synopse: You felt stupid for being clumsy enough to fall on your own, but Heung-min was there to comfort you and remind you how much he loved you.
author note: officially back, I think
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You weren’t the most careful person, especially when walking through the city streets. You were always tripping over thin air, almost as if you didn’t know how to control your own feet, like a child. You felt stupid and couldn’t really understand how you had ended up in that situation: sitting with your right foot bandaged, waiting for Son to arrive, after a small argument between the two of you about whether or not he should pick you up from the hospital.
It didn’t take long for the man to show up, since the training center wasn’t far from there, and he was just leaving after finishing practice. He was clearly worried, which alerted some of the players who had noticed the strange way Son had answered the phone in the locker room—they’d even asked why he looked like that and immediately learned about the incident involving you.
The hospital wasn’t crowded, only a few patients that you overheard by accident while waiting, which made your care quick. As soon as you saw Heung-min stepping through the glass door, you gave him an apologetic smile, hoping you hadn’t messed up his training.
“Thank you so much for taking care of her,” Son said, flashing his charming, killer smile as he thanked the nurse who stood beside you in the wheelchair, the nurse who had stayed with you the entire time.
The nurse just smiled and headed toward a large door where patients were waiting, going to check some files on the counter.
Your cheeks flushed red remembering the conversation you’d had earlier about the man, talking about how he was always affectionate and helpful, and how the nurse had said you were lucky to have found someone as amazing as Son, especially after you’d been let down multiple times by men who didn’t seem to care at all.
“How’s your foot?” Son asked as he pushed the wheelchair toward the parking lot where the car was.
“I thought I’d broken it,” you replied, glancing at the bandage, “but it was just a sprain.”
“How did you do this?” He stopped the wheelchair next to the passenger door and opened it. Leaning on your good foot, you managed to sit in the seat with his help, though it wasn’t too difficult. Once the wheelchair was free, Son put it back where it belonged.
“I tripped on my own,” you answered, your cheeks starting to turn red.
Sonny slid into the driver’s seat and looked at you.
“On your own?”
“On my own.”
The drive to the apartment was smooth. The city was starting to glow under the streetlights flickering on, and the restaurants and bars seemed to be filling up little by little. The real trouble began when you had to walk to the elevator. You weren’t using crutches and couldn’t put weight on your injured foot. That’s when Sonny had a brilliant idea: he suddenly scooped you up bridal-style, and even though you complained, he ignored you, and the two of you stepped into the elevator.
Son did his best to cheer you up, after all, he’d been in the same position a few seasons ago. Even if you weren’t a player, he knew you were proactive and hated being stuck in one place.
“Sonny?” you called your boyfriend, and he quickly looked at your face. “How are you going to open the door?” You smiled crookedly, trying to imagine the scene, but once again were met with a mischievous grin.
“You think I’m not strong enough to carry you and open a door at the same time?” he asked. You burst into laughter when you looked at him again.
Almost like a juggler, he managed to open the door, giving it a little kick to push it wider. You were greeted by a one-and-a-half-year-old Shih-tzu, ecstatic to see you, bouncing from side to side.
Son placed you gently on the sofa and told you to wait there while he grabbed a few things he’d left in the car’s trunk. With nothing else to do, you rested your injured foot on the coffee table and began stroking the dog’s fur.
The man quickly returned with his gym bag, storing it in the laundry room, and chatted with you some more, trying to understand how you’d fallen. He wondered if it could’ve been someone malicious who had pushed you or recognized you and tried something, but that wasn’t the case.
It was already past nine at night when Son grabbed a pencil holder, actually full of pens, from the desk in the bedroom. He sat at the edge of the sofa, placed your feet on his lap while you slept, and picked out a red marker. And then he began his masterpiece.
He drew several hearts, wrote your name around them, tried to sketch Tottenham’s cockerel, and failed, and wrote the chorus of the song “BTBT,” one of the tunes you never stopped humming around the house.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced.
The cold night wrapped around the couple as they walked through the streets of London toward your home. They had just left the cinema, and since it was already late, Son decided to walk you home while you chatted about the film you’d just watched.
This was your third date. Each time, he grew more certain you were the right person for him. You had everything he was looking for in someone, and on top of that, you had an extraordinary sense of humor.
You stopped in front of your building. You hugged him tightly, and he hugged back, feeling butterflies in his stomach. The scent of your strawberry perfume made him hope and pray for the chance to smell it for the rest of his life. He wanted to be wrapped every night in the gentle embraces you always gave whenever you had the chance.
You pulled back slightly and pressed a soft kiss to Son’s lips, and he smiled, copying your gesture.
“Thanks for tonight, Sonny.”
“See you next Friday?”
“Absolutely!”
That day, he thought several times about turning back, calling your name, and confessing everything in his heart, but he held back. On another day, he would say it all when he asked you to be his girlfriend.
You still smelled like strawberries, and just as he’d wished, he got to spend every day after that breathing in that strawberry perfume.
“Sonny?” you called softly, still with your eyes half-open.
“I’m here, love.”
“Thanks for picking me up today,” you murmured, your eyes half-closed.
“At your service, always.” He smiled, glancing down and imagining your face when you saw the doodles he’d made.
“I love you, Sonny.”
“I love you too!”
And after a long day, the last image burned into your mind was Son Heung-min’s smile.
synopse: You felt stupid for being clumsy enough to fall on your own, but Heung-min was there to comfort you and remind you how much he loved you.
author note: officially back, I think
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You weren’t the most careful person, especially when walking through the city streets. You were always tripping over thin air, almost as if you didn’t know how to control your own feet, like a child. You felt stupid and couldn’t really understand how you had ended up in that situation: sitting with your right foot bandaged, waiting for Son to arrive, after a small argument between the two of you about whether or not he should pick you up from the hospital.
It didn’t take long for the man to show up, since the training center wasn’t far from there, and he was just leaving after finishing practice. He was clearly worried, which alerted some of the players who had noticed the strange way Son had answered the phone in the locker room—they’d even asked why he looked like that and immediately learned about the incident involving you.
The hospital wasn’t crowded, only a few patients that you overheard by accident while waiting, which made your care quick. As soon as you saw Heung-min stepping through the glass door, you gave him an apologetic smile, hoping you hadn’t messed up his training.
“Thank you so much for taking care of her,” Son said, flashing his charming, killer smile as he thanked the nurse who stood beside you in the wheelchair, the nurse who had stayed with you the entire time.
The nurse just smiled and headed toward a large door where patients were waiting, going to check some files on the counter.
Your cheeks flushed red remembering the conversation you’d had earlier about the man, talking about how he was always affectionate and helpful, and how the nurse had said you were lucky to have found someone as amazing as Son, especially after you’d been let down multiple times by men who didn’t seem to care at all.
“How’s your foot?” Son asked as he pushed the wheelchair toward the parking lot where the car was.
“I thought I’d broken it,” you replied, glancing at the bandage, “but it was just a sprain.”
“How did you do this?” He stopped the wheelchair next to the passenger door and opened it. Leaning on your good foot, you managed to sit in the seat with his help, though it wasn’t too difficult. Once the wheelchair was free, Son put it back where it belonged.
“I tripped on my own,” you answered, your cheeks starting to turn red.
Sonny slid into the driver’s seat and looked at you.
“On your own?”
“On my own.”
The drive to the apartment was smooth. The city was starting to glow under the streetlights flickering on, and the restaurants and bars seemed to be filling up little by little. The real trouble began when you had to walk to the elevator. You weren’t using crutches and couldn’t put weight on your injured foot. That’s when Sonny had a brilliant idea: he suddenly scooped you up bridal-style, and even though you complained, he ignored you, and the two of you stepped into the elevator.
Son did his best to cheer you up, after all, he’d been in the same position a few seasons ago. Even if you weren’t a player, he knew you were proactive and hated being stuck in one place.
“Sonny?” you called your boyfriend, and he quickly looked at your face. “How are you going to open the door?” You smiled crookedly, trying to imagine the scene, but once again were met with a mischievous grin.
“You think I’m not strong enough to carry you and open a door at the same time?” he asked. You burst into laughter when you looked at him again.
Almost like a juggler, he managed to open the door, giving it a little kick to push it wider. You were greeted by a one-and-a-half-year-old Shih-tzu, ecstatic to see you, bouncing from side to side.
Son placed you gently on the sofa and told you to wait there while he grabbed a few things he’d left in the car’s trunk. With nothing else to do, you rested your injured foot on the coffee table and began stroking the dog’s fur.
