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𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬)

the title is a lyric form 'you can't hurry love' by the supremes

𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘂 𝘅 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼

(A/N): hello there, lovelies!

truly projecting with this one because my therapist did say to use writing as therapy and I am using it to manifest two hot dudes as my boyfriends in this life (not going to lie, me being single in this month does feel a bit... not very right).

I am considering probably expanding this fics with small slices of life from this couple so if you enjoyed this pls let me know and I'd appreciate the living shit out of it.

as always, comments and reblogs make me write faster and better!

have a lovely day!

SUMMARY: upon being forced into cramped spaces with two of your hot past friends, you are brought to confront some unsolved feelings.

“My friends told me that they’d have a room you could rent till you find an apartment”. Albeit good news you weren’t eager to move from a former frat boy's house to another, although you couldn’t be exactly picky. “... you remember Satorou and Suguru, right?”.

WARNINGS: romance and angst, hurt/comfort, slight mention of insecurities, burnout and depression, polyamory, slightly suggestive, gojo can be a tad too much at times and gets has an avoidant attachment style, reader is a mechanic, afab character, she/her pronouns, slice of life, getting together.

You can’t hurry love, you just have to wait had been the leitmotif throughout all your teens years where each one of your friends fell in love and into relationships, while you stayed - silently - single.

It had gotten you wondering for the longest time whether you were too ugly, too stupid or simply… whether there was something wrong with you.

Your poor mother had always had to deal with the worst of your rants and she’d always repeat the same: your one true love would come, eventually:

“It might take a bit of time, but it’s simply because they are going to be utterly wholesome and perfect for you. And you know what? These things do take time”.

As you had also gotten into relationships, as a late bloomer, you had soon learned that the dream of finally not being single was far overhyped and currently at twenty-five, with a stable job and your own circle of friends, you had other problems to rant to your family about.

Such as the one of you being currently without a stable apartment since you were far too non-confrontational to tell your former roommate that no, her boyfriend couldn’t move into your house in your stead.

He had been already living with her quite stably and in all truth, you hadn’t ever enjoyed nor her nor the apartment, hence it had seemed like a sign to actually seek out another place.

What you hadn’t accounted for was that you lived in a time period having the worst house crisis ever, which had you crashing at your brother’s place and as much as you loved him, he was a former frat boy who had never grown up at the respectful age of twenty-seven.

Yu might have been a good brother but as a roommate was even worse than your previous one. A fact that he could feel deep in his bones since you’d oftentimes be glaring at him for having forgotten the toilet seat up or having left dirty dishes in the sink.

With this threat over his head, of course, he had moved onto trying to help you find an apartment nearby and one special night he had come back with an ample smile and a prompt proposal.

“My friends told me that they’d have a room you could rent till you find an apartment”.

Albeit good news you weren’t eager to move from a former frat boy's house to another, although you couldn’t be exactly picky.

“... you remember Satorou and Suguru, right?”.

And such names brought you to further want to shoot down the idea.

As you and Yu were barely a few years apart in age, you had oftentimes hung out with him and his friends and you knew everybody in his circle, especially Satorou Gojo who had been your - impossible - teen crush.

An arrogant boy who had many times made fun of you and your obvious inability to stop showing your heart on your shoulder.

Geto Suguru was his best friend and now boyfriend; you had a happier memory of Geto; if anything because he was far nicer than Gojo, always trying to have you included in the conversation.

The thought of sharing an apartment, albeit your conditions, had you definitely a tiny bit resisting, especially as you hadn’t seen either since high school had ended and it’d have made for an uncomfortable fit.

Not to talk about the fact that back then they had been friends and now they were a couple.

You were desperate, but were you desperate enough to third-wheel a well-established couple of two people towards whom you had harbored teenage crushes for?

Evidently yes, as you had agreed to Yu’s suggestion and in a week, you had moved into Geto’s and Gojo’s apartment, thankful that only the former was there when you came with all your belongings and an awkward gratitude on your face.

Gojo was away on a business trip and Geto greeted you warmly; he did remember the past times and he was quick to have you at ease as you insisted that you were beyond grateful for the room and you’d be moving out as soon as you found something on the market.

“Don’t worry” he had commented, as you sat onto a box during a break from settling everything around the place “... it isn’t like we had put this room at use. In all truth, the whole apartment is quite big for the two of us, although Gojo insists that it’s necessary”.

“I am just glad that I get my own private bathroom with a washing machine. I swear to God that Yu broke his own the year he moved in” you had promptly joked back, as awkwardness was swiftly turned into a familiarity that felt better fit for now that you were adults.

For the entire week, you had been careful and a bit anxious, worried that a single mishap might send you back to your brother, although soon you realized such a thing wouldn’t have happened.

Geto was welcoming and while you worked in the body shop throughout the day, he’d spend his mornings in university to fill his position as a teacher’s assistant, oftentimes coming back in the early afternoon to deal with lessons and such at home.

You didn’t bother each other, although you worried the harder of the two might be Gojo.

