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It's You and Me (Part 3)

Suguru Geto x Reader

Genres/Warnings: hs!suguru, biker!suguru, fem!reader, academic weapon!reader, mostly fluff and banter, slight angst, intro to yutamaki (the ship), halloween party(kinda?).

Word Count: 3k

Maybe you're bad at reading body language. Or maybe, he's bad at expressing himself?

Notes: I hope you enjoy this part! It's probably not as good as the previous part, but I assure you, good things are to come!

(Part 1) | (Part 2)

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***

Suguru leaned against your front door. His boyish grin plastered across his face, completely dressed in his costume. He and Gojo had decided to dress up as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson for the party.

"How do I look?" He detached himself from the doorframe and twirled around to give you a complete 180.

You got hold of his long-bell sleeves, holding them away from him so you could get a better look at the little details.

"Not bad at all!" You were so obviously checking him out, and he knew.

And, you knew that he knew.

That was just what he wanted. Didn't he? Why else would he show up on your doorstep?

"So, you just need to stick that mustache now?" You let go of his arms and held out yours so he could hand you the remaining piece of his costume. "Does it not come with the adhesive?" You began inspecting the fake mustache.

"I don't think…" He shrugged, and ever so slowly, his hand crept inside his pocket to crumple up the little piece of tape. He was looking up at you from where he stood at your doorstep.

You held up the piece of mustache to his mouth, your hands brushing his as he tried stopping you. "Let me see!" You revolted as he ducked his head away from you. "You're 'gonna have to eventually…"

After his little rebellion, he stood facing you, unmoving, as you found the perfect spot to fix it on his gorgeous face.

"Hmm," You leaned back like an artist, admiring your masterpiece. Your hands cupped his face slightly upwards, as you held the tiny black piece.

You could swear his eyes were shining.

And this moment will forever be burned into your brain. Not many got a chance to look down at Suguru Geto.

"This is a little embarrassing," Suguru cleared his throat, turning away to look at his shoes for a moment before looking back up. You couldn't quite read his expression, but you could definitely see a faint rouge spreading across his face. "Do you have something to stick it on my face?"

You nodded and turned to walk back inside, followed closely by Suguru. "How are you, uh… going to the party?"

"Shoko's driving us. Me and Maki, I mean." You stopped by the living room, motioning for him to wait, while you got your eyelash glue to stick the mustache. "I'll be right back,"

But, he stood there, right beside you. His brain racked, trying to come up with any explanation for why he should be helping you. He felt pathetic, excited, and desperate altogether.

"I…" He began as he watched you walk away to your room, but his words died in his mouth. "I should help,"

You turned back towards him, head tilted at his unwillingness. "Help?"

His eyes wandered through the ceilings of your hallway before they finally met with yours, "Yeah, I'll just go up. Save you a round trip. Not that big of a deal." He smiled sheepishly.

You could only laugh at his stance.

And, his expression.

You looked at him with brief skepticism, weighing out your options.

He was a good friend, yes.

But, being alone with him in your room seemed a little too intimate, even as friends. And you were good at keeping lines drawn right.

"No thanks," You narrowed your eyes at him, "I just cleaned my room!"

"That was quick!" Suguru exclaimed as you stood before him, shaking your tube of eyelash glue.

"Told you so," you chirped. "Look here." you tilted his chin upwards so you had a better point of view to work with.

I'm helping him.

He's my friend.

You repeated to yourself in a miserable attempt to calm yourself but, it was hardly working, especially with Suguru's face barely inches away from yours.

His eyes were shut and, his breathing grew a little shallow.

"There you go," you said quietly, as you scooted away, retrieved a vanity mirror from your pocket, and handed it to him.

Suguru sighed briefly before taking the mirror from you, but that soon turned into a snicker as soon as he looked at his reflection.

You followed suit.

"Maybe I should try growing out a real one." He looked at you with a smolder.

"EW!" you shrieked, pushing him slightly by his shoulder.

"Why?" he laughed harder at your contorted face, rising from where he sat, so he was towering over you. "You don't like it?"

"Not at ALL. You look like you're going to start a Physics lecture."

"I do teach you Physics, though." he squinted his eyes at you.

"Gosh, what's with you today? You seem a little high," You commented, retrieving your mirror from him.

Before he could clap back at you with another one of his witty responses, the doorbell rang, followed by a series of furious knocks.

"Looks like Maki and Shoko are here," He cocked his head towards the hallway. "I should probably go too. Pretty sure he'd be losing his mind right now. Not that he has much, anyways."

You laughed, walking out to the door as the knocks only grew worse.

"The door's going to fall off." You mock shouted, pulling the door open as far as possible.

"Not my problem," Shoko shrugged, handing you a paper bag. "Gift."

"What is it?" You completely forgot about anything else, focusing solely on the bag in your hands. "Oh My God! DONUTS!"

But like the nonchalant, cool girl she was, Shoko only winked at you, with a little kiss. "How come you're here?" She tilted her head at Suguru.

"Just leaving." He greeted her and Maki with a collective short hug, bidding everyone a dramatic farewell in his next breath as he sprinted back to his house.

You looked on.

Why did he never greet you with any hugs?

You thought you and him were growing closer. Then why?

"Man, I'm THIRSTY!" Maki pulled you out of your thought train.

"Of course, you are." You chuckled taking her bag from her, inviting both the girls inside.

***

Twenty minutes into the party, you had already been separated from the girls.

Though you vividly remember Shoko wanting to get a drink for herself, you had no idea when Maki slipped away too.

You found yourself wandering inside Satoru's house, hoping you'd catch hold of at least one of the four. As much as you'd hate to admit it, the music was getting to your head, vibrating through you, whole.