The man quickly returned with his gym bag, storing it in the laundry room, and chatted with you some more, trying to understand how you’d fallen. He wondered if it could’ve been someone malicious who had pushed you or recognized you and tried something, but that wasn’t the case.
It was already past nine at night when Son grabbed a pencil holder, actually full of pens, from the desk in the bedroom. He sat at the edge of the sofa, placed your feet on his lap while you slept, and picked out a red marker. And then he began his masterpiece.
He drew several hearts, wrote your name around them, tried to sketch Tottenham’s cockerel, and failed, and wrote the chorus of the song “BTBT,” one of the tunes you never stopped humming around the house.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced.
The cold night wrapped around the couple as they walked through the streets of London toward your home. They had just left the cinema, and since it was already late, Son decided to walk you home while you chatted about the film you’d just watched.
This was your third date. Each time, he grew more certain you were the right person for him. You had everything he was looking for in someone, and on top of that, you had an extraordinary sense of humor.
You stopped in front of your building. You hugged him tightly, and he hugged back, feeling butterflies in his stomach. The scent of your strawberry perfume made him hope and pray for the chance to smell it for the rest of his life. He wanted to be wrapped every night in the gentle embraces you always gave whenever you had the chance.
You pulled back slightly and pressed a soft kiss to Son’s lips, and he smiled, copying your gesture.
“Thanks for tonight, Sonny.”
“See you next Friday?”
“Absolutely!”
That day, he thought several times about turning back, calling your name, and confessing everything in his heart, but he held back. On another day, he would say it all when he asked you to be his girlfriend.
You still smelled like strawberries, and just as he’d wished, he got to spend every day after that breathing in that strawberry perfume.
“Sonny?” you called softly, still with your eyes half-open.
“I’m here, love.”
“Thanks for picking me up today,” you murmured, your eyes half-closed.
“At your service, always.” He smiled, glancing down and imagining your face when you saw the doodles he’d made.
“I love you, Sonny.”
“I love you too!”
And after a long day, the last image burned into your mind was Son Heung-min’s smile.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 942
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you. However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions. So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
author note: Look who decided to show up!
part one | part two | part three | part four
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To Gojo, heartbreak had always felt like something routine in his life — ever since he was fifteen, when he finally realized that his heart beat the wrong way every time you were near. After all, if he couldn’t have you, all that was left was to suffer.
For you, however, it was a feeling entirely new and unfamiliar. Even though you’d liked a few people before, none of them had hurt as much as the last one.
It felt like your heart could skip a beat at any moment and shatter slowly, while all you could do was cry harder and harder in Nanami’s arms — your best friend, and maybe the only man Suguru wasn’t afraid to let near you.
It wasn’t just because he was your best friend—your brother knew perfectly well that Kento, if soulmates were real, would be yours, like two halves of the same whole, and that he had never once gone against your wishes. In fact, he’d been the first person you told when you’d fallen hopelessly in love with your brother’s best friend, and part of him had even been happy to hear you’d be going on a date with someone other than that silver-haired jerk.
But he regretted that happiness bitterly the moment he got your call. Kento couldn’t make out what you were saying on the other end—only your sobs and the sound of rain in the background. He asked several times where you were, and once you’d calmed down, a few whispered words slipped out, giving away your location. You were close to his place, and he was certain he was about to commit murder on the person who’d broken your heart.
And the second he saw you standing there, devastated, when he opened the door, he knew someone was going to pay.
He pulled you into his arms without hesitation, holding you tightly as more tears streamed down your face, soaking his shirt. Without much resistance, the two of you walked to his bedroom, where he led you to the bed and stayed with you, wrapped in an embrace for several minutes.
Without you knowing, Kento texted Geto. Geto didn’t reply immediately but, a few minutes later, answered in a complete panic. And if there was one thing Nanami knew about your brother, it was that he would get there as fast as possible—no matter the time or the distance, he would always show up for you.
Kento didn’t want to be that annoying person who kept pressing you for details about what had happened; he preferred to wait for you to tell him in your own time, even if your sobs made him uneasy. Eventually, they stopped, and he realized you’d fallen asleep.
It wasn’t long before Suguru—and, to Nanami’s dismay, Satoru — showed up in the bedroom door, ready to destroy anyone who dared cross their path.
"What the—" Suguru started, ready to launch into a speech, but Kento quickly cut him off with a gesture toward your sleeping figure.
Your best friend carefully adjusted you into a more comfortable position on his bed. Then he stood and stepped toward the two men, wanting to move them away from the room.
"What did that bastard do to her?" Suguru asked, one eyebrow raised, lips pressed in a thin line, his expression utterly furious.
Gojo’s eyes were locked on Nanami, and as he took in the scene, he knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t the same clown he knew, not the reckless kid who’d driven him crazy since the day they’d met. Nanami could see it — Gojo didn’t care about you just as a friend. That look in his eyes wasn’t the look of someone worried platonically.
"From what I understand, that idiot stood her up at the restaurant and didn’t give any sign of life," Nanami began to explain. "So she called me, crying, and I brought her here."
"I’m going to end that jerk!" Geto threatened, fuming with anger—so unlike Gojo, who on the outside didn’t show any reaction.
But what neither of them knew was that Satoru’s mind was louder and more chaotic than both of theirs combined. It was so noisy, he couldn’t form a single coherent thought. He couldn’t understand how anyone in their right mind could do something like that to you.
Was he furious? Absolutely. But he didn’t know how to react. He wanted to hurt someone—if Suguru looked at him right now and said, "Let’s end him," he would follow without hesitation. Yet deep down, he knew that would be a mistake—for them, and for you. Looking at the whole situation, it wasn’t worth it. They’d find a better way to get even.
Still silent, he placed a hand on Suguru’s shoulder and whispered a quick, "I’ll be right back," before heading into Nanami’s room.
When he opened the door, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were puffy and red, dried tear tracks marking your cheeks, and your lips were still trembling.
He’d seen you in every mood and situation possible, but nothing compared to this moment.
"I guess I should have listened to you, ’Toru." A sad smile curved your lips, and the memories of the previous day flashed through his mind—reminding him of the scowl he’d worn when he heard you were going out.
He would destroy anyone who dared hurt you again. But first, he’d make sure to bring your smile back—the one that always made his heart skip a few beats whenever it appeared on your lips—and show you that jerk didn’t deserve your tears.
And at that moment, he thought: I’m screwed… but she’s worth it.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 942
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you. However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions. So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
author note: Look who decided to show up!
part one | part two | part three | part four
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To Gojo, heartbreak had always felt like something routine in his life — ever since he was fifteen, when he finally realized that his heart beat the wrong way every time you were near. After all, if he couldn’t have you, all that was left was to suffer.
For you, however, it was a feeling entirely new and unfamiliar. Even though you’d liked a few people before, none of them had hurt as much as the last one.
It felt like your heart could skip a beat at any moment and shatter slowly, while all you could do was cry harder and harder in Nanami’s arms — your best friend, and maybe the only man Suguru wasn’t afraid to let near you.
It wasn’t just because he was your best friend—your brother knew perfectly well that Kento, if soulmates were real, would be yours, like two halves of the same whole, and that he had never once gone against your wishes. In fact, he’d been the first person you told when you’d fallen hopelessly in love with your brother’s best friend, and part of him had even been happy to hear you’d be going on a date with someone other than that silver-haired jerk.
But he regretted that happiness bitterly the moment he got your call. Kento couldn’t make out what you were saying on the other end—only your sobs and the sound of rain in the background. He asked several times where you were, and once you’d calmed down, a few whispered words slipped out, giving away your location. You were close to his place, and he was certain he was about to commit murder on the person who’d broken your heart.
And the second he saw you standing there, devastated, when he opened the door, he knew someone was going to pay.
He pulled you into his arms without hesitation, holding you tightly as more tears streamed down your face, soaking his shirt. Without much resistance, the two of you walked to his bedroom, where he led you to the bed and stayed with you, wrapped in an embrace for several minutes.
Without you knowing, Kento texted Geto. Geto didn’t reply immediately but, a few minutes later, answered in a complete panic. And if there was one thing Nanami knew about your brother, it was that he would get there as fast as possible—no matter the time or the distance, he would always show up for you.
Kento didn’t want to be that annoying person who kept pressing you for details about what had happened; he preferred to wait for you to tell him in your own time, even if your sobs made him uneasy. Eventually, they stopped, and he realized you’d fallen asleep.
It wasn’t long before Suguru—and, to Nanami’s dismay, Satoru — showed up in the bedroom door, ready to destroy anyone who dared cross their path.
"What the—" Suguru started, ready to launch into a speech, but Kento quickly cut him off with a gesture toward your sleeping figure.
