Don’t play with her, Gojo 💔
(Modern AU, 800 words | Angst, Intensity, Emotional Confrontation)
It’s late. The kind of late where the air hangs heavy, where words feel sharper than they should.
Gojo sits with that familiar half-smile, one elbow propped on the armrest, eyes hidden behind his glasses. It’s the same careless expression he always wears, but tonight, no one’s buying it.
Toji’s the first to speak. He’s never been one for silence.
“You know, Gojo,” he starts, voice rough, slow. “When a girl like her falls for you, it’s not the light kind. It’s the kind that eats her alive.”
Gojo’s jaw ticks. Barely noticeable, but they all catch it.
Geto leans back in his chair, watching him with that calm, unnervingly gentle look he always wears before saying something that cuts. “She’s not like the others, Satoru. You know that. The way she talks about you, the way she looks at you in a room that’s too loud.”
Gojo doesn’t respond. He only exhales, fingers drumming once against the table.
“She’s in deep,” Sukuna adds, voice smooth but colder, always too blunt to bother sugarcoating. “You’ve ruined her for anyone else. She’s not eating, not sleeping right. You text her once and she glows for a week. You disappear, and she breaks down.”
Silence again. It stretches — heavy, long.
Geto’s gaze softens, though there’s something sharp in it too. “She loves you, Satoru. It’s not infatuation. It’s… something worse. She’s built her world around you. And I don’t think she knows how to live outside of it anymore.”
Gojo laughs once, low, almost mocking — but it dies quickly. “You’re exaggerating.”
Toji’s glare cuts through the air. “You think I’d say anything if it was just a crush? You’ve got her messed up, man.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s dangerous.”
Gojo finally looks up, eyes flashing behind the tinted glass — the faintest glimmer of something that doesn’t match the smirk tugging at his mouth.
Geto sighs. “You know what the worst part is? She doesn’t even blame you. She thinks every bit of it’s her fault, that she’s asking for too much when all she wants is for you to stay, she just called me this morning about it.”
Sukuna scoffs, crossing his arms. “And pretend you don’t notice. You know damn well she’d crawl through anything for you, Gojo.”
Gojo doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.
But his hands…his hands are tense now, knuckles white where they grip the glass in front of him.
Toji’s voice softens. “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but if you’re not serious — if this is another one of your phases, your games, your disappear-when-it-gets-real kind of thing — walk away now. Don’t drag her through it.”
Geto looks at him then, eyes searching, voice quiet. “She deserves more Toru, make up your mind.”
There’s a pause. A long one.
And then Sukuna leans forward with a half-smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “You love her, don’t you?”
Gojo’s expression doesn’t change. Not a word leaves his mouth.
But the silence answers for him.
It’s in the way his shoulders finally drop. The way he swallows once, hard. The way his gaze drifts — far, far away, like he’s seeing you through every window, every reflection, every breath.
Geto sees it too. “Then for once,” he murmurs, “don’t ruin it.”
Toji leans back, lighting a cigarette. “Because if you mess this one up, she won’t recover.”
Sukuna’s voice drops, low and final. “And neither will you.”
The smoke curls between them, filling the room with quiet understanding.
Gojo doesn’t speak. Not a word. He just sits there — jaw set, heart loud enough to drown out the silence — and for the first time in a long time, he looks scared.
Because they’re right.
You’ve gone too deep.
Jjk men having a hearty talk? Rare W
Dividers by @cursed-carmine