You made your way past the jam-packed kids into the kitchen to get something to drink. From a distance, you could see many people hanging around the kitchen, giving you a slight hope that one of them might be someone you knew. But, to your disappointment, there was no one.

Sighing to yourself, you Looked around in the kitchen to find something that suited your palate.

But that didn’t take long as you found the refrigerator filled with drinks and a huge bowl of fruit punch.

"There are no cups," you mumbled, turning around to look for some when you found yourself trapped between the refrigerator and a very drunk-looking Naoya Zen'in. He was in your grade, and that was about everything you two had in common.

Never did you imagine a scene where you'd find yourself standing so close to him? There had never been a reason.

You halted, trying to decipher his low ramble but you couldn't. The guy was drunk out of his mind. You doubted if he even realized he had caged you in.

Naoya was infamous for his terrible temper as is, it wouldn't take a genius to guess he'd only be worse drunk.

It was only a matter of a few minutes for you to get as far as possible you could, without getting a rise out of him.

I'll have to give up on the punch.

"Um, excuse me," You sighed, ducking under his arms and away.

What a moron!

Sensing you move away, Naoya grabbed your wrist yanking you back in front of himself. "Take what you wanted." He grumbled.

"I'm not thirsty anymore," You tried brushing him off, as you pulled your hand back. You stood up straighter, causing him to step back as you walked away.

He called after you, a certain distaste settling around your name, "You’re the one that hangs out with those losers, don’t you?"

You rolled your eyes, "Did you just call Satoru a loser, when you're drunk out of your mind at his party?"

He sighed, holding his hands up. "Touché. I am a little drunk. And dizzy."

"Congratulations." He was most definitely not "a little" drunk, evident by his knuckle-white grip on the refrigerator.

"Can you get me water?" He doubled down by the kitchen island, wreathing in discomfort.

Let's get this over with.

"Fine." You sighed, walking around the kitchen island to the water faucet.

Still no cups.

"I'm sorry, Satoru." You mumbled rummaging through the cabinets for any utensil, till you finally found a mixing bowl. You filled it with water, slightly shy of the brim, and placed it in front of him, as he found a seat on the island stool, "Here."

There was no way he'd drink that much water but it was better than waiting for him to ask for another fill. He was visibly shocked by your choice but never commented on it. "Thanks,"

Fifty minutes in, and you were already contemplating ditching the party.

Naoya had passed out on the counter almost immediately after he chugged all that water. You decided to just wait in the kitchen. It's not like he could bother you anymore.

It was a good party. Well organized. Great food. But, mainlining tequila was just not your thing. Especially, not on a school night. There was nothing left for you to taste anymore, nor could you find your friends.

Sure, Satoru's house was huge but not seeing a single person you knew for fifty minutes straight was messing your mood up.

You waited, looking over your phone for any sign of life from your friends.

Maybe if you bombarded them with messages, they'll answer.

It was kind of frustrating how you were the only one left alone.

You typed out a final message in the group chat, deciding if no one replied this time, you'd just go back home.

Five more minutes.

You grabbed your drink and decided to wait by the pool. The disappointment was getting to you, and the room felt suffocating.

Maybe today was not a good day.

The clock struck Twelve as your five minutes were over. You scoffed, chugging down your remaining juice and thrashing the cup. "Screw this."

I'm leaving. You sent the message in the group chat.

The lights blacked out as soon as you hit send.

You felt a couple of people gather around you, grabbing your arms and legs as they hoisted you up in the air. You felt as if you were hanging upside down, as blood rushed to your head. The drink you just downed threatened to make a comeback. But, you pertained.

The whole scene was so stupid, you didn't feel an ounce of panic. Just embarrassment.

Of course, you knew who the four idiots carrying you were.

Of course, you guessed by this time that it was a surprise, though not anymore.

You chuckled as they carried you around like a barbeque skewer. You loathed that your hands weren't free so you could hide your face from this very embarrassing public procession.

You were literally swept off your feet. And you had no choice but to go along with it.

Slowly the birthday song began to play, as the lights came back on with each step forward your friends took.

You craned your neck up in  a miserable attempt to look around, only to be met by amused faces.

To your horror, they stopped by the edge of the swimming pool. They hoisted you up further, as they chanted your name as if you were Simba from The Lion King. The crowd applauded.

What is wrong with all these people?

And before you could fight, they dumped you in the pool. You grabbed one of their collars. If you're going down, you're taking them with you.

A blurry cry was all you managed to hear before you and your partner hit the waters.

Your lack of swimming knowledge bloomed in your chest as a terrible fright. The water messed with your eyesight, leaving you the only option to cling to whoever you pulled down with you.

 As soon as your body was in contact with his, you knew it was Suguru.

Maybe he realized that you didn't know how to swim and that you were panicking. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer, you were hugging-- rather you were stuck to him like a koala.

The anxiety messed with your head so much that you didn't even realize that the both of you were way above the water's surface now.

"Hey," He called out in his sweet voice, never once trying to let go of you.

Of course, he could feel you shivering from the shock.

It was you who pulled back. But, your faces remained close.

You didn't know if the unwillingness to let go was yours or his. His mustache had fallen off. Hair drenched, sticking to his forehead.

His face was so close to yours. If you just moved a little further...

"KISS!" Maki shouted, causing you to break away from Suguru suddenly. That girl probably had a microphone fit in her throat.

"Um..." You looked at Suguru, unsure of what to do next.

That sure was awkward.

"Here," He grabbed you by the arm towards the handrail.

"WHAT THE HECK!" You climbed out with a grin plastered across your face.

They were still by the edge, grinning back at you like idiots. Satoru passed you a towel. "If it was a bit too much..."

You began to shake your head in denial, to tell him it was cool, but he looked at you with a funky expression, "I don't care!", and stuck out his tongue at you.

You huffed.

