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campus crush gojo

your campus crush wasn't who you expected him to be, and now it's too late to get rid of him.

cw: headcanons, angst, yandere/dark themes, implied captivity, mdni, preview to a series i'm making

𑣲⋆ you knew of gojo before he knew of you. how could you not when he was the golden boy of the campus?

𑣲⋆ your friends would groan and roll their eyes every time you’d begin to ramble about how cute he looked in his latest post, how funny a joke you overheard him tell was, how flattering the new shirt he always wore was. 

𑣲⋆ although it seemed half the world was aware of how head over heels you were, gojo seemed to not know of your existence, and you honestly preferred that way.

𑣲⋆ admittedly, you were a bit nervous at the prospect of his attention, not knowing how you’d react if he even looked your way. 

𑣲⋆ you couldn’t describe your shock, seeing him sit in a random chair in the middle of your lecture room for your first class of the semester.

𑣲⋆ sitting all the way in the back, you began to let yourself get carried away every time you’d watch him, swooning at the way he’d carelessly laugh and smile so brightly it could light up the room.

𑣲⋆ unbeknownst to you, gojo was actually more than aware of your adoration. it amused him if anything.

𑣲⋆ he’s the gojo satoru, it came as no shock that you looked like you were ready at your wedding altar every time he’d catch your sight.

𑣲⋆ honestly, it was entertaining to know how obsessed you were with a man you hadn’t even met. in his head, you were foolish if anything.

𑣲⋆ he’d joke about it with geto and shoko, hinting at the idea of playing a bit of a prank. just a small idea to get him through the semester without dying of boredom.

𑣲⋆ you swear you almost passed out the day gojo approached you, flashing you that familiar smile and mentioning how you two should hang out and study one day.

𑣲⋆ he had to physically hold himself back from laughing as you eagerly agreed, nodding frantically. it was a little cute, he had to admit. maybe the hard part of his plan wouldn’t be that hard.

𑣲⋆ one hang out led to another, and before you knew it, you were deluded enough to believe gojo seriously had feelings for you. every time he’d offer you his jacket when he’d see you shiver, every time he’d buy you a sweet treat without you asking, every time he’d gaze at you for a second too long. 

𑣲⋆ while you were at your friend’s house, ranting about how you honestly think he’s the one and how you might have your first boyfriend soon, gojo was drunk next to geto, laughing himself to the death while telling both his friends about how clingy you were getting.

𑣲⋆ although, gojo wasn’t exactly sure when things started to change.

𑣲⋆ slowly but surely, your voice became familiar, your presence became warm, your little laugh when he’d joke around, it all became something he could no longer control.

𑣲⋆ it left him spiraling, not being used to possibly having less control over a situation than he wanted.

𑣲⋆ little by little, it felt less like a dumb joke to entertain himself, and instead became the reason why he’d stay awake at night, staring at his ceiling, thinking of the next time he’d get to see you.

𑣲⋆ he had never had a crush before, no, just simple flings here and there that were mostly physical rather than emotional. this is why he was so flustered at the idea that you were actually becoming more bearable.

𑣲⋆ as his feelings grew, so did his possession, an uncomfortable pit in his stomach forming every time he’d see you on campus speaking to another person. you should be with him, not them. don’t you love him? he knows you do, so why are you simply waving at him and looking back at the person next to you.

𑣲⋆ gojo couldn’t wait around, letting you slip past his fingers, which is why he invites you to a small picnic watching the sunset. something romantic that he would never envision himself doing in his life. 

𑣲⋆ the moment was everything you wished for, as he threaded your fingers together, snuggling his head into your neck before pulling away to tell you the words — “i want to be with you, if you’d let me.”

𑣲⋆ as he suspected, you accepted immediately, body shaking as he engulfed you, pressing his lips into yours. the moment was sweet, soft, domestic. the same was true for your relationship.