You were a bit worried he might pick up on your crush and tease you, and when the bell rang signaling him coming back home - “he can’t be trusted with his keys, alone” - you had sprung up as if something had prickled your ass, fast enough that Geto shot you a slight amused look.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Gojo and I have warned him to be on his best behavior” such a comment didn’t ease your jumpiness, if anything it worsened it, because if Gojo had to be told to be on his best behavior…

«I am back, my beloved».

Well, he hadn’t certainly outwore the whole drama queen attitude and although it was a bit frustrating, you couldn’t help a slight smile at such a thing noticing that even Geto grumbled before coming to meet his boyfriend halfway through.

«… can’t believe that you didn’t even think of coming to get me at the airport».

«That’s punishment for that time you came to greet me at the airport with a PornHub sign, Toru».

You definitely hid a small laugh underneath your hand as the two came back and you felt like you should have definitely bolted for your room, although it might have been rude.

Satorou Gojo hadn’t grown any less ugly in these years, if anything his instant charm had definitely heightened and paired with Geto’s sullen beauty, you were halfway through drooling wide awake.

«Baby Haibara!» you were promptly greeted, though, and you were startled when Gojo brought you in a tight hug, his face eagerly looking into your own «… haven’t you grown, have you? You were right, Suguru! She’s quite pretty, isn’t she?».

You startled at the compliment, and in such a movement your attention shifted from Gojo upon Geto, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, with pinkish cheeks as he went to lightly deck the back of his boyfriend’s head. Lovingly, obviously.

«I… well, I… it’s good to meet you as well, Gojo… I mean, Mr….».

«Mr. Gojo is my father and you are literally the sister of one of my best friends, hence the two things don’t match» he commented a bit more seriously, although with a softer smile «… have you grown bored with Suguru and his old man habits?».

«Fuck you, Satorou» Geto growled although without any true bite as he gently patted his boyfriend’s back. Even in such a gesture there was a casualty that had you feeling like you were far too much in such a scenery.

«I… everything.. I… I am doing fine» it was the worst and most awkward phrasing of the words that you could come up with, especially as it wasn't what you had been asked, but you couldn’t take it back, just sprint to your room under the excuse that you’d have a shift soon.

«Alright».

Gojo had pouted lightly, almost adorably and you had to stop halfway through the dining room and your own to catch onto your breath and curse yourself out for having behaved probably quite rudely.

Still, as you slowly regained a steadier heartbeat, you were startled to hear Geto and Gojo talking and albeit you were far more intruding, you were quick to lend an ear to such a conversation, if anything to assure yourself they wouldn’t be gossiping about you between your back.

«You had to go and scare her, didn’t you?» Geto screeched lightly, again more annoyance than true frustration «I told you to behave on the phone!».

«Oh, c’mon! I wasn’t that bad» you had a distinct inkling they might be talking about you, although you tried not to overthink it «… and it isn’t like I told her that she’s ugly or anything! I was just stating the obvious».

«And did you have to mention to her what I told you in a private conversation?».

You didn’t know what was more startling: that Gojo thought you truly pretty or that Geto had, indeed, told him that he found you beautiful.

Had this happened when you had been in high school, you’d have fainted, knocked your head into something and probably needed a trip to the nurse office.

Right now you almost simply risked stumbling on your feet.

«By the way…» you were definitely eager for a change of topic «… is that kikufuku?».

«Yeah, Satorou, your eyes are working» again that exhaustion although from the sound noise of a ‘smack’ you had an inkling that Gojo had just received a kiss «… she cooked it for you, by the way. Wanted to make a good impression».

You flustered at Geto exposing you: you had slaved the night before to cook the sweet treat as you had definitely wanted to at least ease whatever tease Gojo might be with food, thinking that if he was too busy eating his favorite treat, he wouldn’t have you flustered, although your cheeks did heat up and it was a perfect time to seriously go up your room.

Through this awkward moment, you had moved onto a more comfortable pace, especially as each of your usual timetables seemed to fit snuggly with each other, as Gojo would oftentimes work from home till late hours which would imply that when you came back from the graveyard shift, he’d be in the kitchen ravaging the expensive ice cream he got for such occasions till he got brain freeze.

After a few denials of joining him in the act, you had eventually moved into such an activity, swearing to keep it a secret from Geto although you were well aware that he knew it all too well.

Through the two months that passed, you learned soon that they weren’t anymore the immature boys they had been back there and although Geto kept his moods and Gojo his terrible humor, they weren’t so bad, enough that once the initial awkwardness was exhausted.

You had taken also onto hanging with them, although at first you had thought it’d be awkward and you’d be third-wheeling always, but instead as much as there’d be moments where Geto and Gojo would be each other’s partner, it never felt heavy nor intruding.

Aside from that time that you had been awoken through the night by heavy steps and barely held in laughter, startled to find that it was a wasted Gojo while Geto dragged him along inside the house.

«What happened?» you asked, not having immediately clocked the drunkenness out of Gojo, as Geto startled at your presence sending you a slightly hysterical smile of obvious awkwardness.

