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belovedmusings · 4 months

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Tell me where we are in a fallen star.

Choso Kamo X You X Suguru Geto

Explicit Themes (🚫Minors DNI🚫)

Part five of the 'Two + One' story. Click for story masterlist.

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and now you have to deal with the aftermath of his drunken confession to want to have kids with you. The only thing is, last night you almost hooked up with his bandmate, bassist and frontman, Suguru Geto. Choso doesn't know, and you're not sure that you want him to. You rejected Suguru and he's in the past now...right?

Relevant tags: sexual tension, thoughts of infidelity, characters with loose morals, sweetheart Choso, smooth-operator Suguru, slow burn, no "y/n" for immersion, reader has no defining characteristics for inclusivity, mild grinding and groping, reader referred to as 'girlfriend'

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: Violet Crazy (DPR Ian), Burning Desire (Lana Del Rey), Glory Box (Portishead)

A/N: I got waaay too busy at the end of the year so apologies for the delayed update but we're back!! enjoy! (no smut but lots of spicy thoughts and imagery ahead)

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You don’t leave your bedroom until Choso has left with Suguru to take him back to his car the next morning. To avoid what would surely be an awkward ‘goodbye’ with the bassist, you simply got in the shower and told Choso not to wait for you. Now, you’re dressed for the day and the apartment is empty.

You look at the stereo that Suguru had played music from last night before you two had danced and almost kissed. It brings butterflies to your stomach and a grimace to your face.

Sighing, you walk into the kitchen and start making yourself breakfast. While you do, you think about how you’re going to talk to Choso.

The whole ‘having kids’ thing he drunkenly brought up last night is still weighing heavy on you. It’s not like you ever were opposed to kids, but right now? It seems too soon. Would that hurt Choso? Or would he even remember that he said all of that?

And then there’s the matter of having almost let Suguru kiss you last night. It seems like everytime he gets close to you, he can’t help but try to cross that line. The worst part is, everytime he pushes and prods, your own resolve weakens.

You run on autopilot through the morning until Choso returns to find you sitting in the living room, half-ass watching your way through one of your favorite comfort shows on the television before you.

“Hey,” He greets softly, locking the door and kicking off his shoes before joining you. His arm winds behind your shoulders intuitively, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “It was weird waking up at a different time than you today. I feel off-kilter.”

The words make your heart flutter. His days are so centered around you that one small disturbance does that much to him?

A pang hits your chest. That just makes what happened last night all the more incriminating. You sigh heavily, fixing him with a fond smile, a tinge of apologeticness in your eyes as you peck his lips.

“It was weird, huh?” You say, laying a hand on his before speaking again. You suppose now is the best time to bring up his words from the night before. “Chos’, do you remember anything you said last night?”

“I…I sort of remember, but details are kind of blurry,” Choso admits, “I think I cried and told you I loved you? I don’t recall much more than that. I hope I didn’t say anything hurtful or do anything to you.”

“No, no of course not,” You say immediately. “It’s just…you said…you said you wanted kids with me. Umm…now, specifically.”

His eyes widen a fraction, and in that small pause, you realize there may have been more truth to his suggestion than you’d previously thought.

“Um,” He says quietly, “What did…what did you say when I said that?”

“I told you we haven’t discussed it before. That we’d talk sober…” you gauge his reaction carefully. He nods stiffly, swallowing thickly.

“…do you…actually want that?” You question after a moment of silence. “I’m not upset either way, Choso, but…I want your honest answer. Do you want kids with me? Now?”

Your boyfriend flounders for a moment, his dark eyes darting from you to the television, to his hands, to you, and down to his hands again as he shifts beside you.

“I…well, I…to be honest, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now…”

You take a breath as it processes. “Yeah? What…what exactly have you been thinking about, in terms of kids?”

“Well, I like the idea of us having a baby together,” Choso says softly, a tender expression on his face. “I’m in love with you, and I never see myself with anyone else. Don’t you want to start putting down roots of our own?”

His hands grab yours, making your heart rate spike. He seems to be serious about this.

“Wait…Choso, you really want a baby?”

He nods. “We’re financially stable and we love each other, what more could we need? We could make a happy home together.”

You have to work hard to stay rational. It’s hard to when your boyfriend is saying such sweet things to you, but you can’t ignore the facts tugging at your psyche.

“Baby,” you begin gently, “I…I am so happy that you want that with me. But I want to be honest too. I haven’t really given kids much thought, and you’re about to get a lot busier with Curse Manipulator. If we had a baby now, I’d be home alone a lot taking care of them alone. You’d be busy with recordings, shows, tours…I don’t know if we’re at a point where we can have a family yet.”

He considers this for a moment before nodding. “You’re right…I don’t want to be an absent father. Neither you nor any of our future kids deserve that. And I also want you with me when we start traveling…I guess I got carried away last night.”

You smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “We can always decide to have kids when we both feel ready, later on. To be fair, you do avoid alcohol because it makes you really emotional. I don’t fault you.”

Your boyfriend laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess I really shouldn’t drink. Sorry you had to deal with me—I felt so bad Suguru had to lug me up the stairs and sleep on our couch this morning, too.”

At the mention of Suguru, you can’t help the warm wave of nerves that tugs at your stomach. The memories of last night swarm your head, and guilt rises up once more.

