It had been a few months since she became Mirage’s roommate, and month by month, her room was looking more like, well, her. You were used to the machinery, blueprints, and tools scattered around. But this was something else.
“Is there a fight happening that I’m not aware of?” you asked as you stepped into Rampart’s room. She had rigged the whole place with explosives. You stepped over a trip wire, thankful you had even noticed it in the first place.
“Nah. I just wanna see what happens if Santa comes in.” said the mechanic. She was at her desk, busy painting an ornament.
You crossed your arms. “Santa’s not real.”
“Well someone delivered presents in a costume last year, according to Witt. I wanted to scorch their bottoms. Just once.” said Rampart, flicking the paintbrush in your direction.
“No. Absolutely not. That’s dangerous!”
Rampart shrugged, smiling with a toothy grin, “that’s never stopped me.”
The group dragged themselves back to the Keep. Bloody and bruised. Grog carried you on his back, your arms around his neck. He hissed when he felt your hand graze the cut on his neck.
"Sorry." You mumble into his ear.
"Ah, it's alright. I've had fights back home that ended worse that this." Grog grins with a big toothy grin. There are groans heard all around you.
"Not all of us brawled with goliaths Grog." Vax stretches his arms above his head as the Keep finally comes into view.
"Home sweet home." Scanlan groans as he opens the door, "I'm gonna go pass out."
"First good idea I've heard all day." You say as you get down. You can feel Grog's eyes still on you, "You doing ok big guy?"
"Uh... yes. Are... you?" His eyes look over your busted lip and the gashes over your clothes. Pike snorts as she watches you two, especially Grog.
You give him a hard pat on his muscular back, "I'm fine. Nothing a little healing and a beauty sleep won't fix." You wink at the big barbarian as you leave to your room.
Hours pass as you can't seem to catch much sleep at all. A knock on your door wakes you up completely. It's a heavy knock, one that you would recognize at any time. You rush to open the door to find Grog standing there, a little awkwardly.
"Pike told me to give you this." He shoves a little vile into your hands, "To help with your beautiful sleep."
You quirk a brow, "Oh! Yeah, sorry, I'm a little sleepy. Thank you, Grog. For bringing this to me."
"No problem. You know you don't need sleep to make you pretty." He smiles with a big smile across his face. His words, his expression, his face, it's all so genuine. That's what you like about Grog, he's always honest, he always says and does exactly what's on his mind. Maybe you should take a page from his book.
"Could you bent down a bit for me? I'd like to thank you for today." At the mention of that you can see a little sparkle of interest in Grog's eyes. He bends his knees and moves closer to you. When he's close enough you gently put your hands on his chest and kiss him. There's a little sound of surprise from him before you feel him smile into the kiss. Then he laughs, it makes you smile as well.
"Sorry." He whispers as he pulls away, a grin still on his face, "Can we try again?" His hand reaches up and cups the entire left side of your head as he tilts your head. He draws closer, still unable to kiss the smile off his face.
"As many times as you want Grog." Grog is very quick to kiss you again, mindful of the little cut on your lip.
summary: a high school reunion brings you and kento together for the first time in six years.
wc: 2.7k
a/n: LMAO this started as a little angsty blurb then began a morphed character study but anyways i present to you something that has lived rent free in my mind for two months
cw: no curses au, mutual pining/regret, rumination, angst/little to no comfort, a smidgeon of fluff, smoking, reader's mother has passed, mentions of skinny dipping, mentions of losing virginity (a line of smut), thoughts of cheating (not acting on it), big brain existential crisis thoughts
song inspo: coffee and cigarettes by the night game
nanami kento looks so handsome with the wedding ring glinting brightly on his finger. you see him from across the gym, knowing that he had gotten there exactly fifteen minutes early and waited in his car to walk through the gym doors exactly at 7:00pm. meanwhile, you hadn’t bothered to start getting ready until that time, showing up an hour and a half late.
many of your friends from high school attend the reunion and squeal when you finally stride through the door. a multitude of arms wrap around you, familiarity of those days skipping through the hallways and gossiping after school. you can’t help but acknowledge those who are too far away to even think about returning to their hometown for a dumb reunion.
your friends who come from just a few towns over ask about the band on your finger and you tell them of your husband who stayed home with a sick daughter. of course, they lose their minds over how sweet and valiant he is. you only nod along, eyes trained on the blond standing by the table laden with food. the conversation with your old classmates dies down and you make your move.
“color looks good on you, kennie,” you smile. the blond looks at you over his cup full of punch, giving you a tender smile that sends your heart racing. you never saw him wear any other color but black in his days of youth, but the deep blue shirt and the spotted tie tell you of a growth in character that you can’t begin to fathom. you wonder if the woman that put the wedding band on his finger was the one that styled him.
“it’s good to see you,” he murmurs. you lean in to hear him over the music, finding that the only thing that the movement aids in is turning your legs into jelly at how close your bodies get.
nanami isn’t too sure of why he came. his wife didn’t care what he chose, seeing as he told her that he had a friend that he would be able to stay with, and it wasn’t a total lie. he just didn’t know at the time if you had an extra room in your house, if you had upgraded to a larger space, if those rooms were filled with toys and carbon copies of your beautiful face.
the star of the football team and head cheerleader take the stage and show a slideshow full of pictures from the glory days. everyone has a good laugh at the silly faces and the outlandish fashion that ruled over their high school experience.
you and ken have to laugh at a picture of the two of you sharing a smoke underneath the bleachers, grinning at the camera like a couple of delinquents. the itch to pull on one hits you, so you elbow him and he follows, much to the amusement of the other adults in the room as the slide for “most likely to get married” shows your faces.
“you smoke still?” ken asks the obvious question as you fumble in your purse for the pack and a lighter. you find what you’re looking for, setting the cigarette between your teeth. your hands tremble as you try to ignite the lighter. you’d like to blame it on the fact that you hadn’t had a fix since that morning, but kento’s gaze searing into you trumps every excuse.
“yeah,” you talk around the thing in your teeth before taking a long pull. you lean against the exterior of the gym and watch as the smoke billows out between your lips. you pluck the cigarette from its place and offer it to him. he shakes his head. you smile and take the hit instead before marveling, “you quit! goody two shoes.”
“a while ago.” ken’s arm brushes against yours as he takes a place beside you, watching the first few people begin to leave the reunion.
“i did when i was pregnant, but i missed it too much.”
you can feel his eyes on you at the statement you didn’t want to utter. it felt like some sort of duty to your husband.
“kids?”
“yup,” you smile. “two girls and a boy. all as cute as can be. you?”
“yeah.”
he doesn’t elaborate. you pretend not to hear the way his voice catches on the syllable. you stay silent for a minute more, then ask what he’s doing now. he tells you that he’s in the city, working an economic or banking job that you don’t really understand. a few terms that stuck in your mind from your college classes years ago jump out at you, but the whole thing is mainly jargon that you nod along with. ken knows that you don’t understand, which is why he asks you what you’ve been doing quickly after he finishes.