Suguru struck the back of Satoru's head, as he emerged from the pool, "Where's my towel?"

"Who told you to dive in with her?" Satoru shrugged in response. "Let's eat cake, shall we?" He turned to you and the girls, completely ignoring him.

You looked at Suguru with distress.

It was your fault, after all, that he was soaked.

What if he falls sick because of this?

You draped your towel around him. "Can't die right before finals now, can you?"

"Speak for yourself." He looked at you, then your dress, handing the towel back to you. "I have a coat. Drenched, but a coat nonetheless. But, you?"

You tried to revolt, mentioning how he should hold you responsible in some way or the other.

But, gosh, he was so cruel!

He snatched the towel from you, throwing it over your head, he pulled you closer to him by a fraction. "Come to me when you want to go home."

You cut the cake your friends prepared for you. And, soon everyone else resumed their businesses.

You noticed one of the guys standing near Maki. He watched you cut your cake.

And all the while he stood with your group of friends, unmoving. He seemed meek.

You raised your eyebrows at Maki, hoping she'd clear the situation. He was stuck to her, after all.

"Right!" She exclaimed, following your eyes. "Meet Okkotsu. He's Gojo's cousin."

"Hi," He chirped without missing a beat. "Happy birthday!"

"Oh, Hi! Thank you," You replied, trying your best to keep the vibe pleasant. But, something felt off.

 Your gaze shifted back and forth between the two of them, momentarily, before resting on Maki.

You were going to grill the heck out of her tomorrow.

***

Your friends cheered at the top of their lungs as you downed your fourth shot of the night and slammed the glass on the table with a sigh. You were drinking with a purpose and, you were resolute on achieving it.

"Who are you, and what have you done to my roommate?" Nobara exclaimed as her arm flung around your shoulder, and her other cradled your face in a side hug. Yuuji, your classmate, looked slightly concerned but never commented on it, and Megumi seemed embarrassed just to be seen out and about with the three of you.

From a third person's point of view, it would've seemed like you had been dumped by your one true love, in the cruelest way imaginable to mankind.

But you weren't.

You were just celebrating frickin' New Year's Day with your new friends from college.

And, not to be mistaken, they were great. All three of them. In their different ways.

But nothing can ever replace home, can it?

For the past two days, you four had been out and about, partying.

Diner after diner. Bar after bar.

There's truly nothing more appealing to college students than discounted food.

The countdown for New Year's started, and your phone rang.

It was Maki. "I bet you forgot all about me, right?" She joked, in her usual sassy tone.

"You think, dummy? HAPPY NEW YEARS!" You cheered along with the crowd, while still talking to her. But, she remained silent. "Hey, you there?"

After a few moments of silence, she shrieked, "OH MY GOD! YES, YES!"

"WHAT HAPPENED?" You mirrored her excitement, trying to figure out the reason. "MAKI, SAY SOMETHING!"

"HE PROPOSED!" Her shrieks seemed more muffled this time as if her face was buried, "I'M GETTING MARRIED!"

And that one sentence sobered you up completely.

"OH MY GOD!" Excitement ran through your whole body like a current. "CONGRATULATIONS!"

You were almost jumping. Nobara too. She didn't even know why!

It felt as if you were more exhilarated for her than she was but, of course, that wasn't true. "I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU, MAKI! CONGRATULATION!"

It was a good day, you told yourself.

It was an effing great day!

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It's You and Me (Part 2)

Suguru Geto x Reader

Genres/Warnings: hs!suguru, biker!suguru, fem!reader, academic weapon!reader, mostly fluff and banter, v little angst.

Word Count: 3.3k

When your highschool crush moves across the street from you, there's not much option other than befriending him. Especially, when he's the one suggesting it.

Notes: It's me! I'm back, hello.

(Part 1)

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You had to admit that being around Suguru was easy.

He just had this way of making people around him so comfortable, so heard. And him being a year senior to you came as an additional perk.

He'd help you with your projects and assignments whenever he had the time to spare. His well-polished reputation among teachers at school gave you a free pass to many things you couldn't get, even as the top student of your grade.

He'd introduced you and Maki to his other cool, senior friends, often sitting with you during lunch. Let you know about upcoming events and competitions, grabbing you all the extra credits for the perfect final grade.

Your high school life was passing by like a breeze.

And, if he insisted on helping you to make it easier, who were you to say no?

In turn, you'd treat him with your mom's delicious food all the time. It was a win-win situation for both of you.

Your families--especially your mothers--had grown closer too, they were practically always hanging together, save for the time they went to work. It was like your mom was back in her teenage years with her best friend. And oddly enough, you'd always be reminded of Maki when you saw them.

Everything had progressed into the present so, so naturally, it was almost scary. It had always been an object of your fascination how humans formed bonds with each other so easily and then lived to protect them forever.

"Wait," You placed your fork down in disbelief, "So, you went to school together?"

"We did!" Suguru's mom chuckled at your astonished face. She and Suguru were over for the afternoon, just a small lunch get-together, planned out by your lovely mom. "Sadly, I had to move away after for my final year. My parents wouldn't hear a no."

"That's crazy." You were unsure of how to process the piece of information you were presented. You turned to look at Suguru, who was nonchalantly still indulging in his food. "You knew?"

He looked up from his plate, cocking an eyebrow, "I just assumed they knew each other from somewhere, not that they were already friends. I would've never guessed that one!"

"Right? I mean, what are the chances of moving across your best friend from high school?" You mused.

"Well, It was hardly a coincidence," Your mom chimed in, amused by your antics. "We did keep in touch after she moved away, honey. How old do you think we are? We had emails."

"Yeah, and we had been planning to move back here, sooner or later." Mrs. Geto spoke. "Suguru's eventually leaving for college, so we thought a little change wouldn't hurt."

