sims 4 isekai! where you wake up to find yourself in the game in one of those basic ass base game houses.
you haven't even got the chance to explore your surrounding when all of a sudden-
you open the front door and almost pass the fuck out when you see gojo satoru, geto suguru and nanami kento standing in front of you, looking utterly confused.
"hey! so," gojo speaks first, "silly question! uh, where are we?"
you're just about to open your mouth to reply when geto jolts, an interaction menu spawning around him. based on the look on everyone's face, seems like they can all see the UI.
the floating cursor clicks on Invite In, and some mysterious force ushers you four into your barren living room.
nanami looks at the plate of fruitcake apprehensively before setting it down on your coffee table, then immediately makes a beeline for your computer. "please pardon my rudeness," he stammers while booting up your PC, "i promise this is not my doing."
you assure him that it is fine before turning around to find gojo rummaging through your fridge. "this is amazing!" he exclaims, "every time i think of a dish the ingredients just appear in front of me!"
while watching a plethora of mixing bowls and cutting boards pile up on the counters, you see geto jolt again. the cursor starts queuing up interactions, and you can clearly see that the player very obviously wants you to flirt with him.
"i'm sorry in advance," you squeeze in an apology while you both make your way to the ratty uncomfy couch. "i have a feeling i'm about to say something completely unhinged."
"it's alright, i understand." geto gives you a kind smile, and you feel your heart do some Olympics level somersaults.
you totally get the player now.
the queue kicks in as soon as your ass touches the couch, and you blurt out, "hoo boy if this isn't the finest piece of ass i've ever seen-"
your eyes widen in mortification before you even finish getting the sentence out. slapping your hand over your mouth, you look across the couch, preparing yourself for whatever wrath your unintentional brashness has brought forth.
to your surprise, geto just peers amusedly at you with a corner of his lips quirked up, looking about half a step away from a bursting into a cackle.
over his head, a tiny love heart with a plus sign pops up for a moment before disappearing into thin air.
you end up talking to geto on the couch (nanami would turn around in his seat to join in the chat once in a while) for what seems like hours before catching the sight of gojo waving wildly from behind the counter.
"guys," gojo pouts, pointing at a single cutting board sitting on the ground, "i can't move."