Your best friend carefully adjusted you into a more comfortable position on his bed. Then he stood and stepped toward the two men, wanting to move them away from the room.
"What did that bastard do to her?" Suguru asked, one eyebrow raised, lips pressed in a thin line, his expression utterly furious.
Gojo’s eyes were locked on Nanami, and as he took in the scene, he knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t the same clown he knew, not the reckless kid who’d driven him crazy since the day they’d met. Nanami could see it — Gojo didn’t care about you just as a friend. That look in his eyes wasn’t the look of someone worried platonically.
"From what I understand, that idiot stood her up at the restaurant and didn’t give any sign of life," Nanami began to explain. "So she called me, crying, and I brought her here."
"I’m going to end that jerk!" Geto threatened, fuming with anger—so unlike Gojo, who on the outside didn’t show any reaction.
But what neither of them knew was that Satoru’s mind was louder and more chaotic than both of theirs combined. It was so noisy, he couldn’t form a single coherent thought. He couldn’t understand how anyone in their right mind could do something like that to you.
Was he furious? Absolutely. But he didn’t know how to react. He wanted to hurt someone—if Suguru looked at him right now and said, "Let’s end him," he would follow without hesitation. Yet deep down, he knew that would be a mistake—for them, and for you. Looking at the whole situation, it wasn’t worth it. They’d find a better way to get even.
Still silent, he placed a hand on Suguru’s shoulder and whispered a quick, "I’ll be right back," before heading into Nanami’s room.
When he opened the door, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were puffy and red, dried tear tracks marking your cheeks, and your lips were still trembling.
He’d seen you in every mood and situation possible, but nothing compared to this moment.
"I guess I should have listened to you, ’Toru." A sad smile curved your lips, and the memories of the previous day flashed through his mind—reminding him of the scowl he’d worn when he heard you were going out.
He would destroy anyone who dared hurt you again. But first, he’d make sure to bring your smile back—the one that always made his heart skip a few beats whenever it appeared on your lips—and show you that jerk didn’t deserve your tears.
And at that moment, he thought: I’m screwed… but she’s worth it.
warnings: just fluff, mention of injuries but it's all fine. english is not my first language, so sorry if this have some errors
word count: 1076
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Jason was a strong man, not only because he was a tall person, but also because of everything he went through in his 23 years. However, it was strong, but not unbeatable. He had discovered this a long time ago, but he still preferred to pretend that nothing had happened, especially this time.
Alfred, however, upon receiving him last night with an open wound, considered serious, and several bruises on his body, made the young man spend the night at the mansion and called you, letting you know that your boyfriend, this time, was not returning to home and asked if you could stop by the mansion in the morning.
The morning after the incident, you entered the doors of the huge mansion, greeted by the butler and a small smile coming from the man. He knew that sooner or later you would arrive, after all, it was like that every time, and it was the only way he found to leave Jason, in some way, quiet.
Damian, who was sitting on the huge sofa in the living room, caressing Titus, after doing a trick that the boy was teaching him, smiled mischievously when he saw you. You were one of the few people that, apparently, he liked, leaving the other brothers a little jealous with the relationship that the two of you created in such a short time, which at first, according to Damian, was just to make fun of his older brother’s, but it became a brother and sister relationship between the two of you.
“Jason again, huh?” you stopped walking as soon as you heard the boy's voice and turned towards him, smiling. “I still wonder every day what it was you saw in him.”
“Love is something misunderstood” you replied, earning a laugh from the other.
You climbed the huge stairs, which led to the top floor, turned to the left side as soon as you reached the top, where there were the rooms of those who lived in the house and also those who had already left, but who were left exactly the way they came out. You went through the first door, which you knew was Tim's, and entered the second one, right next door.
The room was completely dark, the curtains closed, no lamps on, or cell phone lights. It was after ten in the morning, from what you remembered, and if you knew well, at that time Jason would be disturbing someone, you in this case, normally. Apparently Alfred had given him something strong.
“Jason” you called, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge. Now, accustomed to the darkness, you noticed that the man slept without his top on, showing the bandage around his stomach.
You had seen him like this several times, hurt, and every time it was heartbreaking. When you met the man, when he was still Robin, at school, you knew that despite his rogue appearance, Jason had a good heart. And as time passed, and he hadn't been kind to the boy at all, it only helped to confirm what you already thought.
“Jason” you called a little louder, receiving a groan of dissatisfaction from him.
You touched Jason's foot, about to shake it, but you were startled, as was Jason, who jumped when he felt a cold hand touch his foot.
“I thought you died” you commented, mocking the boy and mentally cursing him for the scare he had given you.
“Look who's talking, your hand looks just like one of them” he replied, shifting, sitting, in a position that didn't hurt his abdomen so much.
The night had been long. After spending more than an hour in the cave with Alfred patching him up and receiving a big lecture about how irresponsible he had been on patrol not only by the butler, but also by Bruce, who was looking at the scene in a bit of despair — he needed a very strong painkiller to get it close your eyes and sleep for a few hours, but you didn't count on Alfred calling you for some reason.
“Very funny you.” He showed his tongue. “How are you?” you asked him, worried.
Jason looked down at the bandages on his torso. He wishes he could say that he was used to bruises and the pain he felt, but it was a lie. It seemed that after the Lazarus pit, even though he had gained some resistance, each cut hurt more, not just physical pain, but mental pain, which as time went by was getting better.
"It doesn't hurt that much, I think the medicine is still working." He shrugged.
You climbed completely onto the bed and sat next to him, analyzing his features face to face. You knew it hurt like hell and that he just wanted to maintain his tough-guy pose, but you didn't care, after all, he was right there in front of you.
You were scared to death that one day, just like a few years ago, he would leave, and that feeling, which resided in your heart at times, only left when you heard Jason's voice in front of you, saying that he was fine and that Soon he would be home. But every time you get a call from a family member in the middle of the night, you're pretty sure your heart misses a few beats, and not in a good way.
“I'm sorry” Jason whispered, noticing the melancholy that surrounded you. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you.” He placed one of his hands on his cheek, stroking the area in the form of comfort, receiving a smile in return.
“It's good to know you're okay, I almost had a meltdown when Alfred called me” you said, taking his free hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.
The two of you spent a few minutes looking at each other, trapped in your own thoughts, until Jason spoke again.
“You know... there's a place that's still hurting a lot.” He pouted, putting his plan into action, he knew that a real smile was about to leave your's lips.
“Where?” you frowned, starting to worry a little more.
“Here.” Without letting go of your hand, he brought your hand to his lips.
As soon as you realized what his deal was, you laughed out loud.
“Do you want a kiss to get better faster?” you asked and received a quick yes from Jason.
synopse: It was supposed to be an easy mission, that's what the superiors told the three of you, and when you got there, you realized that it was a huge lie. All the curses there were level two, and apparently stronger than the three of you. Nevertheless, you went to kill them. And even though the curses were stronger, you managed to deal with almost all of them, and came out without too many scratches... if it wasn't for the last remaining curse.
warnings: mention of cuts and sadness
word count: 1075
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You, Nanami and Haibara had been assigned a simple mission. The place was a bit away from the city, there were only a few houses with a rather large forest surrounding the small village, and not a soul could be seen there. If it were night, this place would surely be worthy of a Japanese horror movie.
It was supposed to be an easy mission, that's what your superiors told the three of you, and when you arrived, you realized that it was a huge lie. All the curses there were level two, and apparently stronger than the three of you. Nevertheless, you went to kill them. And even though the curses were stronger, you managed to deal with almost all of them, and came out without too many scratches... if it wasn't for the last remaining curse.
Despite your delicate appearance, you were stronger than you looked, sometimes fooling enemies who dared to think that you were weak, and the other two knew this, after all, they had already experienced a bit of your power during their training at Jujutsu High. However, the scene that had just unfolded before their eyes took them by surprise.
That curse had gone beyond all limits.
Ahead, your body was lying on the ground, having been hit hard by the curse that was there.
Without much thought, Haibara rushed at the monster. The boy's eyes boiled with rage and frightened Nanami with the speed with which he took off running. Nanami saw it as a chance to get out of the curse's sight and take you to a place that seemed safer.
You were unconscious and had a cut on your head. Nanami wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible, but he still had to help Haibara. And so he did.
The trip to Jujutsu High was stressful for both of them. It was the first time they had been in that situation, completely lost in thought while they analyzed you over and over, looking for signs that you were waking up. The few minutes it took to get to the school seemed like hours in the eyes of the two boys.