"And by little, she means 30 more minutes of commute to school every day," Suguru contorted his face playfully at his mother, earning a slap on the shoulder.

"We did ask for your opinion, mister!" She defended herself.

And, so the lunchtime chit-chat continued. But your mind stayed hung up on that one sentence.

Suguru is eventually leaving for college.

He won't forever be your next-door neighbor who helps you with homework and brings you to get takeout with his friends. He won't be at your house for these little luncheons soon enough. And, he won't be around to hang out with you forever, soon enough.

Of course, he would visit when he had time and you could talk on the phone, but you knew things wouldn't be the same once he left for college. He'd have a completely new life there. Would he even want you to be a part of it? Would he call? Would he have any time to think of you, or his friends?

Would you ever see him again, after he moves for college?

As his (secret) admirer, it was a painful realization, but more so as his friend.

A mere, off-handed comment hit you like an arrow, straight to the heart. You didn't even realize how much a single sentence could affect you, until Suguru shook you by the shoulder, jolting you awake from your daydream, "Where are you?" He looked at you with a slightly confused expression, wondering what you were so lost in thought about. "You said the other day you wanted help with your physics assignment?"

You were--evidently-- not used to dealing with a situation like this.

When you realized Suguru was your next-door neighbor, you were repulsed by the idea of it, the first thing. You liked him. Maybe it was even enough to call it a crush but, feelings are scary, man! Constantly seeing him around would only accelerate your feelings for him.

You didn't want that. You couldn't be distracted. You wouldn't let him distract you. And, certainly, you wouldn't become one for him, either.

"I think I told Maki I'd call her." you brushed off his question.

***

"Yes, but now I don't Iike him like that anymore…" you were plopped on your bed, on a call with your one and only.

Suguru had left earlier to meet up with his friends. You'd pass on the offer, saying you had homework to complete, which was partially true.

You turned around to lay on your stomach, head resting against your free hand, ranting like she was your therapist, "I just don't understand why I'm acting this way, Maki"

"Didn't you just say, you don't like him like that? I don't see the problem?" She spoke calmly. She always did.

Even if you cried to her about the most random stuff, she'd always listen to you and never judge you for it. Well maybe, she did judge you a little but that's just what friends are for. "Have you considered the possibility that you're still not completely over him and want him to be around longer?"

You hummed in response, repeating after her. "Umm, I'm not sure where you are trying to go with this, but it's not that."

"I think you're just confused. You used to like him, but now that you actually know him he's not your type, so you're just confused." She finished, emphasizing the last part.

"You sound experienced." You chuckled, trying to get a rise out of her.

And, just as if she could see right through you. She cleared her throat, "We are not doing this again," putting on her sternest voice.

***

"Did you miss the bus?" Suguru inquired as he straddled his bike across the street.

"Looks like it," Your hands shot up with dejection.

What could you do?

Both your parents were off to their offices right before you rushed off to school, yourself. "I swear I was out on time."

"I can't believe I get to witness a sight like this, Ms. Perfect missing her bus to school." Suguru snickered as he got off his bike to walk back inside his garage.

He's been hanging out with Maki too much.

You were already crossing over to his house when he emerged from the garage with a skating helmet. "That won't protect my head from a truck," you chuckle.

"Might protect the truck, who knows?" He shrugged. "Who knew there'd come a time that you'd need a ride? I would've been prepared."

He placed the helmet on your head and buckled it securely before revving up the bike's engine, "Hop on," He patted the seat.

With a sigh you climbed his bike, sitting behind him. Your hands gripped a part of the seat behind you to find some sort of balance.

This was as nerve-wracking as it was new to you. Sitting on a bike.

On Suguru Geto's bike!

"What are we waiting for?" You turned to get a look at his face, which was shielded with a helmet.

"You'll fall off if you sit like that," he commented, pushing his visor down.

"How else am I supposed to sit on a bike, then, Suguru?" You sounded annoyed, as you stole a glance at your wristwatch. You were already late. "I'd be really thankful if you get us to school on time."

"I know, so just hold onto me, or something." He turned around to look at you with his visors still blocking you from getting a look at his face. You couldn't make out from his tone if he was getting annoyed at you, or laughing.

"I'm entrusting you with my life. Is that not enough?"

"Oh my god! Just hold onto me. It's not that deep!"

"Alright!" your hands snaked around his waist, awkwardly unsure of how to be. Sure, you were friends but friends don't get a feel of each others' waists, do they? Do you rest your palm against his abdomen, or do you hold your hands in front of him?

Your mind wreaked as you fidgeted with your hands.

Suguru must've noticed.

He removed his hands from the bike and placed them on yours. He crossed your arms flat around his waist, so you were practically back-hugging him now.

You could feel each and every crevice of his abdomen, and it was messing with your brain. His hand rested on top of yours until he was sure you wouldn't take them off anymore.

You could smell his cologne and his shampoo from how close you were to him. You felt a small laugh vibrate through his body as he revved the engine one last time and finally made his way to school.

You were definitely late.

***

You were completely zoned out when the teacher called your name for the third time.

"I get that it's been a long day. I do, but--" She closed her textbook with a sigh, seeing the drowsy and listless bunch sitting in front of her. "Let's end the class here for today."

And, without missing a beat, the whole class was up and about their businesses for lunch. The teacher shook her head, half in disbelief and half in mirth.

You were packing your stuff to leave as well when the teacher tapped on your desk to get your attention, "Would it be possible for you to drop by the library and get these books for me?" She slid a piece of paper towards you.

Noticing how short the list was, you agreed, "Sure, Ms. Seige. I can drop them off by the end of the lunch break."

You folded the paper, tucked it in your pocket, and bid her goodbye.

You looked at your wristwatch and, noticed that you had a good twenty minutes before lunch began. You could still enjoy with your friends if you quickly dropped off the books in time and rushed to the lunch hall.

