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4littlefishies · 28 days

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The 36th Floor

Office worker Satoru Gojo finds himself stuck with the task of training his brand new coworker, but he doesn't know what to expect when he sees who he's supposed to be training. He can't fall in love with the man that sits in the cubicle across from him, right?

satoru gojo x suguru geto office au

warnings: nothing for this chapter, smut in later chapters!

wc: 6.6k

note: Hi all! Thought I'd start posting this on here as well. I always upload first on ao3, so if you wan't to keep updated, I'll put a link at the bottom! :) This is a non-curse non-jujutsu au because I enjoy writing fluff and happiness and crack and all the good stuff. <3

Monday Morning

Satoru Gojo opens his eyes as the sound of his alarm blares through his previously silent bedroom. His hands come up to rub the sleep out of his eyes as he sits up in his bed before grabbing at his phone to make the annoying sound of his alarm stop. He takes a couple deep breaths and sits with his eyes closed for a moment before he finally pushes the comforter to the side and shifts his legs off of the side of the bed.

Standing up from the warmth of his bed, Satoru shivers as the cold air hits his skin. He makes his way to the bathroom to start the routine that he does every morning before work: Shower, brush his teeth, skincare, hair; in that order, five days a week, 12 months a year. He loved how the structure of his morning before work and getting to listen to music as he calmly got ready made his whole day feel better.

Afterwards, he would make his bed and head out to the kitchen to eat a quick breakfast, which typically consisted of a sugary cereal or some kind of fruit for on the go if he was in a hurry to leave - which unfortunately happened more often than not. Thankfully, today was one of the days where he had time to sit down at the counter and eat a proper breakfast.

Humming along with the music playing through his phone, he makes his way back into his room and steps into his closet. He pulls out a navy blue suit jacket and pants, along with a white button-up shirt for underneath and a tie to pull it all together. Satoru gets dressed and with his jacket folded over the side of his now neatly-made bed, he picks out a pair of brown oxfords and finally puts on his watch.

The mirror by his bedroom door is the final step in his routine as he checks his reflection one last time before heading towards the front door. The blue of his eyes almost glow back at him as he looks over himself in the mirror, making sure his bright white hair looks decent before flicking off the lights and pulling on his jacket. He picks up his bag from the table next to the front door and grabs his keys out of the bowl, shoving them into his pocket.

“See you when I get home, Shiro.” He whispers to the white cat, looking up at him with wide eyes from the couch. The cat makes a quiet noise that makes Satoru smile as he closes the front door behind him and checks that it’s locked before turning and walking down the hallway towards the elevator.

Today was just another day for Satoru, a typical Monday morning. He would walk to the station not too far from his house and wait for the train along with everyone else also going to their 9-5 jobs in the city. He found joy in the time he got to listen to music on his commute and enjoyed seeing the same people he would see every morning. The man seated across the aisle from him would get off the stop before Satoru, every single morning. The woman a couple rows in front of him would get off the stop after he got on.

Satoru liked to ponder and imagine what these strangers on the train were doing with their days. The scenarios in his head were probably much more exciting that what was actually going on in these people’s lives, but he would rather imagine that the stranger in the same black trench coat every day is actually a member of the Yakuza and not just an accountant or a lawyer or something normal.

Before he knows it, the train is coming up to his stop. He stands up, stabilizing himself with one of the many hand holds as the train finally slows to a stop. The doors open and he steps off, walking in time with his music, his hands in his pockets as he walks out into the crisp morning air. The walk to his office is a short one, but he stops at the coffee shop in the lobby of the building as he does every morning.

“Good morning, Miwa!” He says in a singsong voice as he steps up to the counter. The young woman smiles and grabs a disgustingly sweet drink set to the side of the register that was just made for him. He picks it up and hands her twice as much cash as it actually costs before turning and swiftly walking towards the elevator. “You’re the best, Miwa!” He calls out over his shoulder as he rushes towards the closing elevator doors.

“Have a good day Gojo!” She calls out after him in response. He waves with a smile as he steps into the elevator. Just another part of his routine that makes his day even better. He takes a small sip of his still-too-hot coffee in the half full elevator and presses the button for floor 36. He readjusts his bag on his shoulder and pulls out his key card as the elevator makes stops at a few floors before he reaches his own.

“Have a good day guys.” Satoru says as the elevator opens to his floor, resulting in a few quiet thank you’s and you too’s. Someone else steps off of the elevator at the same time as him and Satoru turns to notice that it’s his coworker, Shoko Ieiri. A surprised look crosses his face as he looks at her. “What the hell? I didn’t even notice you in there!” He says with a cheeky smile on his face as they walk down the hallway towards the glass door of their office. He holds his key card up to the side of the door before the lock clicks and he pulls the large glass door open, allowing Shoko inside first.

“Just say you don’t care about me, idiot.” She says, rolling her eyes with a smile, walking inside as Satoru holds the door open for her. The two of them head straight for the break room, Shoko puts her lunch box in the fridge, and Satoru grabs a strawberry-mango yogurt, along with a spoon.

“Maybe you need to be more noticeable.” Satoru teases back at her. Shoko closes the fridge and glares up at him. The two of them have been friends since high school, which resulted in their sibling-like relationship that consisted of endless teasing and fake bullying.

“I got you hired here, I bet I could get you fired too, you know that right?” She says as they both turn to walk out of the break room to head to their cubicles, which luckily - or unluckily - were right next to each other. Satoru leans on the edge of Shoko’s cubicle as she sets her things down and tries to get adjusted.

“No way, Shoko. Nanami loves me.” He says, talking about their boss. She raises an eyebrow at him as he backs up into his cubicle across the aisle and sets his bag down on his desk. He puts his hands up, as if to say “I can’t help it” and sits down in his chair with a smile and turns to turn on his computer.

The office is quiet with the chatter of everyone arriving for the morning along with the sounds of keyboards typing and mice clicking. Gojo starts with the normal morning things like checking his emails and then his planner to see what he has planned out for the day. “Shit.” He whispers, but still loud enough for Shoko to hear.

“What’s your problem?” Shoko asks, not even turning her head away from her monitor to look at him.

“They’re having me train someone new.” He says, sounding slightly annoyed. “I have so much to do already and they want me to train someone new?” He rubs his forehead and closes his eyes, thinking about how much more this is going to set him back.

“If you need help with anything, just let me know.” She responds, trying to be helpful, all the while knowing that she would have no idea how to even do most of the things that Satoru does on a daily basis.

“I just need to get as much done in this hour that I have before he gets here.” Satoru says, mostly to himself, but loud enough that Shoko hears.

“I have a meeting at 10, but I’ll be back after lunch if you need anything.” She adds, trying to be helpful and make him feel better about the day ahead.

“Thank you, Shoko, I appreciate it.” He says, starting to work on a presentation for when some of the higher ups from corporate were coming later in the month. He pops one headphone in, trying to get focused into his work to get as much done as possible in the shortest amount of time.

Slowly but surely, Satoru’s coffee disappears and the strawberry-mango yogurt cup he had grabbed from the fridge is empty and long gone. His fingers type away quickly at his quiet keyboard as he fills the slides with information that he needs to get across to the corporate visitors. Sales had been great this year, and it was his responsibility to explain to the higher ups what their branch is doing right and things that they think could help other branches to do better.

An hour passes much more quickly than Satoru would have liked, but Shoko is gone to her meeting in one of the conference rooms and suddenly Satoru’s phone rings. He rarely used it to talk to anyone outside of the office, so he was not surprised to see the name Utahime Iori on the screen. He smiles and grabs it before answering sweetly.

“Why good morning Utahime.” He says nicely.

“Gojo, I just finished up paperwork with the new hire, so I’m just giving you a heads up that he’s on his way, okay?” She responds, trying to avoid conversation as much as possible.

“Not even a good morning back?” Satoru responds, sounding hurt, all the while he has a smile on his face.

“Good morning.” She says, shortly. “He’s on his way, his name’s Suguru Geto. Bye.” She hangs up and the line goes blank.

“Hello? Utahime??” Satoru questions at the obviously ended phone call. He chuckles and hangs the phone back up. He hears a quiet set of footsteps walking on the other side of the wall to his back. He turns around and stands up just in time to see the long black haired man come around the corner. He’s wearing a black suit with a red patterned tie and wears his hair half up and half down. Satoru makes eye contact with him and he feels immediately nervous, as well as something he swears he’s never felt before.

“Um. hello, are you-” He starts, but Satoru stands there almost unable to move. Immediately, he feels like he knows this man from somewhere. He seemed so familiar to Satoru - his voice, his face, his eyes, even though he knew that he didn’t know this man. “-Gojo?” He finally finishes, quietly, unsure if he remembered his name correctly. The way he says his name sounds like velvet. He wants to hear him say his name over and over again.

“Yeah! Yeah, Satoru Gojo. But you can call me Satoru, if you want.” He says, breaking out of his thoughts, He sticks out his hand to shake it. Their hands meet in the middle and they both grip the other’s hand firmly. Both of their hands are warm, but Satoru feels like his hands are on fire. He smiles at the man in front of him, and he nods back, seemingly trying to put his name to memory. “What was your name again? Utahime told me but-” He trails off, waiting for the man to tell him his name.

“Suguru Geto.” He says, a soft smile painted on his face.

“Nice to meet you, Suguru.” Satoru says, bravely using his first name. His palms start to feel sweaty as he steps back into his cubicle. He is silently kicking himself as Suguru stands there quietly. “So, you can grab Shoko’s chair from over there, if you want and bring it on over here and we’ll get started. Oh, and you can set your stuff in the cubicle in front of hers, that one is going to be yours.” He says, pointing at the cubicle diagonal from his.

Suguru quickly sets his stuff down and decides to grab his chair instead of Shoko’s and wheels over to Satoru’s desk. “Good call, she might have killed me if she knew I told you to take her chair.” He smiles to himself towards his monitor as Suguru sits behind him, his jacket left behind in his cubicle, showing off his broad chest and shoulders in his grey button up.

“Yeah, definitely. That’s where Shoko sits?” Suguru asks, curiously.

“Yeah, um, do you know her?” Satoru asks, slightly confused as to why it sounds like Suguru knows who he’s talking about. He takes a silent deep breath, feeling his heart rate increase at seeing him without the jacket. Jesus Satoru, calm down he thinks to himself, waiting for Suguru to answer his question.

“Um yeah, she’s actually the one that got me this job.” He responds softly.

“No way! I went to school with her, she got me this job too.” Satoru responds, sounding way too excited.

Suguru chuckles softly at Satoru’s excitement and of course Satoru notices. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to make him do it again. The sound was like music to his ears. He takes a quick deep breath and quickly changes the subject. “So! Should we get started?” He doesn’t know what’s come over him. Normally he’s an incredibly extroverted person and would have no problem talking to new people, but he doesn’t want to say something wrong this time, and he doesn’t know why but he’s nervous.