But you can’t tell him. It would ruin more than it would help—yes, you know that part of this is just making excuses to save your own ass, but telling Choso how you and Suguru feel about each other will only ruin his career and the band as well. You decided last night that you won’t see Suguru anymore. So, it’s water under the bridge now. You’ve stopped it from rising, and no one will drown as a result.

For a neutral response, you shrug and say, “He wasn’t troubled by it. Didn’t seem annoyed or anything.”

“Good,” He sighs, leaning back on the couch. “He’s a really nice guy. Really kind to you, too. That makes me like him more.”

You don’t know if ‘kind’ is the right word to describe how Suguru acts with you. ‘Tempting’, ‘confounding’, or ‘frustrating’ are more like it. Choso has no idea how Suguru makes you feel, nor about just how much you’ve betrayed his trust for the bassist. Sure, physically you haven’t exactly slept with Suguru, but the moments you two have shared, the words between you, the glances exchanged, the touches given and received…it’s still intimacy.

Honestly, now that you’re thinking about it, your mind is still reeling from the kiss you almost had last night.

So many possibilities had stood on that precipice; how would his lips have felt? How would he have tasted? Would he have pulled you closer? Would you have stopped there, or kept going? How far would the two of you have taken it? All the way? And if you did, what would that have been like? Wild and passionate? Hard and fast? Or slow and taunting? What would he have done to further deteriorate your sanity? Would it have been a one-night stand or would you two have turned it into an affair?

Your mind is racing. Each question stirs up another. You will never know, because he is not yours.

Why does your heart sink at that thought?

You denied him friendship out of a burst of self-control—and denied yourself his affection as well. Self-deception is futile; you know you crave him. Like an addict admitted to rehab, you’ve cut off your supply abruptly, and now it seems like the withdrawals are setting in.

It feels like a breakup. The potential between you two will stay as potential, for the rest of your lives. That is entirely unfair. You see your life with Choso, and you want him by your side forever…

But why do you want Suguru there, not instead, but as well?

___

Two months have passed since that night after the concert. You and Choso are operating smoothly as normal, and he’s successful as ever with Curse Manipulator.

You haven’t spoken to Suguru at all, nor have you seen him.

Time should have made thinking about him easier, but even after all of these weeks, he’s still on your mind constantly. You miss hearing his voice, seeing his face, feeling his touch. It makes you feel crazy, because you’re still so in love with Choso, yet still infatuated with Suguru at the same time.

Was it the right decision to decline his friendship? You aren’t doing any better than if he was around. The fantasies about him haven’t stopped, and sometimes you dream of him.

On a day where Choso is at one of his brother’s houses hanging out, you’re left to your own devices in the apartment. To avoid going stir-crazy, you decide to just do the week’s grocery shopping. It’s five in the evening and maybe not the best time to go, but you keep spiraling over thoughts of Suguru, so you need the distraction.

The trip is going mundanely, your list amost completed when you’re pulled away from your focus.

“Excuse me. I wanted to tell you that you’re really pretty.”

Your eyes flit away from the shelf of canned goods to land on the stranger, a short man with an eager smile on his face.

“Uh…thanks,” is your reply, unsure what to do.

“You got anyone icing that cake of yours?”

The comment is so out of pocket that you just stare, stunned that someone would actually say that out loud.

“Uh—”

“Sorry I took so long, honey. I couldn’t find the tea you asked for.”

A strong arm wraps around your shoulder, the voice of a familiar man registering in your ear. It’s a straight shock to your heart, and you suck in a breath as you turn your head, eyes landing on Suguru’s tight smile, aimed at the strange man that had been hitting on you. Your heart about jumps into your throat. It’s him.

A flood of emotions swarm you, making your knees go weak.

Play along, your instinct tells you, so you obey.

“Oh, that’s okay…babe,” the word feels strange as a label for your boyfriend’s bandmate.

“Is this guy bothering you?” He asks. You glance at the guy, who now looks uncomfortable. Serves the bastard right.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want with my girlfriend?” Suguru questions the man, who raises his hands in defense.

“Look, man, I didn’t know she was—”

“That shouldn’t matter, right? Whether she was taken or not. She’s not interested,” his tone is firm, and the other man just nods, backing away.

“Yeah, yeah—okay. Sorry.”

He turns on his heel and leaves swiftly, finally allowing you to breathe.

Well…sort of.

“Are you okay?” Asks Suguru, his arm sliding off of your shoulder. You will yourself not to react to the touch as you steel yourself.

“Yeah, I’m good. Uh…thanks, Suguru,” you reply, trying to keep your voice even. You feel jumpy and full of unbridled adrenaline. Where did he come from? “How are you here?”

He chuckles at your bluntness. “Well, the grocery store I usually go to is out of Larue’s favorite tea, so I had to come over here instead.”

“Oh…”

His eyes don’t leave yours, and you can’t look away. He’s even more beautiful than you remember.

“Long time no see,” He smiles half-heartedly, trying for nonchalant, then sighs and cuts the act. “Look, I don’t like the way…we parted last time. I’m sorry for overstepping. I…I’ve really missed you, to be honest.”

So, he feels the same? It’s completely mutual. God, that notion has ‘disaster’ written all over it. But you can’t lie to him. You’ve been deprived for too long.

