“He’s A Villain! You Only Like Him Because He’s Hot.”

“He’s a villain! You only like him because he’s hot.”

Okay and?

Look Alike (teaser)

genre 🍾 idol au, strangers(kinda) to lovers,

pairings 🍸 Idol Jaemin x drunk idiot reader

Future warnings 🥃 mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, puking(not in detail) sexual tension to the MAX AND smut/⚠️ Oral sex (giving, and receiving) Penetration, Building Arousal, fat dick jaemin 😏. Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising. Secrets!!!!

Note: this is the longest fucking teaser in the word! My bad…. Anyway. Promise I will work on my other stories. They will get done…. One day. 😚

He needed to get out, he really really needed to get out, you wanna know why? Because he got a boner just from a girl grazing his hand at the cafe, it was stupid and he was embarrassed. He can’t remember the last time he had sex. THE na jaemin, having blue balls? Unheard of. I mean look at em.

Work has be unbearable, video after video, promotion after promotion. He hasn’t been in bed with another person in too long.

So that’s why he’s at a stupid club with his group. He usually doesn’t go, he hates the smell of alcohol and the thick air surrounding him, but he was hoping that maybe he could get back on his game. He knows he needs to be careful, he shouldn’t hook up with a fan, or someone who knows who he is. So when he walked into the bar and his eyes immediately landed on you, he prayed you didn’t listen to kpop. Prayed you didn’t know who he was yet.

He hasn’t found the courage to walk up to you yet. You were surrounded by your friends, who where also attractive, but not like you were. You were wearing this tight pencil dress, it hugged your body so perfectly. But he noticed that you didn’t seem to understand how attractive you look. Always drunkenly directing the guys that approach you to your friends.

Humble

Hot

It should not be this easy for him to be turned on. He’s off his game. He needed to relax, but found it hard when he saw you looking over at him. He froze, he didn’t know what to do, and to what he sees, neither did you. You sent a sweat smile his way, and you returned it, it was so beautiful, he thought that a girl like you didn’t belong in a club on a Friday night. He didn’t know what would have happened after if one of your friends, who’s wearing a vintage tennis bodycon dress, that almost matched yours, hadn’t handed you a drink. Bringing your attention away from him. But he was disappointed anyway.

This interaction did not go overlooked by his friends. “A smile? That’s it? Go over there you idiot!” Haechan who drags out the ‘it’ for a dramatic effect. Jaemin rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair. “Can’t”

“Why not?” Mark joins, pushing his drink to the side so he can lean over. “Ever guy that has went up to her has been redirected-“

“But she smiled at you” mark interrupts.

“I wouldn’t mind being redirected to one of her friends” haechan remarks, mark joins jaemin in rolling his eyes this time. “I’m going to get another drink, come with me” haechan ignores the boys reactions and gets up form the booth that are currently seated at. “Why me?” Jaemin complains. “Because we need to get you with a girl, one way or another tonight, and that’s not going to happen with you sitting here”

Jaemin thinks for a moment, before standing up with a groan and follows haechan to the bar, not noticing the pair of eyes that follows him.

Your eyes.

•••

“He’s cute!!” Yejun announces, drunk out of her mind. “That’s who you’ve been staring at all night?” She slumps her body into yours and you flick her forehead for being so loud. Almost missing due to the alcohol. “He looks like a idol that I like- all his friends do actually” you inform, tearing your eyes away from the blue haired boy at the bar. “A kpop idol?” Shihyun butts in. “Yeah”

“Wow! Kpop idols at a club!? No way!” Shihyun shoots up from her seat to look for the topic of the subject but fails “where? I wanna see a kpop idol!” She announces, you all quickly turn away when you see the two boys heads begin to turn towards your direction.

They must’ve heard her.

“They aren’t actually kpop idols they just look like them you idiot!” You scold, placing a hand on the side of your face to hide you embarrassed features. “Oh” the others are doing the same.

