SHUT UP! . S. GETO
⤷ high school!geto x reader, fluff, shoko ult wingwoman, gojo is a menace, geto is hot. 1.3k (wtf this was supposed to b so short n silly)
“i’m blocking suguru,” you announce to your roommate, “i need to block this man. expeditiously, actually,”
“ok first, sit down,” shoko instructs, hiding her snicker as she watches you flop over her bed, “second, what happened?”
“this man. this evil, evil man decided to text me ‘i miss you’ while he’s gone. who the fuck does that? what is wrong with him? why would say something as evil as that?” you groan, flipping over and burying your face into your arms.
“wait, wait, that’s bad?” shoko frowns, rhythmically patting your back as you lift your head and scrunch up your face.
“yeah, it’s terrible. absolutely disgusting. honestly? might be the worst thing he’s ever decided to do,” you lament dramatically, “putting the idea that he misses me in his brain. what do you mean you miss me? acting like you like me or something when you’re not allowed to, the fuck?”
shoko sighs, “you know there’s nothing barring you guys from actually dating, right?
“no, i know, i’m just being dramatic and hateful right now,” you mutter, “ugh, but like also what if we break up and our friend group also gets affected? what if you or gojo decide it’s weird?”
“i feel like you have no faith in gojo and i,” shoko rolls her eyes before pausing, “actually scratch that, never have faith in gojo,”
“truer words have never been spoken,” you giggle as shoko nods and continues, “but like there’s no weird ass notion in our group that nothing romantic can ever happen and we all have to take some purity oath or swear each other off. especially not when you two basically act like, you know. and besides, geto already kinda talked to gojo and i about it, for no actual good reason by the way,”
“but us four have such a good dynamic alrea– wait did you say he asked? like asked you guys about us dating? he what?” you blink, staring expectantly at shoko as she purses her lips with shallow guilt.
“um, so anyways,” shoko gives you an awkward grin, “they’re coming back tonight so, you know, yeah,”
“so he’s asked,” you press further, sitting up now. a million thoughts run through your head, conflicted over your best friend and where the two of you stand, “so he means it? fuck, like he’s serious?”
“yeah, why wouldn’t he be?” shoko questions, “isn’t this a good thing?”
“it is,” you admit, “i’m just, fuck, i don’t know. i’m just worried about nothing probably. fuck, he just texted and said he’s at the station now. what do i do?”
“make out with him or something, i don’t know,” shoko offers unhelpfully.
“thanks for the suggestion, i’ll keep that in mind,” you reply, unimpressed, “i should probably go get him from the station, right?”
“yup, please leave the room so i can take a quick nap thank youu,” shoko smiles, feigning complete innocence and kindness after suggesting that you kick yourself out of the room.
“fuck, ok, i’m going now. i’ll talk to him. it’ll be fine. everything’s going to be good. this is a good idea. ok!” you psych yourself up, fussing over your appearance briefly in the mirror before standing up straight, “i’m off,”
“good luck! and call me if you guys get food so you can bring me back some! i’m gonna nap and won’t see your text!” shoko waves, slipping into her bed and pulling the covers over herself as you step out of the room.
you rush off the jujutsu tech campus as a pace one could barely describe as a walk. your legs rapidly propel you forward in a beeline towards the station, mind completely focused on getting to the closest entrance near the bakery that you guys would always enter and exit at as you go on autopilot mode, walking faster, and faster, and faster until you see him.
suguru exits the station alone, with gojo abandoned somewhere in the station marveling at the little stalls of desserts. he’s dressed in his deep navy jujutsu uniform, with one hand tucked into his pocket and the other holding onto a duffel bag. his hair’s still in the same updo you adore, with loose, unkempt strands splaying from all over, likely due to him napping on the train back.
you momentarily pause your furious strides to just watch suguru, in slight awe and abandoned self consciousness. he’s there. it’s him.
once suguru finally looks up, his face breaks into a friendly grin as he removes his hand from his pocket to wave at you, and you instinctively mirror him. when he makes his way over to you though, your breath hitches and reality resumes.
“hey y/n! what’re you doing here?” he pulls you into a hug once he reaches you, and you can only feeble return it, delicately patting his side as he glances down at you, “what’s up? i missed y-“
“shut up,” you groan, “shut up shut up shut up don’t say that,”
“and why should i?” he frowns, confused by your sudden shift in attitude, “is there something wrong with me missing my better half?”
“god yes, it’s shit like that that you say so easily,” you continue, trying to push yourself out of the hug that suguru now has you trapped in as you refuse to make eye contact with him even though his pointed stare nearly burns into the back of your head, “makes me think too much about stuff,”
“me missing you makes you nervous?” suguru muses, frown dissipating as he catches onto the heavy beating of your heart, “me wanting to be around you makes you feel something?”
“i hate you,” is all you can muster as he lets out a soft laugh.
“i miss you y/n, i miss my better half,” he smiles, “now are you gonna look at me so i can properly confess?”
you stop fidgeting and finally glance up at suguru to see a warm, kind smile gracing his face. any sign of teasing or mirth has vanished, and all you can see is suguru’s feelings being worn on his sleeve, his face, everything.
“hi suguru,” you whisper when your eyes meet. even amidst the nearly empty sidewalks, the two of you keep everything shielded away from the world.
“hi beautiful,” suguru whispers back, “i like you,”
“i like you too,” you quickly respond. the words strangely don’t feel scary to say. instead it feels natural, like a statement you’ve known long to be true.
“good,” he nods, “i’m glad. really glad, actually,”
“yeah?” you smile, “why’s that?”
“because now i feel more confident asking you to get dinner with me,” he hums, “as a date and hopefully as your boyfriend,”
“hmm, i guess maybe you can take me out,” you grin, “you wanna be my boyfriend?”
“yes,” he breathes, “more than anything,”
you reach your hand out, a little hesitant at first before letting your fingers rest against suguru’s jaw, pausing for confirmation that you instantly get as his eyes glance down to your lips. you pull him in for a brief, sweet kiss and once the two of you break the kiss, you finally respond, “you’ve got the job suguru,”
"good," he grins, kissing you again, "i'll do the best fucking job at being your boyfriend then,"
“EWWW ARE THEY FUCKING KISSING? OUT HERE? IN PUBLIC? WHERE CHILDREN CAN SEE? WHERE I CAN SEE? HAVE SOME DECENCY!” gojo gasps, scandalized by the sight as he shields his eyes dramatically while shoko elbows him.
“can you shut up and let them have a moment?” shoko hisses, rolling her eyes as she contemplates the likelihood of success if she were to attempt to murder the egregiously tall (and annoying) man standing next to her.
“i am! that’s why i’m hiding behind the stairs here with you and not out there with them,” gojo reminds shoko kindly, “aren’t i just such a kind, amazing, and considerate friend?”
“no you’re an ass,” shoko grumbles, “anyways you owe me a meal because them finally getting together happened because i told y/n that liked them,”
“oops sorry geto, but also you're welcome! and good job y/n for taking my advice!"
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