“well, i had to escape this town just for a little bit, but i ended up taking over my mom’s vet practice when she passed. i’m not really sure why i came back, seeing as i wanted to get out for so long.”
but kento knows why you did. your sense of loyalty and responsibility always came shining through when you were younger, as much as you wanted to deny it and lean into a rebellious phase that you thought was going to last forever. that’s one of the things that he loves - no, loved, about you so much.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t know that your mother had passed.” it was the only sentence to push out from his dry mouth.
“it was a few years after i had gotten back, so i was able to spend a good amount of time shadowing her. the transition was easy after that.”
a heavy silence hangs in between the two of you as you take one last pull of the cigarette, flicking it into the bushes onto the grave of the butts you dug into the same spot in high school.
kento watches you as you twist the strands of your hair while you wait for something to say to magically pop into your head. he thinks that you haven’t changed a bit - even your mannerisms are the same. you still have flecks of beautiful color in your eyes, that one crooked tooth that four years of braces couldn’t fix.
being back in town reminds him of you. every street has a memory, every crack in the sidewalk, every window gleaming in the sunlight. he can’t help but imagine what his life would’ve been like if he had stayed, if he had conquered the fear of settling down in a place that he had longed to escape for so long.
kento feels trapped in his life. he hates to think of it that way. he has it good. he has a loving wife (that looks suspiciously similar to you), a baby, a house that’s not too big, not too small, a six figure job, a dog, a white picket fence. but it still feels empty somehow.
you can’t care less about how your life is missing something. it feels good to have taken over your mother’s business, to have responsibility for something that you love doing. throwing yourself into work is an easy escape from ruminating on every regret you’ve ever had, every text you didn’t send. but that doesn’t stop those thoughts from attacking when you leave the clinic during those late nights.
“we sound like a hallmark movie,” you marvel, looking up at the stars. kento chuckles in agreement. you jump when his fingers brush against yours, but only for a moment as he grabs the cigarette you had just lit.
“i thought you-”
“for old time’s sake,” he shrugs, taking a long pull. he coughs slightly, the smoke coming out in dense bursts, before passing it back to you. you smirk, then look back up at the stars with him, ignoring the fact that your hands touch as they rest against the exterior of the gym.
together, you wordlessly think of those long nights spent out underneath the same stars, those sunsets on the bridge, the midnights spent skinny dipping in the valley. sharing a milkshake at the diner, making breakfast after school dances, passing notes to him in class that he would never answer for fear of getting caught.
you both think of those memories as soon as your heads hit the pillows, and as soon as you rise from them in the morning. it’s an aching feeling, one that no other person can fill, no other substance can satisfy. you both ran away for too long, built up your fences around yourselves.
it had taken a while though. you went off to college in different places, coming back during the breaks to see your families. those times had been the most fulfilling. you had been older, more mature, more desperate.
when you finally lost your virginities, it was to each other, like it always should have been. you’ll never forget the feeling of him surrounding you in your childhood bed, those loving whispers and tender touches as he truly made love to you. that’s how it should have been.
it had been, for the time being. a whole year and a half. a winter break, a summer break, then another. but the seasons changing meant that you both were changing too.
but those visits to home after you both had graduated college became fewer and farther in between, for him at least. you were in vet school and he was out in the working world. your mom got sick and you spent all breaks, even some weekends, coming home to help out at the clinic and make things easier in her last few years on earth. and you barely saw kento except for around christmas. however, once he brought home that girl that looked like you, you could barely find the courage to speak to him.
he guesses it was the same for him, how the last time he saw you, you were shopping with a carbon copy of himself for thanksgiving dinner. he remembers how quickly he ducked away to the next aisle, how fast he ran out of the door, how he couldn’t keep himself from hitting the steering wheel over and over again, begging whatever god there was above for the courage to claim you, even if it meant kissing you in the middle of the deli section.
that courage never came.
instead, he chooses to remember those good times. how your first kiss had been after prom, how you were both too scared to go further while his parents were still home. he still has all of your notes, all of the haphazard poems you’d scribbled across them.
will you chase the sun
with me at your side, just us?
i’m waiting for you
the crinkled pages don’t smell like they used to, like your melon shampoo or your rose perfume. they’re locked away in a box full of those memories that he hates to open, but can’t help himself from doing so from time to time.
clouds will part
under our fingertips so
we’ll be artists, ken
you look at him, watching the memories play out in his eyes, dancing across the stars that reflect off of the molten depths. a specific night comes to your mind as you imagine him six years younger laying next to you.
“what are you thinkin’ ‘bout, ken?” you asked, prodding him with your elbow.
“‘s too deep, i think,” he mused, smiling at you. you turn into him, nestling into his side to escape the bite of the chilly autumn air. he tucks his arm around you to pull you in closer to warmth. he curses himself for not bringing more blankets.
“c’mon, tell me.”
“okay…” he sighs before sweeping his hand across the night sky. “our bodies are made out of stars.”
“whaddya mean?”
“the law of energy, right? it can’t be created or destroyed. so everything on earth came from the big bang, in theory. every rock, every plant, every animal. it’s all just bundles of energy. we’re just bundles of energy. energy that came from stars. and one day, that’s where we’ll be again. you know, eventually.”
“i think you’re right, ken,” you sigh, rubbing your temples. “too much for my little brain this late at night.”
“your brain’s not little,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. his lips don’t leave your skin for a long time.
it was the last night you spent with him.
ken still remembers how the juvenile “i love yous” passed between your lips, how those words used to slip under his tongue like a drug. he was always underneath your spell. yet somehow, he had equated that with the hold that the town had on him. so you were one of the things he had to escape.
it wasn’t easy at first. every time he came back, you were waiting with a cheeky smile on your face. every meeting ended in your bodies tangled together, as it should have been, but kento was always too restless. you felt it. you felt that change.
his family up and moved out of town five years ago. he never had a reason to come back after that.
you still texted him from time to time, but after the conversations dried up and calls became more infrequent, you let him slip away. you thought that’s what he wanted. he thought that was what he had wanted. so those “hey, it’s been a while” and “happy birthday” texts became more and more scarce.
you don’t talk to each other for the rest of the night. you stand there in silence, letting those feelings collide over and over again in the tense space between you. your lookalike spouses are waiting for you at home, your children will need to be brought to school in the morning.
your phone rings.
kento watches as you bite your fingernail and nod along with the conversation, ending it with a tired “okay, i’ll be right there” and closing your eyes. one last cigarette. one last ash.
one last look over your shoulder as you wave goodbye to the man you don’t know if you’ll ever see again. the man that was the only one that made you feel like a star.
it’s cruel, you think, as you start the car to drive to the clinic, it’s cruel for someone with such big dreams to not realize that it was you all along.
it’s cruel for you to not realize that it had been him all along.
you speed away, fighting back tears along with the desire to turn the car around, the desire to run away from the three kids waiting for you to get home so that they can attack you with hugs and kisses because their father couldn’t get them to sleep without your usual bedtime story and song. you have a duty, a responsibility, and promise to fulfill, and one man from years ago can’t stop that. you had both made your choices. you both had already dug your graves. you’re buried with the burnt cigarette butts.
kento leaves soon after, not even bothering to go back outside. instead, he heads straight back to the suburbs just outside the city, greeting his dog with a tired scratch behind the ears.
you both lie in bed, staring out the window at the same stars, wondering if the other was thinking about you - and of course, they were.
two different people, two different lives, two different spouses that bear the resemblance of the ones that the others so desire to love. it’s a wicked fate, one that the lack of courage destines in the lives of those too cowardly to claim the ones they want. when the walls come tumbling down, when reality hits and you wake up next to someone you don’t recognize as the person you want to be with, that’s when the hole in your heart grows wider. it’s easy to acknowledge now, how in the absence of innocence, there was an abundance of regret.