He tries to calm down and opens up the website on his computer that the company uses for training new employees. This is something he’s done enough that he doesn’t really have to think about it, which is good because he can’t stop thinking about where he could maybe, possibly know this man from. It’s driving him insane, the immediate connection he somehow feels to this person that he’s never met before. He feels the tops of his ears get hot.

“Alright so, you get in here and I’ll sit behind you so you can see the monitor and work on the computer when you need to, and I can sit back here and mostly watch and answer questions if you need me to.” Satoru says, standing up and moving his chair to switch places with Suguru so that he can see the monitor better. Their arms brush up against each other in the tight cubicle space as they switch spots and Satoru feels like he’s going to lose his mind at the feeling.

He starts going through boring training videos and and every day procedures with him, trying to focus on training him for work, rather than just talking to him like normal. All he wants to do is learn about who this beautiful man is. Why would Shoko never tell me about him? Satoru thinks to himself as Suguru watches another video. Satoru sits behind him, organizing his drawer of pens to occupy himself until the video that he’s seen countless times comes to an end.

“So, is it all kinda making sense?” Satoru asks, closing the drawer and looking over at Suguru as he clicks to the next page.

“Yeah, yeah, definitely. I think I’ll just need to do it a couple times and I’ll be good.” He shoots back, confidently.

“Oh yeah, absolutely. You’re a natural.” Satoru says, earning a smile from Suguru, causing him to smile as well. “Okay, you can start the next video, but I’m gonna be right back, okay?” He stands up, putting both of his thumbs up as he creeps out of the cubicle.

“I’ll be here.” Suguru says, putting one hand up as Gojo walks around the corner of his cubicle and out into the hallway that leads towards the bathroom.

He quickly walks into the dark bathroom and the motion activated lights click on. He looks at himself in the mirror and takes a deep breath. “What the hell is your problem?” He whispers to himself in the mirror. He’s never felt this way about anyone except for this complete stranger. He wants to get to know him. He wants to get closer with him. He turns on the water and runs his hand under the cold water before holding it to his forehead and cheeks, trying to calm down. He takes another deep breath and runs his hand through his hair, fixing it, even though it didn’t need fixing.

“Calm down stupid, you’ve known the man for an hour and a half. Keep it together.” He says quietly in the mirror to himself once again before leaving the bathroom and heading back to his cubicle to continue training Suguru. He rounds the corner and Suguru perks up once he sees that Satoru is back.

“Oh good, you’re back! I got stuck on this page and I didn’t want to mess anything up, so I waited for you to get back.” Sugaru says, pointing at the screen. Satoru walks up behind him and grabs hold onto the mouse, clicking around to see what's going on, bent down next to Suguru. He hadn't been this close to him yet, even when they shook hands, he couldn’t smell his cologne. He can now smell the warm scent of cashmere but also pine coming off of him as he leans down next to him.

“Ugh I hate this thing. It signed us out, just a second.” Satoru says, before reaching in front of Suguru and pulling the keyboard to the side so that he could sign back in and they could keep working. Satoru sees Suguru sit back as he watches him get back to the place where they left off. Once he’s back, he slides the keyboard back in front of Suguru and pushes the mouse back to him. “There we go.” He says, slowly sitting back into his chair.

“Thanks.” Suguru says softly before getting back to the training.

The next hour and a half goes by without incident and thankfully without too much awkwardness between the two of them. Satoru is thankful for lunch so that he can get a break. He thinks about inviting Suguru to join him for lunch, but decides against it. He needs an hour to himself to think about why he’s feeling the way that he is, and what he thinks he’s going to do about it, if anything.

“So, we get an hour for lunch, you can stay here, go somewhere, whatever.” Satoru says, explaining to Suguru as they close out the training.

“Okay, thanks!” Suguru says, standing up and rolling his chair back to his cubicle. Satoru looks over as he puts his jacket on and walks out into the hallway. Gojo takes a deep breath and leans back in his chair, stretching his arms before standing up. He grabs his jacket and pulls it on before grabbing his phone and wallet and heading towards the front door. He pops his headphones in as he steps into the empty elevator and heads down to the lobby.

He clicks play on the last song that was playing as the doors open to the busy lobby. Satoru heads straight for the main doors and out onto the street, where he puts on his sunglasses as he steps outside. He takes a right and heads towards his favorite cafe to go for lunch during his work week. The walk is only a couple of blocks, but the air is cold and it turns Satoru’s cheeks and nose a rosy pink with the chill of the wind. I should have invited him. Satoru thinks, shoving his hands into his pockets and picking up the pace in his walk to the cafe. He probably thinks I don’t like him. Why was I acting like such a weirdo? The thoughts cloud his mind the entire duration of his walk.

He reaches out to pull the handle and the normal sound of the bell on the door makes its presence known as Satoru steps into the small cafe, gaining the attention of the young pink haired teenager behind the counter. “Hey Gojo!” He calls out as Satoru approaches the counter. “You want your usual?” He asks, already typing his normal order into the cash register.

“Yes please!” He replies, “and can I also get one of these? Actually- two of those. If I don’t get one for Shoko, she’ll kill me.” He replies, pointing to the delicious looking cupcakes in the display case.

“Alrighty then!.” The pink haired boy says, sliding open the case.

“Just you today, Yuji?” Gojo asks, pulling out his wallet while the total pops up on the screen in front of him on the counter.

“Yeah,” Yuji says with a sigh. “Megumi is off today, so just me!” He says, taking the cash that Satoru hands him. “No receipt, right?” Satoru shakes his head no, and Yuji crumples up the receipt and tosses it into the trash behind the counter. “Have a good rest of your day, Gojo!”

“You as well, Yuji.” He says in response as he grabs his food and heads to a table in the corner where he can sit down and relax for a bit before heading back to the office. He settles on his usual spot - the small table with two chairs in the back corner, and sits in the chair facing the front door so that he could once again people watch. He takes a bite of his sandwich before setting it back down and looking at his phone at a text from Utahime.

‘Geto is training for the rest of the day with Haibara once you’re back from lunch.’

Satoru reads this and feels relieved because now he can get his work done, but also disappointed that he wouldn’t get to be around Suguru for the rest of the day. He reacts to the message with a thumbs up and decides not to bother her anymore for once. He sets his phone down and looks up at the group of people that just came in from the street and he sees him.

Shit shit shit shit. Satoru thinks to himself. Should I go say something? No! He has a quick mental battle with himself. He doesn’t want to bother him outside of work, but he wants so desperately to get to know who Suguru Geto is. He watches from behind his sunglasses as Suguru approaches the counter and interacts with Yuji. Satoru notices his smile is soft as he orders and pays. He looks around and that’s when Satoru picks up his phone and starts looking at it again, trying to avoid possibly making eye contact with him.

Just from what Gojo can see in his periphery, Suguru seems to look around for a moment before he steps towards the front door and leaves the cafe, seemingly taking his food back to the office. Satoru breathes again as he realizes that he was holding his breath waiting to see what would happen. He wasn’t even sure what it was that he wanted to happen. If he would have noticed me, he would have said something, right? He thought to himself, sure that Suguru didn’t spot him over in the corner.

Satoru realizes that his hands are sweaty and wipes them on his pants, hurriedly. It’s fine He thinks again. He tries to finish his sandwich, but ends up getting sick of it after a few bites and wraps it up to take back to the office along with his cupcakes for him and Shoko. He gives Yuji a wave as he steps out onto the street to start his walk back to the office, an upbeat song once again playing in his ears.

He walks through the large front doors and heads towards the elevator, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into his jacket pocket. He steps into the elevator and immediately notices Shoko this time and calls out her name.

“Oh, so you noticed me this time huh?” She teases as the doors close and they are the only two inside. He wants to ask her about Suguru, but he decides that it’s better that he doesn't - at least for now.

“How was your meeting?” He responds, choosing to ignore her statement. He takes her deep sigh as her answer. “That bad, huh?” He asks, the elevator starting to quickly climb.

“It was just a bunch of old creepy men and I just kept getting talked over the whole time.” She says, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, obviously annoyed. Satoru shakes his head, knowing that she’s not exaggerating. He’s been in those meetings and they just don’t care to hear what she has to say. It’s extremely frustrating and he tries his best to help when he’s there.

“Well… It’s not that much, but I got you a little treat.” He says, handing the cupcake box to her as the elevator reaches the 36th floor and comes to a stop. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in a smile as she reaches out and grabs the small box.

The elevator doors open and they step out, walking down the hallway together. Satoru uses his key card and opens the door once again, following Shoko inside. Satoru heads straight back to his cubicle to see if Suguru is at his desk. To his disappointment, he isn’t. Satoru sits down at his desk and unlocks his computer to get working on his presentation for later in the month. He checks his email and sees that thankfully, the marketing department sent him all of their reports that he needed for his presentation. He hears Shoko sit back down into her chair as he’s working diligently.

“Where’s your trainee?” He hears Shoko say over the sound of the music in his ear. He takes out his headphone and turns his head.

“He’s with Yu for the rest of the day. Guess they want him to learn different positions.” He says, and it comes out more disappointed sounding than he meant it to. “I’m just happy they’re giving me time to focus on my own work. I’m more behind now, but I think I can catch up by the end of the day if I just focus.” He says, turning his head back to the monitor in front of him.

He doesn’t see Shoko raise her eyebrows at his change in attitude all of a sudden. She grabs a pen and a sticky note and writes “Do Not Disturb! Satoru Gojo hard at work! >:(” and rolls across the aisle, sticking it to the outside of his cubicle with a smile on her face that goes completely unnoticed by Satoru.

The final hours of the day slip by faster than Satoru would have liked, but he feels good with where he’s left off on his work. He leans back in his chair and stretches his arms out before glancing over at Suguru’s cubicle once more, only to see it still empty. Hmph. He lets out quietly, hoping that he would be able to say goodbye at least before heading home for the day. He looks over to see Shoko is long gone, her computer already off and monitor black. He smiles to himself as he stands up, grabbing his jacket off of the back of his chair and throwing it on before grabbing his bag from underneath his desk and slinging it over his shoulder. He grabs his empty coffee cup from the morning and finally tosses it into the garbage on his way out the door.

Satoru takes one last look around to see if he notices Suguru anywhere, but he’s nowhere to be seen. He’s probably gone home idiot. He thinks to himself, looking down at his watch. The day was technically over 15 minutes ago. He walks out the front door, saying goodbye to lingering coworkers on his way out. He makes sure to grab his sandwich from the fridge and shoves it into his bag, making sure to grab his cupcake as well.

For the last time of the day, he steps into the elevator, alone this time, and pops his headphones in, ready for the commute home. The elevator makes a couple stops to pick up people from other floors also on their way down, but the ride isn’t too long to the lobby. Satoru steps out of the elevator and makes his way towards the front doors. He begins his short walk back to the train station, once again walking to the beat of the music playing in his ears.

He sees the train is already at the station as he’s walking up, and he begins to take a bit longer strides as he tries not to miss the train, but eventually, just misses it.