«He… well, he had one too much, darling» the pet name immediately had you flustered although you were startled when it was Gojo who reacted to it.

Not that it should startle you that a couple had a pet names.

«… no worries, I’ll put him to sleep. Sorry for having bothered you or woken you…».

«You should join our party!» Gojo murmured slurring through his entire speech as you shot him a tiepid smile.

«Can’t. Gotta work tomorrow» and you made to turn around as clearly you were intruding and you did have work in the morning, startled at the call out of your name «… huh?».

«Why wer… weren’t you… tonight?».

You didn’t understand Gojo fully as Geto tried to usher him and just resulted with his boyfriend slamming his lips onto his own, a bit sidetracked from whatever he meant to say.

That was decidedly far more intimate than you should have witnessed, still your feet were stuck on the ground as you witnessed the sloppy way in which the two exchanged an obviously passionate kiss.

You felt decidedly like a pervert, ducking away as soon as your feet started walking again, as you heard your name called out again although you didn’t turn around, smashing your head in the pillow and trying not to think about the scene you had witnessed.

Nor the way that Gojo had seemed eager for you as well, moving onto Geto only as a distraction.

Was it… no it wasn’t like that.

They were boyfriends.

Had been for the past four years and they were stable and wouldn’t have definitely any interest in you.

The awkwardness had by breakfast stemmed away with Gojo apologizing earnestly as you tried to hide your face not to show your obvious eyebags since you hadn’t been able to fall asleep after witnessing the whole ‘scene’.

Nothing had ever been mentioned and you had put any doubting thought to the rest, till the day that Gojo pushed you aside one day while Geto was at some seminary:

“I’ll be leaving for a month in a few days. A long business trip to deal with some family staff as well” he had explained without his usual slight amusement twinkling in his pretty blue eyes “Gotta ask you something. A favor if you will”.

You had promptly thought that it’d be to handle some stuff around the house, which you didn’t mind as you tried to make up for their help through both helping around the house - neither seemed to have a good hand for different maintenance tasks - and baking to Gojo’s heart content.

“Stay close to Geto, while I am away, alright?”.

You had been a bit taken a back but not startled, nodding eagerly.

“It’s no problem, I don’t mind usually… we actually had plans…”.

“I know” he had gently smiled as if thinking about you and his boyfriend going out without him, before growing serious “... when I am away… for long… he doesn’t do well”.

“I’ll make him company!” yeah, if you had had Gojo as a boyfriend, you wouldn’t have been all too happy to be left. Especially for a month “... no worries, at all! I actually…”.

“It isn’t just about company” again that somber tone which was so unlike his usual happy go-lucky and cocky attitude “... I… you must have noticed that sometimes… Suguru… he tends to isolate himself”.

You had, indeed, noticed that sometimes Suguru would overwork himself and the one fight that you had witnessed between the two had been about him not ‘properly taking care of himself’.

You hadn’t meant to snoop any further, rushing to get out and go bother Yu before the actual fight started but you had still heard Suguru’s defeated voice saying ‘you can’t fucking cure me, Satorou’.

“... he… he doesn’t do well, and I fear for long… time period”.

Well, that did complicate the whole idea you had had of ‘keeping an eye out on him’ while Gojo was away, although you didn’t mind it.

If anything, the sole reason why you suddenly felt a bit unconfident about it was the fact that you weren’t sure whether you were the best person for such a task.

Still, as if reading your worries, Gojo was quick to breath lightly and say:

“... he likes you. I do know that and I think that he’d appreciate it. Or at least I’d do”.

And fixed with those gorgeous bright blue eyes, you hadn’t had any choice but to agree to such a favor, being thanked by a tight hug that had you flustered as you brushed your roommate away, insisting that you’d be late for work.

In the end, you had thought that it couldn’t be too bad, especially as the first week was pretty calm with you and Geto going to the movies on the weekend and then spending the evening in some diner downtown that he showed you happily, explaining to you a few anecdotes about Gojo having almost gotten banned from it.

The second week seemed a bit more trialing with Geto oftentimes overworking himself and you finding him still up when you came back early in the morning from a late night shift.

He was always working and although worried you believed he might be submerging himself in work to avoid thinking about Gojo.

When you updated Gojo - such a thing always left a bitter taste in your mouth, as you felt like you were slowly betraying Geto’s trust into you - he didn’t seem all too worried and the gravity of the situation didn’t hit you fully till halfway through the third week, when you got a message from Gojo asking whether you could check on his boyfriend.

“He usually tells me to fuck off with my morning texts but I got nothing”.

“Maybe he just forgot to charge his phone” he had been a few times and oftentimes asked to use your power bank when he meant to go to uni that day “... I’ll check”.

You had noticed since coming to Gojo’s and Geto’s shared bedroom that Geto must be still inside and upon knocking after a moment of hesitation, you had been told to come inside just to notice that the place was quite messy.