You’ve been friends with Nanami Kento for a while now, but there’s no denying that there are some other feelings that are being suppressed. What happens when you confess, and he ultimately feels the same? No content warning- though I think I’m going to write a continuation at some point. (I was just excited because this is the first new thing I’ve written in a while and I wanted to share. Let me know if you like it!) WC: 2035
Nanami Kento was in love.
Of course wasn’t going to admit that to anyone, not even himself. Nor would he admit it to his pompous, loud-mouthed friend who would immediately run and shout it to the world on his behalf. He’s especially not going to tell the very person he has these feelings for, because that would only complicate your relationship, and he rather enjoyed the arrangement you have.
Your friendship with him was a familiar one. He wasn’t exactly a comfort in terms of affirming words or gentle touches, but you knew he’d be there for you regardless. He was always around when you needed him most, and if he wasn’t, he managed to find a way to get to you faster than anyone else could. He’d been your date to weddings, to stuffy office parties with cheap liquor and terrible food. He’d seen you through the worst break-up of your life, driving you home at three in the morning after you had tried (and failed) to drink away the pain.
All this time, he’d been your voice of reason, your steadfast, stoic support who never seemed to show his emotions, if he even felt them. Something must be said for the man who was able to keep a straight face in the face of danger or adversity. He’d seen more than enough death and destruction in his lifetime. He’d kept his cool under countless life-threatening situations while barely breaking a sweat.
Perhaps the most dangerous thing of all, however, was the person who had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the last thirty minutes of the movie. You’d invited him over for dinner– you knew he’d take over in the kitchen, and you were right. After he stood by and silently watched you butcher an onion to put in the sauce for your pasta, he slipped in behind you and grabbed the knife so quickly you barely knew what was happening. You smelled him, though, and you closed your eyes for a moment while your heart raced and your hand drifted to your cheek where his hair had barely touched your skin. Turning to find him scraping your poor onion bits into the trash, you laughed, watching him pull another from the pantry and chop it with incredible precision, adding it to the simmering broth on the stove.
Summary: Thursday night movie nights are typical with Satoru except for when the movie happens to be a little more explicit then expected.
Content Warning: smut - not too many intense themes, but slight spit warning, size kink, non gender neutral reader, teen gojo (around 17-18) slight angst towards the end, probably my gramma
Nights in after an exceptionally long day training were always a thing to look forward to, particularly with the unforgiving Jujutsu Tech assigned schedule. Nights in with Satoru on the other hand, were almost as exhausting as the school day itself.
His unforgivingly energetic and tasteless personality were almost exhausting enough to tempt you to kick the loud mouthed idiot out; for anyone else, at least, it would be - but unfortunately, the loud mouthed idiot happened to be someone you'd consider a best friend, and tolerance was something you'd come to familiarize yourself with around him.
At least, at first it was tolerance.
You'd nearly hate to admit that the 'tolerance' you harbored towards Satoru slowly turned into fondness. You guessed that's why Thursday nights had become a sort of movie night for the two of you, and why your back lay firmly against Satoru's front, laying lazily in the bed of your dorm, two pairs of eyes fixated on this weeks chosen movie.
The movie was a slow-paced romance, but building steadily towards a climax - enough so that before you both knew it, the female lead had been stripped down to nothing but her undergarments, revealing an obviously expensive pair of lace underwear beneath the shorts she had been wearing.
To this, a scoff left your lips, a scoff in which Satoru was quick to comment on.
"What?"
Your voice was low in reply. "Nothing, just... Kinda unrealistic."
There was silence for a moment as Satoru shifted his arm behind his head, before raising an eyebrow, "Unrealistic how?"
"Unrealistic like- no girl would ever wear a set that expensive so casually underneath their everyday outfits."
Once again Satoru shifted, this time to glance down at you with a exasperated look. "What?"
"Its true," You chuckled. "Lingerie is expensive and uncomfortable, no one wears it outside the bedroom."
Satoru pondered your words, tongue darting across his lip as he finally reached a conclusion of his own. "Thats not true."
To this you raised an eyebrow, in which Gojo chuckled at the sight, "Im serious, all my women wear nice expensive sets all the time."
The response Satoru gave you left you nothing short of speechless for a moment, glancing up at him in exasperation at the utter ignorance this man constantly displayed. With an audible sigh and a shake of your head, you finally allowed your eyes to leave the screen and glance at the man above you, who now sport a smug but inquisitive expression.
"Well, no shit Satoru, cause your girls know they're getting laid that night. Most girls don't just decide to wear a nice pair of lingerie without thinking she was possibly going to get dicked down later."
Satoru was silent for a moment, his expression indicating that your words might have gotten through to him before his face suddenly shifted back into smug- obviously expressing his usual hard headed nature. You once again exhaled heavily.
"Do you understand how uncomfortable that shit is? Its irritating and itchy, you always have to be careful on how you pull on them cause one wrong move and there goes 80 dollars worth of fabric. They're always riding up your ass, and you can never pull them over that little bulge on your belly. They're just inconvenient. I know from personal experience that no woman ever wears that shit unless they're tryna feel pretty for someone."
Gojo was silent for a moment contemplating the words that slipped your mouth, a smile plastered along his face at the playful yet slightly inappropriate conversation that wouldn't fly so easy if you weren't so close. He notes that you seemed to be laughing along at the thoughtful look upon his face, head turned upwards from beneath him to glance at the underside of his profile. You couldn't help but find the contemplative expression on his face humorous, laughing loudly as you pressed yourself further into his chest in order to properly look up at him.
Finally, he clicked his tongue, readjusting the position of his right leg further outwards to allow you more space as you shifted along his abdomen. "Nah, I've fucked enough girls to know. Theres no way every single one of them was thoughtful enough to wear a nice blue lacy thong all for me." He was teasing you, you realized - the asshole.
You chuckled, rolling your eyes at his sarcastically arrogant phrasing. "Boy, don't flatter yourself - no one is wearing that shit for you."
"I bet you're wearing that shit for me."
A light silence rang between the two at the indication of his statement. Satoru's smile never let up - instead growing ever so slightly at the notable way he felt your body tense against his own in the most minuscule way possible, your slightly hooded eyes holding his own with a weight the two had grown awfully familiar with.
Satoru's tone was customarily teasing, a hint of humor hidden in his voice as you chuckled, movie completely forgotten as you both indulged in the ever-present sexual tension that always seemed to hover between each other.
"My shit stays pretty for no body but myself." You emitted a playful scoff as you spoke, a heavy look glimmering in your eyes as you glanced on up at your best friend.
"I bet. Too bad, I don't believe things 'less I see them with my own eyes."