𑣲⋆ he was a gentleman, bringing you flowers to your door, taking you to the most lavish restaurants in the city, cuddling with you on his couch while you watched a random movie you chose. he’d always let you choose.

𑣲⋆ the first time you made love felt like gojo found a missing piece of the puzzle that is his life. he was not new to sex, having had many previous encounters with other women, but something felt different about this. had you not been shutting your eyes closed as he gently thrusted into you, you would have noticed he was crying.

𑣲⋆ everything was perfect, until it wasn’t.

𑣲⋆ you weren’t answering his texts, a weird notion considering you normally would reply in five minutes. he tried not to think much of it, picking up some food on his way to your apartment. the light in your room was on, he could see from the street as he approached the lobby.

𑣲⋆ after a short elevator ride, he reached your door, knocking with a warm smile on his face. the smile slowly faded as you failed to answer his knocking for the fourth time. he knew you were home, why weren’t you answering?

𑣲⋆ he was worried, wondering if maybe something happened to you. he wouldn’t forgive himself if he let you into harm’s way, making him knock so hard your neighbors began to peak out of their windows in curiosity.

𑣲⋆ the door opened reluctantly, revealing your sad state. you were crying, it was clear, as your eyes were puffy and red.

𑣲⋆ gojo immediately dropped the food, rushing up to you with his arms already out. before he was even able to speak a word, you were stepping back to avoid his touch.

𑣲⋆ “angel, what’s wrong?” he sounded frantic, taking one more step. “did you think i wouldn’t find out?”

𑣲⋆ your question made him stop, eyes squinting in confusion at what you were talking about. you sighed, unlocking your phone and facing it in his direction. you looked away as he read the text on your screen, unable to hold eye contact because you know you’d cry even harder.

𑣲⋆ gojo’s heart dropped fully as he read.

𑣲⋆ hey, ur with gojo right? sorry, im in ur class and overheard him talking to his friends about a bet like two months ago, something about him winning u over. just wanted to let u know.

𑣲⋆ he didn’t know what to do. it felt like he died, he wanted to die. how did he let himself hurt you this badly? his head was shaking, tears already lining up in his eyes. “baby, you have to believe me. i… i love you, i- i’m so sorry.”

𑣲⋆ his breath was heavy, breaking as he saw you retract yourself even further from his body, “so it’s true?”

𑣲⋆ gojo doesn't recall much else of that night specifically, only small memories of him falling to his knees, begging you to talk it out, to let him explain how it wasn’t what it seemed like. he was unsuccessful if it was clear in the way you refused to look at him before asking him to leave.

𑣲⋆ he couldn’t function without you, not understanding how there was ever a time where he could. not understanding how there was a time where he was only with you to entertain himself.

𑣲⋆ he felt like he was going insane truly, knowing that he needed you back immediately. he sent you several bouquets, several letters, several texts before you blocked him. it was all unsuccessful.

𑣲⋆ after a month of agony, gojo realized he couldn’t let you slip through his fingers no matter how hard you seemed to want to forget of his existence.

𑣲⋆ he began to show up at your door, crying and whispering begs for you to let him back in. you never did, so he started to approach you on campus.

𑣲⋆ having already learnt your schedule when you were together, he would show up after each of your classes, trying to walk you home although you refused to acknowledge him.

𑣲⋆ you felt disconnected from him the second he confirmed it was true. in a way, part of you knew it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t what you had expected him to be, but you never imagined gojo would be the type of person to hurt you so badly. 

𑣲⋆ you would walk past him, rushing through the hallways full of students so he would lose track of you.

𑣲⋆ random texts began to infiltrate your phone, all from different numbers, all clearly the same person.

𑣲⋆ it started off as mild as it could coming from gojo, ‘i love you so much. please just let me explain.’ then, after your lack of response, the intensity would increase. ‘i can’t live without you. i miss everything about you. i won’t let you leave me, angel.’ 

𑣲⋆ you blocked each and every new number, and the amount of texts you’d receive finally started to dwindle down until you thought you were free of his possessive antics.