“I…I missed you too.”

Relief flashes through his eyes. “Listen, I don’t want to never see you again. We can be honest about our feelings without making any mistakes, we’re mature adults.”

You look at him for a moment, taking his words into consideration. You want to agree, and at this point, you know that being away from him won’t solve your problem. You like him, and as he said, the two of you should just accept it without acting on it. Maybe then, the flames of desire will calm to mere embers. You’re willing to try it, anyway.

“Yeah…you’re right. We should have a real conversation about this, shouldn’t we?”

He nods. “Why don’t we finish up shopping here first? I doubt the can aisle is where you want to have this discussion.”

You laugh softly at the quip, nodding. “Okay. I have to get my stuff home to the fridge—we can go there. Choso’s with his brothers right now anyway. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah,” comes his reply, holding up the pack of tea in his hand. “This is all I have, so that’s no problem.”

“Okay,” you nod, grabbing the last item on your list. “Let’s checkout then.”

It’s strange; you never thought you’d be at a grocery store with Suguru. But there you are, paying for your items, probably presenting to all of the strangers around as a couple. It’s domestic, and it makes you feel weird—you don’t hate it. What does that mean?

Especially when he makes a point to carry the bags out to your car for you even though he’s parked somewhere else. It flusters you, but by some miracle, you manage to agree to lead him back to your place since he’s never driven to it from the grocery store.

He follows you in his own car, anticipation filling your veins the closer you get. You’ll be home alone with him, truly this time.

It will be the ultimate test of self-control.

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ghostbeam · 2 years

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i’m bright baby blue falling into you | Gojo Satoru

“Just…feels impossible that you’ve been this close and I never noticed.” He says. “I’m kind of kicking myself over it.”

“Over not noticing me?” You giggle. “What’s so special about me?”

You don’t ask expecting an answer. The alcohol in your system loosens you up, helps you speak your mind in ways you would while sober. But he answers anyway.

“Well, for starters,” He begins, moving his thumb over your cheek, “you make me–uh–kinda nervous.”

“Nervous? You get nervous?” You question, your eyes wide with surprise.

“Hard to believe, right?” He grins, “It’s a good kind of nervous. I haven’t felt it before, but I like it.”

notes: I’ve been working on this for weeks now and I’m still not entirely sure if I like it, but I cannot physically work on it anymore. So here it is! (title from favorite color by Carly rae Jepsen)

warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, explicit content, fluff, angst, smut, college au, Gojo and Geto are home from college, Gojo picks reader up, ambiguous/open ending

words: 6.5k

News of their arrival spread quickly. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, resident golden boys in the seaside town you grew up in, had materialized seemingly overnight to the gossiping members of your small town.

You, however, had been woken up in the middle of the night to deafening bass traveling down your street and pulling into the vacant house across the street.

You watch the boys jump out of Geto’s obnoxiously large Jeep, peaking your head through your blinds as they stumble to the door, their laughter echoing in the street. The sight of Gojo’s ivory hair in the moonlight has your breath caught in your throat.

You couldn’t fall asleep after that.

…

“Hello! Are you listening?” You’re broken from your trance as Utahime’s fingers fall into your line of sight, manicured nails snapping in front of your face as she catches your attention. “You weren’t!”

“Sorry, what did you say?” You question, because there’s no point in pretending to know what she was talking about. You stand behind the bar of the diner, bodies moving around you as they deal with the lunch rush. You fill cups up at the soda fountain as she speaks.

“I said,” She begins, dragging the word out in a snide manner, “that idiot just walked in.”

You almost spill the drink in your hand at her words. There was only one man Utahime reserved this particular tone of voice for.

You turn around to watch the men walk through the diner, Gojo in a white billowy shirt and his signature round sunglasses. He waves and greets the people he recognizes, followed by Geto, hands shoved in his pockets and his hair in a loose bun on his head. Their hair is damp and a little sandy from the ocean, skin slightly tanned from their time in the sun. They’re beautiful, and everyone knows it from the way they can’t keep their eyes off them.

When Gojo turns around, lowers his glasses, and sets his eyes on you, he speaks, “Can we sit anywhere?”

You nod your head quickly, not trusting your voice to come out stable. Gojo looks you up and down, notices the way you play with the bracelet on your left wrist and avert your eyes as quickly as you can. He chuckles softly and mutters a thank you before leading Geto to a booth. You let out a sigh of relief as Utahime hits the back of her hand against your arm.

“No. No, no, no.” She shakes her head at you, “Please tell me you don’t still have that stupid crush on him.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you.” You shrug, placing the sodas you were filling on a tray and set them down at the table you were waiting on. When you make your way back to her, she stops you.

“But it’s Gojo.” She shivers, “You only like him cause you don’t know him.”

You shrug your shoulders. She’s probably right. You had only ever talked to him in passing in high school, the two of you sharing a few of the same classes and mutual friends. You knew practically nothing about him, but you were just as mesmerized by him as everyone else was, and not even a few years of distance had been able to change that.

The next couple of weeks, the boys were everywhere. They came into the dinner, they went on jogs in the morning past your house, they blasted loud music as they drove down the streets of your small town.

