HIII I HEARD UR TAKING REQUESTS!!! (I think if not jus ignore this) bf headcanons with geto plzzzz :( hes just a silly lil guy (I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OH MY GOD) anwzzz have a gud day :33
getou as your bf headcannons
thanks for the request anon, i hope you have a good day too !! btw ure so real he is just a lil guy ☹️ he isn’t defined by his actions (what murder?) he’s just a babygirl ! i wrote this for teen getou but then i thought might as well do a few thoughts on adult getou. i hope this is okay!
teen getou
you confessed first and getou laughed it off, thinking you just wanted to copy his homework. but when he saw you slowly turn red, he realised that this was the real deal. super awkward confession and you tease him about it all the time, professing your love to him every time you need something from him just so he can recall the embarrassment he caused on that day
in the beginning of your relationship, he really wanted you to wear his clothes and have it be a causal thing. but because he's nervous, and because shoko and gojo are bad influences, he decides the only way for you to comfortably ask for his shirts and jumpers was to wear yours first. gojo assures him you'll find it funny and realise that boundaries such as "yours" and "mine" will be blurred this point forward. taking his friends' advice, getou shimmies into your jujutsu uniform and knocks on your dorm door, posing to make you laugh. it's only when he sees the disbelief on your face that he regains his senses
the type to be looking at you no matter what he’s doing. you’re telling him about your day and he’s drinking water? he’s looking at you over the rim of the glass. you get called in class to answer a question you weren't paying attention to? getou is already looking at you, mouthing the (incorrect) answer. you’re comparing hand sizes? look up and you’ll find him looking at you instead of your interlocked fingers. it’s natural that he’s the first to notice when things are wrong, and the first to tease you
the type to smile when he gets angry and make a face that says "what (kind of nonsense) are you talking about?" he deflects a lot in arguments and never yells, but his low voice is honestly scarier
no sense of personal space whatsoever (blame gojo) so if you want to make a move on him, you have to be very direct. it's a double-edged sword because he'll be teaching you boxing and cover your hand with his to reposition your posture, and only you will think something of it. but at the same time, you can simply wrap your arms around his neck, lean in, and he'll break out in a cold sweat and a blush. he's simple in that way
a girl's kind of guy. he'll hand you a cushion or a plushie if you sit down wearing a skirt or a dress and if there isn't any, he'll wordlessly take off his jacket and hand it to you. always has a spare hairband around his wrist but he doesn't tell you that he also uses it to close off open chip bags when he can't finish them in one sitting. sometimes you do wonder why it smells like salt and vinegar
will take something of yours just so you can ask him for help. if it's raining, he'll take your umbrella so the two of you can walk home under his. of course, he'll be the one walking on the outer edge of the path
getou's a gym rat. wakes up chugs a protein shake (doesn't use a blender, shaking it super hard is enough). usually focuses on arms and abdomen and loves to show off whether it's through boxing or doing push ups with you on his back. objectively, he's really fit but there's something about him walking around his dorm shirtless just to catch a glimpse of himself being Buff that's annoying
thinks he can charm his way out of any situation (he can). he was praised a lot as a kid for being pretty and kind which led him to slipping out of situations he didn't want to be in just by smiling. he thinks the same thing can work on you (usually it does)
late night missions means sleep deprivation for class the next morning, and you carry the bulk of it after three consecutive missions. the next morning, even yaga winces at the heavy bags under your eyes. of course, it’s your boyfriend who’s by your side first. he does most of the talking that day and doesn't say anything when you doze off mid-sentence. he even angles his body so your head can comfortably rest on his shoulder and doesn’t say (much) anything when he sees you drooling. you notice that throughout the day, his hand is always hovering your back
extra — adult getou:
has the habit of talking to you like you're a stray kitten sometimes. there's a benevolent smile on his face and his words are soft, coaxing you out gently as if you were buzzing to flee. it's something he developed after raising nanako and mimiko, but it works just as well on you, too
he still does the same "what the fuck?" smile when he gets angry, but there's a sinister edge to it now, like he's waiting to see how far you can push it before he does something about it
an absolutely terrible chef. perhaps it's because his tastebuds has been destroyed by his technique and cigarettes, but everything he makes is either too salty, too bland, too spicy or everything in between. his culinary skills are fine, and his presentation is frankly award winning but take one bite and you're rushed to the hospital. usually, the two of you just go out for dinner or order uber eats
likes the sensation of someone playing with his hair. whether it's getting you to dry his hair after he gets out of the shower, or allowing himself to be a mannequin to your sudden desire at being a hair stylist, he's satisfied
still likes walking around shirtless or in a shirt that is half open (just take it off at that point) but at least this time, you also get a view. his confidence in his body has skyrocketed, and now it's one of the main thing he uses to get a reaction out of you. if you call him out for it, he'll just :3 "what do you mean?"
truthfully, mahito does not strike me as the type to be jealous; atleast not in the traditional sense.
the one way mahito does show his jealousy, however, is through possession.
you are his and his alone. you’re his toy and nobody else gets a turn.
any rando on the street talking to you with a hand on the back of his neck and starry eyes is nothing more than a pesky rat to him.
which he will take upon himself to exterminate, of course.
mahito will waste no time in conjuring his technique, horrifically disfiguring the man.
he takes extra pleasure in doing it in front of you, watching every expression on your face as you see the atrocity unfold.
although secretly, he hopes some other bloke comes by to make conversation with you once in a while so he can do it all over again.
SATORU GOJO
gojo is an interesting one.
a raging god complex, a loverboy personality and being brought up as the child of prophecy have created an image of himself that he’d never compromise.
nobody can measure to gojo satoru, holder of the six eyes.
although, the only form of jealousy that he finds himself afflicted with is something he cannot give you - normalcy.
being with satoru is being in a constant battle.
curses, sorcerors and a certain raven haired shaman are always on your tail and so satoru can never quite find peace regarding your safety.
truthfully, satoru has managed to protect you whenever needed. he brought you into his world and that makes you his responsibility.
but late at night with you in his arms, he cannot help but wonder what would happen if he ever fails to.
so when he sees you talking to a boy, the two of you seeming so natural, so normal, so commonplace, he finds insecurity in himself never being able to give you that.
of course he disregards the feeling after he sees your starry eyes after spotting him, but it’s always lingering in the back of his mind somewhere
and so he truly does wonder if you’d be better off with somebody else.
SUGURU GETOU
i have trouble figuring getou.
on one hand i’m inclined to say that his ego is too big to worry about trivial matters as such.
but the other side of me knows this man would NOT appreciate someone flirting or trying to entice you.
in an instant, he swoops into the conversation between you and the perpetrator, making sure to dip his hand ever so slightly lower than your back.
a gentle yet quick touch to assert his position with the added benefit of making you long for him.
he stares at the intruder with the eyes of a hawk, with a condescending yet firm voice ending the conversation then and there.
depending on the reception of the man he may or may not turn him into a curse while your back is turned.
