a few minutes lets you know the barista placed the order in front of you. You lazily sign thanks as you sit up slowly.

After a few deep breaths, you savor the tasty caffeine as your phone buzzes more frequently, which is definitely a later problem as you look at the summer foliage out the window.

The peace is sweet until you hear someone clear their throat and tap your table. You turn your head and blink widely at the man who is interrupting your peace with a beautiful image.

It was Nanami who tilted his head and gestured to the spare seat in front of you. You slowly nod, not trusting your voice once again, as you watch him sit in front of you.

Your eyes swiftly glance him over, appreciating the lovely sight of the t-shirt and jeans.

Damn…he looks good.

But why the fuck is he gracing you while your head is just finishing ringing out like crazy?

You then decided it would be a good idea to look down at your phone quickly. The main notifications make you curse internally.

Crush #2 aka N.K. is near!

Make contact!

You eye your phone in disbelief before you hear Nanami clear his throat, making you snap your head up at him.

“May I ask you a question?”

He very much can and more if he wanted…, and you would answer even if you probably like a dying frog at the moment.

You nod firmly as you shift your sunglasses off your face for your regular ones.

“You seem to know sign language. Is that right?”

When did he…how long was he here?

The empty, wide-eyed stare made him clarify before you could lose your shit.

“I was standing behind you in line, so I noticed you using your hands when you didn’t speak.”

Oh.

You nod and smile softly.

He hums, intrigued as he sips his drink.

How can a person look so elegant? This is nuts.

You clear your throat as you speak quietly. “I’m not proficient, but I’m learning as I go.”

He nods and regards you once more. “Seems like a good skill to have…did I meet you yesterday?”

You smile sheepishly and nod. “Yeah…if you are thinking about a woman who asked about your tie and if you worked…yes.”

He chuckles and nods. “I do remember you better.”

Please… whatever heavens sent him to be real…thank you for blessing me with his laugh.

Nanami smiles and holds his hand out to you. “Nanami Kento.”

You bite my lip to hide the grin wanting to spill out as you grip his hand gently as you say your name.

He says it as he shakes your hand before pulling away, making you swoon, and then hides it by pulling the ties of your hoodie.

Nanami smiles at your behavior as he finishes his cup and stands. “It was nice talking to you briefly. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.”

You smile and nod before you wave as he leaves.

Shortly after you finish your drink and pastry, you turn in the plate before you head out.

As you walk home, you ponder the interaction and can’t hide the grin that spreads across your face with the warm feeling in your chest.

Sundays, you typically don’t leave your house since you mentally gotta prepare for work the next day.

But you are definitely glad you left and met Nanami again.

—

As you relax on your couch once you get home, you decide to check all the notifications and see that the group chat with your friends has left the most messages. You open and read the chaos you missed.

~No Sex-All City~

Ari: Honey!

Yu_Yu: Honey!

Yu_Yu: OI! You’d better check your phone asap, hon!

Zeplin: What’s wrong this time? Y’all ain’t hungover?

Ari: Yes, but this is major~ Luckily, it doesn’t show much, but girl~!

Ari: -sent image-

Yu_Yu: -sent image-

Yu_Yu: -sent image-

Yu_Yu: -sent image-

Yu_Yu: -sent image-

Zeplin: Yikes.

Ari: Explain yourself when you can! You are so lucky your face isn’t showing, boo!

Yu_Yu: Were they hot in person?

Zeplin: Let’s pray she checks her phone soon.

Ah…Damn it.

All thoughts in your head vanish as you look at the photos spammed in the group chat. It doesn’t show your face, but you definitely remember that damn short ass blue dress that’s in the photo with fucking Gojo leaning way too close to you.

The photos were shot with you facing Gojo as he leaned close to you, and there was one with Geto being poked by you.

Now…what is the most reasonable reaction to cope with this?

You mute the group chat, too overwhelmed, and scream into a pillow on your couch.

Peak free therapy.

Notes:

Hey~

I have the goal to do this at least once a week...including the other things I work on as well.

And I have fallen into the pattern of updating at 1 in the morning~

But yep, hope you enjoy.

Bye for now!

Notes:

Odd ride? Hope so.

Grammar errors? Maybe.

Says female but leaning to non-binary cause I don't know how to write.

Anyway...

Bye~