𑣲⋆ slowly, you were able to heal, moving on and realizing that maybe a relationship isn’t what you needed at the moment.

𑣲⋆ at the same time, gojo was thinking the exact opposite.

𑣲⋆ it was a thursday night, you were passed out in your bed, exhausted from your three hour lecture earlier in the day. your apartment was quiet, save for the sound of your door slowly creaking open as a tall figure slipped inside, standing still as he took you in for the first time in weeks. 

𑣲⋆ you looked so peaceful, and part of it calmed him down, but it wasn’t enough. he wanted you to be happy, but happy with him. 

𑣲⋆ your rest was interrupted as you felt warm hands engulf your body, freezing up as you realized someone had broken in and was currently manhandling you into a hug. 

𑣲⋆ you couldn’t even let out a yell as he picked you up swiftly, carrying you close to his chest, face nuzzling into your head. 

“i told you i wouldn’t let you leave me, let’s get home now, 'kay? your room is finally ready.”

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best friend gojo

your friend gojo is kind of creepy…

cw: dark/yandere themes, college au, implied captivity

you didn’t think much of it at first, amassing his constant presence to a simple coincidence. you’re sure it wasn’t intentional that you kept running into him in public every time you went out alone.

it was funny the first handful of times, like when you somehow accidentally enrolled in the exact same classes even though you hadn’t shown him your schedule yet.

it was hard acting like you weren’t noticing his troublesome behavior as it grew though. as your friendship blossomed, more red flags appeared. how did he know your work schedule? how did he manage to be walking down the street every time you got off, even on days you picked up spontaneous shifts from your coworkers? at first you were thankful, accepting his offer of a ride, only panicking once you got home miraculously although you had never given him your address (you were close, but not to that extent). you recall trying to bring it up, and he just grinned at you before looking away and ignoring your questioning.

– “y/n? is that you?” his voice echoed through the street as you turned around, met with the tall white-haired male covered in a large coat and scarf. “oh, gojo. hi.” you waved meekly, debating lying and saying you had somewhere to be, meaning you had no time to chat. his face twitched for a second, reminding you how much he hated when you didn’t call him toru. alas, you were too slow to leave and before you knew it, he had approached you, offering a small side hug as a greeting. you squeezed your eyes shut in anxiety, attempting to ignore your realization that he had… smelled your hair? 

you told your friends about your concerns, but they insisted you ignore them — i mean, who casually gets the chance to be pursued by the campus’ golden boy, whether it was platonic or not. you’d be a fool to let that get in between your relationship. you agreed at the time, believing you were just paranoid. 

eventually, gojo’s actions became overbearing. a day after your class, he had begged you to finally come over to his, saying he wanted to chill with you one on one.

you stood up at one point, heading to the bathroom quickly. your clumsiness caused you to forget your phone in the living room couch he was splayed out on when you came back. everything seemed normal, but why was your phone flipped on its back when you remember leaving it laying on its screen?

when you questioned him hesitantly, he played it off as a joke, weirdly annoyed when you mentioned texting some random guy from one of your classes. to no avail, his number was deleted when you tried texting him again after arriving home. 

gojo invited you over more often after that, always finding some excuse to be in your presence. one particular night, he told you he was going to head out for a second to get you some food. as soon as you heard the door lock, you let curiosity overcome you, wandering through his apartment. there was one door that caught your attention, the deadbolt covering the door knob causing intrigue to bubble up. trying your luck, you pushed the door, and to your shock it creaked open. 

you wish you hadn’t. the inside was covered in your belongings, the bed neatly made with sheets identical to yours, and the pillows stacked on top of each other replicating your tendency to organize your own. on each nightstand and dresser, there were an array of picture frames, each and every one filled with photos of you and gojo together. some displayed your sleeping face, with gojo’s staring lovingly at you — all taking place in your room, which you never let him enter before. your breath hitched as you stepped inside, opening the closet as quietly as you could to reveal your favorite articles of clothing that you swore your washing machine had eaten up, including undergarments and socks. 

tears were flowing down your cheeks, your hands shaking. your body flinched as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock being shut into place making you sob quietly. 

