۶۟ৎ Lipstick kisses w/ Gojo Satoru
Gojo was used to stares, he’s the hot guy on campus, the school heartthrob and all that nonsense, after all. Still, something feels off.
People weren’t just looking like they normally do, in that way that people do when they undress him with their eyes—as if he doesn’t have a whole girlfriend already—no, now they were pointing, whispering, some even covered their mouths as he passed, small chuckles leaving their mouths.
Still, he threw on his trademark grin, threw out a few winks here and there, just because, and kept striding toward first period. He loved attention after all, fed off it, even.
“Oi, Gojo!” Geto’s voice cuts through the murmur of the crowd, the two of them tower over most of the other students, so it isn’t a surprise to Gojo that his best friend already found him.
Turning around, he opens his mouth to greet him, only to be met with Geto doubled over, wheezing with laughter. “Pfffttt— dude, have you seen your face?”
Gojo blinks at that, his smile finally faltering for the first time today. He could do with the whispers, the pointing and subtle laughter directed his way, but he couldn’t ignore it when his best friend laughed at him like that.
Confusion finally starts to creep into his mind, and for the first time since leaving the dorms he decides to check his own reflection. Grabbing his phone, he flips the camera to selfie mode, only to be met with his own reflection.
Lipstick. That’s the first thing that registers in his mind. It’s absolutely everywhere. Bright, unmistakable prints stamped across his cheeks, jaw, and even the bridge of his nose.
How he didn’t feel it before is beyond him.
And then Satoru sees you across the hall, casually leaned against the wall with a lollipop between your lips. The same exact shade smeared all over his face gleams on your lips. It sits there perfectly, like you haven’t just marked him up a mere thirty minutes ago.
He can see the way you try to smother your laugh, lips clamping down around the straw as the edges quivered with barely-suppressed laughter. But the moment Gojo actually looks at you, you break down, laugh bouncing off the walls.
Gojo’s jaw absolutely drops the moment your laughter reaches his ears—betrayed by his own girlfriend, who just let him walk around like this. “…You—!”
He bolts towards you, weaving through startled students that are all still standing around and pointing at him—or more specifically, his face and the bright marks you left all over him. “Sorry— move— coming through— watch it!”
You squeak the moment you see him bolt towards you. Spinning on your heel, you take off down the hall, still laughing around your lollipop as you try to shake off Satoru.
Unluckily for you his legs are longer, strides faster, long legs eating up distance much faster than you could. Before you disappear around the corner, an arm hooks around your waist, reeling you back in.
“Gotcha,” He says, a hint of amusement detectable as he takes a few breaths in.
You twist in his hold, looping your arms around his neck as the lollipop still dangles between your lips, laughter spilling out of you in gasps. “You should’ve seen your face—”
“Oh I did. And so did everyone else,” he cuts in, grinning down at you as he takes in your laughter. He bends in a little closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “You trying to kill my reputation?”
“Me? I would never,” you’re still giggling, lollipop clinking against your teeth softly.
Gojo pouts, those glossy lips pushed out as he looks at the reflection of one of the lockers on your right. He tilts his head slightly, bangs brushing against his forehead as he inspects the stains across his skin. “You missed a spot, sweetheart.”
Before you can even ask him where you could possible kiss him that you haven’t yet—his entire face already covered in lipstick stains—he leans down and kisses you.
The moment he leans back, your lollipop is in his mouth, and he makes a show of it to pull it out of his mouth with a pop. “Now we’re even.”
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