you storm out in the middle of an argument.
featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro.
GOJO - the second you stormed out, gojo was right behind you.
you heard his footsteps almost immediately, quick and determined. of course, he wasn’t going to just let you go—not without a fight.
“leave me alone, gojo,” you snapped over your shoulder, picking up your pace.
you groaned. “i need space.”
“i need you to not walk around alone at night,” he countered, effortlessly keeping up.
you whirled around, frustration bubbling over. “i can protect myself.”
gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know you can. you’re strong, way too strong for me, honestly—i think about it all the time, actually, how you could probably throw me into the sun if you really tried—”
“right, right, focus.” he exhaled. “i know you can handle yourself. that’s not the point. i just—please, come back home.”
you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. gojo loved your stubbornness—adored it, actually. but right now, he just wished you’d listen to him.
when you didn’t say anything, he groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “come on—don’t make me get on my knees.”
“oh, i would. right here. in the middle of the street.”
you rolled your eyes, turning to keep walking. when you finally took in your surroundings. without even realizing it, you’d walked all the way to a 7-eleven.
gojo followed your gaze, then brightened immediately. “oh? a sign from the heavens?” he turned to you with a grin. “ramen?”
you sighed, and gojo, ever the opportunist, pressed on. “my treat.”
“you always pay,” you deadpanned.
“exactly! so, technically, i didn’t even have to say that—but i did, because i’m a generous and loving boyfriend.”
you exhaled, shaking your head. “…yeah, okay.”
gojo beamed like you had just accepted a marriage proposal. “knew you couldn’t resist me.”
you shot him a glare, but he just threw an arm around your shoulder, steering you inside like you hadn’t just been arguing minutes ago.
as he grabbed entirely too many snacks, sneaking extras into your basket with a shit-eating grin, you felt the weight in your chest ease just a little.
you weren’t done being mad at him—not completely. but as he stood beside you at the register, arms full of junk food, nudging you with his elbow like a lovesick fool, you realized—
GETO - suguru doesn’t stop you.
not because he doesn’t care—no, quite the opposite. he watches as you grab your coat, as you storm out, and he lets you go. he knows you need space, and he respects that.
but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to find you.
you don’t know how long you’ve been walking, the frustration from your argument still lingering, but eventually, you find yourself stopping by a quiet street corner. you sigh, rubbing a hand over your face, trying to steady your thoughts—
and then you hear it. a smooth, familiar voice from behind you.
“you’re really making me work for it tonight, huh?”
you whip around, only to see geto standing there, hands tucked casually into his sleeves, watching you with that unreadable expression of his.
you glare. “how did you even find me?”
he tilts his head, amused. “you’re predictable.”
you huff, crossing your arms. “if you’re here to drag me home, don’t bother.”
geto steps closer, slow and easy. “i’m not dragging you anywhere.”
you raise an eyebrow. “then what do you want?”
he exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “you’re upset. i get it. but you know i hate leaving things like this.” he steps beside you, hands still tucked into his sleeves. “so, i figured i’d come find you.”
you don’t answer right away, staring at the ground. then, without warning, your eyes begin to sting. you blink rapidly, willing the tears away, but it’s too late—geto sees it instantly.
his expression shifts, the tension in his shoulders vanishing in an instant. before you can turn away, he’s already in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks with the kind of gentleness that makes your chest ache.
“hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, tilting your face up to him. “don’t cry.” his thumbs brush lightly under your eyes, catching the first traces of tears. “look at me.”
you do, even though it only makes your throat feel tighter.
his brows furrow, guilt flashing across his face. “i’m sorry, okay?” his voice is soft, sincere. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”
you swallow hard, blinking up at him. “…you were being an ass.”
a small, breathy chuckle leaves him. “yeah,” he admits. “i was.”
you sniff, and he immediately wipes away another tear before it can fall, his touch warm and steady. “but i didn’t mean to be,” he continues. “you know that, right?”
geto exhales, relief evident in his expression. his hands don’t leave your face, his thumbs still tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin.
“come home?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
you glance away, mumbling, “still mad.”
“i know.” his lips quirk into a small smile. “you can be mad at me at home, too.”
he doesn’t say anything, just lets his forehead rest lightly against yours for a moment before taking your hand in his, squeezing it once before leading you back home.
NANAMI - the argument had left a bitter weight in your chest, one that you couldn’t shake no matter how much you wanted to. the walls of your shared home felt too tight, too suffocating, so you did the only thing that made sense—you grabbed your coat and walked out.
you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the simple need to move, to put some distance between you and the words that had been thrown too carelessly.
at first, you thought you were alone. but then, a few blocks in, you heard it—steady, familiar footsteps trailing behind you.
you turned slightly, just enough to glance over your shoulder. sure enough, he was there. hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but present nonetheless. he didn’t try to walk beside you, didn’t call your name or tell you to come home—he was just there.