Haibara constantly checked your pulse, while Nanami, a bit static, preferred to watch and try to stay calm... which didn't work out very well in his mind.
That feeling in his chest was abnormal. He had learned a little more about it with the help of Haibara, who was in a way the starting point for him to understand about worry and how it was more normal than he thought when someone was important enough to him. But in this situation, he felt angry. Anger at himself for not arriving on time, for not thinking to check on his friends.
When they arrived at the school, you were immediately put on a stretcher and taken to the infirmary, but they prefer stay waiting outside as soon as you entered the room. Everyone sat in a corner of the hallway; they weren't very far apart, and they preferred a certain distance so they could think.
It wouldn't happen again.
The hours passed. The cuts and bruises that everyone had suffered had been properly cleaned and tended to by the school doctors. However, you were still unconscious, which put everyone on alert — after all, you had hit your head. All the while, the two boys stayed by your side, regretting their late help.
Nanami replayed every step and every scene until he saw you on the ground with the curse near you, about to do something he didn't even want to think about.
Now he was sitting uncomfortably in a chair next to the bed you were resting in, his mind racing, his body completely exhausted, but for some reason he was still there. It could be the guilt that was eating away at him, or the thought of losing you over a small mistake that kept him there.
But deep down, like a small flame igniting, Nanami knew why he was there.
Fear.
Fear was eating away at him.
That's why he was there. He was afraid of losing you. All the time you spent together, from the first day you set foot in the school to the day before when you told Gojo to go fuck himself when he realized that Nanami was uncomfortable.
You were more important to him than he thought, and seeing you in that state made him furious.
"I can hear your thoughts from here." Almost in a whisper, your voice could be heard, alerting the boy.
He looked quickly at you and settled back in his chair.
“I'm sorry for scaring you.”
Nanami didn't know if you were referring to the scare you had just given him or to the one you had given him before with the curse.
"I think I overslept," you said, sitting up in bed and examining the bandage on your head with your hand, where it was currently wrapped in tape.
He got up thinking that you would do the same, and he thought he was going to stop you from doing it, but when he saw that you hadn't, he sat down again.
You looked at him again, this time looking for visible injuries, but found nothing more than a few scratches. Apparently, you were the only one with more serious injuries.
“Where did Haibara…”
“He went to rest.” You were cut off by Nanami, who was calmly analyzing you.
“And why didn't you go with him?”
"Why?" he thought and somewhere between those seconds when he stopped to analyze the question, he got the answer.
“Fear... fear of losing you.”
Nanami was not a transparent person when it came to feelings or communicating them, you knew that and had learned it in the two years you had known the boy, but you were surprised to hear such words from him.
So you approached him and took his hand, with a small smile on your face.
“Thank you for worrying about me, Nanami!”
He was a bit static, what should he do now? But he didn't have to say or do anything, because you sat on the edge of the bed, closest to him, and hugged him. An action that said more than a thousand words.
Not knowing what else to do, after his brain had started working again, he reluctantly returned the hug.
It was good to have you back.
a/n: HELLO!!!! I'm officially back, i hope you guys liked this!
pairing: c!Son of Aphrodite!Foolish x f!Son of Athena!reader
synopse: The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.
warnings: enemies to lovers, pjo!au, some cuts mencioned
words: 1796 (first part)
masterlist
The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. During that time, Roier had often wondered what the hell he was doing among you, since he seemed to be the only one in his right mind. When he accepted Hermes' mission and considered the idea of choosing the two, he did not expect to face the wrath of two demigods who had recently discovered that they hated each other.
However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.
Being the daughter of Athena gave you quick agility in developing strategies and being quite intelligent when necessary, but something you didn't have was the ease of dealing with your heart, and that often led you down somewhat dangerous paths in your life. And one of them was when you decided to choose Foolish as your mission companion once again.
This time, in addition to Foolish, you had the opportunity to choose two other people, Bagi and Roier. Bagi, your sister, was someone who loved puzzles, perfect for the mission your mother had given you. And Roier was a great fighter and easy to handle.
The mission seemed simple: to protect an ancient temple dedicated to the Goddess of Wisdom by some humans who lived nearby. The forest was not very dense, but it looked like a labyrinth to strangers, and for some reason, it caught the attention of some curious humans. They were looking for relics to sell, as they were extremely valuable pieces.
The people of the region welcomed you all very well. They even seemed to suspect who you were, but if they knew, they didn't let on. The place you managed to stay was like a bungalow hotel, with Foolish and Roier in one and you and Bagi in another.
The two of you, being sisters and spending a lot of time together at camp, knew a few things about each other and managed to fit in well in the bungalow room. Bagi chose the bed on the right, while you chose the one on the left. And without saying much to each other, she was the first to go to the bathroom.
So you lay down on the bed on your back and thought about some things, which took a few minutes, because Bagi had left the bathroom, and you decided to go in.
As you guys arrived almost late in the afternoon, you decided that it was better to rest for the rest of the day and go and analyze your mother's temple early the next morning. So, after a hot and relaxing bath, you looked at the items that you had collected and that your subconscious thought would be useful for the mission.
But before you even got close to your bag, you heard a knock. You went towards it, realizing that Bagi was busy with something else, and with her headphones on, she probably hadn't even heard the knock.
As soon as you opened the wooden door, Foolish was there.
You narrowed your eyes, waiting to see what he wanted, but he seemed doubtful.
"What do you want?" you asked briefly.
"Do you have any soap I can borrow?" He scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.
You continued to look at him, wondering what was going on in the minds of the two boys, even more so when they realized that they had forgotten some soap, knowing that they would be away from home for days.
"What's the matter, we ran out and didn't get everything." He seemed to understand the look you were giving him. So you went to your bag, took out some soap, and handed it to him.
Without further ado, he thanked you for the soap and returned to his bungalow, which was right next to yours.
As soon as you closed the door and looked back, Bagi laughed loudly as you looked at her from the side.
"You're really stupid, you know that?" she said, sitting on the edge of the bed she was on. "Your passion for him is becoming more and more stupid to watch."
You threw yourself on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Who told you I like him?" It was your turn to ask.
"It's literally written all over your face," she replied.
Maybe she was right. Your heart missed a few beats whenever you were around the boy, and you couldn't deny that Foolish really was someone sculpted by a Greek god, his mother was the goddess of beauty, and he couldn't be any different.
"I don't like him," you repeated, this time a little louder, and Bagi took it as a sign that you didn't enjoy the conversation.
"Okay... But you can't deny that he has beauty." She giggled while you grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her.
The conversation ended there, with both of you quiet, but with your minds in complete confusion, so you preferred to continue like this. You both wished each other a good night and went to sleep.
The next morning, everyone got up early, did their things, and met in a kind of open lobby in the middle of the bungalows. You had the necessary things in each backpack: food, water, and your weapons. Foolish somehow managed to hide his sword in his backpack, and Roier his two daggers. You already carried a kind of scythe, which was easy to hide, and Bagi, a good old bow.
"I hope you both enjoyed the soap," Bagi commented, trying not to laugh.
"Vete a la merda (Go fuck yourself)," Roier replied, hiding a smile, knowing it was just a joke. And Bagi burst out laughing.
Foolish laughed at the comment, but you noticed a slight blush on his cheeks as he laughed and looked at him to see what his reaction would be.
After this brief conversation, you informed some of the townspeople and then set off on the path you had received on a piece of parchment. You don't know exactly how you got it, and you have many questions about how it got into your things, but you didn't reject the piece of paper, and it was useful.
As you went deeper into the forest, the more confused you guys became. The map wasn't being useful, and you started to get stressed about everything going wrong. In a moment of pause, you sat on a rock and began analyzing the map again, which only resulted in more stress.
"I think we should separate," Bagi suggested, breaking the silence. "I think this would be more practical, and we could mark it with something to know where we've been," she continued, and Roier nodded in agreement.
"And how will we know if the other found it or not?" you asked skeptically.
She placed her backpack in front of her, opened it, and rummaged through it until she took out two flares, smiling as she held them up.
You mimicked her action, standing up, feeling excitement reignite within you.
"You and Foolish go there, and Roier and I will go this way," Bagi instructed, pointing first to the left and then to the right. When she paired you with Foolish, your smile faltered.
Foolish and Roier agreed without hesitation, standing up as the mood between everyone seemed lighter with Bagi's idea.
She threw a flare to Foolish, who quickly caught it midair.
Despite not commenting on the pairing, Roier looked at Bagi with an enigmatic expression, as if communicating silently. She gave him a playful push and said goodbye, with Roier mirroring her movements and following her.