“Shit.” He hisses as he looks around for an open bench to wait on. A woman and her son sit on the bench directly behind him, so he finds an empty one slightly further down the station and sits down. He decides to text Utahime, who is probably still at the office.

‘Hiii Utahime, Just wondering if I was going to be training him again tomorrow morning :)’

He clicks send and almost immediately the three bubbles pop up to indicate that she’s typing.

‘Yeah, he said that he liked training with you, which surprised me. Now leave me alone and go home.’

Satoru feels his face get red. He what? He thinks, a smile creeping onto his face. Don’t be crazy. With a stupidly excited grin, he rubs along his jaw, bringing his bottom lip in between hit teeth to try to bite back his smile. He can’t help but read the text over and over again to make sure that he understood correctly, and no matter how many times he reads it, it’s always the same message. He liked training with me? A voice comes over the speaker announcing that the train will soon be arriving in the station. Satoru stands up, straightening out his jacket while trying to suppress the goofy smile on his face.

He steps onto the train and picks a seat close to the door. His short train ride was of course filled with people watching and imagining what their days are like. Finally, his stop arrives and he steps back out into the cool air and begins his walk back to his apartment. He can’t stop smiling to himself on the way home, just excited to go back and see him the next day.

I have to invite him to lunch. He thinks to himself. They went to the same cafe, it was only polite to, right? Satoru opens the front door of his building and heads towards the elevator. He clicks the up arrow and waits for the ding and the doors slowly open. He steps inside the empty elevator and clicks the button for the 36th floor - same as the office, funnily enough. It makes it really easy to remember where you live and work when it’s the same number. He enjoyed being up so high, able to see all the beautiful lights of the city of Tokyo from his home.

Satoru grabs his keys out of his pocket as he approaches his door, and easily unlocks the door without any trouble. He steps inside and calls out. “Shiro, I’m home!” He hears a small meow followed by a thud and the patter of paws padding out to greet him. “There’s my girl! Are you hungry?” She responds with a meow as Satoru sets his bag down and kicks off his shoes before stepping towards the kitchen and pulling out a can of wet food for the cat. A constant stream of meows fill the room until Satoru finally sets down the food for her. “Yeah yeah! I’m getting there!” He calls out to her as she yowls up at him from his feet. He sets down the bowl in its normal spot and Shiro digs in. “You act like you’ve never eaten before.” He says as he picks up his bag and shoes and heads into his bedroom. He sets his shoes back in their spot and hangs his bag on the hook on the back of his door.

Satoru starts by taking off his jacket and hanging it up, followed by shedding the rest of his suit and clothing down to nothing but his underwear. He walks out of the closet, taking a quick look in the mirror with a smile on his way by to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and stands there while it heats up, thinking about his day, about how good this shower was going to feel, about Suguru. He takes a deep breath before shedding his final layer and stepping into the steamy shower. He lets the hot water run down over his hair and face before he rubs his face with his hands, still smiling over the day.

“You need to chill out.” He says out loud to himself in the shower. He runs his fingers through his hair and goes through the normal order of things in his after-work shower. He takes a deep breath and tries to relax his muscles as the hot water runs over his shoulders and down his back. The pressure of the water feeling good on his back, which is sore from sitting in his chair hunched over all day. He closes his eyes and lets the water run over his tired muscles for a minute before finally turning around and turning the water off. He shakes his hands through his hair, trying to get as much water out as possible.

Satoru grabs his towel from the hook on the wall and uses it to dry off before wrapping it low around his waist. He opens the bathroom door and makes his way over to his dresser to pull out some sweat pants and a black tshirt.

After putting on his moisturizer and getting redressed after his shower, Satoru makes his way back out into the kitchen. “What should I have for dinner, Shi?” He asks the fluffy cat, but mostly to himself as he opens the fridge to check what he has. After checking the pantry, he decides that he has the correct ingredients to make some lemon pepper salmon with rice, so he starts pulling out ingredients and in less than an hour later, he’s plating up and setting it on his dining room table. He takes a quick picture, satisfied with his work before he sits down and starts eating.

“This is delicious!” He says into the empty apartment to himself. He smiles to himself as he finishes up his dinner and decides to wind down by watching something in the living room. He turns the tv on and picks up his phone before queuing anything up and sees a text from Shoko.

‘You didn’t tell me that you were training Geto!!!’

He reads the text and his heart rate immediately picks up again. Is he talking about me to Shoko? Races through his mind and he begins typing a response.

‘You never asked ¯\_(ツ)_/¯’ He clicks send and immediately sees Shoko typing. He didn’t think to mention that he had in fact mentioned that he knew her. Not only that, but that she got him the job, similarly to how she had also gotten him the job.

‘Dude!!!’

Satoru is confused as to what she’s getting at.

‘???’ He sends back.

‘Why didn’t you tell me??’

‘Idk, didn’t really realize that I needed to.’

‘Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow!’ She finishes with.

“Weirdo.” Satoru says out loud to himself before setting his phone to the side and picking a random movie from his collection and pressing play, just to have something playing. He props his feet up on the coffee table and interlocks his fingers behind his head as he sits back, thinking about Suguru once again. He stares up at the ceiling, remembering how nice he smelled, how nice he looked. He feels a soft movement from the other side of the couch as Shiro makes her way over to plop herself down right on Satoru’s lap.

“What the hell am I gonna do, Shi?” He asks, still looking up at the ceiling before bringing down one of his hands to pet the cat, who was happily leaning into the pets that she was getting. He smiles down at the fluffy white cat in his lap and paints his attention back up to the tv where his movie continued to play. Satoru spends his Monday evening watching movies and eating the cupcake from his favorite cafe, all while being unable to stop thinking about Suguru Geto.

About three movies and enough sugar to send a child into a sugar rush, Satoru looks at this phone once again. Empty of notifications and the time reads 10:31. “Guess I should get ready for bed, huh baby?” He says as the cat follows him into his bedroom. He flicks off the lamps as he walks by, leaving his living room lit up by nothing but the moon and the lights of downtown Tokyo down below. He turns on the lamp on his nightstand before stepping into the bathroom for one last time to brush his teeth.

He walks out of the bathroom over to his windows. He sits down for a moment in the arm chair in the corner of his room and looks out the window. He enjoyed doing this before bed, just to relax a little bit. He liked to think about all the lives of everyone he could see from his window. Every person he can see has their own life that he will never know about. Satoru takes one last look at the busy street below and stands up and walks slowly over to his bed, yawning as he does so.

Pulling back the comforter, he climbs into his bed. Shiro jumps onto the bed and lays down close to his feet. Satoru throws the comforter over himself and grabs his phone from the nightstand, turning off the lamp as well. He opens up his text message with Utahime one more time just to smile and read that Suguru enjoyed being with him today. He thinks once more about how he also had mentioned him to Shoko. Satoru makes sure his alarms are set for the morning before turning on some brown noise to help him sleep.

Last, Satoru sets his phone on the night stand and can’t help but smile excitedly into his pillow. He was excited for the day ahead of him for tomorrow. Finally, something to look forward to outside of the monotony of a typically boring office job.

chapter 2

#satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #office au #4littlefishies #the 36th floor

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🪽 (the angel one .. it wont work on my computer LOL) 🎂 💛 for whoever youd like!! (@dmclr)

i'll answer for gojo again xb

🪽 - imagine an au where your f/o is your guardian angel. what kind of relationship dynamic do the two of you have? are they the type to be more exasperated by your silly actions or protective over you?

Hmmm i think Gojo would be the type to be very (over)protective over Indigo, he'd go out of his way to make sure he's safe (one way or the othe other, no matter the cost or the possible outcomes) he'd be pretty much obsessed w his safety in a way, this assuming Indigo cannot see him... i like those tragic guardian angel aus tbh :b the ones where the guardian angel gives up their divinity just to be with their beloved those are awesome...

🎂 - how has your f/o changed over the course of the relationship? how have you changed? do either of you miss past things about the other?

Umm a little bit of Indigojo lore on this one 🤓☝ buuuut i think their relationship and how much they changed (as people) ever since high school really erm affected their relationship (naturally), Indigo at the very starts of their relationship (when it wasn't even official and Indigo saw him as nothing more than a friend despite the fact that he knew Gojo had a little crush on him) he was definitely more annoyed by Gojo's little antics, he thought of him as sorta an annoyance that he couldn't run away from since he would just follow him everywhere like a lost puppy, it didn't really help that Gojo would constantly find ways to squeeze him in his friend group constantly, not like Indigo could really refuse this so he just accepted it, slowly coming to terms that maybe he did (sometimes…) enjoy spending time with him.

Ermm however with the whole hidden inventory arc incident Indigo was not really present for most of this event since he left to attend some business abroad for a while, which is something he still feels very guilty about to this day (the whole Geto incident would weight on his mind constantly since he thought of him as a very close friend too just like Gojo did, he just feels guilty for not being there for him in general, erm for both of them really), so this whole event kinda left them to pick up the pieces of their heart and in a way? it would make Indigo realize that his feelings for Gojo run deeper than he thought of originally, he did start to notice a sorta shift in Gojo's mannerisms too, the way he would just mask everything with his playful nature (something he did back in high school too but this time there was something else behind that whole facade, it wasn't just playful for the sake of being playful anymore, he knew he was just using it to cope) which sometimes worries Indigo to an extent, I think this would show the most when they're alone together, Indigo definitely (attempting) to be more affectionate and remind Gojo that he is not alone in all of this (to the best of his extent, Indigo is kinda bad with emotions and comfort too, emotionally repressed nerd so to speak! 💥💥💥)

💛 for whoever youd like!!

answered this one here! :}

#i ended up ranting so much in the last one sorry huhu but ty for the ask clara <3 #asks #indigo tag #gojo tag

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bunnieshoneys · 1 month

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geto anon here: holy fuck i just know that oneshot would be amazing but no pressure obviously. but can i just ramble a lil bit here? ignore me if u want lmao ok so the whole thing with geto being a manager and apparently really good with strategies and stuff just made me imagine him as an engineer cause. idk why but i personally feel like it fits him. especially if we consider canonical geto whos so smart and talks a lot and explains things lmao like when he explains tengen to satoru that one time and satoru is like nod nod yea just like digimon. i love their dynamics way too much. and also the way geto was basically gojos moral compass and he told gojo to stop saying ore and start saying boku instead AND GOJO DID so im here imagining them in this au. for ur au 💀 where geto gets into being an engineer instead of a racer. it would honestly be funny just the two bickering and having different views on the strategy. i know basically nothing about racing and f1. but just yea the whole. geto coming up with strategies and gojo being pissed at first cause geto is so righteous and bossy but then they just fit together seamlessly and become the strongest duo. gojo the best racer and geto the best engineer and gojo is like. i would never trade my engineer for anyone. hes a big part of the reason i win at all. ill just quit if he does. and about geto being bitter. ur right it does depend on how u see him. in this case yes obviously if hes been a racer this whole time it would feel like hes downplaying himself to be smth else and let someone take the titles he wants. but yea just i feel like if that wasnt the case stsg would have really cool dynamics. and hopefully he would know the job of engineer is really important. he has got to value himself. also imagine them maybe dating/pining and then theyre working and having to be careful with what they say during the races cause it can be recorded and used against them. like theyll say some gay shit over the radio and try to downplay it afterwards 💀 idk its just cool to think about 😭 sorry for rambling but yea just i love ur fic and it makes me think a lot

hi again!!! EDIT; if u drop ur ao3 on an ask, anon, when/if i do write it ill gift it to you

yea id defo write it as a oneshot so id probably keep it (fairly) light .. if you've read ANY of my other works inc my longform banana fish then you'll know im not really capable of writing straight fluff lol

i think it largely depends on whether riko still dies and whether getou's dad still dies. could do something really evil with that lmao...

but aside from that im kind of a fan of stories being changed by One Thing Changing, that you think is gonna change the entire dna of a story because of how important it is, and then it fails to change anything important, in the end. because the characters are still the same and they still come to the same end. its a challenge as a writer to bring them to that point with a completely different route.

that being said id probs write it around 10-20k as a oneshot set aroooouuuund 2013. it would be interesting to see how much would change with getou being an engineer rather than a racer. (considering in coanda effect, he plays a key last-race role in both yuki's second championship and gojo's first).

i guess im making this at some point lmao i found my niche... also their dynamic is so yummy defo

#fic: coanda effect

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smoments · 5 months

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✧ part 9: memories of a stranger // a satosugu reincarnation au

chapter 9: hold on to the memories

“Satoru’s late again, damn it!”