Not exceedingly but the desk was immersed by different papers - a few graded a few messily signed - and the laptop atop of it looked precarious.

The curtains were pulled and Geto’s face was smashed against the pillow, which you felt like wasn’t already an indication and you stopped just short of the bed, softly calling out his name as if not to startle him.

As if he hadn’t told you to come inside.

«… need anything» came a light peep that aimed to be far more curt than it truly was, having you almost giggle hadn’t it been that you were worried.

You now understood Gojo’s seriousness when he had talked about it with you.

«Not going to uni, today?».

You had by now learned their routines and usually Geto would be already out of the bed, having breakfast with you by now.

«… anything happened? Didn’t sleep well?».

«You sound like, Toru» he muttered with that same bitter tone as if he meant to discourage you from moving any further, although he didn’t know that you could be far more stubborn.

Your concern was genuine, not out of devotion for Gojo.

Although you wouldn’t have admitted it even under torture, you cared for your roommates.

Deeply and far more than a normal roommate, but such a thing would have been ushered underneath the carpet for now.

«Mmh, I am not half as pretty as him though» with a playful tone, you gently sat down on one of the sides of the bed, mindful not to touch him so as not to overwhelm him.

You cursed yourself for not having done further research or having asked Gojo for any other advice, as you felt severely underprepared for handling the situation.

«… no, you are» you were startled by the slight mutter, definitely thinking that he might have been saying something else and it was muffled by the pillow, but what he spoke of next was quite jarring «… and not half as annoying as him. Still, a bit because you want to fix me, but…».

«I don’t want to fix you» you stated clearly, a bit taken aback and trying to hold back the tight annoyance you felt for Geto’s assumptions «… but I also can see that this isn’t … healthy. Like did you get any sleep last night?».

Geto seemed startled by the comment, lightly turning to you to show you his face and from the prominent eyebags around his eyes, you could tell he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, which in turn had you soften your expression much to his dismay.

«You don’t have to worry for me» he grumbled, making to turn to the other side «… whatever Toru got you up to…».

«Well, I… it isn’t just Toru» you shut him down promptly as you found that it was true. If you had come upon the scene unprompted, you’d have also wanted to do anything, because… well, because you lied Geto and you didn’t want him to suffer «… I am worried about you, alright? Is there… is there anything I can do…?».

«Just let me rot in bed».

That did seem like a rather… extreme situation, you thought as you lightly inched closer to him if anything to stall him in turning his face away.

«… this isn’t.. well, this isn’t your burden to bear».

«You talk so negatively, Geto» you couldn’t help but mutter, feeling yourself become flustered at your oblivious moment, although it did stall Geto’s own movements as he went to again hide his face in the pillows «… if I was bothered, I wouldn’t have asked, believe me».

«No, you’d have still because you are nice. So sweet like the candy that Toru can’t give up».

You almost wished for the ground to swallow you whole, as this man was suffering and you were having the time of your life under such revelations, although you should have taken them with a grain of salt; just because Geto thought you pretty and sweet, it didn’t mean that he’d have left his committed relationship for you.

Not that you wanted him to.

«… I’ll be fine».

«I don’t doubt it» you muttered gently as one of your hands finally did what it had been aching to do since you had been blessed with Geto’s bedhead, pushing a few strands away as you undid the man bun with which he had slept.

That couldn’t be comfortable, could it? It wasn’t an excuse to pass your hands through the silky tresses.

«… but I’d like to help… if… if there’s anything I can do, alright?».

For a moment, you thought the worst of it as Geto didn’t seem responsive and you’d be ushered out, which would have entailed for a rather anxious morning at work as you doubted that he’d have done anything truly… serious but the thought of him laying there definitely negative and catastrophic thinking had your heart clutch lightly.

As one would with a dear friend, obviously.

Then you were startled out of your thoughts.

«… can you… can you do something?» and you should have startled at how eagerly you’d have done anything «… hold me, please».

You were startled by the request, expecting for him to ask you to leave him alone or call Satorou. Not definitely such a request and while it filled you with warmth and comfortability, you couldn’t help but slightly frown and Geto noticed it as well.

«… knew that it’d be too much» he muttered and although his words were a clear grumble, you could feel the wetness in tears lacing them «… I am too much».

«No, no!» you rushed to pacify him, cursing yourself for your reaction «… it’s just… I am… I am not Satorou».

You started at the comfort with which you had called Gojo by his first name.

You had been roommates for months by now and yet, you hadn’t ever said anything so informal.

«… it’s just… I am not sure whether… it’d be… well, whether it’d be proper».

Considering what you had been thinking, it was the least you wanted to deny, but at the same time you didn’t want to break any boundaries nor take advantage of a moment when Suguru was so clearly and desperately vulnerable.

He seemed to catch onto the fact that your hesitation wasn’t due to him but your own awkward uncomfortability and insecurity.

Hence you were startled when his hand went onto your own and gently laced your fingers together in a move that was far too intimate.

You tried not to react so as not to startle him nor make him feel rejected.