You looked at Foolish, your mind racing with thoughts. He, too, seemed to be analyzing you silently. Neither of you moved or said a word, the tension almost palpable.
"How are we going to mark where we went?" you asked, breaking the silence.
Foolish looked around and pulled a small knife from his pocket.
"We'll mark an X on the trees."
You nodded and took the initiative to lead the way.
Every few steps, you noticed Foolish carving his marks into the trees while scanning the surroundings for signs of the temple.
The silence between you was awkward, neither of you wanting to break it.
Your mind wandered back to your last mission together. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pinpoint where this animosity between you and Foolish originated. From the moment he arrived at camp, a silent rivalry had sparked between you, intensifying over time—perhaps due to the age-old rivalry between Aphrodite and Athena.
After what felt like hours, it seemed like you were walking in circles. The “X’s” on the trees had disappeared. Frustrated, you scanned the area carefully until you spotted an olive tree in the distance.
Without a word to Foolish, you headed toward it, realizing that there were more olive trees ahead, forming a winding path. The trees led you to the temple.
What you failed to notice was the Minotaur waiting in ambush. The beast lunged at you, but Foolish reacted instantly, drawing his sword and shield to block the attack. Despite the shock, you gathered your composure and pulled a small device from your pocket, which transformed into your shield.
The Minotaur was unlike anything you'd fought before. Towering and menacing, it had enormous claws, bulging eyes, and massive horns. Its intent was clear—it was there to kill. But so were you.
Foolish glanced at you, concern evident in his eyes, but the look you shared conveyed everything. On the battlefield, you were allies, despite your differences. Your training together at camp had prepared you for moments like this.
The two of you split off, analyzing the beast like predators stalking prey. Without a word, you moved in opposite directions, gripping your weapons tightly.
Meanwhile, Bagi and Roier stumbled upon the scene, shocked by the battle unfolding. Without hesitation, they unsheathed their weapons and rushed to join you.
Together, you fought fiercely, and it didn't take long for the Minotaur to fall lifeless to the ground.
As the dust settled, everyone tried to catch their breath. But Foolish suddenly groaned loudly, drawing all attention to him.
You turned to him, your heart sinking when you noticed the red stain spreading across his shirt near his abdomen.
"Foolish?" you called out, your voice laced with worry. He looked at you and gave a faint smile, as if to reassure you he was fine. But his knees buckled, and he collapsed, making the severity of his injury unmistakable.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 926 (part two)
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you.
However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions.
So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
a/n: hello! i'm back with one more part of this history! this one is a little shorter, but important to what comes next. Let me know if you guys want to be tagget in the next chapters.
masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four |
The second time Satoru was sure he was going to freak out thinking about you.
This time, he was alone with you at your house, without Suguru or Ieri to make him nervous.
"If you take a picture, it lasts longer, Toru," you joked, trying to break the weird tension between you two.
You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch while looking at your laptop on the coffee table. College had barely started, and it was already driving you crazy, with projects piling up. But with Satoru staring nonstop, it was a little hard to concentrate with those blue eyes practically piercing your soul.
He seemed to push aside whatever thoughts were in his head and turned his attention back to the program playing on the TV.
Deciding to end whatever was happening, you closed your laptop and turned to him.
"What’s going on, Toru?"
Satoru looked at you again, letting out what seemed to be a sigh.
"Why are they taking so long? I’m starting to get bored..." A pout appeared on his lips, making him look like a ten-year-old with nothing to do.
"There’s a sink full of dishes to wash… or you can tell me what’s overloading that pretty little head of yours," you smiled, standing up and moving to the empty spot on the couch next to him before sitting down.
You poked his side, earning what sounded like a laugh disguised as a scream.
Gojo had been caught off guard; he hadn’t expected you to notice that he was distant, lost in a parallel world — one where, perhaps, you were lying on the couch together, cuddling, whispering sweet words to each other. Not that you had any idea what was going on in his imaginative mind.
Another sigh escaped his lips. This time, he was looking at the ceiling, his head resting against the couch.
"I never thought I’d say this…" He was extremely nervous, but his brain couldn’t control what was about to come out of his mouth. "But I think I’m in love."
You couldn’t lie — never in a million years did you expect that. Gojo had a reputation as a player. Ever since you were kids, he had always attracted attention from both girls and boys, mainly because of his blue eyes and snow-white hair. He had always seemed uninterested when it came to relationships. There was even a time when it looked like he had finally found the love of his life, but suddenly, they broke up, and Satoru never spoke about it again.
"What?" Your mouth fell slightly open in surprise.
He flashed his signature grin, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
"You know how it is… everyone falls in love someday…"
Just as it seemed like he was about to start a monologue about how he was human and bound to fall in love at some point, his phone rang.
It was Suguru.
"Gojo, why isn’t my sister answering her phone?" As soon as he brought the phone to his ear, Geto spoke in an unamused tone.
Satoru glanced at you, checking if you had your phone in hand or nearby, but nothing.
"Maybe because she got tired of hearing your voice…"
"Gojo!"
"Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk to you!"
Satoru could imagine the sour expression Geto was making on the other end of the line, almost making him burst into laughter at the thought, but he figured it was best not to annoy his friend any further.
"Listen up, Satoru! If you’re doing anything to—" Before the other could finish, Satoru hung up, not wanting to hear whatever was about to come out of Geto’s mouth.
You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out who was on the other end of the call. Then, noticing the way Gojo spoke and flashed an inexplicable smile, you came to the conclusion that it was probably Suguru.
"What did he want?" you asked.
"I think you should check your phone."
Examining his expression and, unfortunately, not detecting anything unusual, you got up from the couch and started searching for your phone all over the house.
Satoru watched the scene with amusement, but his moment of joy was short-lived when you suddenly reappeared.
"TORU!" You looked ecstatic, your eyes wide as you stared at the screen of your phone, a sweet smile adorning your lips.
He was almost certain that if he had heart problems, his heart wouldn’t have survived the scare your sudden scream had given him.
"I have a date!"
You turned the phone screen toward him so he could see the messages. However, Satoru was in complete shock. Not because you had a date, but because he wasn’t the one who had asked you out.
He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out.
He quickly realized that the smile you had worn just moments ago had turned into a frown, and your face had gone blank. He couldn’t quite figure out what you were feeling or thinking, but he knew his reaction wasn’t the best.
He was completely screwed.
You lowered your phone as soon as you noticed the strange look on his face, and suddenly, something clicked inside you.
Why wasn’t he reacting at all?
You were his friend — why didn’t he seem even slightly happy for you?
The answer was right in front of you, but you didn’t see it.
He wasn't happy because that smile of happiness, that celebration for being asked out, wasn't for him.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 926 (part two)
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you.
However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions.
So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
a/n: hello! i'm back with one more part of this history! this one is a little shorter, but important to what comes next. Let me know if you guys want to be tagget in the next chapters.
masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four |
The second time Satoru was sure he was going to freak out thinking about you.
This time, he was alone with you at your house, without Suguru or Ieri to make him nervous.
"If you take a picture, it lasts longer, Toru," you joked, trying to break the weird tension between you two.
You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch while looking at your laptop on the coffee table. College had barely started, and it was already driving you crazy, with projects piling up. But with Satoru staring nonstop, it was a little hard to concentrate with those blue eyes practically piercing your soul.
He seemed to push aside whatever thoughts were in his head and turned his attention back to the program playing on the TV.
Deciding to end whatever was happening, you closed your laptop and turned to him.
"What’s going on, Toru?"
Satoru looked at you again, letting out what seemed to be a sigh.
"Why are they taking so long? I’m starting to get bored..." A pout appeared on his lips, making him look like a ten-year-old with nothing to do.
"There’s a sink full of dishes to wash… or you can tell me what’s overloading that pretty little head of yours," you smiled, standing up and moving to the empty spot on the couch next to him before sitting down.
You poked his side, earning what sounded like a laugh disguised as a scream.
Gojo had been caught off guard; he hadn’t expected you to notice that he was distant, lost in a parallel world — one where, perhaps, you were lying on the couch together, cuddling, whispering sweet words to each other. Not that you had any idea what was going on in his imaginative mind.
Another sigh escaped his lips. This time, he was looking at the ceiling, his head resting against the couch.
"I never thought I’d say this…" He was extremely nervous, but his brain couldn’t control what was about to come out of his mouth. "But I think I’m in love."
You couldn’t lie — never in a million years did you expect that. Gojo had a reputation as a player. Ever since you were kids, he had always attracted attention from both girls and boys, mainly because of his blue eyes and snow-white hair. He had always seemed uninterested when it came to relationships. There was even a time when it looked like he had finally found the love of his life, but suddenly, they broke up, and Satoru never spoke about it again.