Utahime slams her phone down on the table and crosses her arms over her chest, letting out a long, exasperated sigh that clearly comes from deep within her soul.

“He’s being irresponsible, as usual.” Nanami agrees flatly, and she nods vehemently.

“I mean, really! Absolutely no respect for his elders!”

“Don’t worry, I doubt it’s personal. He’s always late with us too.” Shoko, who would have been more surprised had Satoru been punctual for once, blows a bothersome strand of hair out of her face as she scrolls absently on her phone. She’s made a habit of letting him know about plans half an hour before they actually happen, but it seems to have slipped her mind this time - still, considering they were on for right after school, she didn’t think it was necessary. Where could he possibly run off to before they met up?

She makes a mental note to never make such assumptions, because Utahime’s wrath, even if it’s not directed towards her, is anything but pleasant. She shudders picturing it, and then startles when a familiarly shameless voice rings out across the clearing.

“Hey, guys! Hope I didn’t make you wait too long!”

“GOJO SATORU!”

He sighs resignedly, like he’d been expecting this kind of response but was holding out hope for a bit of compassion, and flashes Utahime his most charmingly innocent grin (she doesn’t seem impressed).

“Okay, okay. I know what you’re thinking. But before any of that, look who I brought with me!”

“YOU MADE GETO LATE TOO!?”

“What an uncouth response! Let’s reframe that thought: Suguru might not have come if I hadn’t dragged him along!”

Suguru nods along thoughtfully as though considering this, and then speaks up after a second.

“Technically, he’s not wrong.”

“See?!”

Utahime cracks her knuckles, some of the violence visibly exiting her body.

“You’re lucky we’re already late,” she scoffs, remnants of a threat lingering in her voice (these do not go unnoticed by Satoru, who makes a mental note not to pick on her too much today). She stomps away, the fabric of her long skirt swishing in graceful contrast to her demeanor, and the two of them exchange a puzzled look, unsure whether or not to follow. When she whirls around, they flinch in unison.

“Well?! Are you coming or not?!”

Satoru’s face sharpens into a smirk. Off the hook for now, it seems.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Hmph! Don’t overdo it.”

The walk to the karaoke place is a quick one, partly because of the distance itself, but mostly because they know the path by heart. It’s a cool day somewhere on the cusp between winter and spring, if a little early for the latter, but Satoru can picture it now - can imagine how the city will transform in just a few months, all the cherry blossoms opening up and casting soft shadows that drown out their silhouettes on the sidewalk, the breeze warm and pleasant. How it will disappear as quickly as it arrives, a fleetingly beautiful burst of pink.

He glances around him, taking in his familiar surroundings. The buildings are so uniquely Tokyo, he thinks, clustered together and varying in color and size, but unified by a common tinge of gold diffused by the sunlight above. A small, shabby-looking ramen joint is tucked away in one corner; by the main street, an American fast food chain; on his right, a hotel that towers over the rest, sleek and modern. It’s something he loves about the city- its odd, beautiful amalgamation of buildings and places and people.

He glances around at his friends as he walks; half of Shoko’s face is hidden by her scarf, her chin tilted downward to bury into the soft fleece. On his other side, Suguru’s eyes trace the pavement, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. Watching them makes him feel like he should probably be chillier, so he moves to secure his own jacket. His fingers work at the cool metal of his zipper, only faltering when he feels a sudden warmth at his arm; Suguru has brushed against him, a misstep subtle enough that it could be attributed to the slight narrowness of the sidewalk, but that makes him smile nonetheless.

Satoru lifts the collar up past his flushed cheeks and looks ahead to the sky, a feeling of contentment rising in his chest. There’s been an almost tangible connection between them since that night. Moments in which they express knowledge that they should have no way of possessing become more common as they grow closer and forget to watch for slip-ups, but there’s also a sort of disconnect between these kinds of memories and normal ones. The only way he can think to describe it is an echo; like he can vaguely tell, through some sort of haze, that he knows something to be true, but when he reaches past the tendrils of fog and towards the core of the memory - because sure, he knows that Suguru loves tea, that he prefers herbal and with a single cube of sugar, but how does he know that, when he’s never seen him make it? - it dissipates into the air, leaving him with more questions unanswered than not.

The flashbulb memories are few and far between, but when they do occur - like that time at the KFC - they are so startlingly vivid, so undeniably real, that he always feels as though someone’s uprooted him from his life and placed him into this dreamlike scene regarding which he can list the time of day (an hour before sunset), what he saw (Suguru’s retreating back), what he heard (their argument, replaying in his mind long after it was over), and every single emotion that passed through his chest and everything he felt and touched and smelled. But it doesn’t matter, because he cannot move his feet, and he cannot speak.

It’s a scary feeling, to become a spectator to your own life.

He thinks these memories, the ones that are no longer his but that so often frequent his mind, are his regrets. And although he may not know what kind of person he was in that life, nor what their argument was founded on, nor why he was outside of that KFC in the first place, the regret, at least, is profoundly clear to him.

He regrets not asking Suguru to stay.

Once inside, the six of them settle into the small booth, huddled around its rectangular table like some sort of secret agency. Satoru slides his sunglasses off his head and over his eyes to augment this image, but quickly realizes it’s too dark to see anything besides five shadowy, blurry figures and slips them back up, frowning.

To distract from his disappointment, he steals the tablet while everyone else is still settling in and slipping off their jackets, humming to himself and scrolling through their music choices.

“Hey, who’s going first? Nanami, right?”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yayy, great!”

“You’re an antisocial person’s worst nightmare, as usual.” Shoko comments wryly.

“Thanks, Shoko! I try. Anyways, Nanami, whaddya think about some nice 80s music?”

Nanami’s eyebrows furrow in confusion - both at Satoru’s audacity and the fact that he automatically assumed he’d be into that kind of thing (he is, but he certainly won’t say it aloud now).

“No thank you.”

“Whaat?” Satoru laments. “How about something modern... Oh. Never mind.”

Nanami shoots him a dirty look.

“You’re literally older than me.”

“Yes, so you should respect all of my decisions. Wait, I know! Taylor Swift!”

He sighs, choosing to gloss over the irony of Satoru’s first statement and instead appreciate that this is not an entirely unbearable option. At the very least, he justifies, he should accept before it devolves into unknown territory.

“...Fine.”

“Really?! How about ‘tolerate it?’”

Nanami frowns.

“That doesn’t seem very appropriate, given this situation.”

“Actually, it very appropriately describes my feelings right now.”

What a drama queen.

He rolls his eyes and tips his head back against the cushion of his seat, trying to savor his final few seconds of peace while Satoru, taking great delight in holding someone else’s fate in his hands, scrolls furiously through the list of songs. It’s been hardly ten seconds when his eyes light up (never a good sign), and he brandishes the screen with a proud flourish.

“Nanami, look! I think you’ll like this one!”

“Put your head on my shoulder…”

“Yes, just like that, but less murder and more heart! Unless your vision is enemies to lovers?”

“Hold me in your arms… baby…”

Nanami’s voice has always had a naturally pleasing cadence to it, one that should come across when he’s singing as well, but the fact that he’s doing so through gritted teeth does interfere slightly with his ability. Maybe it’s the stance, too? - Satoru’s pretty sure that you have to fully adopt the mannerisms of a singer to emulate them, and Nanami looks more like he’s being held at gunpoint than anything: rigid and slightly twitchy, his gaze fixed on the wall above their heads to avoid any unwanted eye contact with his spectators.

“Nanami, I can sing too!” Haibara offers in an act of intended solidarity that instead serves to make the other’s mortification more clearly pronounced.

“No, that’s quite alright,” he replies weakly, and looks back to the screen, his voice veering slightly off-tune.

“Put your lips next to… what? Okay, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Nooo, don’t give up, Nanami! This is your dream!” Satoru protests dramatically, leaning against Suguru and clutching at his arm for literally no reason.

“Karaoke is not my dream! Nor is publicly embarrassing myself.”

“Come back soon, Nanami. We’ll miss you.”

Suguru smiles in that characteristically enigmatic way that makes it difficult to discern whether he’s teasing or being entirely genuine, and Satoru snorts with laughter, inadvertently loosening his grip on his counterpart.

“That’s enough out of all of you.” Nanami turns to walk out, and then pauses on his way out the door. “But yes, I’ll return quickly.”

Satoru sighs in defeat as the booth goes quiet, the screen in the back of the room still sounding gentle music and flashing bright, neon letters that mirror onto the opposite wall with a sort of picturesque glow.

“How am I gonna get him into the music industry now?”

“That’s entirely your fault, Satoru. We should have eased him into it. Stardom doesn’t come naturally for all of us.” Utahime replies dismissively, moving to pick the tablet off the table.

“Anyways, Shoko, we should sing something!” She adds, her voice turning almost instantaneously cheerful. Shoko lifts a curious brow and scoots closer to take a look at their options.

During the final chorus of a dramatic rendition of “Stay with Me” by Miki Matsubara (he’s pretty sure it’s not supposed to be a duet, but the two pull it off well enough) that has Satoru questioning whether Shoko has some unresolved trauma that she hasn’t yet revealed to them, Nanami returns, quickly shutting the door behind himself before any sound can leak out into the empty hallway. He relaxes against the wall to watch the conclusion, and then applauds awkwardly as the other three burst into delighted cheering.

“That was very emotional, don’t you think?” Suguru offers when the noise dies down. Shoko shrugs, a cryptic grin playing at her lips.