Your smile grew wider as you peered up at him and Satoru's eyes alight in interest -with a tint of excitement- as he proceeded to watch you shuffle yourself upwards a little more, head falling back to nestle against his shoulder as apposed to its previous position against his chest. "Is that so?"
Satoru's eyes pursued yours as you adjusted, admittedly satisfied with the reduced distance between yourselves, "What can I say, I'm a visual learner."
"You tryna get in my pants 'toru?" The smile on your face never let up as you spoke, both your eyes locked on the others, heated bodies leaning in ever so slightly as the conversation grew just the slightest bit more heated. "You know I'm always tryna get into that pretty little lace of yours." Satoru's crystal blue eyes grew just the slightest bit more heavy as he peaked over at his best friend before him, keeping hold of the conversation with a smirk.
You laughed once more, rolling your eyes at his insistence. "'m telling you 'toru, I don't dress up pretty for no one but myself, especially not you."
"Prove it."
Despite how heated the conversation was getting, the atmosphere around you sustained a sense of devilish playfulness, as if the thought of getting with each other hadn't been looming between you two for months on end.
You laughed at the boys words, as if the insinuation of them were nothing but a friendly gesture - a favor - that you were openly willing to help out with. "Okay." And your hand slipped away from Satoru's arm, gripping the length of your waist to slip down past your stomach and under the waistband of your sweats.
Gojo's eyes followed the length of your arm with a sly smirk, not a moment of hesitation in your actions as you proceeded to press the back of your palm up against the innerside of your sweatpants. The gesture of your hand ultimately pushed the fabric up and away from your skin, revealing a pretty yet plain pair of black underwear, topped off with a tiny black bow at the very centre of its waistband.
So now here Satoru lay, your body against his own, movie long forgotten in the background, staring down the length of his best friends raised sweatpants with an arm draped over your waist, admiring the pretty plain panties you bear as proof that you were in no apparent mindset of impressing him.
And why should you be? The two of you had been best friends for over 3 years now, and everyone around you was overly aware of the ever-growing sexual tension between the two of you, completely unaddressed and always fostering. Why should you make any effort to impress someone you were always technically 'platonically' involved with?
And he knew this, so why couldn't he explain why the boring plain panties made his body light aflame with a want - no, a need to ravage everything under the boring black fabric from where you lay? The desire he felt to make your body fall apart against his own with nothing but his hands, more then the pretty lace panties he could have sworn he loved on a woman ever could.
The smirk on your face and your smug aura as you created a peak in your pants for Gojo to view left the man in question with a smirk in of his own, eyes finally flicking away from his best friends panties to your eyes, suddenly captivated by the deliberate eye contact you two began to hold, both with devilish smirks that never seemed to fade.
The air around you grew thicker with every passing moment, inbetween you both settling an intense longing for something to happen, for a move to finally be made - presented in the form of smug, hooded eyes and shit eating grins at the presence of the others notably heated figure against them.
Satoru made note of the lust in your eyes, not a doubt in his mind that his own mimicked that of yours. And as you pulled your tongue out - in just the slightest way possible - allowing it to run the length of your bottom lip in the most mesmerizing manner he'd ever laid sight upon, he couldn't take the tension any longer, rolling his eyes into the back of their lids while a strained groan escaped his lips as he adjusted himself beneath you, trying desperately to find a position that would cool the growing heat between his legs.
You chuckled at his state, before you finally made eye contact again, your right hand still tenting your pants upwards for his eyes to revel upon. There was a silence between you once again which settled upon the room, but that silence was quickly and suddenly torn away by an unanticipated, strenuous feminine moan neither of you had been anticipating. Smirks falling flat, eyes widening at the sound, you both turned your eyes away from the other in order to glance at the tv, finally taking notice of the steadily escalating sex scene between the two main characters.
A labored breath emitted from Satoru's lips as he basked his eyes upon the screen, absolutely dumbfounded by the site of the female lead on her knees, breast frantically bouncing for the screen to see as she arched her back into the male lead behind her, who was thrusting heavy hips into her from behind. His head lay snuggly in the curve of her neck, as the woman's hand tugged and pulled at the disheveled hair upon it. And the moans - oh the moans - were echoing around the room as if it were made of marble, reverberating through the ears of both Satoru and yourself, as you both gaped along in lustful awe at the site.
The air between the two of you grew to a point beyond return, a richly dense atmosphere unlike anything the two had ever experienced before as your eyes collectively endured the absurdly lewd image of the girl being pounded into by her love interest. And suddenly Satoru couldn't take it anymore, glancing down at the hand you had yet to move from your pants out of sheer shock, not a moment of uncertainty becoming him as an instantaneous hand of his own ran down the length of your pants, dipping under the black fabric of your underwear without a single hesitant thought.
Your eyes widened beyond a point they had ever extended before the moment Satoru's hand plunged past the waistline of the black underwear you had been so confident to show him not a moment ago, "Satoru?!"
"You gonna let me? Or you gonna stop me?" The question was genuine but the unwavering smirk on his face expressed that he wholly knew what your answer would be either way. And with his overly attractive eyes boring right into your own, along with the burning touch of his fingers just millimeters from your clit, you allowed yourself to let out a shaky, "Please Satoru." And that was all he needed.
Warm fingers now dancing upon the skin of your most lewd area - all the air in your lungs seemingly dispersed, head spinning frantically as your vision blurred until all you could see was white. A desperate moan escaped your lips at the heavenly feeling of your best friends hands rubbing circles against your clit, and your body couldn't comprehend the otherworldly sensations bestowed upon you so suddenly by him, squirming around in pure instinct to the hot pleasure and relief between your legs.
Satoru, witnessing the image of you suddenly unable to contain the instinctive motions of your body, smirked with pride - and proceeded to curl his right leg over your own, his left arm gripping the length of your waist even tighter, trapping you against him in order to limit your squirming to a minimum - your bodies now entangled against each other whilst Satoru worked his best friend to a dumbified state.
Your hand leaned back to grip something - anything as he worked and molded your body as his own, finding the wisps of his white hair between your fingers, desperately pulling against it in an act of frantic pleasure.
Not expecting the act, Satoru's head suddenly jerked backward as you tugged against his white strands, a slight grunt escaping the plump of his lips, a smirk dancing along his face as his eyes rolled backwards - a deep chuckle emitting from his lips at the actions of the girl between his thighs. "Keep moving like that and I'll leave you like this." He chuckled.
Through a desperate breath, you managed to utter out a soft, "Asshole." to which Gojo continued to laugh - an awed expression dancing across his eyes at the breathtaking sight before him.
Satoru'd be completely lying if he admitted he had never imagined the sight of you squirming beneath him before; fantasized about you coming undone by his fingers and his fingers alone- moaning lawlessly for no one else but himself. It was a beautiful sight- a scene he'd come to rely on for relief when the thoughts of you became too much to bear. Yet now, presented with that fantasy as an absolute reality, he had to admit no image his brain had conjured up would ever amount to the real sight before him.