You really shouldn’t have decided to come tonight, you have mock trial tomorrow and a hang over isn’t going to help your performance. “You should talk to him.” Yejun is the first to put her hand down when she notices the boys look away. “And say what? I don’t want to hook up with anyone anyway” you laugh and take a sip of your drink. You really should stop but you need the alcohol to help you forget about your dramatically sad life.

“Why does it have to be a hookup? I know plenty of couples who’ve meet at a club. Or maybe that’s what you need y/n, a good hookup to set you straight!”

“I’ll set you straight if you don’t keep your voice down.” You say through your teeth and the girls giggle. “What group do they look like?” Chaewon finally enters the conversation, she pushes the strains of hair that stick to her face do to her dancing. Her short black hair still looked just as good as when you got there. “Nct” you answered

“Nct?”

“Nct, I don’t think thats really them, I’m just too drunk, but he definitely looks like na jaemin… or maybe I should stop drinking” you confirm, setting your drink to the side, which Shihyun gladly finished for you. “They are very talented, and that jaemin guy is my favorite, that’s probably why My brain is putting his face on him… or maybe they do just look alike” you add, not noticing the eyes that were on you.

His eyes.

Na Jaemin’s eyes.

•••

“She knows who I am…she knows it’s me” jaemin informs with the most disappointing tone. He placed his head down on the counter while waiting for haechans drink. “No, she thinks you look like him” haechan pays him on the back.

“You could still hook up with her, even if she did know who you were.”

“Stop talking haechan, I have a headache”

“And a boner” he teases, “you really need to go talk to her” Jaemin fights with everything in him not to punch the boy next to him. He turns his head on the counter to your direction. You were being dragged to the dance floor by a girl with short black hair.“I’m going to the bathroom.” He grumbles, before dragging himself off the counter.

“To get yourself off? Loser” haechan didn’t even bother keeping his voice down. Which is why Jaemin’s didn’t feel bad about elbowing him in the back with all his strength. He follows the signs to the bathrooms when he realizes they are locked. He sighs and leans himself up against the wall to wait for whoever is in there to come out. The club wasn’t dirty at all, that’s why he feels so comfortable there. But at any other club, he wouldn’t even think of touching the wall- let alone ues their bathrooms. He sits there for a moment wonder why no one is coming out.

Tired of waiting and taping his foot on the ground, he pushes himself off the wall and goes to knock at the door. The response didn’t come from the bathroom, nor did it come form a guy.

•••

“They closed the bathrooms inside” you inform the tall guy you had stumbled onto when looking for your phone charger. You knew this place fairly well, Chaewons older brother did own it after all.

You left Chaewon at the dance floor almost immediately, there was now way you would be able to dance without throwing up form the alcohol in your system. When he turns to you, and gives you and look up and down, taking in your features, you continue. “They want to avoid messy hook ups I guess, they used to happen all the time here” you laugh and he smiles. “Can’t blame them, there are some very attractive women here” you catch his eyes roaming your body again. But you don’t feel the need to cover up. In fact you want him to look at you for days.

Must be the alcohol, or maybe the fact that he looks like a fucking idol.

You cough after a moment too long of silence, the noise making his eyes snap back to yours. “The bathrooms out back are open, they are just as nice, promise” you inform. Your thumb pointing out the back door, toward the outside seating area.

Promise?

PROMISe!?

Where the hell did that come from?

“Promise? You seem to know this place well. And even promoting it.. do you work here?” He laughs and you join him. He smile was contagious. He has to be some kind of doppelganger. “No I don’t work here… but if I did, would this be considered being helpful?”

“Very” he smiles to you again, and even if your tried hiding it, you couldn’t, you smile back at him, uncontrollably. You two stand there for another moment…

This is awkward.

•••

This is awkward.

He thinks You can definitely see his boner… or maybe your too drunk? He’s hoping your too drunk. The way you carry yourself is so attractive to him. He’s only exchanged a couples words but he already likes your personality. “Thanks” he breaks the silence while making his way past you and towards the door. You respond with a nod and another beautiful smile. He can’t help the next words that leave him. “You’ll be here when I get back?” His hand is in the door, holding it open when you turn to him. “Will you give me a good review if I am?”