You don’t remember them ever being this unavoidable. And it didn’t help that their favorite table in the dinner was a booth in your section, one that you forced Utahime to take every time they came in.

However, tonight, there was no avoiding Gojo as he saunters through the door of the diner and plops down at the counter, a sigh escaping his lips. You and a few other girls are working, but the diner is practically empty, save for a few stragglers here and there. And since you’re the only one working the counter, you have to take his order.

“Can I get a–uh–slice of cherry pie?” He asks as you write the order down, “Oh! With a scoop of ice cream on top.”

“Sure.” You nod, smiling at him, before moving to the kitchen to make his dessert. You try to calm your heartbeat down as you scoop vanilla ice cream onto his heated pie.

Gojo sits at the counter, his head in one hand and his sunglasses on the counter beside him. He seems distant, his eyes focused on the coffee machine behind the counter, something clearly on his mind.

“Are you, um, are you okay?” You question, setting his pie down in front of him. Bright baby blues flicker up to you, a smile stretched across his face, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m good, sweetheart.” He tells you. You look at him, eyes suspicious as you scan his face. Gojo doesn’t know how you know, but you see right through him. “Don’t believe me?”

“Not at all.” You shake your head with a chuckle, “But you don’t have to tell me. I was just…”

“You were just…” He teases with a grin.

“Being nosy.” You admit, lowering your head in mock shame.

“Ah, it’s alright.” He waves his hand in front of him, picking his fork up and digging into his pie.

“In my defense, you weren’t hiding it all that well.” You tell him with a shrug. His eyes flicker up to you, and he raises his eyebrow. You think he might tell you off, reprimand you for putting your nose in places it doesn’t belong, but instead he laughs.

“Do you wanna sit with me?”

“I’m working.” You tell him, but it’s not really an excuse. He turns to look at the diner, completely vacant now as you’re approaching closing.

“C’mon.” He says, urging you towards him with a tilt of his chin. You think it over for a moment, before nodding your head at him.

“Alright.” You accept, making your way around the counter to sit with him. You take a seat in the stool next to him. He pushes his pie your way, an extra fork in his hand, questioning if you’d like to share, but you decline. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

“How do you know something happened?” He deflects, taking a bite of his pie, the ice cream on top already melting into a puddle on top of the dessert.

“Did you ask me to sit with you just to mess with me?” You raise an eyebrow. He looks at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he moves closer to you.

“Is that such a bad thing?” He counters, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment. You back up, stumbling off the stool.

“If you’re just gonna–” You begin, but he cuts you off.

“I got stood up.” He says. You look at him, his head resting in the palm of his hand as he stares at you. He doesn’t look sad, doesn’t even look particularly upset, not anything like he did when he entered the diner. You pause.

“Someone stood you up?” You ask.

“Yep.” He shrugs.

“Someone stood you up?” You question again in disbelief.

“What do you mean, me?” He chuckles. You look down at your shoes before looking up at him again.

“Well, you know.” You shrug. He’s Gojo Satoru. He’s not someone you stand up. He grins.

“Tell me.”

“You’re fishing.” You huff, sitting down in the stool again. He laughs, throwing his head back. You cross your arms and sit them on the counter, turning away from him.

“Aw, c’mon sweetheart. ‘M just teasing.” He coos, placing a finger underneath your chin and turning your face to look at him. Startled by your sudden closeness and his foreign affection, you clear your throat, pulling your chin from his hand. “How’d you know who I am?”

“Everyone knows who you are.” You tell him.

“Yeah, but how do you know?”

“Well, we–uh–we went to high school together.” You explain. You watch Gojo’s eyes widen at your words.

“Are you sure?” He asks, and you nod. “No. No way I’d forget a pretty girl like you.”

You turn away from him then, flustered at his words. A smile creeps upon your lips that you don’t want him to see.

“Did I know you? Did we talk?” He asks you, leaning forward again. One thing you’ve learned about Gojo in the short encounter you’ve had with him is that he doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. You wish it bothered you more.

“No.” You shake your head, even though you had talked multiple times before. You had a mutual friend in Utahime, and you had considered Shoko a friend back in high school, too. Gojo wasn’t even really an acquaintance, but he had spoken to you a few times during your years in school, but you don’t want to make him feel worse than he already does.

“Oh,” He sighs, placing a hand over his chest, “good. Could you imagine? What an asshole.”

You giggle, a hand covering your mouth over a joke that only you understand. He smiles at you, flicking your forehead. “Are you busy this weekend?”

“I work Friday.” You tell him, your heart pounding in your chest over the question.

“Suguru’s throwing a party on Saturday.” He tells you, standing from his stool and fishing for a few dollars in his wallet. You hadn’t noticed before, but his plate is clean, and you can’t recall seeing him finish it. “You should come. You can bring Utahime. I know she works with you.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You shake your head, “I’m not really a fan of parties. I get weird around crowds.”

It was half true. You were weird around crowds, but the truth was, you had never been to a party. With a lack of close friends in high school, and the tragedy that was your parents’ deaths after high school, you hadn’t had any time to experience much of anything. There was no way your first party would be one that Gojo Satoru invited you to.

“C’mon. It’ll be fun.” He pleads. “Promise I’ll take good care of you.”

“Maybe.” You shrug, though you have no intention of showing up. He grins, leaving a few bills on the counter, before turning to leave the diner.