«It’s no problem» he muttered gently as if he meant to be the one consoling you «… I know that you aren’t him. And he knows that I’d have asked you this».

You startled at the confession that they might have discussed this.

Afterall, Suguru had mentioned that he knew that Gojo had asked you to keep him company, although it was… strange to think that they had talked about you… also comforting him. It wasn’t weird, it was just… awkward.

As for the whole situation.

«I don’t want… I don’t…» you were stumbling and couldn’t help but feel like an idiot.

Your friend was definitely going through something and you couldn’t reign yourself in to give him a hand. Such a thought finally brought you back on Earth: it wasn’t like Suguru was trying to get you to cuddle with him for funsies, as he clearly needed just comfort.

There was nothing more than the willingness and need for help in such a situation and you’d have looked to it this way, ending the stumbling and silly words.

«Alright» you relented softly as Suguru seemed startled by your sudden agreement but still raised up the duvet to let you in comfortably which you did, ditching your phone on the nightstand «… better?».

You were startled when the Suguru smashed his whole body against you although he had, indeed, asked to be held, which you provided swiftly as your arms went around his shoulders while his own settled to your waist.

You were thankful he set his head in the crook of your neck because having to actually look at him in such an intimate setting would have left you scorching.

He hummed as he felt content with the position, all too glad when you resumed the hair caresses you had been indulging before and cooing softly.

His obvious darker thoughts seemed calmer as you felt him fall asleep within half an hour as he had to be exhausted.

With a considerable amount of stretches you reached to promptly get your phone and alert Gojo that things seemed settled for the matter.

“Hope it’s alright, we are cuddling” you wished to text him but somehow it felt a tad… crass. You settled onto a simple “I’ll handle it” just to be answered by a soft “... you are a little miracle, baby Haibara”.

You wouldn’t have ever outgrown the nickname, would you?

You also alerted work that you’d be taking the day off for a ‘family emergency’ and considering your streak of perfect presences they didn’t seem all that annoyed, unlike Suguru when he woke up a few hours later, right as your arms were starting to cramp.

After a few moments to realize his surroundings and a swift tightening of his hold on your waist to bring you closer, he startled.

«Shit! I…what are you doing here?» you thought for a moment of the worst, when he added «… shouldn’t you be at work? Shit… I… don’t tell me that I kept you from going, I swear to fucking…».

«No worries, I wasn’t looking forward to working on Naoya’s car» you muttered lightly as this specific client never trusted you with his car due to being a woman, bringing forward a rain of gaslighting and mansplaining that didn’t make you eager to face him or his car «… feeling a bit better?».

Although not fully convinced, Suguru nodded lightly, yawning.

«Want to try to get out of bed for breakfast?» he shook his head, instead lightly turning to have you spoon him as he backed into your chest having you giggle «… alright, I am bringing you breakfast in bed, but what… what about a shower, then?».

«Please don’t get up» he immediately shot down your idea and hadn’t you been worried sick, you’d have found him impossibly cute «… and not really… I just… I truly don’t want to get out of bed».

«Understandable» you said gently as you could only guess that he had been overworking himself to his own core. The thought having you guilty as you should have noticed it before «… well, what if I make you a deal?».

He perked up, although he didn’t turn around not fully acknowledge the thought of getting out of bed.

«… what if… well, what if we stay here for an half an hour more and then… then you get in the shower while I cook breakfast and we eat it in bed?».

The whole set up seemed quite romantic although you tried not to think about it.

«Are you… suggesting I stink?» at that you lightly nosed into Suguru’s hair, as he weakly laughed and you felt the remble brush against your ribs.

«Smell of smoke» you did notice him smoking a few times outside of the house and you could only guess he’d do it especially when stressed «… and a shower might be good. Always gets me relaxed after work, especially as I do stink».

Working with oils and cars wasn’t certainly the cleanest of jobs, although you enjoyed it.

«I just…» you waited patiently for his next works, lightly rubbing your nose against the exposed skin of his neck as you had noticed that Suguru seemed to enjoy it, relaxing the tension of his shoulders «… have this… fear that I’ll crumble. That everything will go to shit if I leave the bed».

It felt so… desperate and suddenly you wanted to hug Suguru tight to yourself and gently tell him that you wouldn’t have let such a thing happen.

That you’d have held him up no matter what, no risk of crumbling in your arms.

Still, you were his boyfriend. You weren’t Satorou and it’d have been… thoroughly inappropriate.

«… it’s silly» Suguru filled the silence that your reflections had created and soon you sprung in action leaving behind your overthinking.

«No, no it isn’t… I… certain days I… feel the same… I mean… I don’t pretend that I can understand what you are going through, but it’s very much not silly» you promised softly to him «… and what if I… what if I stuck around to ensure that you won’t crumble? I… I am a mechanic, I am pretty good in fixing things before they crumble in pieces».