He chuckles softly and nods to your direction before walking off.

•••

HOLY SHIT

You really where going to stay and wait for him. It wouldn’t kill you to maybe see how it would go with him. You watching him make his way around the corner, following the signs. When you feel and cold hand on your wrist. You turn to see one of the nice guys you turned down earlier in the night. “Hey pretty, sorry to bother you but your kinda drooling” he tease. You bring your other hand to your mouth before realizing it was a joke. “Ha ha, very funny” he laughs and you join him.

He was pretty nice, when you turned him down, he didn’t pester you or offend you with the usually ‘you’re ugly as fuck anyways’. He just smiled and Said ‘I understand’

We all know that’s the bare minimum, but It felt nice to know guys weren’t so bad. His name was Jaeun? Or something.

“Are you looking for someone to dance with, while you wait on your little friend? Because if you are… I’m all yours.” He places his hands out to show off his body. You giggle and shake your head. “No actually I should stay here, he asked me to-“

“-What are you a dog? Your just going to follow his commands?” Your shocked to hear the voice coming from beside you. Must have been one of jaeun’s fiends. You turn to the other boy, his expression was cocky and his breathe definitely tells you he’s been drinking. “Maybe I am” you shrug and turn back to jaeun, who’s eyeing his friends. “Dude, could you go away?” He asks, motioning his hand towards the tables. The drink in his hand almost spilling with the movement. This is awkward and so unnecessary. But you can’t bring yourself to say anything. If you weren’t so drunk to stand on both feet evenly you would’ve told both of them to leave you alone With full confidence. But your feet keep shifting weight and your fingers wiggle with anxiousness.

“Why? She obviously isn’t planning on being with you tonight. Give it up dude” you let out a sigh and begin to back away quietly. “That has nothing to do with it- your making her uncomfortable” he argues, his hand now gesturing towards you. His drink spilling at the action. Getting on your arm. It wasn’t a big deal since your dress was sleeveless, but it still irritated you, because now your sticky and not in the way you wanted tonight. “I’m so sorry” he turns to you quickly taking a napkin from a nearby table to help you wipe of the Martini looking drink off if you.

“It’s fine- I’m going to run to the bathroom.” You lightly push him away, and he respectfully backs up. “I’ll com-“

“Hey” you turn around to face the back entry. You see the jaemin doppelganger at the door, his eyes look to the pair of guys behind you, before looking back at you with an ashamed smile. “I can’t find the bathrooms” he says. You almost giggle at his face.

Almost.

No, no you did.

You giggled.

•••

When he came from the bathroom to see two guys hovering over you, He was kinda upset, when he asked if you’d still be there when he got back. He kinda also meant alone. But as he got closer to the window filled door, he noticed uncomfortable you were. When he opens the door all he heard was.

“It’s fine- I’m going to run to the bathroom.”

He just got back from there… He looked at the guy who had his hands on your arm, he was about to say something jaemin would not like- not in the slightest.

“Hey”

When you turn to look at him. He saw your face light up almost immediately. He put on the best acting if his career.

“I can’t find the bathrooms”

when you giggle, he joins you.

“I’ll show you, I have to clean up anyway” you make your way up the steps and he moves to give you more space to get passed him in the doorway. Almost grazing his boner, he tried to hide while in the bathroom.

He follows you around the tables and you both walk shoulder to shoulder towards the bathroom. He wanted to hear you talk. Your voice was so angelic, and he wasn’t having the silence. “I heard your conversation earlier.” He lets out, looking to you. He tries to stop his fluttering heart when you look back to him. “The one about me being a dog?” You question

“What?” Maybe your too drunk.

“Nevermind, what conversation?”

“The one about nct..”

You pause your feet for a moment, he joins you. The muffled music in the background. “Oh… really?” You mumble under your breath.

“Really”

“You just look like an idol in nct” you let out an embarrassed breath and cover your face with your palms. His heart almost stopped and his head felt really light.