“Then I’ll see you this weekend!” He calls, walking backwards and pushing the door open with his hip.

“I said maybe!” You tell him, but he waves you off, and he’s gone in an instant.

That night, as you look across the street, you know that you are without a doubt ending up at that party.

…

You walk into the party, hand in hand, with Utahime to ensure neither of you would get lost as you arrive. Heavy bass floods the speakers, the music loud enough to feel the vibration in your chest. Utahime leads you through the crowd, weaving your bodies in between free space. You watch her turn to you, rolling her eyes and yelling something, but you can’t hear her over the music.

She stops in front of you, and you have to catch yourself before you run into the back of her. Peaking over her shoulder, you spot the object of her annoyance.

Gojo stands behind a ping pong table, the small white ball in his hand and a pretty girl on his arm. You try to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach at the sight of them, but you can’t help but be a little jealous. You feel Utahime tug on your arm and pull you with her, but not before you catch Gojo’s eyes from behind his signature frames.

You follow Utahime to the kitchen, where she makes the two of you a drink. She’s ranting about something you aren’t paying attention to as she pours vodka into a plastic cup. You mentally kick yourself for getting your hopes up. Gojo was just lonely and sad the night he came into the diner. He wasn’t actually interested in you.

Utahime turns to you, handing you the cup, and you watch her face contort into indignation as she looks over your shoulder. “What do you want?”

“What? Can’t I say hi?” His voice startles you, makes you jump from how close he is. You turn around to look at him, his face just inches from yours, causing you to back away. He smiles, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You say sheepishly, though you aren’t sure if he hears it due to the music in the room. He at least reads the words on your lips as his smile grows wider.

“Leave her alone.” Utahime takes your wrist in her hand and pulls you to her side. “Didn’t Shoko come into town today? Where is she?”

“Dunno.” He shrugs, his voice raised above the music, “Probably outside.”

“Come on.” She turns to you, interlocking your fingers and pulling you past Gojo. You turn to say goodbye, but he takes your other hand and pulls you back, strong enough to pull you away from Utahime and into him.

“You go.” Gojo tells her, “She can stay.”

You aren’t sure how you feel about Gojo making that decision for you, but his hands are on your hips, and his voice is in your ear, and you aren’t sure you even care anymore.

“She doesn’t want to stay with you.” Utahime sets her hands on her hips, eyes flickering between the two of you.

“Don’t you?” He asks, looking down at you. You look between the two of them. Utahime eyes you expectantly, but you shrug your shoulders.

“I’ll catch up later.” You yell over the music. She gives you a mock look of betrayal before turning and leaving the two of you in the kitchen. You know she’s not actually mad at you, having known about your crush on Gojo for years, but you do feel a little bad for ditching your friend over some guy.

“I can’t believe you’re friends with her.” He chuckles from behind you. You turn around in his arms and frown at him.

“I like her!” You defend. Utahime had her moments, but she was your friend. She stuck by you when you needed her to, and she never made you feel bad about not getting out of town when you had the chance.

“She’s uptight.” He tells you, leaning down to your height.

“So am I.” You speak, crossing your arms over your chest. He grins, shaking his head at you.

“You’re not.” He says, “You think you are, but you aren’t. There’s more to it than that.”

“You don’t even know me.” You tell him, feeling uneasy at how easily he reads you.

“I’d like to, though.” He shrugs, “Will you let me?”

You aren’t sure how you feel about that question. Could you ever really let him in? You’d never done it before, and you aren’t sure that Gojo Satoru is the best person to start with. But you let him drag you to the beer pong table, and you let him hold you in his arms, and you let him pull you onto the dance floor. You even let him pull you out the door to take you home.

With his hand in yours, Gojo pulls you towards Geto’s Jeep, and you giggle, tugging on his arm. He turns to look at you, and you shake your head at him.

“Walk me home.” You say, nodding your head in the direction of your house across the street. You watch him turn to your house, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before landing on you.

“That’s your house?” He asks. You nod and pull him with you across the street. Gojo drags his feet behind you, his thoughts going a mile a minute. “You live across from my best friend? Have you always lived here?”

“Yep.” You nod. “Lived here my whole life.”

“You’ve lived here your whole life, and I’ve never once seen you before?” He stops the two of you in the middle of the street, his hands on your upper arms, holding you in place. You let out a giggle at his surprise. His hands move from your arms, running up your neck and cradling your face. “That’s…impossible.”

“Why’s it impossible?” You question, leaning closer to him. Gojo’s breath catches in his throat, suddenly feeling timid. With your bright eyes on him, he can feel his heart beating in his chest, aware of the way it pounds when you’re near.

“Just…feels impossible that you’ve been this close and I never noticed.” He says. “I’m kind of kicking myself over it.”

“Over not noticing me?” You giggle. “What’s so special about me?”

You don’t ask expecting an answer. The alcohol in your system loosens you up, helps you speak your mind in ways you would while sober. But he answers anyway.

“Well, for starters,” He begins, moving his thumb over your cheek, “you make me–uh–kinda nervous.”

“Nervous? You get nervous?” You question, your eyes wide with surprise.

“Hard to believe, right?” He grins, “It’s a good kind of nervous. I haven’t felt it before, but I like it.”