"What?" Your mouth fell slightly open in surprise.
He flashed his signature grin, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
"You know how it is… everyone falls in love someday…"
Just as it seemed like he was about to start a monologue about how he was human and bound to fall in love at some point, his phone rang.
It was Suguru.
"Gojo, why isn’t my sister answering her phone?" As soon as he brought the phone to his ear, Geto spoke in an unamused tone.
Satoru glanced at you, checking if you had your phone in hand or nearby, but nothing.
"Maybe because she got tired of hearing your voice…"
"Gojo!"
"Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk to you!"
Satoru could imagine the sour expression Geto was making on the other end of the line, almost making him burst into laughter at the thought, but he figured it was best not to annoy his friend any further.
"Listen up, Satoru! If you’re doing anything to—" Before the other could finish, Satoru hung up, not wanting to hear whatever was about to come out of Geto’s mouth.
You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out who was on the other end of the call. Then, noticing the way Gojo spoke and flashed an inexplicable smile, you came to the conclusion that it was probably Suguru.
"What did he want?" you asked.
"I think you should check your phone."
Examining his expression and, unfortunately, not detecting anything unusual, you got up from the couch and started searching for your phone all over the house.
Satoru watched the scene with amusement, but his moment of joy was short-lived when you suddenly reappeared.
"TORU!" You looked ecstatic, your eyes wide as you stared at the screen of your phone, a sweet smile adorning your lips.
He was almost certain that if he had heart problems, his heart wouldn’t have survived the scare your sudden scream had given him.
"I have a date!"
You turned the phone screen toward him so he could see the messages. However, Satoru was in complete shock. Not because you had a date, but because he wasn’t the one who had asked you out.
He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out.
He quickly realized that the smile you had worn just moments ago had turned into a frown, and your face had gone blank. He couldn’t quite figure out what you were feeling or thinking, but he knew his reaction wasn’t the best.
He was completely screwed.
You lowered your phone as soon as you noticed the strange look on his face, and suddenly, something clicked inside you.
Why wasn’t he reacting at all?
You were his friend — why didn’t he seem even slightly happy for you?
The answer was right in front of you, but you didn’t see it.
He wasn't happy because that smile of happiness, that celebration for being asked out, wasn't for him.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 926 (part two)
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you.
However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions.
So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
a/n: hello! i'm back with one more part of this history! this one is a little shorter, but important to what comes next. Let me know if you guys want to be tagget in the next chapters.
masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four |
The second time Satoru was sure he was going to freak out thinking about you.
This time, he was alone with you at your house, without Suguru or Ieri to make him nervous.
"If you take a picture, it lasts longer, Toru," you joked, trying to break the weird tension between you two.
You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch while looking at your laptop on the coffee table. College had barely started, and it was already driving you crazy, with projects piling up. But with Satoru staring nonstop, it was a little hard to concentrate with those blue eyes practically piercing your soul.
He seemed to push aside whatever thoughts were in his head and turned his attention back to the program playing on the TV.
Deciding to end whatever was happening, you closed your laptop and turned to him.
"What’s going on, Toru?"
Satoru looked at you again, letting out what seemed to be a sigh.
"Why are they taking so long? I’m starting to get bored..." A pout appeared on his lips, making him look like a ten-year-old with nothing to do.
"There’s a sink full of dishes to wash… or you can tell me what’s overloading that pretty little head of yours," you smiled, standing up and moving to the empty spot on the couch next to him before sitting down.
You poked his side, earning what sounded like a laugh disguised as a scream.
Gojo had been caught off guard; he hadn’t expected you to notice that he was distant, lost in a parallel world — one where, perhaps, you were lying on the couch together, cuddling, whispering sweet words to each other. Not that you had any idea what was going on in his imaginative mind.
Another sigh escaped his lips. This time, he was looking at the ceiling, his head resting against the couch.
"I never thought I’d say this…" He was extremely nervous, but his brain couldn’t control what was about to come out of his mouth. "But I think I’m in love."
You couldn’t lie — never in a million years did you expect that. Gojo had a reputation as a player. Ever since you were kids, he had always attracted attention from both girls and boys, mainly because of his blue eyes and snow-white hair. He had always seemed uninterested when it came to relationships. There was even a time when it looked like he had finally found the love of his life, but suddenly, they broke up, and Satoru never spoke about it again.
"What?" Your mouth fell slightly open in surprise.
He flashed his signature grin, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
"You know how it is… everyone falls in love someday…"
Just as it seemed like he was about to start a monologue about how he was human and bound to fall in love at some point, his phone rang.
It was Suguru.
"Gojo, why isn’t my sister answering her phone?" As soon as he brought the phone to his ear, Geto spoke in an unamused tone.
Satoru glanced at you, checking if you had your phone in hand or nearby, but nothing.
"Maybe because she got tired of hearing your voice…"
"Gojo!"
"Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk to you!"
Satoru could imagine the sour expression Geto was making on the other end of the line, almost making him burst into laughter at the thought, but he figured it was best not to annoy his friend any further.
"Listen up, Satoru! If you’re doing anything to—" Before the other could finish, Satoru hung up, not wanting to hear whatever was about to come out of Geto’s mouth.
You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out who was on the other end of the call. Then, noticing the way Gojo spoke and flashed an inexplicable smile, you came to the conclusion that it was probably Suguru.
"What did he want?" you asked.
"I think you should check your phone."
Examining his expression and, unfortunately, not detecting anything unusual, you got up from the couch and started searching for your phone all over the house.
Satoru watched the scene with amusement, but his moment of joy was short-lived when you suddenly reappeared.
"TORU!" You looked ecstatic, your eyes wide as you stared at the screen of your phone, a sweet smile adorning your lips.
He was almost certain that if he had heart problems, his heart wouldn’t have survived the scare your sudden scream had given him.
"I have a date!"
You turned the phone screen toward him so he could see the messages. However, Satoru was in complete shock. Not because you had a date, but because he wasn’t the one who had asked you out.
He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out.
He quickly realized that the smile you had worn just moments ago had turned into a frown, and your face had gone blank. He couldn’t quite figure out what you were feeling or thinking, but he knew his reaction wasn’t the best.
He was completely screwed.
You lowered your phone as soon as you noticed the strange look on his face, and suddenly, something clicked inside you.
Why wasn’t he reacting at all?
You were his friend — why didn’t he seem even slightly happy for you?
The answer was right in front of you, but you didn’t see it.
He wasn't happy because that smile of happiness, that celebration for being asked out, wasn't for him.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 926 (part two)
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you.
However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions.
So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
author note: hello! i'm back with one more part of this history! this one is a little shorter, but important to what comes next. Let me know if you guys want to be tagget in the next chapters.
part one | part two | part three | part four
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The second time Satoru was sure he was going to freak out thinking about you.
This time, he was alone with you at your house, without Suguru or Ieri to make him nervous.
"If you take a picture, it lasts longer, Toru," you joked, trying to break the weird tension between you two.
You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch while looking at your laptop on the coffee table. College had barely started, and it was already driving you crazy, with projects piling up. But with Satoru staring nonstop, it was a little hard to concentrate with those blue eyes practically piercing your soul.
He seemed to push aside whatever thoughts were in his head and turned his attention back to the program playing on the TV.
Deciding to end whatever was happening, you closed your laptop and turned to him.
"What’s going on, Toru?"
Satoru looked at you again, letting out what seemed to be a sigh.
"Why are they taking so long? I’m starting to get bored..." A pout appeared on his lips, making him look like a ten-year-old with nothing to do.
"There’s a sink full of dishes to wash… or you can tell me what’s overloading that pretty little head of yours," you smiled, standing up and moving to the empty spot on the couch next to him before sitting down.
You poked his side, earning what sounded like a laugh disguised as a scream.
Gojo had been caught off guard; he hadn’t expected you to notice that he was distant, lost in a parallel world — one where, perhaps, you were lying on the couch together, cuddling, whispering sweet words to each other. Not that you had any idea what was going on in his imaginative mind.
Another sigh escaped his lips. This time, he was looking at the ceiling, his head resting against the couch.
"I never thought I’d say this…" He was extremely nervous, but his brain couldn’t control what was about to come out of his mouth. "But I think I’m in love."
You couldn’t lie — never in a million years did you expect that. Gojo had a reputation as a player. Ever since you were kids, he had always attracted attention from both girls and boys, mainly because of his blue eyes and snow-white hair. He had always seemed uninterested when it came to relationships. There was even a time when it looked like he had finally found the love of his life, but suddenly, they broke up, and Satoru never spoke about it again.
