mylktii

[mylktii]

older boyfriend!gojo, who never planned to fall for you—you’re young, beautiful, full of hopes and dreams that aren’t coated in sorcery and blood. you’re a breath of fresh air, a bit of fun—until you fall asleep on his chest and it all comes crashing down on him that this is something that he wants.

older boyfriend!gojo who never leaves you alone after that. showing up outside after your college classes are done with a pretty gift bag with the price tag torn off and a charming smile on his face despite the many eyes on him.

“hi, gorgeous,” he says, “need a ride?”

older boyfriend!gojo who leaves little notes in your textbooks and backpack. ridiculous doodles of him with heart eyes and a message along the lines of, "if you were a fruit you'd be a fineapple” that make you melt or cringe.

older boyfriend!gojo who’s mysterious about his job. he texts you complaints about the workload with selfies of him with a massive pout and crudely drawn tears rolling down his cheeks and gifs of cute animals with captions of i miss you.

“i’m a teacher,” he says. “i work with troubled youth.”

he looks as if he’s about to burst into laughter, but he says it in a way that leaves no room for more questions, even though it’s strange a teacher like that goes on work trips so often. he likes the way your eyes beam up at him as if it’s something to be respected and admired. it fuels his ego.

older boyfriend!gojo who misuses gen z terms just because he can. he’s a millennial!

“that was cunt,” he says.

“but satoru,” your lips tug into a frown, “the kid fell off his bike…”

“cunty!”

[mylktii]

"would you die for me?"

"hmmm," gojo taps his chin with an easy going smile, "nah."

there's a twinkle in his eyes when he sees your scowl. with your eyebrows knitting together, you ask, "really?"

"yeah, really." he takes a pause to observe you once more, smile inching wider and wider. "there's nothing that could possibly kill me."

"but if there was-"

"nothing!" he interrupts, throwing his hands up dramatically. "seriously, babe, we've been over this. i'm untouchable."

you reach out and poke him on his cheek, feeling the warm skin underneath the pad of your finger. you cross your arms and fix him with an unimpressed stare. gojo deflates like a balloon.

"that's cheating."

"not the point, satoru..."

he pouts, and drags you in by the waist until you stumble into his lap, arms coming to lace around his neck.

"hypotheticals are fun, but i'm a lot more literal," he hums, nuzzling his face into your neck. "i wouldn't die for you, because nothing can kill me. and if nothing can kill me, nothing can hurt you. and if anything tries, it won't be a problem for very long."

"you're such a drama queen,” you huff, but the smile creeps up on you anyway.

"i think you mean handsome, powerful, and charming!"