You smile at his words, taking a small step towards him. You aren’t normally so bold, and you aren’t sure you would have made the first move in any other situation, but Gojo makes you feel brave. You lean forward, eyeing his lips before flicking back up to his crystal eyes.

“Can I-” You begin, but Gojo’s lips cut you off. An arm curls around your waist, pulling you into him as his lips move against yours. His lips are soft, and his hand is gentle where it cups your face. You rest your hands on his shoulders, unsure what to do with them as you let him lead the kiss. He pulls away with a smile, pecking your lips once more before pulling away completely.

“Don’t ask next time.” He breathes. His forehead rests against yours, and you’d roll your eyes at him if you could do anything but think about the kiss.

Gojo watches you walk away from him, making your way to your front door. When you turn around and give him a timid wave after unlocking your door, he feels his heart swell. The feelings you invoke in him are unfamiliar, but he doesn’t want to dwell on it. All he knows is that he’s happy around you, and that’s enough for now.

…

Summer with Gojo Satoru is early mornings on the beach as you watch him surf while the sun rises. It’s late nights at the diner where he eats his slice of cherry pie and waits for you to get off. It’s horror movies at the drive in and candy passed between tongues. It’s days spent in your room, wrapped up in one another, hidden from the rest of the world.

He sits with you on your couch, one arm thrown over your shoulders and holding you close to him as the two of you watch some reality show. He makes jokes here and there, watches the show like it’s a sports game instead of a dating competition.

After an episode ends, he presses a kiss to you temple and then speaks, “It’s Shoko’s last week here.”

Shoko came to town later than the boys, and she had to leave early. While the two of them had a few more weeks left, she had to go back to school for early-start classes. You nod against his chest.

“Are you guys gonna do something before she goes?” You ask him, moving your head to look up at him.

“We wanna have a beach day tomorrow.” He tells you. “She’s been busy, hasn’t had time to relax.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun.” You smile, turning your attention back to the tv where a new episode has started.

“Do you wanna come with us?” He asks you.

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna intrude.” You shake your head. Satoru sighs beside you.

“You’re not intruding. I want you there.” He moves your head with a large hand on your scalp so that you're looking up at him again.

You know that it’s nice of him to ask, but you like that it’s been a summer of just the two of you. You liked Geto and Shoko, in fact, you considered Shoko a friend, but you were selfish. You liked having Satoru all to yourself.

“Are you sure?” You ask him, hoping that he’d change his mind, notice your hesitance and tell you that you don’t have to go. Instead he grins at you and pulls you closer, I’m sure, baby falling from his lips as he kisses you.

And that’s how you end up on the beach in the heat of the day, lying on a towel next to Shoko while the boys play a very competitive game of volleyball. Satoru looks like a god as he moves over the sand. The sun shines down onto him, catching on his pearlescent hair and his chiseled abs. You try not to ogle him as he plays, but it’s proving to be a challenge when he looks as good as he does.

Shoko smokes a cigarette beside you, large sunglasses and a straw hat on her head as she looks out at the waves. You’ve always found Shoko so effortlessly cool, someone you had been nervous around before getting to know her. She was a good friend, someone you knew you could rely on if you needed to.

Sitting there on the sand with her, her billowy white shirt hanging from her frame, blowing in the wind behind her, you suddenly feel regret at focusing so much on Satoru.

The boys interrupt your thoughts as Satoru plops down beside you , kicking sand onto your towel and on the book you held in your hands. He leans down for a kiss, but you push him away, dusting the sand off your things before scooting over to let him sit with you. He throws an arm around you and places a wet kiss to your cheek.

“You two make me sick.” Shoko says, but her voice is fond, and her eyes are soft as she looks at the two of you.

“Don’t be jealous.” Satoru huffs, tucking your head into his chest.

“She’s happy for you, ‘Toru. Don’t worry.” Geto chimes in, flicking the side of Shoko’s head. You giggle at their antics, suddenly unsure why you were ever worried about hanging out with them. You’re more than happy to see both Satoru and his friends.

You had been consumed by anxiety before you arrived, scared of spending more than just a few minutes in passing with his friends like you always had. But if Satoru had done anything for you in the last couple of months, it was help you crawl out of your shell.

Sure, you spent most of your days inside your house or with each other, but you were much more open to new things than you had been before meeting him. Satoru made you want to act on your desires, ignore all of the logic you’d followed before and do the things you wanted to do, no matter the consequences, which mostly applied to your relationship with him.

A part of you is terrified of what you have with him. You’re falling for him, and falling hard, and every bone in your body wants to run. But when he looks at you, really looks at you like no one else ever has, you know you can’t.

“Satoru told me he had no idea you lived across the street from me.” Geto tells you, laughing at his friend. “I couldn’t believe it! He was over practically every day and never knew!”

“Hey! I already feel like an idiot for not noticing! No need to make it worse.” Satoru whines, hiding his face in your shoulders. Shoko begins to laugh, too.

“You didn’t know? I knew that. How could you not know?” She laughs, pulling her sunglasses off of her face.

“You two were friends! You actually talked to each other! I didn’t even know her!” He defends, which causes his two friends to laugh even harder.

“You’re such an ass! You did too know her! We all had classes together!” Shoko explains. You hear Gojo gasp beside you.