“Yeah? Who?”

“His name is jaemin.. you look like na jaemin”

Me nods at that. “Is that a compliment?” He questions. If only you knew.

“Have you seen him?!” You ask in a ‘of course’ tone. He can’t help but smile.

You laugh when he just watches you. “Yes it’s a complement.” You ensure with two pats to his chest. Then you turn back on your heal to continue walking. He follows, almost like a cartoon character when they smell food- floating towards the source of the amazing smell. You were intoxicating. “I’m glad I meet your standards”

He almost knocks onto you when stop dead in your tracks. “I think I’m gonna puke” his smile drops. “Sorry, was that to much?” He asks walking around you to find your eyes. “What? No not that, I think it’s the alcohol” you choke out and turn around, facing away from him. “What are you doing” he laughs at the action. “Don’t want a cute guys first impression of me to be me puking” His laugh only grows the more you talk.

“Dont worry this diffidently isn’t my first impression of you” He turns his head towards the bathroom he just came from. “Here use the bathroom, I’ll hold you hair back” he reassures you by placing a hand to you back, trying to guid you to the door. “Did you not hear what I just said?” You turn around with the cutest expression he thinks he’s ever seen. Your eyebrows scrunched together, and you lips are unintentionally place in a pout. “Your cute” he says holding into your arms. “Here, relax. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.” He instructs, following along with his own advice to help you.

“I feel stupid.” You argue but follow Anyway.

•••

This is so embarrassing, you meet a cute, funny, nice guy- and your about to throw up on his nice weird t-shirt. You thought about it before, the blue hair and the orange in his shirt should clash but it doesn’t, he looks good-

“I feel stupid” you argue before matching his breath. After a while you feel the tickle in your stomach begin to die down. You lose train of thought while staring at him. His smile grows through breaths and he ends up laughing. You follow none the less. “You good?” He asks removing his hands from your shoulders. You almost whined- but you didn’t! Your head did feel light though, and your knees buckled every so often because of your loss of balance.

“Yes sir” you announce with a thumbs up. “Good… so if I were to be working here, you would say I was helpful?” He jokes. You smile at the reference to your previous conversation and roll your eyes. “If you worked here I would give you the best yelp review.”

He raises his eyebrows in shock “the best?!” His smile grows, Placing his hand to his chest. “Is it because I look like you celebrity boyfriend?”

You gently slap his shoulder. “Stop bringing that up!” You demand, you almost started to regret hitting him- considering you two just met, it would be word to just slap him. But he didn’t seem to mind. Gently rubbing the spot with a laugh he can’t seems to stop. You watch him with a smile while you legs continue to wobble. He notices and stops his expression all together. His body stands up straight and his eyes watch your legs then your eyes. “Are you okay? Do you wanna sit down?”

He doesn’t wait for your Response before looking for the nearest bench. “I’m good, just drunk” you try to relax him.

“Your about to fall-“

“-Fall in love” you wink at him, and he tries not to laugh at your drunken state. “Can you walk?” He asks.

“Of course I can walk- Mr customer service” you shew him away with your hand before talking a step towards the bench tm he’s gesturing to.

•••

He moves to catch you immediately after you trip over your own feet. Your back is pressed up into his chest, his body warmth is making your body relax into him. You can’t control it. “Sorry, unlucky start” he hears you insist,. it’s unbelievable; the amount of times you’ve made him laugh tonight. And he can’t tell if it’s because your actually funny or if he just really likes you.

He slightly bends down to wrap an arm behind your thighs, and the other around your upper back. “I better be getting tipped for this-“ he mumbles before lifting you up bridle style. You yelp, crossing your arms around his neck in shock. Though the rest of your body is too week to react. “Your very strong” he hears you breath out against his neck. His spine shivers at the feeling of your lips grazing his neck. “Yeah?”

He can almost feel the regret radiating off of you. Your shy.

It’s cute.