Not that fifty minutes for a lunch break was a short time, but you hadn't seen any of them all day, except Suguru, of course.

You greeted Shoko with a hug and handed her the piece of paper with the list of books your teacher wanted, along with a few snacks you had picked for her on your way. She had been a huge help to you for most of the year in finding all the books you were asked to gather by your teachers, being the student in charge of the library.

"Who is it this time?" She unfolded the list, flat on the table.

"Ms. Seige. Physics." You dropped your bag by her chair, as you watched her type away on her computer and scribble some things on the list.

"Oh! She's a good one." She turned in her seat and remarked, as she handed you the list.

"That's rare- you praising a teacher," You chuckled.

"She deserves it," She shrugged, turning back to her work. "Do me a favor and, drag Suguru on your way back. He should be somewhere in the back. Let's get lunch together. I'll text the others."

It was flabbergasting and borderline frustrating how Suguru was so effortlessly smart. "Does he ever attend any of his classes?"

"None that I know of."

"Must be nice…" You muttered to yourself, as you wandered off to find him and your books.

***

Suguru was cooped up in a small corner of the library, sitting-- rather leaning the upper half of his body against the bookshelf. From the looks of it, he must've been in that position for a while. Just looking at his stance made you question everything you knew about him.

How was he sitting-- laying, whatever he was doing-- in that position? What about the book captivated him so much, that he was torturing his back like that?

You quickly slipped your phone out and clicked a picture to show the others later. Placing the books on the nearest table, you slowly crept up behind him, mostly to give him a scare, but you were also very much intrigued by his novel's contents.

A little detour and you were practically breathing down his neck. But, the guy still hadn't a clue.

You were able to easily read into his book from where you were standing.

Touch me, tease me. Feel me up.

Two sentences were enough for you to understand what captured Suguru's undivided attention.

"So you were actually into friction, not fiction!" You mock-whispered in his ear, with every intention to give him a jump scare.

And boy, did it work!

Suguru's shoulder, which supported most of his body weight against the bookshelf, slid from the sudden shock. "What the-- OUch!" He was flat on the ground in a matter of seconds. Yet, that didn't stop him from concealing his book at the sight of you. "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

You tried your best to not break into a burst of laughter as you stood straighter, towering above him. "Nothing,"

"Why would you creep up on me like that?" He brushed off his clothes, still trying to tuck away his book. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, all flustered and unmoving. A bright red tinge rose on his neck, face, and ears. He was so red he could qualify as a traffic light.

All you wanted to do was pull out your phone and click another picture, but you decided to spare him the torment. One embarrassing picture in the group chat was enough to rid him of his sleep for a few months. Gojo and Shoko would never let him live this down.

"Oh, come on! Don't act like you wouldn't," You grinned, unable to hold back anymore. You held out your arm towards him, "Be grateful that it was me."

He grabbed your hand as he hoisted himself up. "Did you," he sighed, "read any of it?"

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. One wrong move, and you'd be the first reason Suguru ever let his emotions win.

Your face turned blank, almost mirroring his. But, you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying teasing him. He wouldn't be upset with you if you told him the truth, right?

That just wasn't like Suguru.

Right?

The corners of your lips curled up into a ghost of a smile, as you looked up at him through your lashes, "Touch me, tease me, feel me up?"

His hands immediately flew to his face, covering up any expression,

"Oh my god!" he whined.

You burst into laughter once again at his unexpected timid behavior. "Suguru," You seized his hands away from his face, "That's all I read. I promise."

His lips turned into a sheepish smile, finally looking at you, "This had to stay between us. Forever!" His hands swung side-to-side, and so did yours, holding onto his as he whined.

You drew your hands back, cringing at his coyness. You had never seen him act like that, and it was kind of creepy. You had to admit.

"Ugh," You mindlessly reacted. "Why are you acting like this?"

Before he could respond, Shoko yelled from her desk up front, "Guys, it's been FIFTEEN years! It doesn't take that long to find three books and a guy!"

You rushed to pick up your books at the sound of her voice, but Suguru caught you by your wrist, "I promise I'll bring you to school and back every day. They can't know," He pleaded.

You could tell how serious he was, just by one look at his face, "I won't." You reassured him. You felt slightly disappointed in yourself for teasing him. Just his expression sat like a heavy weight on your chest. You had no idea a little joke would affect him this much. "You don't have to bring me to school every day. It was meant to be a harmless joke, Suguru."

"I know," He stuck his tongue out at you, walking past you and picking up your books. "Let's go."

This bastard.

He was very much aware of the affect he had on you and used it to the best of his advantage. It took you a whole moment to realize that you had been fooled by his stupidly pretty face.

"Suguru!" You followed after him, but he was already dropping off your book with Shoko and running out of the library.

***

"On a school night? Your parents will ambush everyone," Shoko flicked Gojo's forehead, stopping him from stealing her fries.

"But, this would be our last one!" he theatrically caressed his forehead, turning around frantically to persuade everyone. "They're out of town for the weekend, anyways."

"Still, don't you think it's a little short notice?" You blankly stated. But, who were you kidding?

High school kids from your school would sell their souls to attend one Halloween party thrown by THE GOJO SATORU. There was no such thing as "short notice".

You looked at Maki for some sort of sign, and then towards Shoko.

Your eyes didn't dare look in Suguru's direction. You weren't upset with him. Of course not. Yet, you couldn't. He was never one to talk much, unlike Gojo. It was never easy to understand his true feelings.

"You'll come right?" Suguru nudged your shoulder lightly.

"I don't know," You whispered back.

"Please?" He said leaning ever-so-slightly into you. Looking at you the same way you did, in the library, and his head tilted.