“Of course. Any good singer knows how to instill a sense of passion into their music.”

“And we’re definitely making it on The Bachelorette.” Utahime adds with enthusiasm that more than makes up for her lack of accuracy. Shoko purses her lips thoughtfully.

“Isn’t that a dating show?”

“Well, I’m not American!”

“Yeah, and I bet we’d win that too, anyways.”

They giggle to each other, their cheeks flushed pink with lingering exertion from their performance, and Satoru watches with a half-grin; they look somehow free when they laugh like this, Shoko suddenly a mirror of her high-school self. When they've all gathered together for little reason other than to enjoy each others' company, like now, he sometimes gets the sense that for a few short hours, they are far removed from the tribulations of everyday life. It's a pocket of reprieve carved out between occasionally too-long weeks and stressful classes, a reminder that just because he is no longer considered a child doesn't mean he's lost the right to feel like one - doesn't mean he's lost the right to simply exist, and for that to be enough.

And then he feels that abrupt tug in his chest that reminds him of how fond he is of all of them, of everyone sitting in this cramped and slightly stuffy karaoke booth, and a wave of warmth swallows him. It’s embarrassingly easy to want to be sentimental in moments like these - to want to stand up and announce to everybody in that room that he loves them and is wholeheartedly glad that they’ve all happened to cross paths in this life, whether or not it is the first time.

But he doesn’t do that, because it would probably ruin the moment and he’s fairly sure they’d tell him to sit back down.

Hell, he’d tell himself to sit back down.

“Satoru, you look teary all of a sudden.” Suguru’s voice breaks him out of his sappiness, and he blanches at the knowing smile tugging at the other’s lips.

“What?! No, you can’t see! I have my sunglasses on!” He pulls them down over his eyes, smirking proudly, and Suguru snickers.

“Yeah, and I don’t think you can either.”

“Ha! Of course I can. That’s-“ Satoru’s so focused on crafting a believable excuse that he barely notices Shoko’s hand moving through the air in front of his face until she swipes his glasses, sliding them up her nose without giving him time to react.

“How do I look?” she asks Utahime, looking around disorientedly and pulling a stupid pose that definitely doesn’t resemble him at all.

“Ooh, much better than the original.” Utahime grasps her shoulders gently, spinning Shoko to face her instead of the screen mounted on the wall. She gasps and points an accusing finger at Nanami.

“Woah! You were right, Geto! They’re pitch-black!”

“Shoko, wrong way again!” Haibara cries.

“Confirmed: Satoru actually can’t see anything ever.”

“Gimme my glasses back! Ugh, it’s always your own people, too.”

Shoko pointedly ignores him and lowers her voice a few octaves, clearing her throat dramatically.

“I’m Gojo Satoru, and I’m always late to everything.” (This makes Nanami crack up).

“So lame!”

“Okay, our karaoke time’s running out - somebody sing!” Suguru, the first to regain his composure, finally cuts through the commotion. Satoru, of course, deciding that he hasn’t been the center of positive attention in a few minutes too long, gets to his feet quickly and extends a hand to Suguru, who blinks up at him bemusedly.

“Suguru! Will you do me the honor of joining me in a duet?”

“When I said somebody, I didn’t mean, like, me.“

“We must be the change we wish to see in the world.”

“Yeah… for equal rights and stuff like that.”

“No, you have to sing with me!”

Shoko lifts her phone, waving it in the air casually to draw their attention, and they both snap their heads over.

“I agree, actually. Hold up. I know just the song.”

“And I can go anywhere I want…”

“ANYWHERE I WANT, JUST NOT HOME!”

“And you can aim for my heart, go for blood…”

“But you would still miss me IN YOUR BONES!”

They continue on like this for a few verses, alternating between Satoru screaming his heart out and Suguru doing his best to keep to the rhythm of the original song - quite the contrast to accustom oneself to every five seconds.

“You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same…”

Suguru tosses Satoru an offhand glance as he takes a deep breath, preparing to deliver the final line with a full reserve of emotion, and he has to fight a smile.

He really isn’t very good.

“Cursing my name! Wishing I stayed! Look at how my tears ricochet.”

This thought is abrupt, and it crosses his mind at the same time that a wave of fondness rises in his chest. It’s true. Satoru kind of sucks at singing. He’s far too over-the-top, even during the softest, most whispery parts of the song, and he can’t sing in tune for the life of him. He probably knows this, too, and even then - even then, there’s something invigorating about the way he belts out each word like it’s his last. It’s almost endearing to watch someone who’s so comfortable with his flaws, so comfortable in his own skin, that projecting his lack of talent across the room in front of all of his friends isn’t something he shies away from.

It’s fortunate that the song has already ended, because if he had any lines left, he’d miss them. Suguru can’t drag his gaze off of him - can hardly remember how to put words together. He watches as Satoru’s eyes fly open, his chest heaving slightly, and his stare drifts to Suguru. He offers him that characteristic grin as he adjusts his sunglasses to settle in his shock of white hair, and Suguru realizes he’s been wearing them since the beginning of the song - despite being indoors and probably struggling to make out the words written on the karaoke screen.

What an idiot. What was he trying to accomplish by doing that?

Satoru tilts his head as Suguru looks away, an exasperated laugh escaping his slightly parted lips. A new song has begun. Chatter from each corner of the booth vaguely registers in Satoru’s mind, translating into white noise and slipping out of his field of consciousness. He leans closer to Suguru, his voice rising in indignace.

“Hey-! Wanna explain what’s so funny-“

He looks toward him, and they lock eyes. Suguru is laughing, in a way that he’s never seen before, and he suddenly feels sorry for every past version of himself for thinking he knew what living meant before he’d ever laid his eyes on such a sight.

Something in Satoru’s vision shifts, and now Suguru is there, but he’s not - his surroundings open up and fill with light, a soft, yellow hue - his clothes are dark, a rich shade of navy marked with a gold-striped button - It’s like a dream, but it is undeniably him.

And then it’s over, and the ringing in his ears dies down. He’s wide-eyed, his heart beating out of his chest, and practically reeling with disbelief. The background noise returns, and his ears prick up at the soft melody of this new song, playing quietly amidst a euphony of laughter and movement and speech.

“…please don’t ever become a stranger

whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.”

And suddenly, he knows exactly what his next painting will be.

#jjk #satosugu #fanfiction #coffee shop au #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #alternate universe #gojo satoru #geto suguru #crying screaming throwing up

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savrenim · 2 years

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fantastic long submission from @ghost-of-fish that tumblr Will Not Let Me Post so guess I’m posting it here below cut

;-; I really need to get my hands on an ao3 account so I can bookmark the frankly, absurdly copious amount of fanfics I know, but we'll manage. Following the last ask, these are also AU fics that have Dabi, Hawks, and Aizawa featured in them. Thought we can get a lil of everyone this way; but some of them are DabiHawks fics, because you honestly cannot find a fic without them as some kind of ship so apologies if you're not into that, but hey they're funny! Speaking of funny, I find it so hilarious that your favorite character is Gojo and you stan THESE THREE, go ahead and hit Gojo with a mallet and these are the pieces you get. Dabi has the white hair and blue eyes, Hawks has the story, Aizawa is a teacher. "Razzmatazz" by xylophones. This fic makes me so angry, but that's because the author is incredible at portraying social media. "Parallax" by petrichor (findingkairos) Everything is the same, but Shouto likes math and stars, and ngl it was way better and soothing than you'd think. He also interns with Hawks and that makes Best Jeanist's job so much harder, but gives the HPSC everything that they want. "Children of Fate" by lucky1205 The most AU fic you could ever imagine, it is phenomenal how they re-worked the entire story, I am blown away, it could be it's own fandom. And yet, you can still recognize all the characters with how well it was blended together. "area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory" and "Forest Fire Furby" both by crimsonseekers I feel like the titles are self-explanatory, but Dabi's Furby Nomu Adventures, and Dabi and LOV accidentally end up doing Vigilante Justice in trying to find Dabi's identity, throwing away useless documents and it snowballs from there. "Low Life" by ScreamHoney Dabi gets adopted by a cafe lady, wholesomeness everywhere. "Hawks-Sensei" by GC4life Literally just Hawks as a U.A Teacher, also lots of wholesomeness. These two just have that slice of life vibe, but this one goes through canon events with headcanons. "Steal Your Heart" by darlingest This fic caught my attention with the line, "In one week, I, Hawks, will steal the heart of Endeavor’s son. Catch me if you can!" and I am a sucker for art thief energy here and oof complicated relationship with Touya and his dad. This fic reads like some kind of classic movie. "Personality Swap AU" by BelleAmant. (Tuesday is Aizawa, To New Heights is Hawks.) Izuku acting like a variety of different characters. Everyone is shooketh. "Black Cat Cafe" by Gotcocomilk Ngl, I don't remember a lick of this fic and have been wanting to re-read it. It's one of the fandom olds, and what I remember is that the author wrote beautiful sentences. Follows Aizawa's Vigilante adventures in adopting children and kind of saving the world. "an infinity between you and me" by charmspeak You've read Gojo as Dabi, now here's Hawks and Gojo co-existing. "A Complementary Dream" by Live Izuku and his spray-painting adventures. Peaceful. "Hawks Goes Feral ™ And Hunts Down Some Bastards" by Do_it_for_the_v1n3 The 4am coffee making decisions energy of this fic. "Omniscience" by onelittlebirdiesittingonthesill Another incredible AU fic, where Izuku owns a cafe, adopts Shinsou and Touya as roommates and employee respectively, ends up trending on twitter, the story really sucks you in with shenanigans of his day to day life. "Lines Crossed" by DrAphra Another fic that drives me insane, the plot is INSANE. How does the author even keep track of it. I blame Dabi, everything always hits the fan when he's involved, in fic and in fandom/canon so go figure everything snowballs because of him. But ngl, the sheer chaos in the plot as you get deeper into it is heart-poundingly genius. My top two fav moments will always be the the marble thing with Shigaraki and Dabi, (pure brilliance, the creativity) and the fight between Hawks and AFO, the banter and the moment the sky fell :) "Maudlin Murmurs" by Zaylix Thrown in because it crossed my dash and I skimmed it lol. "An Exposé on Childhood Trauma: Hawks Edition" by whathappenedbro We all love a little trauma expose here. Speaking of trauma, there's also a fic out there where Class 1A gets hit by a fear quirk, runs and scatters and Aizawa has to find them, but I am struggling to find it. Some of the Dabi fics I wanted to give you were deleted, and the Aizawa ones can't recall the names of, but I'll keep an eye out. This'll do for now!! There will definitely be a part two to this once I have free time, look forward to it! I'm leaning towards wholesome Dadzawa moments with his class, probably more Dabi AUs tbh, or identity reveal fics, some gen Hawks, and Class 1A social media future fics, actually hold up. Additional rec: Fun At Hero Con by wolfsrainrules see it all in bloom by aloneintherain Perfect fics, tbh. Fic catharsis. ENDNOTE: Tumblr was annoying and wouldn't let me send a single, really long ask so I hope you don't mind submissions. It'll let me type one, but not send, so I guess that was never a possibility :') Just learning this, so I had to squash my anonymous lurker behavior so this huge post wouldn't go to waste.