“This is RidicuLOUS” you try to complain but let out the last but when he sits down, with you still in his arms. “What are you doing?” You ask him, you let go of his neck and try to shimming off if him lap. Little do you know, you are absolutely teasing the hell out if him. “Trying to be a gentleman” he manages to let out without groaning when your bum lands in the bench next to him. Your thighs laying in his lap now. “Chivalry isn’t dead” you smile at him and he smiles back, placing a hand in your upper leg. He watches you eye him for a moment. Sharing a moment of comfortable silence.

“So where do you work?” You ask him. Your eyes are definitely checking him out, but he doesn’t mind at all. “I work in… entertainment. you?” He tries his best to dodge your question. “I’m in college… but I do dance for work” you answer, your words are slurred but he can understand you. “What is your major?”

He watches you think for a second, as if you forgot. “Law” he raises his eyebrows. “What college?”

“NCIT” you answer with a shy smile.

NCIT … WOW

…

You feel like maybe your over sharing to a total stranger, but honestly you don’t mind too much.

You two continue to make small talk about college and your family or friends. You share a lot, including your financial situation. He doesn’t seem to judge you at all when you tell him your struggling with money. He was just understanding and respectful. And made you feel safe. And a little giddy.

“How come we aren’t talking about you?” You question, tilting your head at him.

“I prefer to listen” he says simply, not giving it another thought. “So where are you living now?” He asks. You feel like your telling him everything, yet you know nothing about him. “This is unfair” you ignore his previous question to complain and he furrows his eyebrows. “Huh? What do you mean?”

You can tell he has stuff to say, you can see it in his face. He has stories to tell.

“I want to know more about you. What are your hobbies?” You ask him this time. It’s not too dark where you two are seated. The bench sitting under small fairy lights that wrap around the back seating area. His face looks so beautiful under the light. His face is looking up towards the night sky in thought.

“I like photography…” he shrugs. His eyes not finding yours. Instead they are stationed on your calf. Watching his finders squeeze at your skin. “That’s really cool! What do you usually take photos of?” You lean your body against the bench and wall beside you. “My friends, landscapes, anything really. That’s not important I like hearing you talk” He continues to pick at your skin.

“Well I like hearing you talk” you argue. He finally looks back to you. Your cross your arms to exaggerate and He smiles. His hand coming up to tuck a few strains of hair behind your ears. And you almost fall off if the bench. You look away from him quickly. Desperately trying to find a new subject. “Why don’t you drink?” You wondered if that was a weird question to ask, but you did notice that he haven’t ordered a drink when he was at the counter with his other friend- who definitely resembled haechan- and he didn’t seem drunk at all.

•••

The question caught him off guard, he was distracted by your eyes, Your lips, your cute nose, your bare neck. You were so perfect, physically and emotionally. He really wouldn’t the able to stop thinking about you. “I hate the smell and the taste of it.” He makes a face with thats statement, hoping to earn a laugh from you. Instead you cover your mouth. “Can you smell my breath!? Is it bad!? I swear I wasn’t drinking that much” he hears in a muffled tone. He laughs. “I’ve been all up in your face- talking- this whole time and you could smell my breath!?” You continue while leaning back. Laying down on the bench with your back pressed down against the wood. Your hands still covering your face. “No, your breathe doesn’t smell like beer at least- I mean you don’t smell bad” you tries to explain but he can’t help but laugh.

“I think I have a mint in my bag, but it’s inside-“ you start. Trying to move your legs off of him, but he tightens the grin on your legs. Your turn back to him. “-Said it’s fine princess” he demands, you just look at him. Probably Unsure on how to react to the action or the nickname. He did NOT want you to leave him, not yet.

He manoeuvres your body back to his, this time moving so your thighs are on his. And you allow him to do so.

“My breath probably smells like fried chicken anyway.” He laughs and you finally join him. Calming himself at the sound of your laugh. “As long as we both have bad breath, I guess it’s fair” you two continue to laugh for another moment. Before falling back to silence.

“You really do look like him…” you comment after hugging yourself due to the cold. He mentally curses at that reminder.