Anything Gojo said after that faded into nothingness, as you looked at Suguru's face. Blood rushed through your whole body so furiously, that you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Your face grew uncontrollably hot. Subconsciously, your hands fanned your face and you leaned backward in your seat. That look on his face felt so foreign to you. It was almost like he was playing some sick joke at you.

His smirk grew into a boyish grin. He so knew he could convince you with just a smile. "Hmm?"

You cleared your throat, bringing your focus to your wristwatch. You needed an excuse. Anything. "I have to drop these off," You gathered Ms. Seige's books from the table, as you scrambled to leave.

"I'll go with you-" He began saying, but was cut off by one of his classmates. You were out of earshot but could still make out by the looks of it that she demanded all his attention.

Dissatisfaction greeted with you a warm hug at the sight of him talking to the girl. You hated feeling this way. Why should someone else get to control how you feel? As disappointed as you felt, you didn't let it get to your head. You didn't look back at the group for a second time.

Sure, he could have other friends or girlfriends.

It was none of your business.

Suguru was just a friend to you.

And that's all he'll ever be.

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It's You and Me (Part 1)

Geto Suguru x Reader

Genres/Warnings: nothing really, reader is Suguru's junior. fem!reader, academic weapon!reader (bc i'm not^^) hs!geto. Mostly fluff and banter. Not proofread.

Word Count: 1.5k

Notes: hello again! I'm still unsure if i should make a whole series out of this or just drabbles, or maybe... nothing more, even though i kinda have a story line in mind. Please let me know if you liked this one and would like more parts to this fic. im also sorry for not making regular updates. (Reviews, critics anything<3) I hope you like and enjoy this one!!<33

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"Yeah, Mom, I'm getting off from school. Just text me whatever you need." You end the call with your mother.

Maki, who stood a couple of lockers away from you and happened to be listening to the conversation, cocked her eyebrow at you. "More housewarming parties?"

You chuckled at how well she knew your mom as you gathered your belongings from your locker and shoved them in your backpack. "I guess. She loves being a good host. Would you mind a little detour to the market?"

"Not at all." She closes your locker for you. "We can get the décor stuff for the presentation too."

"Nice!"

***

"Mom," you called out as you and Maki hauled all the groceries to the kitchen counters. 

"In here," she called out from the living room. 

"Maybe the guests are over already," Maki shrugged.

"But we just got here with the food? Aren't they supposed to be here for dinner?" You asked sheepishly. 

Maki gave you a sarcastic upturned smile. "How am I supposed to know that?"

"You're back! And Maki's here too!" Your mom appeared from the hallways, greeting Maki with a hug the first thing.

It didn't even faze you at this point just how smitten your mom had become with her. And it was endearing too, not that you'd ever admit it out loud. 

You clear your throat to get your mom's attention, "Excuse me, you two..." only to earn laughs from both of them. 

"You're such a silly girl." She took the other bag from your hand, plopping it on the counter. "Anyways, you should go greet our new neighbors. You too, Maki. They have a son around you guys' age. Take him upstairs with you. Poor kid's bored out of his mind sitting there." 

Immediately, Maki's eyes met with yours as you shrugged.

"Go on, now."  Your mom motioned towards the door as the two of you made a beeline outside. 

"New neighbor, huh? Finally, some action in your life, Miss Prude." Maki nudged you, fake-wiping a tear from her eye. "Guess you won't need me around anymore."

"God, Maki! You're so overdramatic," was all you could manage to say, as all your words died in your mouth.

THIS HAD TO BE SOME SICK JOKE.

Suguru Geto. The smartest and most popular guy in your senior school. The Suguru Geto was hunched over the love seat in your living room, visibly bored out of his mind.

You decided that it was for the best for you to ignore his presence in the room for the time being and greet his parents first. You bowed in greeting as you wished them, and so did Maki. That seemed to have grabbed Suguru's attention: "Hey, I've seen you guys in school. I think..." His voice trailed out as he tried to remember where he'd seen you from.

His eyes fixed on both you and Maki, hoping that your presence would gratify his curiosity.

Maki did, as you mentally facepalmed yourself for going blank. Briefly introducing the both of you, she elbowed you in the side to join in on the conversation. But you didn't know what to say, especially to him.

"I have a lot of books. Do you want to check them out?" you blurted. He liked to read, right? You've seen him practically living in the school library. You were supposed to hang out with him after all, right?

"Sure," he says, seeing it as his only chance to escape from the room of boring adult talks, as he follows you and Maki to your room. It was almost as if your body had gone into auto-pilot mode; you were moving without having to think—or rather, your brain was clouded with Suguru's presence, and you couldn't think.

All of it felt wrong. He wasn't supposed to be in your home, let alone your room. And, even though Maki was there too, it didn't help the blaring alarms going off in your brain.

"This is it," your hand gestured at the book shelf filled with books, top to bottom. 

Suguru let out a small chuckle. "I think we have very different ideas of 'a lot of books'." He plopped down on your study chair, while Maki snickered and made herself comfortable on your bed. 

"What do you mean?" You sat beside Maki, turning your head from her to Suguru, trying to find out the object of their amusement. "What is it?" You looked at her sheepishly. 

Maki turns your head towards her, squishing your face in her palms with a look of jest and something motherly. "He likes reading novels, not text books, honey."

"Oh!" you exclaimed, feeling very stupid. How were you supposed to know that he liked fiction? It's not like you ever crept up on him to get a peek at his paperback. "I'm sure I can find some novels for you too! You could've just said so." You sprung up from your place and walked towards your book shelf to find one. You were determined to find a book for him now.

"What genre do you like?" You said, knowing full well you might not even have something close to it.

"Nevermind. I don't feel like reading in the first place; I just wanted to get away from the parents. No  offense." He swung around in your chair. "What else have you got?" 