The rise and fall of your chest, the melody of your moans, the squint of your eyes and the image of the motion of his hand underneath your black underwear; it was all enough to drive him insane- hook him completely and he was almost tempted to vow to never see anyone else like this but you- to make you vow to never let anyone else see you like this but him. It was ethereal.
Satoru's fingers continued their assault on your clit, rubbing backwards and forwards and up and down - playing your body like his own in a way you'd never experienced pleasure before - the mans fingers ignited a white hot flush which coursed throughout your body unlike any man had ever been able to conjure - a flush which ran straight from your core, to the tips of your fingers - made your legs weak and emitted an array of butterflies through your stomach.
A mindless moan escaped the slit of your lips, not an ounce of shame or consideration left in your mind as Satoru worked his fingers against your body. Your eyes glanced forward, suddenly captivated by the image on the screen, the woman now on his lap, rotated around to face the boy, grinding her hips against his cock as an array of moans emitted from both their mouths.
There was something so lewd about the situation that turned you on beyond belief - the absolutely obscene movie porn displayed before you and your best friend both laying in your bed, his chest against your back and his hand submerged far past the waistband of your pants as he worked magic against your clit.
Suddenly the boy on the screens hand shot forward to wrap around the base of his girlfriends neck, the other pushing further to grasp at her hair, pulling it back far enough for his head to hover directly over hers, and without an ounce of hesitation the girl opened her mouth and the boy spat a ball of spit into it. The sight had you moaning in absolute ecstasy, eyes rolling backwards and head falling back - dropping against the flesh of Satoru's shoulder as a long moan slipped into existence.
Satoru - completely taken aback by the site of his best friend falling apart at the content of the literal porn in front of them - glanced down at your face with wide eyed astonishment, beyond aroused at your scrunched up face laying on his shoulder.
"Holy shit." The words were breathy as he spoke. "I think- I think you're gonna kill me."
His voice encouraged you to open your eyes, breathy pants escaping your mouth as you leaned your head back a little further to glance up at him. His eyes made direct contact with your own, breathtakingly blue irises peaking out at you from the whisps of his white eyelashes, shadowed by his lustfully heavy lids.
He seemed just as captivated by the situation as you were, but apposingly more interested in the sight of you falling apart under the talents of his fingers as apposed of the movie scene that had furthered your arousal beyond belief.
Despite having no stimulation himself, his face seemed exceptionally flushed as your eyes held each others, his unbreakable glare becoming too much for you to bare - and with that, a heavy whine emitted from your mouth as you twisted your neck to shade your view from Satoru's between his neck.
Finally allowing himself to break away from his admiration, he found himself chuckling at your actions, basking in the feeling of your pussy squelching beneath his fingers - an array of beyond vulgar sounds emitting from your pants as his hand worked you towards an orgasm he knew was soon to come.
"God, are you always this wet? We- We should really do this more often, I really don't think once is going to cut it for me now that I've had a taste."
"Satoru!" Your voice sounded with a strained toned, eyes squinting and expression begging him to finally push you over the edge, to work you towards the orgasm you knew was soon approaching.
The volume of your own moans were almost enough to mask the soft sound of Satorus; enough so that you'd almost halted your own whines to verify the sounds you had sworn you'd heard. Though, your close proximity to the man was an indicator enough, the vibrations of his chest against your body confirming the low groans sounding through the room were indeed coming from the man behind you.
Instinctively, your eyes roamed downwards, tracing along the length of his arm- dark blue veins bulging with the movement of his muscles; up and down, tensing and untensing. Further your eyes fell, until finally landing upon the fabric of your sweats and despite the lack of exposed skin, the image of his hand underneath the fabric was mesmerizing, the material swaying up and down and around in circles as he touched you in places you'd only dreamed he would.
It only felt right to lay your own hand against his lower arm, feeling the ripples of his muscles as he worked at your clit, silently encouraging him to keep going through moans and squeezes.
"God." He was throbbing beneath his shorts, Satoru honestly couldn't recall a moment he'd been harder in his life. "I don't think I can - mhh - I can do this anymore."
His breaths were becoming ragged, eyes pressing shut, "God baby, save me the embarrassment before I cum in my pants and let me fuck you... Please."
Jesus. He's trying to kill you.
"In..."
"Huh?" His voice was audibly strained.
"In me, Satoru!"
There wasn't a moments worth of hesitation at the consent of his request, and in a split second he had pushed you forward and twisted you to face his front.
The act of his movements were so sudden you found yourself taking a moment to collect your bearings and reground your racing mind. You were now straddling his lap, face to face as apposed to lying against his chest, and his hand had left the waistband of your pants and instead found their place on your waist, now pulling you upwards in an attempt to free your legs of the sweats he'd been ruining not a moment prior.
It only took a few seconds to pull the sweats from your body, the black underwear at fault also embedded between the discarded fabrics, and in a last ditch effort to speed up the process; Satoru had settled for just pulling the front of his own shorts down far enough to allow his cock to spring out of the fabric- the flesh so swollen and red it had your eyes rolling back at the sight.
He was as big as you'd expected him to be. His reputation with women was fruitful enough to allow images and expectations to conjure in your mind, and lord did he not disappoint.
Satoru didn't hesitate, grabbing himself at the tip and swiftly aligning his length against your entrance before dropping his free arm holding you up by the waist and watching your eyes roll shut as you dropped to the hilt around him.
The relief the feeling granted him was absolutely heavenly -- euphoric unlike any pleasure he'd experienced before and it was at that moment he knew he truly would not last long at all. But that was okay, because he could tell you weren't going to either.
Satoru began thrusting harsh, not allowing a moment for either one of you to adjust no matter how much his inner self conscious was advising him to. His outer self- the part of him currently hammering his cock up into his best friend- was winning the conflict between restraint and complete white hot pleasure unlike any before.
Your responsive moans to his harsh thrust were indication enough that the self disciplined side of yourself was loosing also, allowing the speed of his hips to carry you through your whines and squirming which he corrected with a secure grip against your waist.
"Satoru... Satoru please." Your voice was so whiny and breathless, jesus he was becoming addicted.
"You don't get pretty for me, hm? Well baby this is the prettiest anyones ever looked for me."
God, the butterflies that elicited within you were undescribable. Truly Gojo Satoru; flirting through his whines.
"I'm so close."
"mh- I'm really close too."
Between the slaps of your skin, your own and Satoru's unrelentless moans, and the moans of the protagonists of the long since forgotten movie behind you, the room was a mix of echoing sex sounds and growing tension. Satorus hands under your sweater were digging more harshly into your skin and you knew he was moments from the edge.
With a final few thrusts from Satoru, the pressure long since building in your lower stomach finally came to a climax, bursting throughout your entire body while his assault against your pussy never ceased.
Your vision hazed over with a white fog and it wasn't until your body slumped over into his chest that Satoru realized you'd finally reached your end. Responsively, he caught you by the back of your neck, pressing your face into the nape of his own and slowed his pace down into a circular motion to allow you a comfortable come down from your high.
Your body came apart at this, pussy fluttering in ecstasy at the tender care he displayed; fluttering that gojo himself had not failed to notice, the pulsing feeling of your tight pussy quivering up against him pushing him to his own climax.
His brain muttering one word at the feeling of an orgasm so intense; fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...