“Baby!” He cries, “You said we never talked!”

“You seemed so upset that you hadn’t noticed me before.” You say, cupping his cheek with one hand, “It’s fine. You notice me now.”

“How did you manage to make this embarrassing situation cute?” Geto asks with a roll of his eyes. He falls backwards onto the towel underneath him, folding his hands behind his head and basking in the sunlight.

“‘Cause she’s cute.” Satoru answers, placing a kiss to your lips before standing up. He takes your hand and pulls you up with him, before wrapping his arms around you and hoisting you up, so your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you. You squeal at the sudden action, and he laughs as he turns around and jogs with you towards the ocean. You can hear Geto and Shoko laugh at the two of you as he makes his way to the water.

“‘Toru, no!” You cry, hiding your face in his neck, “I’m still–I still have my clothes on!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you lied, baby!” He taunts as his feet hit the water. He trudges through the waves, the water rising higher and higher the farther he walks.

“Please, please, please! I’m sorry!” You whine, hugging him tighter. He places a harsh slap to your behind and chuckles at your reaction.

He drops you a moment later, your body falling into the shocking cold of the water. Your jean shorts and cropped t-shirt are completely soaked, and Satoru laughs at you from above. You throw your leg out, kicking the back of his knees, causing him to fall into the water with him. You splash him, trying to back away from him, but he finds your ankle underneath the water and pulls you close. He holds your hands behind your back and rests his forehead against yours. You struggle in his arms, but there’s no real fight to get out.

You surge forward and capture his lips with your own, giggling into his mouth as the water moves around you. He pulls you over his lap, hands resting on your hips as his lips press against yours. The feeling of wet skin on skin leaves you breathless as the kiss deepens.

You pull away from him, suddenly remembering where the two of you are. He leans forward, kissing you once more before pulling away. He looks into your eyes, the both of you catching your breath against one another. He looks out towards his friends, who are whispering about something on the beach. He gives you another look, his eyes flickering between your lips and eyes.

“You ready to go home?” He asks.

…

Geto drops the two of you off at your house, and you run inside, rushing to the shower to wash the day from your body. After your shower, you change into one of the t-shirts that Satoru left at your house. You don’t bother with pants, since the two of you are getting into bed. Satoru enters the bathroom after you, but not before peeking at your bare legs as you walk to the bed. You pull the covers back and settle in as you hear the shower turn on. You scroll through your phone while you wait for Satoru to be done in the bathroom.

The door opens to reveal a shirtless Satoru, plaid pajama pants hanging from his hips, as he towels his hair dry. You peak at him from behind your phone, turning it off and setting it on the table. You open up the covers for him and he slides in easily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. He tucks your head into his shoulder and takes a deep breath in. He smells like your shampoo, and it makes you feel a little giddy.

“Satoru.” You whisper against his neck. He lets you pull away enough to look into his eyes, but he keeps you close. “Thanks for bringing me today.”

“‘Course, baby.” He smiles, “It was fun.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and before he can think to pull away, you deepen the kiss. His hands grip your hips as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He hoists you over him so that you straddle his waist, your sex inches from his own.

You rise from his lips, pulling his shirt over your head before leaning down to kiss him again. Satoru groans into your mouth as he gropes your chest, pinching your nipples and coaxing whines form your throat. You grind your hips over him, feeling him grow harder beneath his pants. You break the kiss, looking into his eyes. You like how undone he looks beneath you, just from a little bit of kissing.

“‘Toru, I wanna–can we–” You begin, but you’re too flustered to ask.

“You wanna what, baby?” He coos with a thrust of his hips, “Want me to fuck you?”

“Please.” You whine, moving your hips with him. He smiles and flips the two of you so he’s on top of you. He kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue over yours and tasting the saltwater on your lips. Bringing a hand in between the two of you, he dips his hand into your underwear, running his fingers through your folds.

“So wet already.” He mutters against your lips. “Thinking about me?”

“I’m always thinking about you.” You admit, grinding against his fingers. Satoru ignores how your admission makes his stomach flip, kissing you again to distract himself. He pulls his pants down, freeing his cock and fisting it as he lines it up with your entrance.

He pushes into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. He coos down at you as he does, calls you sweet names and tells you how good you’re being for him. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he bottoms out inside of you.

His thrusts are slow, almost painfully so. He fucks you like he loves you, and you might believe that he does. He takes his time, your pleasure building with each stroke. He kisses you slowly, sucking your tongue into his mouth and playing with your nipples. You feel him everywhere.

“I’m gonna–ah–gonna cum!” You cry as his hips roll into yours. He places kisses up your neck all the way to your lips. Your hands are wrapped around his neck, your fingers pulling at the hair at the base of his neck.

“Cum for me, baby.” He moans, feeling his own release approaching. You move your hips, meeting his thrusts, your clit catching on his pelvis as he moves. You cry out his name when you cum, throwing your head back against the bed and riding out your high with him. His orgasm follows soon after, pulling out of you as he paints your stomach white.

You look down at the mess, too tired to care as Satoru leaves to get a towel. When he returns, he cleans you up and pulls you into him, this time, tucking his head into your shoulder. The two of you lie together as you play with his drying hair, your bare bodies pressed against each other. You don’t know why you speak, but you do.