"What?" Your mouth fell slightly open in surprise.
He flashed his signature grin, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
"You know how it is… everyone falls in love someday…"
Just as it seemed like he was about to start a monologue about how he was human and bound to fall in love at some point, his phone rang.
It was Suguru.
"Gojo, why isn’t my sister answering her phone?" As soon as he brought the phone to his ear, Geto spoke in an unamused tone.
Satoru glanced at you, checking if you had your phone in hand or nearby, but nothing.
"Maybe because she got tired of hearing your voice…"
"Gojo!"
"Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk to you!"
Satoru could imagine the sour expression Geto was making on the other end of the line, almost making him burst into laughter at the thought, but he figured it was best not to annoy his friend any further.
"Listen up, Satoru! If you’re doing anything to—" Before the other could finish, Satoru hung up, not wanting to hear whatever was about to come out of Geto’s mouth.
You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out who was on the other end of the call. Then, noticing the way Gojo spoke and flashed an inexplicable smile, you came to the conclusion that it was probably Suguru.
"What did he want?" you asked.
"I think you should check your phone."
Examining his expression and, unfortunately, not detecting anything unusual, you got up from the couch and started searching for your phone all over the house.
Satoru watched the scene with amusement, but his moment of joy was short-lived when you suddenly reappeared.
"TORU!" You looked ecstatic, your eyes wide as you stared at the screen of your phone, a sweet smile adorning your lips.
He was almost certain that if he had heart problems, his heart wouldn’t have survived the scare your sudden scream had given him.
"I have a date!"
You turned the phone screen toward him so he could see the messages. However, Satoru was in complete shock. Not because you had a date, but because he wasn’t the one who had asked you out.
He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out.
He quickly realized that the smile you had worn just moments ago had turned into a frown, and your face had gone blank. He couldn’t quite figure out what you were feeling or thinking, but he knew his reaction wasn’t the best.
He was completely screwed.
You lowered your phone as soon as you noticed the strange look on his face, and suddenly, something clicked inside you.
Why wasn’t he reacting at all?
You were his friend — why didn’t he seem even slightly happy for you?
The answer was right in front of you, but you didn’t see it.
He wasn't happy because that smile of happiness, that celebration for being asked out, wasn't for him.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 1060 (part one)
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you.
However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions.
So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
author note: hey guys! i think i'm a little obsessed with gojo, so there is another history with him!!! i hope you guys are doing well, here in brasil is pretty hot, so dont forget to drink some water!
English is not my first language!
masterlist
It had been fifteen seconds since Gojo Satoru had been staring intently in your direction. Anyone watching from afar would clearly say that he was a crazy guy obsessed with a girl and that he liked to stalk her around. In fact, this was the complete opposite, you had known each other for years, almost more than half of your lives, and in the situation you were in, Satoru really did look like a maniac staring in your direction, but not on purpose, he was almost hypnotized, unable to stop looking and thinking.
“If you keep staring a little longer, he’s going to find out.” The one who stole the young man's attention was Ieiri, one of the best people who had crossed the young man's life, and also, a long-time friendship that, possibly, was the first person who noticed the different way he looked at you.
He sipped a little of the drink he held in his hands, trying to pay attention to something else.
Satoru, in fact, wanted to be able to forget your existence, at least for a day, and nullify any feeling he had for you. He knew that he could never even touch your hair or whisper words of affection to you, after all, Geto Suguru was your older brother, and he knew very well what had happened to other people who had confessed to you.
This was the first time he thought he was screwed.
Coming in his and Shoko’s direction, Geto had a small smile on his lips and a cup in his hand.
Suguru and Satoru had a long history. They were childhood friends, lived on the same street, and studied at the same school. And, even after leaving high school, they went to the same college and the same fraternity. They were the perfect definition of best friends and Satoru didn’t want to ruin that. After all, Geto had a huge attachment to you and knew that it wouldn’t be easy to convince his friend that this wasn’t just a joke.
“Why is he like that?” Suguru asked Shoko, who was watching the scene without expressing any kind of reaction.
“He got dumped”, she replied, lying, while pulling a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.
Geto pretended to punch his friend’s shoulder.
“Stop being an idiot and enjoy the party!”
Gojo pushed himself off the beam he was leaning against and ran a hand through the white strands of his hair.
“I’m going to get another drink”, he said and passed by Suguru and Shoko towards the kitchen, where the various drinks of the party were.
As he walked, some people greeted him, after all, he was one of the hosts of the party, however, he only gave a small smile and continued on his path. He was starting to get stressed with himself and didn’t want to chat with others.
However, the last person he wanted to see at that moment was in the room, near the kitchen sink, filling a cup with some cheap drink that was there.
“You know it’s rude to stare, right?” Gojo was quickly pulled out of his reverie when he heard your voice. He blinked a few times, a little stunned, but quickly composed himself and stuck his tongue out at you.
“What’s that?” The young man walked up to you, asking about the liquid in your cup.
“Energy drink.”
“Just that?”
He seemed surprised by your answer and took the cup from your hand, sipping a little of the drink in an attempt to see if you were telling the truth. And you really weren’t lying, it was just a bit of cheap energy drink that you had bought earlier.
“What happened? Did Suguru forbid you from drinking or something?” He handed the cup back to you and went towards the fridge and took a bottle of Heineken from it.
“You guys should work for them”, you said, referring to the beer brand, rolling your eyes and, now, it was your turn to stick your tongue out at him.
Satoru walked in your direction, put his arm around your shoulders, and whispered in your ear:
“You look really pretty today”
And a blush appeared on your cheeks upon hearing the compliment. Satoru knew very well how to make you flustered, even more so after discovering that compliments were your weak point.
Then, he started guiding you through the crowd, leading you to where Suguru and Ieri were talking.
“Look who I found lost in the kitchen”, Satoru commented with a smile.
Suguru gave his famous smile when he saw you, and Shoko put out the cigarette she had on her lips, throwing the butt into a nearby trash can.
“Enjoying the party?”, your brother asked you.
However, you were more paying attention to Satoru’s arm around your shoulders, which, as much as it was common, made you extremely nervous. And, to your displeasure, Suguru had noticed.
“It’s going fine”, you replied as you moved away from Satoru’s arm.
More and more, you were certain that being at that party was one of the biggest mistakes you had made over twenty years. Being near Satoru Gojo, in fact, was your biggest mistake.
But what to do when he was your brother’s best friend? The person who, since you were five years old, had been part of half of your day and whom you grew up watching become the person he is today?
What to do when you are in love with your best friend?
Suddenly, one of your friends approached, calling you to meet some other people, and, as an attempt to avoid Gojo, you followed her.
The smile that had been on Suguru’s face simply disappeared.
“What the fuck was that, Gojo?”, he asked, punching his friend’s arm, the same one who had been watching you walk away, and who was startled after such an action.
“What?”, Satoru seemed extremely scared by the question, knowing very well that he had noticed.
“I think you better not try anything… or else I’ll beat you up”, Geto threatened the other and walked towards the kitchen of the house.
“Pff… I told you, ‘Toru!” Shoko had a small smile on her face, the famous look of someone who warned and the other didn’t take it seriously.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age
words: 1060 (part one)
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you.
However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions.
So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
author note: hey guys! i think i'm a little obsessed with gojo, so there is another history with him!!! i hope you guys are doing well, here in brasil is pretty hot, so dont forget to drink some water!
English is not my first language!
masterlist
It had been fifteen seconds since Gojo Satoru had been staring intently in your direction. Anyone watching from afar would clearly say that he was a crazy guy obsessed with a girl and that he liked to stalk her around. In fact, this was the complete opposite, you had known each other for years, almost more than half of your lives, and in the situation you were in, Satoru really did look like a maniac staring in your direction, but not on purpose, he was almost hypnotized, unable to stop looking and thinking.
“If you keep staring a little longer, he’s going to find out.” The one who stole the young man's attention was Ieiri, one of the best people who had crossed the young man's life, and also, a long-time friendship that, possibly, was the first person who noticed the different way he looked at you.
He sipped a little of the drink he held in his hands, trying to pay attention to something else.
Satoru, in fact, wanted to be able to forget your existence, at least for a day, and nullify any feeling he had for you. He knew that he could never even touch your hair or whisper words of affection to you, after all, Geto Suguru was your older brother, and he knew very well what had happened to other people who had confessed to you.
This was the first time he thought he was screwed.
Coming in his and Shoko’s direction, Geto had a small smile on his lips and a cup in his hand.