It felt cheesy and you cringed at your words once they left your mouth but you also felt the way that Suguru stalled softly in his thoughts, his mind becoming quiet as he eventually conceded:

«I’ll try the shower» well, that was far more than you’d have liked «… but… but can you stay in bed? Not go to make us breakfast».

Your stomach did protest at that, but you nodded softly.

The rest of the day was spent with Suguru constantly beside you, as you spent the morning in bed with you putting on a silly TV series to help you both shift your minds away from your negative thoughts.

He felt better in the afternoon when Gojo called over and he did insist that you stayed there, getting absolutely teased for your Lightning McQueen pajama.

He did eat a light lunch and you managed not to make him grade any papers but instead read a bit and especially drink every hour when you’d show up with a bottle or a cup.

The following day was better although you did take the whole week off your job, much to Suguru’s mortification although you insisted that holidays were overdue.

And you enjoyed your time spent cuddling and chatting.

After the initial awkwardness of you being unsure of his boundaries, you had grown quite comfortable with Suguru in the next two weeks that followed Gojo’s return.

Still, it startled that upon the white-haired man being back your budding relationship with Geto was stalled.

You hadn’t expected him to be so physical with you - especially when it was clearly platonic, no matter the lingering touches - but it seemed that upon Gojo’s comeback, he had retired from you, speaking only when necessary.

It felt awkward and you were a bit hurt: on one side you worried whether you had broken some boundary as you helped him recover and he might be reinstalling them or actively hurt.

On the other hand, you couldn’t help the slight feeling of having been used and then ditched once Geto’s true partner came back.

You did console a bit through work and Gojo, who had insisted to return the favor you had done him by taking you out to dinner at your favorite place on a night when Suguru was out with some uni buddies.

You had been startled when he had held your hand on the way there and flirted with you so openly to the point that by the end of the night you were red, although aware it was nothing but playful. Still, it was comforting to know that you had, at least, the friendship of one of your friends.

And maybe… something more.

You were, by now, well aware of the budding feelings towards your roommate and they were starting to be unsightly to say the least, with Gojo’s charm and Geto’s coldness.

It felt like being stuck between a hot rod and frigid water and you were starting not to enjoy such a situation, hence why when your friend, Murasaki, told you of a solution for a new apartment, you should have been delighted.

In all truth, you were only partly listening to what she was saying.

«… and it has a gym nearby and a garden… we did take the little shitter that Megumi got…» and suddenly realizing you weren’t listening to her she slightly snapped her fingers in your face «… hey! The lights are on but is anybody in the house?».

«Yeah, yeah» you promptly waved her off «… I heard you».

«My sister says that they are ready to sign you on the lease as soon as you want».

Well, that was… scary to think about, because although your whole situation with both Gojo and Geto had come to a head, you weren’t sure… whether you wanted to move away.

You blamed it on comfortability but still…

«… need time to think» you eventually stumbled out «… is it alright with your sister? I wouldn’t want to slow her or…».

«What is there to think?» your friend lightly protested «… you have been on the lookout for an apartment for a whole year and I thought that your settlement with those two was just temp… oh».

«Oh what?» you asked confused as your friend’s face opened in a smirk.

«You liiiikeeee them».

«Of course, I like them, they are my roommates» you tried to play dumb but your friend wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

«You know what I mean» she counterattacked, as you gave up and raised your hands.

«Either way, they are together and there isn’t much that I can do».

The thought of breaking apart those two for a selfish desire truly had your heart clenching, as you felt like they were perfect together and in all truth, you wouldn’t have known who to pursue if they had ever broken up.

Gojo and Geto came as a pair.

«I mean… they wouldn’t have to break up to be with you» your friend commented much to your confusion «… there’s such a thing as polyamory».

«And there’s such a thing as not even knowing whether they like me» you shouted back, finally releasing all your insecurities as you felt like you truly had no chance with either of them and their kindness for you was at first pity and now comfortability «… it’s just… it’s complex. One more reason why I should… get my head out of my ass and sign».

Murasaki must have caught the obvious discomfort on your face as she simply gently clutched one of your hands and smiled gently over the table.

«Take your time, alright?» she comforted you gently «… my sister can wait a week. If not more if you need to figure out stuff…».

«A week is enough» because if this whole situation went further than a week, you’d have definitely gone mad.

After the talk with Murasaki you had thought of taking a few good hours stuck in your room to reflect on how to move forward.

You wanted to examine the house better as you had heard static while talking with your friend and you needed to clear your mind. Desperately.

Still, right as you walked inside, you were shaken by laughter and all too soon in the kitchen you found Gojo and Geto chatting animatedly between themselves.

Although not enough for you to sneak in unnoticed.

«Back early?» Gojo called out while you distinctively noticed Geto’s slightly lowered brows as if not to raise your attention «… though you were having girls’ night».

«I am too old for that» you tried to humor the situation «… and it was just a coffee. A few updates needed to be exchanged».

«Anything interesting?» Gojo insisted noisily as Geto tried to hold him back.

«That’s none of your business, Gojo».

«Oh back to surname basis?».