As a quick instinctive reaction, gojo made motions to pull his drenched cock out from between your legs before the aftermath of his actions could catch up to him, but instead, the feeling of a warm hand against his own had him stuttering further then just his orgasm.
"In, in, in. Come in me."
Satoru had never even considered the prospect of coming in any of the girls he'd been with. Yet not a single thought in his brain disagreed with the notion of coming in you.
And with that, he let go and felt as your body milked his cock of every drop he was worth, swallowing his cum as his body quivered and shook in ecstasy. No orgasm amounted to the feeling he endured in that moment right there. His own quivering body against yours, shaky breaths mingling as you twitched a few more times from the come down of your orgasm.
Before long, you'd both slumped back; your own body against his front and his back against the headboard of your bed.
For a moment the come down was filled with nothing but harsh breathless panting and the muttering of the tv as the movie progressed into the next- very ordinary (very irrelevant) scene.
"I guess not all your girls wear a nice blue lacy thong all for you now."
Satoru chuckled at your words, hands caressing under your sweater and up your back. "Theres one exception I suppose." He smiled. "Actually... I think I might prefer the plain black underwear now. Or maybe I just prefer the girl attached."
Gojo Satoru truely was always in character. Flirting even during come down.
As you both made a move to readjust positions, a sudden banging on the wall besides your bed drew you both out of your haze with a start. "Are you two done now? Can you shut the fuck up?! We have class in like 5 hours."
The feminine voice had a laugh creeping from both your and Satoru's own chests, a slight tint painting your face as you banged the wall twice with your fists and smirked. "Sorry Shoko!"
A low, "Fuck you." was audible as the volume dropped and your laughing ceased.
"What time is it?" You sighed.
"Fuck, I don't know, like- 3 maybe."
"Im fucking exhausted."
Smug eyes fluttered your way, checking you up and down with a smirk. "I fuck you that good?"
"Nah, I had a long day Satoru- its what happens when you actually pay attention in class."
"Are you talking about paying attention in class?" A boisterous laugh left his throat, the motion bouncing you slightly- yet just enough to groan at the feeling of his cock - still inside - brushing up against your now very sensitive spot. "damn I really did fuck you that good, you're delusional."
With a groan, you finally began shifting off of him, his hands guiding you to the position besides him before finally tucking himself back into his pants. "Fuck you."
"After that- whenever you please."
There was a moment of stillness between the two of you as the authenticity behind his words echoed through, promoting you to admire the look of content on his face as he stare back. It was almost as if the ever growing sexual tension between you two had shifting into something else entirely, something wholly more intimate.
But you came to the conclusion that the notion was entirely too complex for your fucked out brain to process at that moment, and sleep was truly the only idea creeping its way up into your forethought.
And with a kick to his shin, you shifted in your bed to pull the blankets up towards your chin, closing your eyes with a sigh. "I'm going to bed. You can stay if you want but don't forget to turn off the tv."
The tight feeling in Satoru's chest never let up as he watched you spin around and close your eyes- it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd spent the night in your dorm- especially on Thursday movie nights. It wouldn't be abnormal for Suguru to wake up the next morning looking for Satoru in the boys dorms, only to realize he'd spent the night at your dorm instead, but this time felt different.
He didn't want you to just turn your back and close your eyes; he didn't want to have to wake up earlier tomorrow and rush to his dorm the next morning so he could get ready for class on time. Not that he ever was- ultimately resulting in your laughter as he got lectured by Yaga for what would be the first time of many that day.
There was a part of him that wanted you to sleep not away from him but with him, facing him, in his arms. There was a part of him that didn't want to rush to class alone the next morning, but instead wanted to wake up with you and show up late together.
But as your breathing got slower and your movement got steadier, he realized that maybe pretty blue lace thongs would just have to do. Cause the plain black exception for him didn't seem to view him as the white haired exception for her.
“Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily”
You and Gojo dated for a couple of months but those few months were the most intense and passionate months of your entire life. Gojo showed you the world, flew you to the top of mountains, took you anywhere you wanted to go. Spent days and nights together but then out of blue it all stopped. Completely. He stopped showing up. Your calls went straight to voicemail. Texts went undelivered. He gave you the world and dropped you all within six months.
You started going to therapy but it wasn’t helpful. You couldn’t talk about half the things that have happened. Couldn’t talk about Jujutsu High, how your boyfriend had to wear a blindfold because his eyes because his eyes were so powerful, how he fought curses, how he was literally the strongest person alive, how he could grab you and fly you to the top of a mountain, can teleport you, etc. Your therapist just thought he was a really hot really rich toxic boyfriend, which that was also true.
You left your therapists office in a hurry, another unhelpful session and you had to work right after, and of course, of all days Gojo and who you assume are his students are standing in the middle of the street.
“Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy, Not me, if you ever cared to ask”
Gojo recognized your presence immediately and turned around to you. “Y/N! How are you?”
“How am I?” you thought. Your hair was up in a ponytail and you were wearing an oversized tshirt and cardigan combo. You eye circles have deepened and you were barely able to keep anything down. That’s how you are. He looks great, he still looks as fit as ever, his hair looks perfect, god he was so perfect and then he just left you. Does he even care? Did he really think that you’re fine?
His students all turned to look at you. The one with black spikey hair looked completely unfazed, the girl and the other boy were immediately intrigued on who you could be.
“OH WOW YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY!” the girl yelled as she and the other boy ran to you. “I’m Nobara, and this here is Yuji, and over there the sullen looking one is Megumi and I guess you already know mister blindfold over there.”
“Yeah unfortunately,” you whispered. “Nice to meet you, you two but I really must be going.” You said trying to run off but Gojo stopped in front of you.
“Yeah that’s not happening,” he sighed, “Megumi, grab her won’t you?”
“It’s like we never even happened, Baby, what the fuck is up with that?”
You were squished into Gojo’s new car, of course he had a new car. Why is he acting like nothing went on between you? Why is he acting like he didn’t just force a kid to kidnap you.
“What the fuck is going on Gojo,” you snapped.
“Wow! You definitely have quite the vocabulary since the last time I saw you,” Gojo laughed, “I’ll explain it soon.”
“Explain it now or I’m jumping out of the car.” You persisted. Even though Megumi was on one end and Yuji on the other, you had no problem throwing a fit and jumping out.
“No you won’t.” Gojo teased.
Just then you lunged across Yuji seconds away from opening the door before his arm held it shut.
“Uhhh I think she might!” Yuji exclaimed trying to hold you back and keep the door shut. Now it was you, Yuji and Megumi squirming around in the back seat of Gojo’s car. You were pissed and you wanted out, who cared if you damaged the back seat of his car, his old car had scuff marks all over the back seat from the two of you.
“People are after you.” you heard a deep gravely voice. You couldn’t tell who said it since your head was under Megumi’s arm as he tried keeping you still.
“Who said that?” you looked up at Gojo who was still completely focused on the road. You looked over at Yuji who now had a mouth on his face. “uhh? What is-?”
“I tried to not let him come out I promise!” he exclaimed as he slapped his hand to his cheek trying to cover it up. “Hi sweetheart, I’m Sukuna, King of Curses.” a mouth appeared on Yuji’s hand.