“you’re so cute, n/n, but so curious. i should’ve known to lock this room when i left.” his voice sounded unfamiliar, and when you finally looked behind you, his tall frame was closer than you expected. his face held a pout, and you couldn’t tell if he was mocking you or just genuinely upset. you weren’t sure which was worse. 

another sob racked through your body as you tried to step back, yet he followed, concern and delusion swimming in his eyes at the sound of your distress. “baby, don’t cry. c’mere.” he opened his arms, steeping even closer. you had nowhere to run as his arms engulfed you, trying your best to convince yourself this was a dream, and your friend gojo wasn’t twisting your hair in his fingers, patting your back and cooing at you. 

you were never able to adjust to waking up on your copycat bed in his bare arms, with his overwhelmingly blue eyes gazing at you lovingly. his little whispers were so gentle as he’d manhandle you back into his chest, holding you until you’d go back to sleep, hugging you a little harder every time he’d hear you cry to yourself.

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best friend gojo

the concept of gojo satoru doing the chuu heart after motor boating you...

cw: nudity, mdni

satoru gojo had a bad habit of huffing like a child every time something irked him in the slightest. 

when someone would cut him off on a highway, when someone would bump into him without apologizing, when someone would interrupt him as he spoke.

gojo had no sense of holding back when he was annoyed. you were honestly used to your best friend’s childish antics after knowing him for six years, which is why you weren’t moved when you heard his familiar huff as he glared at you. 

— “for the last time, toru. i’m not showing you my boobs.” queue a dramatic sigh. “i genuinely don’t understand why. i just wanna see.” you smacked him in the head before scooting away on the couch he was currently cornering you in. “it’s weird. just pay attention to the movie.”

the white haired male rolled his eyes before sinking into his seat and begrudgingly focusing on the random romcom playing in the background. you thought you were finally safe from his complaints until five minutes passed and another loud huff was heard by your side.

when you looked over in gojo’s direction, the first thing you noticed was his eyes pointed somewhere below your neck. you groaned, moving your hand to flick his forehead yet his hand caught your arm before you were able to. caught off guard, you locked eyes with him and noticed an emotion – lust – that you only saw when he was half tipsy and really desperate.

“pleaseeee. you don’t even have a bra on! you do it on purpose, i swear.” he was begging at this point, his hand still on your arm as he leaned forward, getting closer to where you sat in your spot. 

you were used to this behavior. for some reason, gojo always turned situations weirdly sexual when you were alone. “i just… i’m so curious.” he crouched down pathetically, looking up at you and continuing to hold eye contact past his messy white bangs while pouting. 

rolling your own eyes, you yanked your hand back out of his hold, seemingly debating yourself mentally before pushing him away. his pout turned into a full-on grimace at your rejection, yet he had no time to process when your hands fell down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up until it was resting on top of your collarbone. 

gojo’s mouth dropped, stumbling with a word you’ll never hear as he interrupted himself, diving into your chest. “wha-” you fell back onto the couch as he wedged his face in between your tits, his hands holding your bare waist to steady himself as he sighed in bliss. 

you weren’t expecting him to be so forward, yet your shock went unnoticed as he dragged his mouth over each of your breasts, essentially drowning himself in your essence. snapping out of it, you pushed him off — which was admittedly hard due to his grip on you — and smacked him on the head before pulling your shirt back down. 

over the moon, gojo simply smiled up at you with all his teeth before shutting his eyes closed and throwing up a peace sign with each hand. “zank youuuu~” “no way i just showed you my boobs and you’re doing aegyo.” his eyes remained closed as he moved his fingers into a heart, resulting in one more good head smack before he finally looked at the tv again, never mentioning it again.