And something in your brain shifted. He looked so comfortable in your house. It was astonishing. Truly. While you racked your brain trying to adjust to his presence, he looked like he had always belonged there, swinging so freely in your chair. As if you had known each other for a very long time.

For a moment, you forgot about Maki's presence, drowning in his beauty. His eyes, lips. his hair, falling perfectly into place. His voice. It was like he was hand-sculpted with so much care. Until you were brought back to your reality by an elbow to your side. "You should give that a rest unless you want to puncture a hole in me," you pouted at her, rubbing your side to ease the pain.

She, in turn, snickered at you, "What are you so lost in thought about?"

Suguru Geto!

Wasn't it obvious? But, you were kinda thankful that neither of them noticed. "Dinner should be ready by now, right? I'm starving!" You exclaimed, trying to change the topic as fast as you could, dragging Maki by her hand and cocking your head at Suguru, "Let's go."

"You can't just ignore my question like that, you-" her words were cut short by your hand on her ringing phone, "Someone's calling," You swung it near her face in haste.

"Just you and your luck." She whispered to you and gave you her signature scowl before answering her phone.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" You tried making small talk while Maki was busy on the phone, trying your best to not have Suguru notice your tiny, little crush on him. That had to be why you had been acting so strange since you got home, completely zoned out and clueless.

"Bad news, I gotta go" She stuffed her phone back in her jeans.

"No! Why?" You frowned. "Dinner's just ready."

"I know, but I think it's urgent." She rushed back upstairs to grab her bag. "I'll have to call a rain check on the project today, sorry."

"Don't worry about the project. Is everything okay?" You call after her, but she'd already disappeared out of your sight, "I'll ask Mom to pack her some food."

You rush to your mom to explain everything to her, while she packs Maki's portion of the dinner for her. "It's going to get cold by the time she'll eat it" She sighed.

"Go safely!" You hand Maki her dinner, seeing her off like a military wife. "I wish you could stay longer."

"Who's being dramatic now, huh?" She shook her head with laughter at your antics.

You were just glad you could make her laugh. "I'll call you later!" You called after her as you watched her leave, to which she turned around to wave at you.

***

Soon enough dinner was over too and the guests were beginning to leave.

You were now much more comfortable in Suguru's presence. More than you'd like to admit. And, you didn't completely hate the thought of it. He could be a good guy, after all.

You wondered how the rest of your school year would be, now that you'd practically befriended the School's ace, the most sought after guy, as you and your family walked the Geto's to the driveway.

While the parents bid good nights to each other, Suguru quietly popped up beside you, "I'm looking forward to seeing you more often, neighbor." Before running ahead to catch up with his parents, turning back slightly to get a final glimpse of you.

It's going to be a long year.

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Into each life, some rain must fall.

Geto Suguru x Reader

Genres/Warnings: angst, the reader is in the same grade as GJ, GT & SK, and was injured very badly on a mission, slight(?) hints of depression and anxeity, after the village arc, reader is (kinda) introduced to Mimiko and Nanako, not proofread

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: this is just a very random idea that popped up in my head and, i wrote it in a haze. hopefully, you enjoy it<3

(P.S. english is not my first language and this is also my first fic ever, so i apologize for any mistakes beforehand!)

____ Two days.

That’s all it took to turn your world into a shamble. Two days were all it took to turn your life into a complete mess.

The whole Jujutsu community had been shaken to shambles in the past two days. Everyone was stunned, unable to fathom how such an incident could've occurred. That too, at the hands of one of their own. The higher-ups were left dumbfounded like anyone else but still chose to feign indifference.

It hit you like a ginormous wave, demolishing everyone and everything in its path—a wave you could only hope to have been a nightmare.

But it wasn't.

Shoko sat beside your bed, holding your hand with both of hers. You realized something was wrong the moment you saw her face. The cool-and-stoic Shoko looked upset for the very first time. You knew she was preparing what to say to you, choosing the best possible words to break the news.

"What's wrong?" You breathed before she could even say anything. Shoko sighed, her eyes falling back on your injury-laden body.

"Tell me, Shoko. I can see it all over your face." You tried sitting up straighter to see her face better, but the gash running through the majority of your torso set your whole body on fire with every little movement. To no avail, you were forced to lay on your side, limp and ailing.

"Don't move!" Shoko's eyes widened as she jolted to your aid. She helped you adjust yourself. She fell back into her chair as you grunted in pain, getting used to the shift in your posture. You could see her hands clenched in tight fists, her nails cutting crescents through the palm of her hand.

"It's…Suguru," she began. "The mission Suguru was sent on recently—they're saying he has massacred the whole village. He summoned his curses and massacred a hundred people. He's been sentenced to death by the higher-ups, but they can't find him anywhere…"

Shoko's words began losing meaning. She was still telling you about what happened, but her words seemed to blur together; you couldn't understand anything anymore.

Suguru wouldn't do such a thing, right? He would never hurt a soul.

Shoko must've noticed the distress settling on your face. Her hand rested gently on your shoulder, drawing you out of your thoughts. "I think if we are able to talk to him, things might clear up. We still don't know for sure what happened in that village."

You remembered how just two days ago he sat in Shoko's seat. Late at night, he quietly popped up at your door with a copy of your favorite book. You sleepily listened to him go on about his very "mundane" day and then read you to sleep. He must've left shortly after you fell asleep, for you woke with only a tiny note stuck to the book he left behind for you: "I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer."

That's when it dawned on you that Suguru had, knowingly or unknowingly, let you in on his plans before he went A.W.O.L. To you, what felt like a silly little, maybe even a little exaggerated, story of his recent missions was actually what his whole world was like in the past few months.

He was miserable. All alone.

And none of you could see it.