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no ur good you are my HERO this all looks SO AMAZING and I am SO EXCITED TO CHECK OUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE

#bnha #I managed to find 'area cryptid' myself but the rest are new #I am laughing so hard bc you are So Right about hitting Gojo with a mallet #SO excited about all of these and cannot thank you enough

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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Nanami Kento (Highlighted Posts)

Updated 12/24/21

Asks:

"Ma'am, Nanami Kento just fucking infatuated with chubby/fat reader, pls 🤲🏼" x

"Big Dick Men silent af..........Kento Nanami is just the perfect candidate for this 👀" x

"okay "nanami was probably such a tsundere as a teen" LIKE YES HE WAS" x

"lol nanami reverse parking while his hands are behind your seat even when there's a perfectly fine rear view camera in his car" x

"i think nanami is the kind of person who would make you a playlist but wouldn't share it with you but rather he would play it while the two of you are in the car and would ask you if you like the songs or not." x

"Not the NSFW you're looking for but here's one bc I just spent 9 hours working on a work project on a Sunday 🥲🥲🥲🥲" x

"Gonna say Nanami likes sleepy sleepy sex after a long day of work" x

"babes…. i’m gonna need u to elaborate on chubbychaser! voyeur!nanami…. like PLEASEEEE" x

"what would happen if gojo DRAGGED nanami to a stripclub?" x

"i LOVE ur nanami x chubby reader contenttt ahhh i don't know if you take requests but por favor grace us with some more of your nanami x chubby reader content 🥺🥺" x

"you dear woman of taste, how you think drunk!nanami is?" x

"Nanami would jerk off thinking about his crush to then have a mental breakdown on how ashamed he feels doing that and proceeds to do it again the next day" x

"ok you cannot tell me Nanami isn't a possessive mf" x

"Asshole" x

"Nanami wanting chubby reader to sit on his face" x

"Pussy Drunk Nanami!!!" x

"My take is that Nanami prefers missionary vanilla sex" x

"Nothing wrong w hcs that hes rough ofc but just want to see more soft nanami." x

"Head empty just Nanami interrupting your talk by sealing your lips with his." x

"nanami with an insatiable reader would just be a mess" x

"Lesse lesse let’s go with Nanami’s home life and upbringing if that tickles your fancy" x

"Thoughts about yandere nanami and chubby reader? 🥰🥰" x

"hi so you know the nanami headcanons with him being a momma boy and his upbringing, well what would happen if you know…him bringing chubby reader to meet them and his family loves her. all fluff up here" x

"Can we talk about how Nanami would be obsessed with getting married with you" x

"do you think nanami would be the kind of husband that's like "wait i think i left something" before going to work and proceeds to crash his lips on his wife's" x

"if ur chubby requests are still open, could i ask for a chubby reader x nanami drabble where reader gets a little insecure because of namami’s obsession with watching her face while she cums, so nanami counters by making her cum until she’s too fucked out to care??" x

"A Meal Fit for a King" x

"Pretty please could you make a fic about AU where Nanami simps for reader, he reads fanfiction and jerks off to smut, he just wishes reader was real" x

"currently having the feminine urge for nanami to fold me into a mating press and stuffing me w his babies" x

Drabbles:

"Nanami isn’t a possessive person per say; he just likes doing things that let people know you’re together." x

"Thinking about Nanami having a rough day and coming home" x

"Nanami Kento isn't one for grand gestures to declare a person's love." x

"Tsundere Teen Nanami x Chubby Reader" x

"Ok but im imagining Nanami (who gets joy from taking care of his partner and letting them use his money however they pls) and me (somone who feels immense guilt when anyone spends even $10 on me)" x

"Nanami is surprisingly incredible at giving massages" x

"Thoughts on Nanami wanting to take care of his s/o" x

"Oh to be the cute chubby camgirl that Nanami watches every week 💕" x

"blowjob" x

Fics:

"a wonderful way to decompress" x

"let me take care of you" x

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nanaminokanojo · 3 years

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Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 1/8

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANAMI!! 🎂

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The final road before the bend that led to Gojo Manor stretched before Nanami, signaled by the consistent shield of the ancient cryptomeria trees that lined the road side. The forest was a momentary relief from the glare of the sun reflecting on the windshield of his silver Lexus. Such was the inconvenience of driving in the middle of a bright day when the sun was at its pedestal, making no room for shadows, no reprieve from the heat. He detested it.

A sigh escaped his lips. It’s supposed to be the beginning of autumn, he was thinking for the umpteenth time that day. He would really appreciate it if the Siberian winds would herald the actual beginning of the season. Yes, he thought. That would be nice.

The weather was, nevertheless, the least of his worries, and as he finally made the turn to the incongruously long gravel driveway of the estate, the real cause of his anxiety reared its head to the surface, presaged by the denser shadows of trees and the high gables of the colossal structure that housed the seat of the Gojo clan. It was supposed to be unfounded, his apprehension, or so he tried to convince himself since deciding to make an appearance earlier than expected. He couldn’t keep it at bay anymore when the emotion was mixed with hopeful anticipation. An odd combination, indeed.

He had no choice but to come, or rather, he wanted to come. It was for an important occasion anyway, Gojo Satoru and Utahime Iori’s wedding week specifically. If he was being honest, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. If it was significant to two of the most important people in his life then the same applies where his views on the matter was concerned. After all, he greatly appreciated it that Gojo chose him as his best man, well one of them anyway. The man could never make up his mind if he tried so, breaking the traditional order of things, he has two “best men” – him and Geto Suguru.

Much to the groom-to-be’s disappointment, Nanami initially planned to show up a day before the ceremony itself. It was an added displeasure to the fact that Geto wasn’t going to show up until later that week as he was overseas for work. Gojo still probably was disappointed since Nanami did not exactly say anything about showing up earlier. But when he saw an opening in his jampacked schedule which was rare, he took the opportunity to take time off work. As annoying as Gojo was, he did not deserve to have two absent best men on his wedding week. Besides, a week away from the firm wouldn’t hurt, and he thought it was a good way to unwind before his big case.

If he would be able to unwind anyway.

The man had been sure of how he would manage through the occasion if he only spent a maximum of two days surrounded by crowds which were sure to be invited to the happy celebration. After all, nobody ever expected the young master of the Gojo Clan to ever be serious enough about anyone romantically, much less get married. Now that he had to stay for longer, giving chances to more occurrences of a variety of events, he wasn’t so certain. Anything could happen at Gojo Manor. Anything.

His optimism relied on that fact. Troublesome things usually happened with Gojo and Geto together, throw in the other members of the family and the other clans in the area, but Nanami was betting everything on this week.

A pair of cool, aqua eyes met his dark orbs the moment he stepped into the semi-outdoor ballroom of the opulent house. It was always like instinct, the way Nanami’s senses seem to heighten and hyper focus on one person, all else tuned out and seemingly nonexistent. Like always, without a hitch, he found you.

Alas. If he was questioning the reason for his hopefulness, that wasn’t the case anymore.

There you were, stood on the elevated corner by the refreshments table. You appeared like a celestial being walking among mortals, the halo of silvery white hair shimmering under the sunlight filtering through the room making you seem as if you did not exactly exist in the same realm as everyone else.

You were initially not paying attention to anyone despite your cousin, Miwa, chatting away beside you. But then, you leaned towards the latter when she whispered something, being equally conspiratorial by raising your champagne flute to your mouth. By the looks of it, prior to that, you have long tuned them out, Miwa and her friends, what with your poor attempt at pretending to pay attention. Nanami knew you have mastered the art of doing so since you were a child. It wasn't on purpose, or so you say. You were simply oblivious most of the time or you just didn't care. And you tended to only see and hear what you wanted.

At the moment, he was the object of your attention. He was sure of it, unable to help but to be much too aware of it, nerves pulled to their limits like piano strings conditioned to make sounds at the slightest of touch of its ebony and ivory keys. The feeling he had made you real, existing. He wasn’t imagining at all.

At times, he still could not believe that he watched you grow up to the person you are at present. The first time he knew of your existence was when Gojo invited him and some of their other friends to that very house in middle school. You were just as remarkable as a child as you are as a grown woman, much too quick-witted and eloquent at six even as your nanny carried you astride her hip, looking very much like a female infant version of Gojo. The bright blue eyes you shared with the male shone with the same intelligence he possessed, probably more, even without doing or saying anything. It just emanated from the two of you even if Gojo behaved like an utter idiot at times.

You shifted your line of vision to Miwa who was inconspicuously flailing her hands as a silent and agitated command for the other girls to disperse when she saw Nanami approaching. In a split second, you were alone. Miwa has always been unreasonably fidgety around him but he never quite understood why.

"I seemed to have driven away your company," he said to you the moment he was within earshot, watching you exchange your empty glass for another that's full.

You finally faced him, your scintillating eyes glittering under the wide skylights above. They were fathomless as they were luminous, shining with mischief. It was a familiar sight. From a state of tedium, they seem to come alive at the idea of tormenting him.

"I don't mind."

Of course not. The corners of his mouth curled inconspicuously at that similarity he shared with you. "I seem to always offend that cousin of yours."

"Not really. Frighten is more like it." Your eyes stayed on him even as you drank from your glass.

"Frightened?" Nanami repeated with inflection. He knew Miwa was awkward around him, but it was news that she was afraid of him. He didn’t have anything against her since unlike you, she was actually a sweet girl.

"Well, you have always been purposefully abrasive, you have taken the language of sarcasm to a whole new level and you are a grouch," you told him without batting an eyelash when everyone else was intimidated by him. You were probably the only one who could treat him that way. Not even your brother who is his best friend could do that and mean it.

His planned glance turned into a sidelong stare when he saw how you were eyeing him the same way. The difference was that you had a knowing look about you, evident in the way your eyes shone with diablerie and the contumelious curl at the corners of your luscious lips.

"Is that your opinion of me?" he asked, his expressions remaining stoic. Inside, it was a different story. You are the last being on earth he wanted to view him the way others usually did. He always thought you acted around him differently – defied him, messed with his head (and heart if he was being honest), and annoyed him – because you saw him differently, too. He liked that idea, the feeling it gives him. It was already enough that you are forbidden territory because you are his best friend's little sister. He didn't want you to turn out to be just like everyone else.

You grinned but didn't satisfy his query with a response. It was just like you to keep him guessing that way. You loved your games and especially loved to play them with him. He liked to play along at times, but it gets difficult to keep up with your antics. Your thought process was something he still has to figure out despite years of knowing you.

Seeing that he wasn't getting anywhere by engaging you, he said, "Where's the groom-to-be?"

You pointed at the direction of the wood-framed glass doors leading to the indoor salon where your brother was speaking to one of the organizers for his wedding.