I AM HIM…

PLEASE DONT REALIZE ITS ME

WOULD IT BE THAT BAD IF YOU DID

WOULD YOU CARE?

WOULD I CARE?

“Do I? Would you still be talking to me if I was him” he begins to rub his hand over the skin in your leg. The act warming you down form the coldness outside. He watched you lean your head on the arm you have prompt up against the benches back. “Talking to you?… yes. Thinking about sleeping with you?… no”

He paused his movements

“Your thinking about sleeping with me?”

That’s not what he’s worried about right now. Why wouldn’t you sleep with him…? Or na jaemin at least.

“Is that okay?” You ask. Lifting your head up as if anticipating his response. He looks aways to think about it. “Well… why wouldn’t you sleep with my look alike?” He asks, hoping to get you to change your mind.

“It would be weird for him to sleep with a fan.. you know? I’ve heard idols do that a lot, there’s nothing wrong with it… I just don’t want to be a one night thing- and then forgotten”

He could never forget you. And you haven’t even had sex.

“You heard they do that a lot?”

These aren’t the questions he wants to be asking, but he shouldn’t give himself away too fast. He has to think about this, he needs to convince you to think about it differently.

“Well I’m a backup dancer for SM entertainment-“

“What!” He almost shot up in shock. He know you were a dancer.. but for His company!?

“Yeah… I’ve always heard about idols bringing fans to there dorm or hotel for the night. But I think I would feel really… weird to think and idol actually wanted to sleep with me ya know?”

“So you’ve danced with nct before?” He asks.

“No! Are you crazy?! As amazing as that would be. I could never.”

He thinks for a moment. He wishes he could be having a different conversation with you but this is getting interesting.

“Why not?”

“Well I’ve been assigned them a couple time but refused. They would probably feel uncomfortable to have a fan as a backup dancer don’t you think?”

“No”

“No?” you tilt your head to him and he smiles. He notices that you do that often and it’s cute. “I wouldn’t mind you being my backup dancer” biting his lip and wiggling his eyebrows with a smile.

You laugh, the sound of your giggles filling his ears. “That’s means so much, except your not them, I mean jaemin. He might feel differently” His smile drops.

Right

“What if I was though?” You think for a second. “I would think it’s sweat of you for saying that, but I would get to nervous to be around them anyway”

“Your not nervous around me, do I not have the same affect?” He jokes, selfishly continuing to rub at your leg. “Oh you do! You should feel my heart beat” you admit with a shy laugh. You feel stupid for allowing yourself to talk so freely with this random doppelganger guy. “Really? I’m making you nervous?” He rests he head on the wall behind the bench. Watching your eyes, then your lips- Your pretty lips that are stained from your drinks and plump from the bottles of alcohol. He swears his heart is beating ten times for then yours.

•••

You squirm under him when his hand travels up your leg to your thigh. “Mhm” you nod at his question, earring a smile from the man. “So what’s the difference? if I was really na jaemin… you still wouldn’t sleep with me?”

You look away from his eyes, you can feel your face burning- and we both know it’s not the alcohol. “Why do you care so much about him? Jaemin or not- I want to sleep with YOU” you mumble, it almost went unheard…

Almost.

•••

“I’m glad to hear that.” A fond smile shows on his face when you turn back to look at him.

He is so unbelievably hard right now. He could quiet literally pounce in your right now. But he can’t, he can’t scare you away. So instead he slowly leans towards you. His eyes finding your lips. And he almost connects them but stops. “Can I?” He asks, looking back up at you. Your eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes.

“Please” you whimper.

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2 months ago

Walk him like a dog

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : The first year trio are watching Gojo who is completely head over heels for you.

To the world, Gojo Satoru is the strongest but to the people who know him Gojo Satoru is a menace.

When he was in high school, he was a different breed. Yaga could not sleep at times from all the stress Gojo would cause; be it either an earful from the higher ups or checking the news only to find out there had been an explosion conveniently where Gojo’s mission was assigned.

