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[irespectwmn]

SNOW-TASTIC . . .ᐟ ft. many characters

- satoru gojo x m! reader x suguru geto

- “ lowercase intended. “

- jjk (s2, 2006)

y/n had given up on the concept of skating about ten minutes ago. at first, there had been effort: wobbly knees, flailing arms, the desperate little gasps every time he nearly fell. but now?

now he just…embraced it.

with a happy “wheeee!” he let his belly slide across the rink like a sled, arms out like he was flying, the multitude of scarves, hats, and padded jackets making him look like a lost child from a department store catalog. his hat had a pom-pom. it wobbled as he skidded past shoko.

she snorted, flicking the ashes of her cigarette elsewhere. “very innovative.”

“i think he forgot what skating actually is,” nanami said, glancing at haibara, who was off trying to swindle an old man who was selling hot chocolate and churros, deadpanning—before he looked towards his senpais.

satoru was leaning onto suguru, trying to cover up the fact he wasn’t the best at skating. he waved a hand at the comments, “ah, let him be. it’s not like he’s hurting anyo—“ that very sentence was cut off, y/n came barreling through, sliding right under their feet, knocking both satoru and suguru over. with a cackle from shoko, and a stifled laughed from nanami, satoru got up holding his chest with a dry heave.

“babe, no foul play!”

meanwhile, suguru had yet to get up. simply closing his eyes and accepting it, he didn’t have the energy or dignity to go on.

“woah! look at y/n-senpai go!” haibara laughed, joining nanami and shoko on the sidelines, he held a cup of hot chocolate in one hand, and an obscure amount of churros in the other. nanami raised a brow at his classmate, “haibara why do you have so many churros.”

before he could answer, another scream sounded from the frozen pond. the trio looked up to see satoru on the ground again, “sorcerer down! sorcerer in distress!”. the group deadpanned. the ‘strongest sorcerer’ was sprawled on the ice like a beached whale while y/n slid in wonky circles around him. suguru on the other hand, had gotten up, dusting ice shavings off his behind, “i can only tolerate so much humiliation—but not my own.”

y/n, now half-covered in a thin layer of snow, pushed himself up just enough to wave at suguru and the group. “this is the best!” he shouted before flopping back down.

suguru silently offered a thumbs-up.

“so, everyones all iced out?” haibara asked, smirking at himself for the joke. suguru mindlessly nodded, while nanami gave a blank stare, not amused in the slightest by the joke.

“now? cmon, at least let me watch y/n ramp off of satoru. then we can leave.”

“what?” a chorus of confusion, even from satoru himself, who had his back to y/n, big mistake.

“yeah!” y/n suddenly yelled, preparing himself, looking up and pointing dramatically at the sky. “this is for you amanai!” he lifted his arms, and with a flick of some invisible force—likely his untamed cursed energy—he zoomed across the rink like a rocket, approaching satoru, who instinctively activated his infinity—but still curled into a ball for protection.

y/n’s body, ramped off the forcefield, coming too fast. he launched with the power of a miniature comet and—plunk!—sank deep into a mound of powder at the rink’s edge. only his pom-pom bobbled in the wind.

shoko let out a whistle. she and haibara held up “10/10” signs. nanami doing a double take, trying to figure out where the signs even came from.

suguru didn’t bother to scream in worry, he was sure y/n had not even a scratch on him, maybe whiplash, but eh. he calmly walked over, reaching into a suspiciously y/n-shaped hole in the snow, and pulling out the man himself. now, he simply dragged him by one of his many coats, heading back towards the school

“...i got stuck,” y/n whispered, dazed but still smiling.

“i could see that, y/n.”

shoko watched this with an unreadable expression. then she sighed, grabbing her bag, before she followed after the two. nanami and haibara following in their senpai’s steps.

satoru groaned, clawing himself off that cursed frozen pond. he face planted, his face sinking into the snow.

he should hollow-purple this whole damn landscape.