what’s he like when he’s in love? but you’re just friends.
what is it now, too busy to reply?
it had been a day and you hadn’t texted.
he knows it, gojo knows it in his heart, he thinks about you more than you think about him.
i miss you..
you said you’d be out with friends and he feels betrayed that you didn’t even check up on him.
too busy partying huh?
you were just friends but..friends are important too.
or what if you’d lied, saying you were going out just to get rid of him for the day.
you wouldn’t do that right?
he looks at the bracelet you’d left behind and he’d picked up, your things in his room fueling his attachment issues. he hated when you called it that. it’s not an issue. he just loves you-your friendship that’s all.
he opens up his insta page, he wonders what you think when you see it. do you watch his highlights? he has yours memorized, every song you’ve used on your story, he plays over and over.
he scrolls through your reposts fascinated by your mind, casually bringing up the fact that he’d seen the show you reposted, when he’d binged it the night before.
sometimes he’d bring up a guys name and ask you what you thought about him. trying to gauge if you were interested in anyone else.
were you interested in him?
if not, gojo would make sure you were.
he’s already integrated himself into your schedule, it’s about time he adds himself into your life too.
it’s all out of love really.
he’s just love sick, you know? he checked the compatibility of your zodiac signs a solid 90%. it was meant to be ofcourse, it was he could never be wrong about you.
gojo knew you liked it, his attention to detail, but sometimes to throw you off, he’d back off all cold so you wouldn’t think he’s clingy.
so you wouldn’t think he’s overbearing and get sick of him and leave.
he’d dream about it, dating you, touching your face, kissing you, eventually making you his pretty little wife.
he didn’t mind playing the long game, he’d do it in a heart beat. for now he had your schedule memorized, he’d bump into you acting like it’s coincidence.
she must think it’s fate.
gojo considers himself a mastermind, brushing over your fingers, slowly exchanging numbers, adding eachother on the internet, moulding himself into your life.
little does he know, you’re just as obsessed as him.
you let him play his games, act amused when he shows up at the same place as you, let him believe that you think it’s fate.
upfront you friend-zone him, but your actions speak otherwise.
you play hot and cold with his feelings, watching him struggle to get you under his grasp, you act detached amused by how much it frustrates him. he doesn’t know you’re both playing the same game.
currently, you’re ignoring his texts on purpose, getting him all bothered so when you come back and shower him with all your attention he’d lap it all up.
you let gojo think he’s the mastermind when you’re the one orchestrating everything.
he will be mine.
you’ve already got him wrapped around your finger, now you wait for him to recognize himself in you.
you wait for him to recognize that you were never strangers.
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firefly; JUSS WROTE SUM BULLSHITTT (medschool is eating me alive sigh)
Yan!satoru who became a regular (and by regular i mean coming back everytime you had your shift) at the cafe you work at, nagging to take an early break so he gets to ask you all about your day. Yaga is on his ass everytime he makes a detour from his mission if it's near the cafe, but to him, it's just a cursed spirit, why can't he just take a peek on how you're doing? He'll keep up the line to blabber how jujutsu high is just too mean on him and that he doesn't deserve the mistreatment, which often leads you into pushing him out of the way. (Which is fine by him, anything is fine if you're doing it.)
Yan!suguru who isn't fond of coffee, but sucking it up because it's you we're talking about. If you're making his coffee, it's the sweetest thing ever, even if it's pure black coffee. If he's having a bad day, a simple latte you made yourself makes it the brightest day ever. He'll ask about your day and subtly persuade you to go on a date (to him, atleast) after your shift is over. What a smooth talker. Geto is also a great listener, if you're ranting to him on your break about how nagging these customers are or how you got a burn from a customer spilling coffee, he won't try to shut you up.
Yan!SatoSugu who goes shopping with you after your shift, making you try on all kinds of luxuries, all kinds of jewelry, everything. They stop by some stores with house decor too, if you like it, they'll buy it, one for you, two for them. You ask if they liked it too, they just shrug and say it feels special to them.
Yan!SatoSugu who have practically a makeshift shrine of momentos and anything you like or has your dna (Suguru got his hands on the pencil you chewed on before Gojo, Satoru is still mad at him.), with pictures of you all together, or photos of you sleeping, everything you do is cherished with love and admiration.
Yan!SatoSugu who refuse to let you near an area that they're in a mission on. Oh, this is your apartment? Too bad, cursed spirit, you can't get killed. Satoru will whine and try to get you to live in the dorms, not like Yaga would let him anyways. But it's much safer than your apartment, think of all the cursed spirits crawling there!