Suguru and Satoru had a long history. They were childhood friends, lived on the same street, and studied at the same school. And, even after leaving high school, they went to the same college and the same fraternity. They were the perfect definition of best friends and Satoru didn’t want to ruin that. After all, Geto had a huge attachment to you and knew that it wouldn’t be easy to convince his friend that this wasn’t just a joke.
“Why is he like that?” Suguru asked Shoko, who was watching the scene without expressing any kind of reaction.
“He got dumped”, she replied, lying, while pulling a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.
Geto pretended to punch his friend’s shoulder.
“Stop being an idiot and enjoy the party!”
Gojo pushed himself off the beam he was leaning against and ran a hand through the white strands of his hair.
“I’m going to get another drink”, he said and passed by Suguru and Shoko towards the kitchen, where the various drinks of the party were.
As he walked, some people greeted him, after all, he was one of the hosts of the party, however, he only gave a small smile and continued on his path. He was starting to get stressed with himself and didn’t want to chat with others.
However, the last person he wanted to see at that moment was in the room, near the kitchen sink, filling a cup with some cheap drink that was there.
“You know it’s rude to stare, right?” Gojo was quickly pulled out of his reverie when he heard your voice. He blinked a few times, a little stunned, but quickly composed himself and stuck his tongue out at you.
“What’s that?” The young man walked up to you, asking about the liquid in your cup.
“Energy drink.”
“Just that?”
He seemed surprised by your answer and took the cup from your hand, sipping a little of the drink in an attempt to see if you were telling the truth. And you really weren’t lying, it was just a bit of cheap energy drink that you had bought earlier.
“What happened? Did Suguru forbid you from drinking or something?” He handed the cup back to you and went towards the fridge and took a bottle of Heineken from it.
“You guys should work for them”, you said, referring to the beer brand, rolling your eyes and, now, it was your turn to stick your tongue out at him.
Satoru walked in your direction, put his arm around your shoulders, and whispered in your ear:
“You look really pretty today”
And a blush appeared on your cheeks upon hearing the compliment. Satoru knew very well how to make you flustered, even more so after discovering that compliments were your weak point.
Then, he started guiding you through the crowd, leading you to where Suguru and Ieri were talking.
“Look who I found lost in the kitchen”, Satoru commented with a smile.
Suguru gave his famous smile when he saw you, and Shoko put out the cigarette she had on her lips, throwing the butt into a nearby trash can.
“Enjoying the party?”, your brother asked you.
However, you were more paying attention to Satoru’s arm around your shoulders, which, as much as it was common, made you extremely nervous. And, to your displeasure, Suguru had noticed.
“It’s going fine”, you replied as you moved away from Satoru’s arm.
More and more, you were certain that being at that party was one of the biggest mistakes you had made over twenty years. Being near Satoru Gojo, in fact, was your biggest mistake.
But what to do when he was your brother’s best friend? The person who, since you were five years old, had been part of half of your day and whom you grew up watching become the person he is today?
What to do when you are in love with your best friend?
Suddenly, one of your friends approached, calling you to meet some other people, and, as an attempt to avoid Gojo, you followed her.
The smile that had been on Suguru’s face simply disappeared.
“What the fuck was that, Gojo?”, he asked, punching his friend’s arm, the same one who had been watching you walk away, and who was startled after such an action.
“What?”, Satoru seemed extremely scared by the question, knowing very well that he had noticed.
“I think you better not try anything… or else I’ll beat you up”, Geto threatened the other and walked towards the kitchen of the house.
“Pff… I told you, ‘Toru!” Shoko had a small smile on her face, the famous look of someone who warned and the other didn’t take it seriously.
pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader
warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age.
words: 1060 (part one)
synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you.
However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions.
So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.
author note: hey guys! i think i'm a little obsessed with gojo, so there is another history with him!!! i hope you guys are doing well, here in brasil is pretty hot, so dont forget to drink some water!
English is not my first language!
part one | part two | part three | part four
masterlist
It had been fifteen seconds since Gojo Satoru had been staring intently in your direction. Anyone watching from afar would clearly say that he was a crazy guy obsessed with a girl and that he liked to stalk her around. In fact, this was the complete opposite, you had known each other for years, almost more than half of your lives, and in the situation you were in, Satoru really did look like a maniac staring in your direction, but not on purpose, he was almost hypnotized, unable to stop looking and thinking.
“If you keep staring a little longer, he’s going to find out.” The one who stole the young man's attention was Ieiri, one of the best people who had crossed the young man's life, and also, a long-time friendship that, possibly, was the first person who noticed the different way he looked at you.
He sipped a little of the drink he held in his hands, trying to pay attention to something else.
Satoru, in fact, wanted to be able to forget your existence, at least for a day, and nullify any feeling he had for you. He knew that he could never even touch your hair or whisper words of affection to you, after all, Geto Suguru was your older brother, and he knew very well what had happened to other people who had confessed to you.
This was the first time he thought he was screwed.
Coming in his and Shoko’s direction, Geto had a small smile on his lips and a cup in his hand.
Suguru and Satoru had a long history. They were childhood friends, lived on the same street, and studied at the same school. And, even after leaving high school, they went to the same college and the same fraternity. They were the perfect definition of best friends and Satoru didn’t want to ruin that. After all, Geto had a huge attachment to you and knew that it wouldn’t be easy to convince his friend that this wasn’t just a joke.
“Why is he like that?” Suguru asked Shoko, who was watching the scene without expressing any kind of reaction.
“He got dumped”, she replied, lying, while pulling a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.
Geto pretended to punch his friend’s shoulder.
“Stop being an idiot and enjoy the party!”
Gojo pushed himself off the beam he was leaning against and ran a hand through the white strands of his hair.
“I’m going to get another drink”, he said and passed by Suguru and Shoko towards the kitchen, where the various drinks of the party were.
As he walked, some people greeted him, after all, he was one of the hosts of the party, however, he only gave a small smile and continued on his path. He was starting to get stressed with himself and didn’t want to chat with others.
However, the last person he wanted to see at that moment was in the room, near the kitchen sink, filling a cup with some cheap drink that was there.
“You know it’s rude to stare, right?” Gojo was quickly pulled out of his reverie when he heard your voice. He blinked a few times, a little stunned, but quickly composed himself and stuck his tongue out at you.
“What’s that?” The young man walked up to you, asking about the liquid in your cup.
“Energy drink.”
“Just that?”
He seemed surprised by your answer and took the cup from your hand, sipping a little of the drink in an attempt to see if you were telling the truth. And you really weren’t lying, it was just a bit of cheap energy drink that you had bought earlier.
“What happened? Did Suguru forbid you from drinking or something?” He handed the cup back to you and went towards the fridge and took a bottle of Heineken from it.
“You guys should work for them”, you said, referring to the beer brand, rolling your eyes and, now, it was your turn to stick your tongue out at him.
Satoru walked in your direction, put his arm around your shoulders, and whispered in your ear:
“You look really pretty today”
And a blush appeared on your cheeks upon hearing the compliment. Satoru knew very well how to make you flustered, even more so after discovering that compliments were your weak point.
Then, he started guiding you through the crowd, leading you to where Suguru and Ieri were talking.
“Look who I found lost in the kitchen”, Satoru commented with a smile.
Suguru gave his famous smile when he saw you, and Shoko put out the cigarette she had on her lips, throwing the butt into a nearby trash can.
“Enjoying the party?”, your brother asked you.
However, you were more paying attention to Satoru’s arm around your shoulders, which, as much as it was common, made you extremely nervous. And, to your displeasure, Suguru had noticed.
“It’s going fine”, you replied as you moved away from Satoru’s arm.
More and more, you were certain that being at that party was one of the biggest mistakes you had made over twenty years. Being near Satoru Gojo, in fact, was your biggest mistake.
But what to do when he was your brother’s best friend? The person who, since you were five years old, had been part of half of your day and whom you grew up watching become the person he is today?
What to do when you are in love with your best friend?
Suddenly, one of your friends approached, calling you to meet some other people, and, as an attempt to avoid Gojo, you followed her.
The smile that had been on Suguru’s face simply disappeared.
“What the fuck was that, Gojo?”, he asked, punching his friend’s arm, the same one who had been watching you walk away, and who was startled after such an action.
“What?”, Satoru seemed extremely scared by the question, knowing very well that he had noticed.
“I think you better not try anything… or else I’ll beat you up”, Geto threatened the other and walked towards the kitchen of the house.
“Pff… I told you, ‘Toru!” Shoko had a small smile on her face, the famous look of someone who warned and the other didn’t take it seriously.
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