“you don’t have to follow me,” you muttered.
nanami exhaled slowly, adjusting his tie as he kept his pace behind you. “i know.”
you didn’t push him away, either.
the night air was crisp, the streets quiet save for the occasional car passing by. you walked, and he followed. neither of you spoke. the argument still lingered between you, raw and unhealed, but for some reason, his quiet presence made it easier to breathe.
eventually, your feet carried you to the park. it was empty this late, just dimly lit by a few scattered streetlights. you found yourself heading toward the swing set, your steps slowing as you lowered yourself onto one of the swings. the chains creaked slightly under your weight.
nanami hesitated for only a second before taking the swing next to you. he didn’t say anything, just sat there, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed ahead.
the silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just… there.
after a long moment, you broke it.
“we’re going to be okay, right?” your voice was quieter than you intended, but you didn’t correct it.
nanami didn’t answer immediately. he let out a slow breath.
“yeah,” he said, firm, certain. “we’re going to be okay.”
and for the first time since the argument, you let yourself believe it.
SUKUNA - the door had barely swung shut before you heard heavy footsteps behind you.
you had barely made it down the front steps when a clawed hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to a stop.
sukuna’s grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm—unrelenting. “where do you think you’re going?” his voice was low, edged with something unreadable.
you didn’t turn to face him. “i need to cool off.”
his fingers twitched against your skin. “tch. you can cool off inside.”
you exhaled sharply, attempting to pull away, but he didn’t let you. his grip remained steady, grounding. “i don’t want to be inside right now, sukuna.”
“and i don’t want you wandering off alone.”
you finally turned, eyes burning with frustration. “i can take care of myself.”
his expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his crimson gaze. “i know you can.” his tone softened, just barely. “that’s not the point.”
silence settled between you, tense and heavy. the night air was cool against your skin, the world around you quiet. your breathing was uneven, your heart still pounding from the argument. you wanted to be stubborn, to keep walking just to prove a point.
but sukuna didn’t let go.
for a long moment, he just looked at you. not with anger, not with amusement—just quiet, unreadable intensity. and then, after a sigh that sounded almost reluctant, his grip loosened. his hand slid down to take yours, fingers wrapping around yours in a way that felt less like restraint and more like holding on.
“come back inside,” he muttered. his voice wasn’t commanding, not like before. it was something else. something almost pleading.
you hesitated, still upset, still wanting to fight. but his hand was warm, solid, there. the fight had drained out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.
after a long pause, you sighed, giving his fingers a small squeeze before turning back toward the house.
sukuna didn’t say anything, just followed beside you, his hand never leaving yours. when you stepped inside, he made sure the door was locked behind you, his movements slow, deliberate. neither of you spoke as he guided you toward the bedroom, the silence no longer suffocating but something quieter, softer.
the argument wasn’t over. you weren’t ready to let it go. but as sukuna’s grip lingered, steady and sure, you knew—
you two were going to be okay.
TOJI - toji doesn’t follow you. at least, not right away.
he watches as you storm out, jaw clenched, arms crossed, your anger still crackling in the air like static. he lets you leave, doesn’t call after you, doesn’t chase you down. he just sits there, rubbing a hand over his face with a deep sigh.
but after a few minutes, he clicks his tongue, grabs his jacket, and heads out after you.
he knows you—knows you’re stubborn, knows you need space, but he also knows it’s late, and he’ll be damned if he lets you wander around alone.
it doesn’t take long to find you. you’re sitting on a bench at some quiet little bus stop, arms hugged around yourself, your knee bouncing impatiently. toji exhales, shoving his hands in his pockets as he makes his way over.
you glance up when he steps in front of you, glaring. “go away.”
“not happening,” he says flatly.
you scoff, turning your head. “i don’t wanna talk to you.”
“good,” he deadpans. “cause i ain’t here to talk.”
you blink, caught off guard, looking at him. he just shrugs. “you needed space, so i gave it to ya. now i’m just gonna sit here and shut up.”
and with that, toji plops down onto the bench next to you, spreading his legs wide, leaning back like this is the most natural thing in the world.
you stare at him. “you’re kidding.”
“nah.” he closes his eyes, tilting his head back. “go on. be mad.”
you are mad. but suddenly, it feels a little ridiculous.
the two of you sit there in silence, the sounds of the city buzzing faintly in the distance. the weight of the argument still lingers, but toji’s presence, solid and unshaken, makes it feel smaller. like it’s not going to swallow you whole.
after a while, he cracks an eye open, side-eyeing you. “you done sulking yet?”
you huff. “i’m not sulking.”
“yeah, yeah.” he stretches, rolling his shoulders. “c’mon. let’s go.”
he stands up, glancing down at you. “i’ll buy you food.”
toji smirks. “call it what ya want. just get up.”
you sigh, but when he holds a hand out to you, you take it. his grip is warm, steady, and when he tugs you to your feet, he doesn’t let go.
“where are we going?” you mumble.
“dunno.” he shrugs. “we’ll figure it out.”
and somehow, that’s enough.
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