Gojo pulled the car over the second he heard Sukuna introducing himself. “Itadori, get him under control.” He said getting out of the drivers seat and opening the side doors.
Megumi exited out of his side door and Gojo went in, grabbed your arm then flew you to the top of the mountain.
“Well, screw that and screw you”
“I’ll jump.” You warned as you pulled your arm out of his hand.
“I’d catch you.”
“I’ll jump again,”
“and I’d catch you again.”
“You can’t just act like you care about my well-being Satoru, you left me. Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who got you? Well screw that, screw you, screw your students and screw whoever is after me. I’m done.”
“No need to hate the kids they’re just following my orders.” You scoffed as you judged how far you could jump before he would catch you. “I left for a reason y/n. It’s too dangerous around me and you’re only human, therefore very weak.”
“You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do” you whispered.
“I never said it didn’t hurt me to leave you y/n.” he sighed as he kept his distance from you. People were after you because of him.
“Not a word Gojo, no note, blocked my number. When you leave you leave with a punch.” you cried. “I’ve lost my mind, I’ve spent the night, Crying on the floor of my bathroom, But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it” you continued.
“I don’t have time to be affected by it.”
“God, you’re a dick you know that?”
“I’ve been told. Anyways you’re missing the point. People are after you so we’re taking you to Jujutsu High and you’ll stay there till we know who then I kill them.”
“Kill them? Wouldn’t it be easier for them to just kill me? Then all of your problems are solved Gojo.”
“Well, if you ever cared to ask y/n,” Gojo sighed, “they’re after you because I do care for you, and if you die, I might end up cursing you and then we have another Rika situation and I already have the higher ups hating me, so we can’t have that happen. Okay?”
“You have a funny way of showing it.” You sat down on the ledge of the mountain. Either you jump, you get killed by people after you, or you spend however long with Gojo and his students where he’ll act like you didn’t spend six months together which was even more brutal than the other two options.
“You were a mistake and now I’m cleaning it up.” He sighed as he sat next to you.
“Holy shit Gojo, your apathy is like wound in salt.” you replied.
“Mistakes are deadly in my world y/n.” he paused, “I told you that. I warned you.” He could feel energy coming closer so he grabbed your hand and teleported you both back to the car where his three students were waiting. “Is he under control Itadori?”
“Yes sir! But he seems to like y/n so it’s a bit of a struggle but it’s okay, I have it under control!” Yuji really believed he did. “She has fight in her.” Sukuna smirked through Yuji’s cheek again.
“Yuji.” Gojo warned.
“Oh great, another curse liking me.” You whispered.
“That’s offensive, I exorcise curses. I am not a curse.” Gojo whispered.
“You might just be mine.” You sighed as you got in the car with them. This was going to be a long ride and an even longer waiting period. You were still mad as hell and you were not about to act like nothing happened between the two of you.
The car ride was quiet, just how Gojo liked it.
“Gojo and I dated for six months.” You smiled in the back, relaxing against the seat and putting your feet up on the center console, making direct eye contact with Gojo through the rearview mirror.
His three students screamed in unison, yelling on top of each other pestering their sensei with questions.
Gojo smirked. You were not about to make this easy on him.
Can I request kisses for Gyro Zeppeli? Just... short but utter fluff with kisses all over his face, possibly to distract him from something. That man deserves it
You don’t often see Gyro close in on himself. As a whole, your boyfriend is an open book – he’s laughing, smiling, singing you silly little songs and making the bear that sits on his bedside table tell you that he loves you in a squeaky voice. But around this time of year, a certain kind of melancholy hits him – September 25th. The same day that the Steel Ball Run started.
It brought you together, of course, but it was also some of the most difficult times in your whole lives. It’s not surprising that it makes Gyro’s mouth turn into a frown, shadows his eyes – makes him cling tighter to you when you come near him. There were a lot of times where you didn’t think either of you would make it through.
But you did.
And you’re determined to remind him of that. To distract him from the gnawing sense of painful nostalgia. To make him forget all of his worries.
And you start off by doing it by wrapping your arms around his neck. One of his big hands comes up to hold onto you, to touch you and remind himself that you’re there and you’re real. When you bring your face up to press against his face, he sighs.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, bella?” He asks you, the low Italian pet name sending a shiver of adoration through you. “Couldn’t keep your hands off me?”
“You know I never can,” you tell him, and you press a kiss onto his cheek. The squares of his beard scratch at the delicate skin of your own face. He chuckles under his breath, some of the tension from his shoulders draining under your familiar touch.
“Nyohoho,” he says, and you’re smiling despite yourself – if he’s using that particular way of laughing, some of the melancholy is definitely lifting. “Gyro Zeppeli, absolutely irresistible--”
“And so modest,” you continue, giving him another little kiss between one of the squares. He presses his face against yours, as if demanding more kisses. “So unaware of his own charms!”
“That’s why I wear the belt buckle,” he says, smugness radiating off him as your kisses trail up his cheekbones, to the skin under his eyes. His pretty green eyes close, the fan of his lashes against his cheeks unfairly handsome. “I’m not bragging, or anythin’--”
“Yep,” you continue, kissing across his nose now, moving your arms so you can come around to the front of him. Two big hands settle on your waist, feeling comfortably as though they are supposed to be there. “So . . . easygoing! Not needy or demanding, at all—”
“Kiss me more,” he says, pouting at you as you move across to his other cheek. “I have a whole mouth, you know!”
“How could anyone miss it?” You tease him, but you take pity on the pout on his lips and reach in for a peck. His green lipstick feels slick against your own mouth, but it doesn’t stop you dropping a series of pecks along the line of his smile. His hands tighten on you, pulling you further in – and in retaliation, you drop a quick flurry of smooches along his face, so fast that he can’t capture your lips with his own as he tries to. Instead, his mouth just smacks against your chin. You giggle as you pull back.
“You’re being mean to me,” he says, pretending to be upset – but the sparkle in his eyes and the dimple in his cheek are too noticeable for you to be fooled by his ‘pity me’ act. “On today, of all days--”
“No,” you tell him – this kiss is on the tip of his nose. “I’m not being mean to you. I’m distracting you! So let me kiss your face instead--”
You squish his cheeks with your two hands, keeping his face anchored near yours – though you do not think you need to help, really. Gyro’s staring at you with a tilt to his mouth and a look in his eyes as if you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“There’s nothing I’d rather be distracted by,” he says to you, like a romantic hero in a book – and you roll your eyes and drop a big kiss on his forehead in return, the smacking sound echoing about the room. “Ow, that one almost hurt--!”
— A 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑 asked: wAIT wait. that request with us being jolyne’s best friend? make us be apart of the 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 and saying we have a crush on their best friend! 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑, 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐍, 𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐔, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀, and 𝐆𝐘𝐑𝐎! how would the brothers react? maybe we tell them that we’re dating too?
— A 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 from the 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: When I tell you I had fun with this I had fun. I hope you enjoy it lovely!
𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑
He literally looks so disappointed the moment you say, “Johnny, I have a crush on Gyro.” You probably walked into his room, ready to have a serious chat and see if he’d feel okay with you dating him. Johnny simply looked you in the eye, said, “That is, and I’m being serious, not something you want.” and goes back to reading his book.