Sometimes he would get pictured sent to him by the problem student himself, a picture with a beaten up enemy and Gojo winking at the camera with a note saying ‘Yay~ another victory! I mean it’s as normal as breathing for me (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ’

Even when Yaga would use his authority and lecture him, sometimes Gojo Satoru would not listen; be it simply ignoring or rebutting it with his opinion— an opinion no one asks for.

And when that happens, Yaga would pull out his secret weapon ‘You’! He didn’t use this card all the time but at time Gojo was simply so uncooperative, he had to! Any word coming from you would be listened to by him as if it were law. Right now, at the age of 28 he seemed to have matured- no stopped acting as childish and Yaga didn’t have to rely on you so often.

That same Yaga watches from the window at his new first years— Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumi— behind a bush, hiding peeking over to you and Gojo who were on a bench.

“Ah…” Kugisaki sweat dropped at the pair. “Gojo-sensei is so smitten.” She said observing at how you were simply reading a book, as Gojo yaps away but one thing very obvious was the gentle look he gave you.

When you finally looked Gojo’s way, their white haired teacher suddenly stops, they notice a faint blush peeping under his blindfolds and when he does starts talking he stammers. THE Gojo Satoru was stammering, biting his tongue simply because you were looking at him.

“Kugisaki, let’s leave.” Itadori covers his eyes, his right eye peeps through the cracks of his fingers. “Sensei is doing such a bad job at flirting with y/n, I’m getting embarrassed.”

Kugisaki lifts her hands and grabs the collar of Itadori’s and starts shaking it. “This is the closest we’re getting to romance in this school and I want to be the witness.” She grits her teeth.

Just then Nanami walks along the path, making the pair look over. You smile as you call out. “Nanami-kun.”

Nanami stops and waits as you stand from your bench, walking over to greet him. The students stare; as soon as you got off the bench and walks Gojo follows suit not even a millisecond later.

Kugisaki cringes. “He is like a puppy…”

They could vaguely hear Gojo start to make fun of Nanami, but when you think his ‘joke’ was a slight bit too harsh; they watch you give Gojo a side eye and almost immediately their teacher shuts up.

‘y/n has the strongest sorcerer at the palm of their hands .’ Kugisaki and Itadori collectively thought.

Before Kugisaki could comment she senses a small wet feeling on her forehead, then another and then she was drowning in it. Suddenly it started raining.

“Geh. Let’s get out of here.” Kugisaki says as she quickly brought her hands up to cover her bangs. “I don’t want my hair to frizz up.”

Itadori and Fushiguro follows her lead as they walk away to the nearby building and when they did reach shelter, Kugisaki quickly turns around to check on their teacher and you, a fellow sorcerer.

Her mouth drops slightly taking in the situation at hand, Nanami was no where in sight. She assumes he left because of the rain too.

But that wasn’t the focus.

Her eyes were focused on Gojo and you, holding hands smiling fondly at each other, she also noted that he was using ‘Infinity’ to not get wet from the rain.

Gojo laughs as he raises one of your hands high which makes you let out laugh, but complies as you proceed to twirl. As soon as you make two twirls, their teacher places his hands on your face as his leans down, his lips on yours.

Kugisaki and Itadori squeal and blushes at the intimate scene infront of them, jumping. “Sensei, finally did it! He kissed y/n—!” Itadori smiles.

They watch you smile into the kiss and you bring your hands up behind his neck, slowly trailing them into his hair, deepening the kiss.

“I’m so happy,Kugisaki.” Itadori wipes his tears with the back of his hands, extremely happy for his teacher’s happiness and success in his love life.

“I don’t know why you guys are making such a fuss.” Fushiguro finally decides to add into the antics of his classmates.

“Huh?” Kugisaki quickly turns and glares at the dark haired man. ”Is your heart made of stone or something,Fushiguro?”

“Yeah! I heard Gojo-sensei basically raised you.” Itadori chirps in. “You should be more happy for him.”

Kugisaki nods in agreement.

“I mean…” Fushiguro sighs as his hands are up massaging his temple, mentally preparing for the outburst to come.

“They’re married…”

“Ehhhhh???”

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