Nothing in the world seemed to matter anymore. You felt bile burning up in your throat. The weight sat heavy on your chest as you doubled over, gasping for more air. You had to see him. You needed to meet him.

"Have they been looking for him?" You manage to croak out.

Shoko stroked your back, trying to ease up whatever pain you felt, however little she could. "Gojo's been trying to find him before the higher-ups' do." Her voice was shallower and heavier, as if she was barely able to keep her emotions in check.

Everyone had already made up their minds about Suguru. They weren't looking for their student anymore. They didn't care about a kid they'd let astray. They never had. Suguru would only be made one of the two things if they found him; a criminal or a scrapegoat.

Much later at night, when everything was quieter, you snuck out of your room. Your wound barely hurt anymore since you found out about Suguru. Surely it wasn't anything that could compare to what he was going through, right?

Quietly, you slung your bag over your shoulders and made your way out of the institute. You couldn't leave even a slight chance of someone following you to Suguru, though you weren't sure he'd want to see you either. But you at least had to try.

Behind the Tokyo Institute of Jujutsu Tech, a tiny shack stood abandoned at the foot of the mountain. A local legend-- often the topic of many conversations among people, but it was never actually discovered until you and Suguru stumbled upon it by accident during a regular inspection. The seclusion of the shack made for a perfect, peaceful hideout. For the two of you, it was the perfect getaway. If he wanted you to find him, he'd be there.

And you were right. The lights in the shack were visible now that you were up close. You stood at the end of the makeshift entryway of the shack, trying to gather up the courage to finally face him. Your hands were clammy, no matter how much you wiped them against your side. You breathed in for a final time before knocking on the door.

It opened almost immediately, as if it were waiting for your arrival.

Suguru stood at the door. Disheveled and anticipating. He had been waiting for you. He grabbed your hand to pull you in and locked the door behind him. His breathing had obviously hitched as he whispered your name, almost as if he were reminiscing about the taste of your name. "I thought you'd... I wanted to see you one last time. I didn't know if you'd actually come."

His fingers laced with yours as the two of you stood stuck to the floor, unmoving. Both of you felt this insane amount of uncertainty. Sure, you had held hands with Suguru before, but it was always platonic. It was different—the way he held your hand this time. It was almost as if he wasn't sure of what to do next.

Was this how it went? Were you still his friend?

"Suguru," you began. "It's not true—what they're saying—is it? They're just trying to frame you for it. Right?" Your brows furrowed together as you looked at him, waiting for him to deny everything. For him to tell you that he was being wronged. That he was being framed.

But Suguru stood speechless. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His grip on your hand loosened as his head dropped.

You felt confused and betrayed by his silence. It surged through you like a pain you had never felt before—your wound seemed like a mere scratch in comparison. But you couldn't let it show on your face. Not until you hear his explanation. "Suguru." You reached for his hand this time, holding it with a firmer grip. "Can you at least tell me what happened?"

And just like that, something visibly shifted in him. It was like a newfound trust that perhaps you wouldn't condemn him that much. Maybe—just maybe—you would understand why he did what he did. That you would comprehend his actions and why he did them. Suguru bent over, your body barely holding his as his knees gave out.

"I am just so tired of this life," he sobbed. His shoulder shuddered under your touch. "I'm so sick of living like this."

You braced his shoulders, trying to console him. "It's not too late yet, Suguru." You weren't thinking straight. You didn't even completely know what you were talking about. It only mattered that Suguru was breaking down in front of your eyes, and you couldn't do anything to hold him together.

"It's not too late to return yet." You pulled away slightly to finally look at his face. "Hmm?"

Suguru shook his head in disagreement. "I can't go back. Not after I... I did it. It is all true what they're saying. I'm a monster."

You felt the air knock out of your lungs at his confession. Now that you heard it from him, the realization finally sank in. Suguru had massacred hundreds of people.

There was no going back.

"Oh, Suguru," You choked on your words, not that you had any left. "What have you? No! I'm sure we can find a way. Gojo can. Right? He's the strongest." Your face twisted in fear and something else you couldn't quite pin.

Suguru called your name, pulling you out of your thought train. He was much calmer now, as if he knew nothing more could be done. The realization had set in for him too. "I can't go back anymore."

He stood up, pulling you along with him, and guided you carefully to the back of the shack. He lifted the room divider open just a little to reveal a glimpse of two little girls curled up against each other on the dusty couch. "I won't. Those people were monsters, no less than me."

You let out a gasp at the scene before you as he drew the curtain close again. "They're just kids. Like we were. Like they once were. So why did they have to live like that? What fault did they have?" He was barely keeping his voice even.

Your mind was sending you into a spiral. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. You swiftly made your way towards the front of the shack, where your bag lay, abandoned. Suguru followed after you, calling your name. Prying open the zipper, you pulled out some canned food, grabbing them in his hands.

"What are you doing?" He called after you, worry lacing his tone as he watched you pick up your empty bag, ready to leave.

"I need some time... to think, Suguru." You tried to keep your voice as unreadable as possible. How would he feel if you sounded terrified, repulsed, or anything at all? "I'll come by- I... Would I be able to see you again?" You stopped to look at him one last time, hoping he'd stop you. Hoping he'd ask you to stay just a little while longer.

He was hesitant. "I'm not sure." He looked as if he were stopping himself from holding onto you too. He'd be too selfish if he did that, right?

"Take care, Suguru." You whispered, choking back your tears and putting on your straightest face. Suguru only watched as you left, unmoving and unspoken. You'd just be a threat to him if you stayed, right?

No matter how close you were to him, he was still a criminal.

And you, a sorcerer.

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Do you mind giving me some kdrama recommendations? I think they’re neat but haven’t watched enough of them~🌸

HI, Sorry that I didn’t see this earlier, but here are a few K-dramas that you might like.^^