«Actually…» it was a good idea to rip the bandaid as letting them know about the house would definitely have you feeling a bit better and more sure in your choice «… my friend … Murasaki… her sister is leaving her apartment and it’d be… well, it’s a nice apartment and I… well, I think I might have found another solution».

You had expected cheers at least a slight bit of happiness while a chilling silence fell between you and the boys.

And then after a swift exchange of looks, Gojo started up:

«I am telling her».

«No the fuck you are not, Satorou» Geto replied irritated, as he shot a slight look of concern to you «… you aren’t telling her shit at all».

«You aren’t the boss of me, Suguru» Gojo said with a bite as his eyes turned to focus upon you, who was growing more and more confused by the second.

«Well, I am about to be the fucking death of you, Satorou».

«What… what is going on?» you couldn’t help but mutter, definitely feeling uneasy at their fighting scene, especially as you seemed to be the main cause «… please guys, don’t… don’t fight… I am sure that…».

«Suguru likes you»

Well, that was the last thing that you ever expected to be told from Gojo, as the black haired man didn’t immediately register the words but when he did he shifted his attention swiftly from you onto his boyfriend with a betrayed look.

And then his gaze became devilish.

«And fucking Toru over her has a crush on you as well».

Well, that was certainly the last thing that you expected.

And you suddenly felt faint.

«I need to sit».

All too soon you were propped on a chair, guided by a soft hand while a calloused one offered you a glass of water that you declined.

«I don’t need to drink anything. I need a hearing check» you muttered grumpily startled by the giggles that followed your words «… did you… did you say that? Did I hear you right?».

The two exchanged a look and you thought for a moment that you had either not heard them right. Or they’d be denying it. Which would be within their right, although you don’t think that you’d have survived such a notion.

Thankfully, Geto spared the two of you as he nodded before adding.

«Satorou wasn’t meant to spur it onto you» well, that’d have been… better.

A bit chiller.

«… please forgive the asshole».

«She wants to ditch us, babe, I was just doing damage control» Gojo shot back sickly sweet as he sent a slithering smirk on Geto’s way before turning to you «… thought you should know, sweetie».

And finally it hit your brain that what you had heard was true and right.

They both liked you.

«Shit» you hissed through your breath, as Suguru tried to push the water glass towards you while Gojo gently rubbed comforting circles on your back, through the skin that wasn’t touched by the chair «… I… I am sorry. I… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to break you apart or… shit, I am a fucking homewrecker!».

Again that awkward silence, which was stilled by a laughing outbreak coming from Gojo.

Of course, he couldn’t be serious in such a terrible moment as you realized the essence of your actions although you had yet to know how two gorgeous hot guys had fallen for you.

Or better, they liked you.

«I’ll move away as soon as possible, I… I am again… sorry I swear to God I didn’t mean to…».

«Hey, hey!» the hand on your back rubbing circles, stopped suddenly as you took a sharp intake of breath, aiming to calm yourself down «… breath, sweetheart, breath. In and out».

You followed the suggestion promptly and it did ease you up a bit, not to see dark anymore as you looked up at the two men, probably a bad idea as the sight was dizzying with the two looking worriedly at you.

«… when you are ready we can talk about it, alright?» exactly what you had hoped not to do, you thought, readying yourself for what was to happen «… take all the time you need and…».

«You both like me» you dumped down, repeating the obvious «… and I… you don’t want me to… move apartments? Why?».

«Because we both like you» Gojo told you as if it wasn’t obvious and at your disgruntled sight he went onto adding «… you are worse than Suguru over here who got into his head since you comforted him, when he realized he liked you».

Suguru refused to meet your gaze at such a confession as you turned your head towards him in utter startelement and disbelief.

Although it did make sense: he had pushed back for a specific reason and it hadn’t been because you had crossed any boundary but because he had.

«… not everybody can be as insisting and annoying as you, Satorou» he simply retorted «… excuse me for actually wanting to be decent».

«Literally not going to lie but I’d have liked Gojo’s whole behavior, because I was thinking that I had ruined our relationship» you blurted out turning slightly to Geto «… not that we have a relationship. A platonic one and…».

«Would you like a non-platonic relationship?».

Of course, Gojo had to ruin this.

«Alright I take it back…».

You went to say but Gojo lightly pinched one of your shoulder blades, getting Geto to stomp on his foot as you hissed at the pinch.

«Be nice or she won’t give us a chance!».

«At least I am doing something, Mr. ‘Wait-Till-We-Are-Sure’!».

«Can’t blame me for wanting to take things slow!».

«And boring! You forgot to mention taking things slow and boring!».

«Hey!» you called out again their attention as they had the good idea to appear ashamed at their outburst «… I still don’t understand shit, so don’t scream at each other. Fucking explain me».

«She’s hot when she’s assertive» oh God, you were already regretting this.

«Why aren’t you throwing me out if I destroyed your relationship?» you went to question.

«Why are you so dramatic?» being said by Gojo felt almost humorous «… you didn’t destroy anything. Aside from Sugu's balls, by the way».