“What do you mean? I like Gyro and everything about him!” Johnny gave you a look, his eyebrows raised before rolling his eyes with a shaking head. “Johnny, don’t do that! I’m trying to talk to you.” You marched over, sitting on his bed. The book in Johnny’s hands closed.
“Listen! All I’m saying is, Gyro is a huge idiot.” Johnny held his hands up in defense. “Everyone has told him this before. But if you’re willing to put up with it, go right ahead. After all, you make the final decision.”
Gyro did have one interesting personality. But you liked all the jokes he made, even if they didn’t make sense. You enjoyed his presence and felt really close to him. Only recently did you discover you liked Gyro. The first person you felt the need to tell was Johnny.
You’d never see Gyro without Johnny or Johnny without Gyro. They were attached to the hip and everyone admired their close friendship. You didn’t want Johnny to feel resentment towards his best friend because of you.
“I’m also warning you, there’s no way in hell he’ll let you get on his horse.”
Johnny’s rating approval is a 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 out of 𝐓𝐄𝐍. One Joestar suffering Gyro’s antics is enough but if you want to switch spots, be his guest. He needs the extra hours of silence.
𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑
Literally gasps when he hears you say “JoJo, I like Caesar.” His eyes are so wide and he repeats what you said in his loudest voice ever. He didn’t say anything bad but instead started teasing you about how, “You wanted to smooch up on Caesar” and “I bet you’re daydreaming about marrying him”. Joseph even attempted to imitate both of your voices talking about how you’d name all your children after him.
“Oh come on Caesar! Have you forgotten about me already?!” Joseph throws his arms around your shoulders. You and Caesar were walking towards your next class together. Now you were starting to panic at Joseph’s arrival. Caesar sneered at his best friend, unwrapping Joseph’s arm.
“JoJo, how can I forget about your loudmouth?” Caesar rolled his eyes, giving space for Joseph to walk in between you and him. “Is there something we can help you with?” Joseph ‘ah’ed, nudging you in your side with his shoulder.
“We ‘ey?” Joseph put his hands behind his head. “No no, I’ve simply come to bother my sister and perhaps future bother in law.” You shouted Joseph’s name, feeling embarrassment rise up your body. Joseph’s head quickly turned to you. He wore the same expression like always. A teasing yet mischievous grin. Oh you regret ever speaking to him.
You hear Caesar tsk in the background, shoving Joseph to the side. Your hand was grasped in a flash and you were being hauled along.
“Come (Y/N). I won’t let JoJo embarrass you that way.” You turned to Joseph, who turned back around, whistling as if saying his work was done.
Joseph’s rating approval is a 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 out of 𝐓𝐄𝐍. One point was deducted because of Caesar’s flirty antics.
𝐉𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐉𝐎
He simply stares at you and shrugs his shoulders. “Do what you want. I don’t care.” Jotaro was clearly lying but hid it well. He only broke the façade when you told him Kakyoin asked you to be his girlfriend today and you said yes. His head whipped over to give you an intimidating stare, ignoring the pains of whiplash.
“So, I take it the talk with Jotaro went well.” Kakyoin smiled brightly, “Considering the fact he hasn’t stopped walking right behind us.” You both looked back at Jotaro’s staggering body. He glanced down at you two and then at your holding hands.
“None of that.” He smacked the linkage, “You’ll get pregnant.” You groaned in a frustration while Kakyoin chuckled at Jotaro’s reasoning.
“Lighten up Jotaro.” Kakyoin said. “I’m not here for that. We’ve been friends for the longest. If anyone knows me best, it’s you.” Jotaro sighed softly, slowing his tracks once Kakyoin began talking with you again. Until eventually, he was no longer walking behind you both.
Jotaro smiled, seeing how comfortable and happy you were. Kakyoin was right. If anyone knew him best it was Jotaro. And Jotaro’s words on him? The most trustworthy person to walk the Earth. He won’t say it, but he’s glad you chose Kakyoin.
Jotaro’s rating approval is a 𝐓𝐄𝐍 out of 𝐓𝐄𝐍. Kakyoin is pure—hearted, leaving Jotaro in confidence to know you’re good hands. Besides that, Jotaro will still be there to protect you.
𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀
The moment you shyly say you like Okuyasu, Josuke bursts into laughter. He thinks it’s kind of funny. Mostly because of the brother’s best friend concept you ended up falling into.
“Hey Okuyasu.” Josuke had a big grin on his face as he walked up to the boy. “Guess what I found out yesterday?” Okuyasu gave Josuke all his attention, giving space for the Joestar to sit down next to him.
“What bro, what?” Okuyasu said, ready to hear new gossip from Josuke. The other gave a quick glance around his surroundings, hoping that none of his siblings (mostly you) were near the duo.
“I found out that a certain someone has a crush on you.” Josuke said in a sing song voice, waving his pointer finger around. In an instant, Okuyasu’s face lit up but was quickly shut down. He let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well… I don’t know Josuke. I mean, I already told you I like (Y/N). She’s the only girl for me.” Okuyasu dropped his hand. A wave of sadness flushed over him until he looked back up at Josuke. Only a giant smirk was plastered on his face. “You… You don’t mean…” Okuyasu gasped, jumping up from the spot he was sitting.
“Oh yeah. And when I say she’s fallen big time, she’s fallen big time.”
Josuke’s rating approval is a 𝐓𝐄𝐍 out of 𝐓𝐄𝐍. His friendship with Okuyasu won’t waver over the two of you dating. He sees no harm in the relationship and Josuke will always be your top supporter.
𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀
“Giorno, would you be alright with me being Mista’s girlfriend?” All he does in response to your words is let out a tired exhale for an extra second. He rubs his temples and then goes, “Okay.”
“Is everything okay, Giorno?” You take a look at your brother who picked up his pencil again. He hums in return and you’re afraid that you made him upset. “Are you mad about it?” Giorno stares at you from the corner of his eye.
“No, It’s just Mista is very childish sometimes.” Giorno muttered. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, glancing at you. “I can’t control who you have feelings for and you certainly don’t need my permission for your love life. So, if Mista makes you happy, follow that happiness wherever it goes.”
“Oh GioGio!” You quickly lunge at him in surprise. Your arms hug him tightly around his neck, “You’re the best! I love you so much!”
Giorno’s rating approval is a 𝐒𝐈𝐗 out of 𝐓𝐄𝐍. He knows you could do better but chose the stinky boy who makes you happy and that’s all Giorno wants.
SUMMARY : You didn’t expect to see him on your way to work, after leaving you and your two girls without saying much. (Stone Ocean timeline)
AUTHOR’S NOTE : I’m still experimenting writing Jotaro’s character since I’m sill learning more about him. Hopefully, he’s not out of character in this plot. I headcanon that Jotaro has two daughters Jolyne and Joanna. Whilst Jolyne is a canon character, Joanna is someone I made up, because I love thinking of Jotaro with two daughters. I’ll write more about the three JoJos in the future.
For as long as you can remember, your life has always been a bizarre journey.
