JJK????????????? Do It. You Would Kill It At Gojo Story!

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707 and “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” :D?

The argument had been juvenile and entirely one-sided, your level of stubbornness clawing to astronomical heights. Your hands made quick work to flick the crumbs and straggling chips from the sheet, deliberately aiming for the side of the bed where you saw the top of Saeyoung’s head and eyes peeking up from.

“Y-You’re so cruel! How can you just throw me on the floor like this?!” he feigned his sobs, the croak in his voice. “It’s so cold down here. Have mercy on my soul! Let me back on the back, I’ll give you a back massage–no, wait! A foot massage and a head massage! I’ll massage you head-to-toe for the cheap, cheap price of letting me back on the bed.”

“Hell no,” you retorted. “Go sleep on the couch and eat your gross chips. I’m so sick of hearing you crunch, crunch, crunch–just crunching them all night!”

“Baby, I can change!” Saeyoung pleaded, jolting onto his knees before swinging a leg onto the mattress. “Just wait, I’ll show you!”

You promptly grunted and swatted his leg away. “I hope your next bag of chips are stale.”

Saeyoung reeled back, fingers splayed across his chest with a look that suggested he was thoroughly affronted. “I see what kind of person you truly are. Ruthless, unyielding, dominating–it’s super hot, honestly–but you can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

In return for the resolute glare gouging into the side of your head, you merely cast him an exasperated sidelong look before chucking several pillows at his head. “Just shut up and help me get all of your crumbs off the bed.”

You had just ripped the corners of the sheet from the bed when you noticed Saeyoung slowly rising to his feet, pillows tucked between his arms as he turned, almost mechanically marching towards the door. 

“Saeyoung…” you warned.

“I’ll just go sleep on the couch, anyway.”

“Saeyoung!”

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Geto Suguru does not say, how arrogant. He does not say, kill me if you want, there’s meaning in that too. He does not look at Gojo Satoru with unfamiliar indifference and he does not assume that he won’t understand.

Or, Suguru extends an offer on that day in Shinjuku. Satoru accepts it.

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“Hey,” he starts. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” Understatement of the century. “My name’s Suguru Geto, what’s yours?” It’s a question asked purely for formalities, and he’s sure Gojo knows that, but he’s still unprepared for the other’s answer.

“Your mom,” Gojo drawls out, and Suguru realizes he’s starting to see why people want this kid dead.

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Crickets chirp throughout the night and the bed is too warm to sleep in, so he buries his face into pillows that smell like dust and salt and ignores the stabbing behind his eyes till he can feel the irritating warmth of another day on his back.

I miss the sea, he thinks, staring at the familiar outline of the window, palm resting on the friend-shaped dent on his bed. Exhaustion drapes itself over his shoulders and sweat beads like pearls at the roots of his hair.

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“Yeah! Oh, my name is Gojo Satoru, by the way.” He hides the hurt behind his teeth, his grin wide and friendly. He thought he’d only have to introduce himself once to someone he called his best friend. It’s strange to repeat words from more than a decade ago to the same person. “You can call me Satoru.” He hopes he calls him Satoru.

“I’m Geto,” he says back. You were Suguru to me, Gojo thinks. “Nice to meet you, Satoru.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” He leans against the wall beside him, tries to look nonchalant as he does. “So, do you come here often?”

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Huh,” he muses. “Are you… saving yourself for marriage?”

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“You’re a menace,” Suguru mutters.

“You do this all the time? Making clay dicks before you turn them into bowls and vases? And it took some loser dude you met at age 27 for you to realize you like dick?”

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