bully fratjo who cries and runs after you the first time you yell at him. you’ve hit him, bit him, and pushed him away before, but you’ve never yelled—no, not like that. not with pure fury in your eyes that he’s not sure will ever dissipate.
you’re at a party right now, but he doesn’t really care. he starts to beg, “no, no, no, baby… don’t be mad at me, please.” he gets on his knees, craving how your lips used to curl and how your body used to tremble even when you’re just thinking of going against him. “shut the fuck up! gojo!” you yelled, and his heart shattered into a million pieces.
gojo? no way! he’s not gojo… he’s your satoru. it doesn’t matter that you caught a girl palming his tent. he’s still yours and you’re still his. nothing can should ever change that.
“you think just because I’m nice, I’ll keep coming back no matter what bullshit you spew or jerk thing you do!” you shout in the room full of his frat brothers. “you’re an egotistical loser! and I hope your next victim leaves your ass chafed!”
unceremoniously, you walk out, slamming the door as the party comes to a stop. everyone’s watching him as tears form in his pretty eyes. suguru tries to pick him up, but his heels are stuck to the ground, unmoving. “she left me… she actually left me,” he murmurs, almost like stifling a laugh.
“satoru, you’re crying,” suguru whispers while he waves his hand behind him, telling the others to leave them alone and continue on with whatever festivities were happening.
the snowy-locked man scoffs, “‘m fuckin’ not.” he pushes his best friend away and runs out the house. he tracks your phone—something you don’t know he can do.
when he finds you, he immediately latches to your side. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, crying onto the crook of your neck. your heart immediately feels heavy—god, is he really doing this? right when you’ve decided you’ve had enough of him? seriously?
“go back to your whore, gojo,” you spit. “gojo? no, baby, sa-to-ru… c’mon,” he whines against your skin.
“leave me alone!” you yell, pushing the large man away as you turn your body to face him. “I don’t want to be with you, gojo satoru! you’re a shitty person with nothing in your mind but shitty games!”
for a moment, as he doesn’t make a move, you think you finally got to him. you start walking away, but he grabs your wrist and smirks. “you think you’re funny? you think leaving me is an option?”
you start trembling again, just like before. “what…?” you mumble like a broken whine. his eyes darken, nothing like the pretty cerulean you used to adore (more like—forced to gaze upon).
“you’re so cute—thinking you can dictate shit.” he then drags you down the road. “let’s see how loud you can shout when we’re alone.”
🗒️: missing full fics rn…