«Satorou…» it was a low threat, although it had your cheeks lightly heated.

«Long story short: we both realized we were into you» Gojo went on ignoring his boyfriend «… and it wasn’t a simple crush, especially considering that we both seem to feel the same for you. And it’s an identical feeling to what we feel for each other».

Well, if that was unexpected.

«We like you. Genuinely and we’d like to pursue a relationship with you» Gojo went on straight to the point «… or at least that’s what Suguboo right there would say».

«… stop stealing my words» Suguru said through gritted teeth, before turning to you bashfully «… yeah, I… we… were trying to find a … better way to break it to you. To sound whether you’d be interested, which… you don’t have to be…».

«But it’d be kind of … you know… awkward if you weren’t» Gojo added much to your and Geto’s annoyance, who were trying to keep this moment as serious as ever.

Especially as you were definitely feeling a bit overwhelmed: you had come home with the intention to tell them you’d be moving soon and then now you knew they botched liked you. And they wanted a relationship with you.

It should have thrilled you, instead, you felt a dread: what if… what if things didn’t work out? What if it was a mess?

Never aside that moment you realized what Geto said about suddenly crumbling to pieces.

«You don’t have to… please ignore, Satorou, I just…» Geto’s voice took you aback «… I also would like to … apologize for how I behaved after… you know. I just… I just got worried and a bit self-conscious and I… well, I am sorry and yeah, you don’t have to…».

«Is it … is it alright if I think it over?».

It just felt too good to be true and you needed - desperately - to find the catch.

Never in your life had you been the focus of two men.

And what men were they.

Satorou with his confident and cocky arrogance but a warm gooey heart and Suguru’s tension and gentle strength.

They were far too much for you.

«Of course!» Suguru immediately answered as his own hand went to your shoulder comfortably «… all the time in the world».

«I’ll go to Yu’s house tonight, alright?».

It did feel a bit like running away but you needed it, although you did notice the slight dim in their encouraging gaze, especially as Satorou lightly huffed before assuming again his confident stance.

«Alright» Geto murmured tight-lipped but let your shoulder go and you were off for the stairs with your heart beating so fast that you didn’t know what was louder: the thumping of your feet or your heart.

You quickly packed an overnight bag shooting a message to Yu that you’d be soon at his house.

As you went downstairs, you found that the humorous laughter of when you had come inside had been squashed into a more hushed talk and when you stopped to say ‘hello’ they regarded you both tired and sad, with Geto gently kissing your forehead as a ‘goodbye’ of sorts, probably the first touch that wasn’t accidental in weeks.

“Send us a message when you arrive, alright? Don’t keep your boys up with worry” Gojo instead had teased although with his usual charm, smirking as you nodded shyly.

In the car you ditched your bag in the back and then locked yourself inside, with your hands already gripping the steering wheel tightly.

And it hit you: your crushes both corresponded to you.

It wouldn’t have ruined their relationship as you’d be simply added to their dynamics. It was the best of possible endings so why did it scare you so much?

“Because what if a day they wake up and realize that they don’t want me anymore” which felt a bit insulting to them but also spoke greatly of what motivated your honest reaction: you felt insecure.

Still, you couldn’t let insecurity dictate your life.

What if everything went bad?

What if everything went good?

At the risk of sounding as a manifestation Pinterest board, you took a deep breath and swiftly pulled on the car handle to turn around swiftly and get back in the house much to the startle of the two men who immediately came to threshold to greet you.

«Did you… forg…?».

«… was anything wr…?».

«I want to be in a relationship with you» you confessed as they immediately shut up «… and I am a bit scared. Sorry for running away and all, I just… it’s scary, alright? I never was… it never was like that easy for me with relationships. I… I was a late bloomer and this is… overwhelming».

They seemed taken aback, not even Gojo speaking with his usual chagrin.

«Still… I… if I didn’t ruin anything with the apartment and by saying I’d do to Yu’s…».

«You can’t ruin anything not even if you stepped on mine and Satorou’s heart» well, that was strangely graphic and having you flustered «… it’s… I get it, my first instinct was to run…».

«Had to stop him by the hair» Gojo sufficed a bit more relaxed than before.

«… but yeah… you can take all the time and you shouldn’t feel guilty…».

«I don’t and I don’t need time» you muttered flustered although seriously as you switched from looking to Satorou and then Suguru «… if you still want me…».

«Don’t ever doubt us that we don’t want you» Gojo was quick to shut you up as his arms wrapped around you comfortably «… we wanted you from the first moment that we saw you in our house. You fit perfectly so please don’t move away».

«Not at least till Satorou’s name is on the lease and we have free rent» Geto sufficed more relaxedly having you giggle as he squashed you and Gojo in his arm.

«You just want me for my money!»

«What else is there, babe?».

And giggling at the absolute buffoonery of your partners, you couldn’t help but think that after all your mother had been right: it might have taken a bit of time for true love to hit you in the face, to meet your ideal match.

After all, it was two of them!

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