brothers bsf!gojo sneaking in through your window..!
3 light thuds against the glass, that’s all it takes for you to jump up in your bed.
and there he is, satoru gojo—the guy your brother kento specifically warned you about— but more inmportantly, your (secret) boyfriend, clinging on to the rusty fire escape on the side of your (and more important your brother’s) apartment, smirking like an idiot.
“satoru what the fuck.” you mumble as you stumble out of bed, in just a low tank and briefs walking over to the window.
you snap the latch to your window open, ignoring the flaky chipped-away paint that lingers on your fingers. you drag the glass panel to the side, ready to question just why he thought it was a good idea to do this—especially without warning—but you’re cut off by him nudging through your window and planting down on your floor.
“what on earth are you doing here?—do you want my brother to catch us?” you whisper, jumping straight to the point.
“i’m your boyfriend.” he shoots back, welcoming himself in and glazing his eyes over your shelves of collectibles and trinkets, he sets his phone down your nightstand likes he’s done many times before.
“my brother is right down the fucking hall and you thought this was a good time?” you’re halfway to slapping him. kento already says you can’t talk to him when he’s over to see kento, let alone in your bedroom.
“we can be quiet.” he still not whispering like an idiot. you lightly smack the back of his head and mutter ‘whisper then, idiot. he rolls his eyes and sighs in mock distress.
“so what are you even here for—tryna get in my pants, gojo?” you ask, voice still hushed but full of playfulness.
“well i was gonna say to watch a movie,” he brings his hands up to his chest like he’s shocked. “…but if you’re offeri—”
there’s a footstep—heavy one at that. your brother was up. fuck.
you slap your hand over satoru’s mouth and mouth a ‘shut up’ to him before pushing him down and gesturing to under your bed.
the footsteps draw closer to your room as satoru struggles to squeeze under your bed. you scramble on your tippy toes to reposition yourself in bed and open your phone to pretend you’ve been scrolling all along.
your door creaks open as kento peers through, looking tired as ever.
“are you alone in here?” he mutters, voice still dreary and sleepy.
“huh? yeah—why?” you say just a bit too fast to sound casual. thoughts race in your head—is satoru fully under your bed or peaking out? he was quite tall, did satoru leave his stupid ass glasses here? did kento recognize his voice.
“just thought i heard…” his voice trails off, stopping himself mid sentence. he takes in a deep breath, like he’s surprising anger or something. your eyes dart over to where he’s looking, worried what he could be focused on.
there, on your nightstand, is satoru’s phone—unmistakably his with that stupid bright blue phone case he tried to convince kento into matching with him. motherfucker.
kento’s voice interrupts your thoughts, but it’s not directed to you.
“gojo. you have five seconds to get out from under that bed and get the fuck out of my house.” his voice is scratchy and scarier than usual, worry setting in deeply in your bones—imagine how satoru must feel.
and there he is, scared shitless, crawling out from under your bed hurriedly, blue eyes widening as he scrambles to grab his phone and walk out. he brushes past nanami in the doorway, who looks more mad than you’ve ever seen him.
nanami says nothing as he shuts your door, letting out another deep, angered, sigh.
one new message from: satoru 🩵
2:47AM | okay so no more meeting at your house
not proofread. this was also originally going to be of sukuna until i decided otherwise halfway so if you saw his name ignore it lol