Yan!SatoSugu who don't let anyone get close to you, either they go missing or cutting contact with you, your friendships never last long. They're the only friends you need, why be friends with everyone else? Not to mention those people could be trying to get their way close to them, to make them let their guard down just to stab them in the back. Don't you care about their protection??
Reader who won’t date Yan Gojo… he has tried everything I mean everything and this bitch won’t budge. She has repeatedly told him he isn’t her type- his eyes are bright blue when she likes dark(they hurt her eyes just looking at them), he has literally WHITE hair when she only likes brunettes, he loud when her type is quiet and shy. The only thing he got right was his height. So now Gojo somehow convincing her to go to lunch still trying to convince her and she just says finally: “I would never like you but even if I did it would only be a small kind of infatuation. I could never love you Gojo even if I tried.” And he is just shocked.
I will get to rqs dw guys =_= (warning for like . The usual yandere stuff but also mention of gojo cutting himself open)
Anyways so I think gojo is actually so fuckin insane and delusional. He’s so overconfident that no matter what you say, he just doesn’t believe you and thinks you’re playing hard to get. You say you look darker hair and darker eyes, but he thinks you’re just lying so that he doesn’t know you have a crush on him.
Even you saying that to him, won’t cause him to budge. If you did somehow convince him you’re being truthful and you truly mean it, good fuckin luck lmao. This guy isn’t against killing people you care about in a sad attempt for you to love him, or going as far as to publicly humiliate you, or even trying to isolate you in general. He’s not even against literally cutting himself open just for you to realize your love. Not against any of it, if it means you’ll realize you’ve loved him all along. Cause you have to, he’s practically a god after all.
Satoru hummed your favorite song as he placed the plastic bottle you drank from in the shrine, another sacred item you bestowed your DNA on. He couldn't be any happier to have another thing you had the honor to bless him with this! Well, not really, he took it from the trashcan after you threw it away. A photo of you, the best one, was right in the middle, shining away all of the other pictures, and a table for everything Satoru is lucky to get his hands on. Napkins, empty water bottles, your mug (which he drinks from everyday), and a shirt he stole from your closet!
Oh, how he wished to see you smile at him. To see your pearly whites beam at him, he's sure he'd melt. Yet you're just another citizen, one who barely knows who he is. But that's alright for Satoru! You can just know him as "the-white-haired-dude-who-seems-to-love-and-do-everything-that-you-like"! He'll be fine with that either way. Little by little, Gojo will have you.
"I'm surprised you know this café, Gojo!" You chirped in delight, holding a fragrant coffee. How did Gojo know this was your favorite coffee shop? It wasn't well-known, only locals and curious tourists who looked further than famous crowded places. It was probably just pure luck...
"I just saw it and I immediately knew you'd like it. I had no idea you even knew of this place!" Satoru lied, his tone slightly straining, annoyed that you two were still in last-name basis. Has he not done enough? Has he not been taking you in enough dates hangouts? Oh well. He drowned his lips in affogato, the bittersweet filling just the right amount of sugar and caffeine in his heart. "Say, how about you visit my house? I have a limited edition brew of the coffee you're drinking right now. I have enough to make a batch for the both of us." He'd been drinking it regularly, thinking it'd bloom the roots of your soon-to-be relationship.
"I'd love to!" You agreed, thinking this was just another attempt that Gojo was making to get you to hang out with him longer. Not that you didn't mind the clinginess, you just never saw someone so interested in hanging out with you for so long (no shade!!).
Before you knew it, you were sitting in a dining table, laughing it up with the strongest with fresh brew. Black roses sat in the middle of the table, though it didn't fit the aesthetic, why would there be gothic looks in a clean modern house? Maybe it's just a preference. You shouldn't be so judgy.
"I need to go to the bathroom, do you mind telling me where it is?" You asked, putting down your coffee.
"Of course, it's just right down the hall." Satoru vaguely waved to the direction.
It felt like a completely different aura in the hallway, creepy, cold. Like everything in your body was telling not to, your legs felt the need to run away, but you marched on. The floor creaked, it was quiet, endless. This must be the door, right? It's the only one you can really think is for a bathroom. You open the door.
You're sleeping. You're working. You're eating. All these memories should only be kept to yourself, you lived alone. But you're right here, in all these photos. And those same dreaded roses that look like the night sky itself in the midst of an altar. Dedicated to you. To show worship towards you.
Satoru. Has. Been. Stalking. You-
"So you found it." He mutters with disappointment, you don't dare look back. He wasn't dumb, he knew where you stumbled upon the moment you entered the room. He has the six eyes after all. "That's alright, I'll be something more to you."