“What happens when you go back to school?” He freezes in your arms as the question he’s been dreading falls from your lips.

“What do you mean?” He asks, trying to keep his voice steady. His face is still in your shoulder, his breath hot against your neck.

“Like, when happens to, um, to us?” You question, and you suddenly wish you had never said anything. Satoru rolls away from you, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Do we have to know?”

“I’d like to.” You whisper, feeling him grow more and more distant the more you speak. “I’m not like you. I can’t just wait and see what happens.”

“Why not?”

“I need structure. I need reassurance. I can’t just sit here and wonder if you're ever gonna talk to me again after you leave.” You sit up, covering yourself with your sheet. He sighs from beside you. “Did I waste three months on something that’s not gonna last?”

“Waste? Waste? You call that a waste?” He cries, sitting up from your bed. You watch as he swings his legs over the side and pulls his pajama pants on.

“If nothing comes of it, then yes. I’d call it a waste.” You don’t know why you keep talking. You’re scared, and you’re angry, and at this point you just want to make him feel the way you did when he said he didn’t know about the two of you.

Satoru feels his heart break at your words. You had been the best thing to happen to him in years, and now you were calling it a waste? Even if the two of you never talked after this, even if you became strangers, Satoru would still consider you someone he loved, even if he never admits it to you.

“Of course you would. It’s not a good enough answer for you? What do you want me to say?” He spits.

You want him to say that he loves you. You want him to tell you that you make him happy. You want him to tell you that he feels the same way that you do.

“You’re an asshole.” You mutter, defeated.

“Oh, I’m an asshole cause I can’t live up to your expectations?” He fumes. “You’re so fucking uptight. By your standards, no one’s ever gonna satisfy you!”

“Yeah, well, you certainly don’t!” You hiss, angrily tugging his shirt back over your head to cover yourself up. A smug smile crosses his face.

“You sure, princess?” He quips, “Last I checked, you were screaming my name.”

“Is that what this is?” You question, “You got what you wanted, so now you wanna be a dick to me. Don’t worry, Satoru, I won’t go falling in love with you.”

“And thank god for that!” He barks. Your eyes widen, heart sinking at the realization that he had never actually wanted you.

“Get out.” You mutter. Your voice is low, calm. It scares him with how calm you are until you begin to yell. “Get out! Get the fuck out! I never want to see you again!”

You throw a couple of pillows at him to emphasize your point, but he doesn’t need to be told twice.

Gojo leaves your house barefoot and shirtless. He walks across the street and crawls into his bed, and he doesn’t leave it for weeks.

…

Summer without Gojo Satoru is days that feel like months. It’s long hours at the diner while you watch the door just in case he happens to walk in. He never does. It’s tears on the bathroom floor when you find one of his shirts in your hamper. It’s hours of the same song over and over again while you stare up at your bedroom ceiling. It’s your friends, and his friends, calling you multiple times in a row to ask you the same question. It’s Utahime telling you in passing that she told you so. It’s days spent in front of your window, staring across the street and wondering if he feels the same. He does.

No matter how many times your friends tell the two of you how upset you are, how absolutely inconsolable the two of you are without each other, there’s no pushing it. It has to be your choice. You have to want to see each other, want to apologize, want to finally figure out what’s going to happen when he leaves.

And for weeks, neither of you want that.

That is until you see the light in Satoru’s room turn on for the first time in weeks. And something inside of you clicks.

You pull on a pair of sweats, and one of his old hoodies that you kept. You slip your feet into a pair of sneakers, and you make your way to your front door. You don’t know that across the street, Satoru is doing the same. He’s changing out of the pajamas he’s been wearing for days and making his way out of Geto’s house all because he’s tired of being scared.

You’re both surprised to see each other, both stood at the end of the driveway of your respective houses. You look him up and down, annoyed that he can still look so good in so much pain. He looks at you, and all he can think is how much he’s missed you. The two of you walk towards each other, meeting in the middle of the street.

You don’t look at him, tears already building in your eyes as you look down at your shoes. He says your name, his voice caught in his throat as he does. You take a deep breath before finally meeting his eyes, the blue bright and glassy with tears. You don’t say anything, but you take a step closer.

Gojo reaches out, taking your hand in his and interlocking your fingers. “I’m sorry.”

His voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks. He’s afraid that if he speaks any louder, he’ll break down. You shake your head, a tear falling from your eye as you cup his face in your hand.

“Me too.” You nod, “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it. I was so scared.”

“You were scared? I was scared.” He tells you. “You make me go all stupid. I feel like I’m melting when I stand next to you. I’ve never–fuck–I’ve never felt that before. Ever.”

“Why didn’t you–why couldn’t you just say that?” You ask. But he couldn’t. Admitting that you were a weakness to him is like ripping his heart out of his chest, placing it in your hands and hoping that you don’t crush it in between your fingers.

“I’m saying it now.” He shrugs. You figure that it’s your turn to confess something, so you speak up.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You say. “It’s selfish of me, and I shouldn’t even tell you that, but that’s how I feel.”

He sighs, “I don’t want to leave either.”

“So where does that leave us?” You question. He looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into him. You bury your face in his chest and let out a deep breath, feeling relaxed in his arms.

“I don’t know.” He says.

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