When Nanami followed your line of vision, he found the person in question. On a long table before Gojo were different arrangements of flowers, all in shades of pink, cream and white. Honestly, he saw no difference but Gojo was eyeing them as if choosing the right one will solve global warming.

"Being fussy about the flower arrangements more than his bride, obviously." Shaking his head, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his grey, pinstriped slacks before facing you again. "You think it's a good time to step in?"

At that, you smirked openly. "Wanna play a game, Nanamin?" you asked, appearing and sounding innocent as you addressed him with that nickname you knew he hated.

"Sure," he said without hesitation, knowing well the kind of person you are when you’re refused.

"No protestations this time, I see. You're learning."

He shot you a withering look, pushing his glasses up his nose. "That coming from a childish brat. I won't take offense." He immediately regretted saying that when he saw how your eyes glinted with something sinister. What it was, he didn't know, but he was sure about one thing: he just walked into another one of your traps willingly.

"Whoever gets a rise out of Satoru wins," you said, cocking your head to your brother's general direction.

That was easy, he thought. The fact that he showed up for the week-long preparations for the nuptials was enough to draw out a profound reaction from Gojo. Nanami was just that kind of best friend – absent. In his defense, he did make it to the important parts just in time, but this was something new to Gojo. For all he knew, he wasn't even expecting him to arrive until the wedding.

"Fine." He nodded at you, the action very minute. He was never big on actions. "We'll talk about the compensation later."

You returned the gesture with saccharine mordacity to it. "Alright." However, instead of moving towards the goal, you walked towards the other direction, signaling for him to go first.

It was an easy victory. The moment he walked into the salon, Gojo’s attention was immediately pulled away from the flower arrangements, his eyes going wide as saucers as he took in the fact that his best man arrived way ahead of time.

"Who are you and what have you done to Nanami Kento?" he asked aloud, making some of the guests for the day's luncheon turn towards them. He was evidently elated, his wife-to-be coming to join in, hugging Nanami while he clapped the man on the shoulder.

"I wouldn't miss this happy occasion for the world," Nanami told the couple, trying his best to convey his thoughts without sounding patronizing. That would be overdoing things even if it meant he would win against you. He wasn’t big on emotions and sentiments either.

All the while, his eyes furtively strayed to you, his competitor, watching you from way across the ballroom, sipping leisurely at your champagne as if you cannot be bothered. However, if Nanami thought he has seen the worst that you can do, he couldn't have been more mistaken in his life.

In the next moment, you entered the salon, appearing self-satisfied as you sauntered towards them, looking like a queen surveying your domain. "Well, well. If it isn't the big shot lawyer himself, coming to grace us with his presence!"

He clucked his tongue, reading through your ploy. You weren’t exactly one for theatrics most of the time, typically straightforward and brutally frank, but your games were as intricate as they were vexing. Nanami turned to face you just enough to conceal his expression from Gojo and Utahime, arching a brow at you in both challenge and question.

In a flash of black and white, you have taken your place in front of him barely a foot away. Your intention to further close the distance between the both of you only became evident when both your hands shot forward, taking possession of both sides of his face as you willed him to bend to your height, tiptoeing to make up for the remaining space. In a brief but seemingly drawn-out sequence of events, you staked your claim on his slightly parted mouth in a scorching lip lock.

Nanami was momentarily distracted by the faint taste of champagne, that detail registering in his brain before the sensation of your pliant lips pressed against his. The realization dawned too late making blood rush up to his head and for his ears to ring as he froze and burned simultaneously. His arms had unconsciously found their way around your slender waist, the feel of your warmth under your taffeta dress searing his palms. It was more for the purpose of steadying himself than you on your precariously high heels. The mere touch of your hand made him incoherent, but the feeling of your lips on his drove him to irrationality. The slim likeliness of the act happening between him and you made it feel as if he was going to pass out or wake up from a long, vivid dream.

He was there. He exists. You were there, real as can be. And you were kissing him.

Gasps erupted from all around, and before he knew it, you have pulled away, releasing your grip on him. As if he couldn’t dig his grave any deeper and punctuate his loss any further, Nanami leaned towards you, chasing your lips, attempting to continue your little interlude, uncaring of where you were or who was watching. After having a tiny taste of it, the absence of your touch affronted him like no other. If having you that close was what it meant to lose, then he will gladly have it.

Your laughter snapped him out of his trance. When his vision focused, he found you leaning away, your hand pressed against his chest to keep him at bay.

“Eager, aren’t we?” you said loud enough for him to hear, and for everyone’s benefit, you droned on, saying, “Been dying to do that since I saw you come in.”

Dazed, he just stared at you before him, the fact that he did not just lose to you within the premise of the game registering in his mind like a flash of lightning. Blood rushed to his head, heat permeating from the base of his neck to his scalp when his eyes strayed to Gojo who looked scandalized.

“You…what…” the other male endeavored to speak, but nothing coherent came out of his mouth, his blue eyes rapidly shifting between you and Nanami while his fiancée giggled beside him.

Indifferent to everything else and your sights only set on the object of your trickery, you tittered, savoring the hilarity of the situation. At least, to you, it was funny. “See you around, Nanamin,” you drawled and left with that confident gait, shaking your head in levity.

He wanted to join in on your conviviality, but the idea dissipated faster than water under intense heat when he saw his best friend eyeing him like he was about to castrate him. Nanami straightened up, rearranging his expression to that of quiet shock, laying it on thick by blinking cluelessly as if it was typical of him but Gojo was having none of it.

Ah, the joys of losing to you, he could just think despite his impending doom. Or maybe he was doomed to begin with. He couldn’t care less with the pleasant tingling of his lips and the memory of yours, the taste lingering on his tongue.

“You and me, in the game room. You’ve a lot of explaining to do.”

If Nanami would be asked how many times he lost to you, he wouldn’t have an answer. At least not for what is healthy for his pride and because he lost count. His only consolation was that he wasn’t the only one who had ever been under your thumb over the years you have had the upper hand. You’ve always had the advantage, and one way or the other, regardless of the odds of the games you played, be it tomfoolery or serious bets, you invariably have a way of turning them into your favor.

He could well say his chances of winning cases in court is higher compared to the fact that you always bested him in life. It frustrated him to no end.

“Wanna play a game?” Those were always the words which heralded a series of infuriating inconveniences that he, along with some other individuals, had to be subjected to ever since you acquired your penchant for mischief and seeming thirst to challenge if not victimize people.

Those words, paired with a ridiculous nickname of your choosing for each of your conquests gave one no choice but to engage. The way you say it was enough to rile even someone who just happened to be listening, as if you were surreptitiously patronizing the person of your choosing. The unreadable expression on your face when you initiate your games also makes one’s hackles rise. While Gojo had the same tendency to be condescending when he wanted to be, you were exponentially more menacing compared to him.

In your defense, you never did it to everyone. It was as if you have a rationale behind the selection of people you felt like messing with. Your criteria was not something that is known to anybody else. At first, it was just Gojo. Then Geto and Shoko Ieiri, another close friend of your brother, got a taste of it until finally, it was his turn. Anyone none the wiser would think your ‘affections’ were solely focused on Gojo’s friends, but apparently, it wasn’t the case.

There were three kinds of people where your games were concerned: people you didn’t give a damn about, those you liked to play with and those you engaged with but eventually stopped being a pain to.

Most people around you were the first type since you mostly didn’t give two fucks about them. For some reason, it had become a sort of status quo in the Gojo household to be included in your sphere but few were lucky enough to hold your attention long enough.

The third kind were people who seemed to have reached an understanding with you. Geto, Utahime and Shoko used to be casualties in your ploys, but after a game or two, they’ve eventually ‘graduated,’ and you treated them like equals. Apart from that, there seems to be an exceptional case when you did not have to inflict yourself on the person just like in the case of your closest friend, Itadori Yuuji. That kid was special somehow, and Nanami thought perhaps he was, too, until you got started with him.

As for him and Gojo, they were still people you liked to torment. His theory was that you were looking for something from the people you play with. If you find it, you stop. It wasn’t a theory anymore that it was a sort of defense mechanism if he deduced right, judging from the situations which led to the change in your behavior.

It all started when you came home from boarding school overseas after finishing your freshman year in high school. Gojo had invited them over as per usual for the summer events being held at their estate but suddenly started talking about his concerns over you.

“She’s distant,” he said with a sigh when asked about it. Apparently, your parents were upset over you decision not to attend the school of their choice anymore and threatened to drop out and run away if they insisted further. “And there seems to be something wrong with her. She seems different somehow. Very snappy and always in a foul mood. She rarely leaves her room, and when we try to help, she gets angrier.”

“She’s in that phase, huh?” Shoko mused. “Want me to talk to her?”

Gojo insisted to do it, being all dramatic and saying he had been a lousy brother. But that’s when you started being the way you were. You weren’t an angry teen anymore, just someone who indulged yourself by toying with others without regard to whose expense and to what extent. Most of them were harmless, but you very nearly endangered two of your friends, too.

Nanami dug his own grave when he purposefully tried to have a go at you, pointing out your mistakes in an attempt to intervene at that time. You used to be rather passive where he was concerned, polite even, but then everything changed that night.

He was somehow glad that you decided to approach him when you needed help when you usually gravitated towards Geto, surprised to see you at his doorstep past midnight and looking ashen.

First, you dared this new girl, Kugisaki Nobara, to sneak into the abandoned factory at night, and the girl ended up hurting yourself. You looked so regretful and distraught while explaining what happened on the ride to the factory, and for the first time, he realized that you only ever challenged people you held a certain degree of fondness for. Everything ended well without anybody else knowing of your mishaps but him, and in a twist of fate, she even became your first real friend.

And then, you started yet another game with Fushiguro Megumi, effectively getting him kicked out his father’s clan. You weren’t exactly aware about the deeper reason as to why his family wanted him to be close to you, only that you found displeasure in it because he was a groom candidate. It was common among old clans like yours, and when you dared him to tell your parents he had no intention of marrying you, your brother had to intervene and take the boy in, ending up registered under Gojo Clan instead. While his family was trash in all sense of the word, you were still at fault since you ruined his only chance at being accepted by the clan head. Still, he, too, became your friend, and more than that, an adopted brother.

“Is this some attention-seeking behavior you’ve learned somewhere?” Nanami asked you that time.

“I get attention without as much as lifting a finger being who I am.” You snorted. “I can’t expect everything to be positive though.”

He was taken aback by your statement then. Still, he tested his theory. You were different after all. While some people admired you for your genius and your otherworldly looks, there will always be those who hated you for it. It was like a repeat of Gojo, except that he had them, his friends. Whom did you have?

“Are you being bullied at school?”

At that, your pupils constricted, your bright eyes turning icy as you regarded him. You were quiet for a moment as you stared, not exactly enraged but your brows furrowed together. Nanami could see the cogs in your brain moving through your eyes when you slowly grinned and said those four words: “Wanna play a game?”

He’s been losing to you ever since, not really knowing what you want and what set you off, hell-bent on making him miserable at every opportunity you could take.

It wasn’t all different at present.

The moment he heard the click of the doorknob and your scent – a mix of crisp autumn air, vanilla and a hint of something that reminded him of happiness – registered in his brain, he froze on his chair in the study where he was currently taking notes on his upcoming case. It was a trade-off for the length of time he would be gone from the law firm he worked at. His grip on his pen tightened that he thought he would break it to splinters when he saw you from his periphery, still looking like a goddess, fresh and gorgeous despite the day's affairs.

You were so painfully beautiful that concentrating on the file before him was proving to be difficult. Everything else didn't make sense to him whenever you were in the same room as he is. It didn't help that you kissed him in front of everyone just a few hours ago. He couldn't forget the feeling no matter how many times he convinced himself that it was just you playing your games; that it was nothing. He wished it was otherwise, not that it helped in his cause a bit.

"What on earth was that about?" Gojo demanded, pulling him aside to the game room like a child who did something naughty. In fairness to him, he was still fond enough of Nanami to offer him a drink but, indeed, he thought, what on earth was that about?

He shrugged. "Have you met your sister? Surely, you know just what crazy antics she has up her sleeves. She gets her annoying side from you anyway."

The answer seemed to have placated the male for the time being but if you were going to continue with your mischief, Nanami has no way of telling where things can go. And judging by your confident gait and the complacent grin swathed on your countenance, you were up to no good again.

He carded his fingers through his blond locks, leaning back on the chair as he furtively watched you.

"Do you need anything?" he asked calmly despite himself.

"Hmm. I won," you murmured, rounding the heavy oak desk before vaulting yourself up on it to sit just beside his papers, your eyes zeroing in on the files.

He shot you an accusing glare. "What was that about?"

You arched a brow at him, wrenching your gaze from the documents with a frown, the way your eyes widened in mock innocence making him want to box your ears. "What was what about, Nanamin?” The preposterous nickname rolled off your tongue tauntingly. “I thought you hated questions that can be openly interpreted."

"Why did you kiss me?" he snapped.

"Well..." You openly mocked him with a smile. "Could there be any other reason apart from our bet?"

"Of all the things you could think of, you went for something that would give your brother a heart attack not to mention that it put me in hot waters."

“Isn’t that the objective of our little bet?”

He sighed. "This is the last time I'm indulging you."

"Eh? You said that the last time we saw each other, too." You feigned exasperation. "Doesn't change the fact that you lost again though."

"What do you want?" He finally sat up straight, stacking the documents on the table. "Why are you sitting there anyway?"

"You're right." You jumped off the desk and much to his confusion, instead of taking one of the seats at the other side of the table, you swatted his arm from the papers and sat on his lap like he was an easy chair.

"What –"

You turned to him then, your faces just inches from one another. "Is this better?" you asked as if you saw nothing wrong with your iffy position.

Nanami didn't know what to do with, his arms remaining still on his sides while he just stared at you as if you grew two heads. "Is this another one of your games?"

You leaned closer to him, your bright eyes drowning him. "You tell me." You laughed then. "I wasn't the one who couldn't get enough of this afternoon's kiss."

He shrugged before he could run away with his thoughts. You were right. He did want to kiss you more, but it wasn't as if he could.

Just then, you reached over and removed the glasses that were always perched over his nose then wore it yourself. "What are you doing?"

"You look better without them," you commented.

"I need them for reading." He rolled his eyes at you. "Get off, Y/N."

"Hmm? Is that really what you want?" you taunted, your hand having found purchase at the back of his head, fingers toying with his soft hair.

He placed a hand on your thigh, slowly climbing up to your hip, reveling in the feel of your warmth under his touch. He looked at you seriously then and leaned away, surprised when you frowned momentarily. It was so fleeting, he didn’t know whether he was imagining it when he saw disappointment on your face. That was a first.

"Y/N, Just tell me what you want. You won the bet after all."

Shrugging, you stood up as if you weren’t just perched on his lap. "Go figure," you quipped, sounding pissed off. "Think of something I would actually want. It's up to you."

“Another game?”

“Think of it as you want.”

"What?"

You slammed the door close in your wake before he could get an answer, once again leaving him there puzzled at your reaction and exasperated with himself.

-end of Part 1-

First of all, Happy Cake Day to the love of my life, Nanamin!

I made him a lawyer here cause that's freakin' hot!!!

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Everyone's aged up here as well, including the younger characters which will be included in the story.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART SOURCES CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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oo yeah, the stark differences in eng fics on ao3 and those that i’ve read in websites like pixiv/ weibo/ lofter/ typesetters is a high-context asian subtle/implicit intimacy vs low-context western loud/explicit intimacy (1)

tho ,, i think the setting (character + environment + time) and the prompt (au? canon? romance? slice of life? epic?) play into it. i think the differences that exist between portrayals of intimacy by east asian authors and by western authors largely stem from cultural philosophy, which could make some things jarring to those unfamiliar with either

tbh i'm the type of person who, when reading lit abt supposedly asian characters, would appreciate the story more if it was also true to the characters' culture, and so i'd also like to see them experience and understand love the same way asians experience and understand love. but that's just me (i know there are diaspora who like to see other things), and that's also for a concept that's more for peaceful romance/character-centric settings. it’d be a different case if the story is plot-driven, or historical, or apocalyptic

i personally prefer the nuance of intimacy in pieces by east asians bc that's what i like to see and what i'm familiar with. but either way, i don't mind the differences exist. it just means that there's a variety to all of our experiences. as long as it's written into the narrative in an organic manner, it will still feel like a love i can appreciate, whether romantic or platonic or anything in between.

the whiplash was intense when i opened a fic bc i was curious or bored (or both rly) and then boom, untagged daddy kink. SHSHS it makes me giggle sumtimes, since he’s a jpnese character, when it comes to gojou, bc personally i just can't imagine him calling anyone any kind of petname unless it means to fuck with them,,, like, for eg, in stsg fic i just can't vibe with gojou calling suguru anything but his name, but that's just me and largely the way i interpret their characters, and it's just nice to know that all the authors of jp/cn/kr fic i've read before feel the same way more or less ,, but that's it HSJJSJS if someone else decides they want gojou calling suguru this or that, then that's like, alright. that's what they want to write and see, yk, and there's nothing wrong with that, i'll just swerve respectfully lmao

also for pdas,, i think it definitely depends on the age of the couple and the setting

like, if they're a campus couple, pda is pretty common. handholding, picking each other up from class, study dates in the library/courtyard/cafe, going to drinking parties together, that sort of thing.

the most common petname i've heard cn campus couples use is "baobao/baobei" (寶寶/寶貝), which means precious/baby/darling. for jp couples, tbrh i've never heard anything ,, my friends and cousins don't use petnames either

honestly,,, if u're cn/jp and u're dating someone ur age or younger, u'd probs call them by their given name or a nickname with an affectionate prefix/suffix (小，阿，兒 etc or the norm ちゃん, くん, さん, 先輩/ 輩先 suffix) and ig u could call that a petname. if u're dating someone older than u, then u'd call them (insert name)-san or senpai/jie/ge if u and they want, and that would show how close u are. some ppl date and call each other by their full names, too, and even with honourifics. and some ppl use just their partner's given names.

for kr,, idk much but i think it’s usually 이,야,아 etc and noona/oppa/unni/hyung ????

for older couples, like married couples or people who are working, pda tends to lean towards petnames. "sweetheart", "honey", "wife/husband", that sort of thing. if they're parents, they'd probably call each other "dad", "mum" (I NEVER HEARD MY OWN PARENTS NAME LEAVING THEIR LIPS WHEN THEY ADDRESS THE OTHER)

but if its pda like,, making out in public, i don't think it's very common. i've never seen it shhsjsjs (arm holding can be rewarded with a stink eye from the conservatives elderly (mostly), from where i came from)

in fic, it's abt the same, which means it would depend on the age/setting/couple's preference with the addition of the author's preference which just,,, uh shows , ig

but then again,, pls cmiiw if anyone else knows more

altho i’m a “respect is earned” type of person ,, when it comes to (conservative) elders, it will just fly out of the window,,, the repercussions....just no 🥰 some of them are so fucking petty and are hellbent to teach u a lesson, its actually embarassing

back when the yo mama jokes were still popular and 24/7 circulating in the internet,, me and some friends were 😃😃 like yall can say this and get away with it? when daylight arrive after i crack this kind of joke in front of my relatives, my mom is done scheduling for my cremation date

even if i dont intend it to mean disrespect in some convos,, the damage is done and my parents would straight up be like : “wtf did u just say? try repeating it once more and lets see if u can still sleep under a roof today.” either that or they’ll smack me before saying it ,, whichever could come first depending on their mood 🥴

my relatives wont ever missed if i ever forgot to address them when we meet or during a phonecall by a simple “uncle/ aunt/ grandfather/ grandmother” (usually my grandfather is the one so uptight abt it 💀) and it will end up into a short lecture abt “young kids these days..../ u havent forgot to eat yet u forgot what respect is?/ ur parents are fine ppl but what happen to u”

cue my mother glaring at me or giving the stink eye like @/&/&2@22 most of the times i’m distracted by sth and just spaced out while organising it in my head b4 it could get out of hand ,,, that and the titles i’ve used for each relative is different and i’m afraid to mixed it up bc again...stink eye ,,, like my father’s younger/ older brother and younger/ older sister and cousins + its another different handful of titles when it comes to my mother’s family 😔 - 🐱 (2)

yes!!!! there’s a lot of reasons why i enjoy stsg fics and it’s because gojo and geto are always treated like people in stsg fics.....i’ve found that in a lot of reader insert fics you could replace gojo and geto with the male lead of those mafia boss stories on wattpad and it wouldn’t make a difference LMAO gojo and geto are often caricatures of themselves and it’s just something i’m personally not interested in.

also....i feel like there’s so much intimacy in how someone calls/says your name that just using pet names 24/7 gives it this superficial sense that i’m not really a fan of but then again, in fwb stories i totally understand.

another thing, I really feel like culture DOES play into it. obviously as asian people ourselves who come from a collectivist culture, our idea of love is different from the western concept of love. i feel like this especially comes into play when we see reader insert stories where the MC is super op and strong just so they can “match” gojo and gojo doesn’t need to worry about them even though it’s not even needed!! in asian cultures it’s not a burden to take care of people. it’s love. and i feel like western people don’t quite grasp that bc it’s such an individualist culture (this is a not nuanced at all / a generalization but u get the point)

yeah full on pda in fics always gets me because in japan???? lmao no honey!!! although gojo would definitely do it, not every character would LOL

gojo would pet names as a joke aka ironically, but i just don’t see him doing it seriously unless it's dear or smt

my mom is so big on respect. she always gets into fights abt with my brother and it’s a generational difference tbh but i digress, it’s not like it’s bad to be polite to your elders, but I do think koreans can take it too far to the point where it’s detrimental!!

#once again just my opinion and preference!!!#🐱 anon

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