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[p-u-r-p-l-e-y]

Speak Up

not denying the "girlfriend" assumption (pre-relationship)

<3 incl: gojo, toji, sukuna, geto, choso, nanami, ino.

conts: crack, fluff.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

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FAWKKKKK SO ADORABLE

non-federal holidays meant nothing to nanami kento.

most of them just conveniently landed on weekends anyway—he didn’t even get the luxury of a day off. but this one was proving harder to ignore.

especially when you may or may not have accidentally hyped it up to your daughter.

"happy birthday, papa!" she beamed, patting nanami’s thigh with tiny, enthusiastic hands. her face practically glowed with excitement.

you let out a soft, guilty laugh as nanami glanced over at you, half amused, half bewildered.

still, nanami said nothing, just crouched down to put on his shoes—he’d been called in to work again, "holiday" or not. and, despite the impending schedule, he scooped her up with practiced ease, holding her close.

your daughter’s words tumbled out in excited chaos. she clung to him with all the joy in the world, her little fingers finding his sleeves, his shoulders, and finally cupping his cheeks like she was holding the most precious thing on earth.

"papa's day means we have big cake!" she declared. "and we go get your gift and—"

nanami blinked, startled. it clicked.

you did tell her earlier, “it’s papa’s day today,” hoping to gently introduce her to the idea of father’s day. apparently, that translated to: birthday.

his heart cracked a little as he realized the misunderstanding. he softened his voice. “sweetheart… i’m so sorry. it’s not papa’s birthday.”

she stopped mid-sentence, her brows pulling together, trying to process his words.

you stepped in, brushing her hair back softly as you rubbed her back. “it’s father’s day, baby,” you whispered in her ear. “you tell papa thank you for being your papa.”

a moment passed. then her expression lit up with understanding. she turned, wrapped her little arms tightly around nanami’s neck, and whispered, “thank you for being the best papa in the world.”

she nestled into his shoulder, holding him like she never wanted to let go.

“i’m sorry it’s not your birthday, papa,” she mumbled into his collar. “maybe next time?”

nanami’s chest shook with quiet laughter as he held her tighter, his eyes meeting yours over her shoulder. they softened.

he reached out one arm toward you, the unspoken invitation impossible to resist.

you stepped into it, the three of you fitting together like a habit.

and in that moment, nanami decided—maybe this was a holiday worth staying for.

after all, who was he to say no to being celebrated by the two people he loved most?

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gojo satoru was spoiled, sure. but he wasn’t used to being cared for.

he had people who answered to him. people who revered him, feared him, respected him. his clan, his school, his students. everything he wanted, he could have. everything he needed, someone got for him.

but then there was you.

you, who didn’t flinch when he joked too loudly or smiled too wide. you, who didn’t tiptoe around his legacy like it was made of glass. you, who leaned into him instead of away, who called him “satoru” like he was just a man, not the strongest.

and when you touched him, it wasn’t reverent or worshipful or like you owed him anything. it was simple. kind. natural.

like reaching to fix his collar on a windy morning.

like putting his favorite tea on the stove before he even asked.

like dragging him to bed when he passed out on the couch, glasses skewed, mouth slightly open.

“come on,” you’d mutter, soft but firm, “sleep properly, sato.”

and he’d blink up at you, half-lidded and drowsy, and feel something sweet settle in his chest.

you didn’t do these things because he asked. you didn’t do them because he was gojo satoru. you just… cared.

it rattled something in him.

once, you made him lunch and packed it for him in a neat little box. he opened it during a break at jujutsu tech, laughing at a text from you about something dumb his students did.

inside, there was his favorite food. a little sticky note with a doodle. a stupid pun you’d written.

don’t fight anyone on an empty stomach!!

he sat there, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, and just stared.

he thought about how no one had ever done that before. not like this. not with that silly, mindless affection. not because they wanted to make his day better.

and that night, when he came home, he found you on the couch in your pajamas, phone in hand, hair messy from the way you curled up against the cushions.

he walked over without saying a word, dropped to his knees in front of you, and laid his head in your lap.

you blinked down at him. “…long day?”

he nodded, face pressed against your stomach, arms winding around your waist.

“thank you,” he mumbled.

you snorted. “for what?”

he didn’t answer. just closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your laundry detergent, your skin, your home.

he’d always had everything he could ask for. but until you, he didn’t know what it meant to be loved for nothing. for free.

and god, did it make him want to give you the world.

tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ i love satoru 😔

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the name drops are insane 😭 she really could’ve left them out but no, she needed them to know

Clingy pt3 (bad end)

You move on and they suffer.

CW: breaking up, dating someone new, begging and crying men, angst

If you want pure hurt/no comfort this is your end. If you need comfort (like me) then there will be one more!

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idk how old they were but geto’s is crazy to me. wdym you’re mad I didn’t leave your children home alone

Clingy pt2

They feel the distance and don't like it a bit.

CW: hurt no comfort, breaking up/ distancing, a lot of excuses and begging

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@dihydromorphinone

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@borntoexplore11-blog

@samstrav

@humeysaga

@miizuzu

@sylusbiceps

@starlightanyaaa

@i2s2m

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@yourmomcallsmedelulu

@entr4p3

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you wouldn’t get texts back to back if you just told y/n you were busy 🤗🔪

Clingy (pt 1)

They snap at you when you reach out.

CW: angst, hurt no comfort, they're mean :(

let me know if you think any are forgivable, im plotting how to destroy them dw

sorry im feeling extra evil

[p-u-r-p-l-e-y]

wait am I dumb or is the title a play on “can we have sex”

Can We Save Hex

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, please have an age in bio when interacting, jjk x gn!reader, explicit, what's the colour of the jjk men's tips?, down bad reader, some mutual pining

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Geto

an - sugu my beloved

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watch your backs, jjk men, watch your backs…

♯ FUCK THOSE FEELINGS .ᐟ

SMAU: the jjk! men disregarding your feelings… probably definitely ooc (standard tag), jealousy, toxicity, manipulation, gaslighting, profanity, self-doubt, canon character death mention in toji’s, slightly suggestive language, modern! ex fiancé sukuna, angst.

ft. g. satoru, g. suguru, k. nanami, h. higuruma, k. choso, i. takuma, t. fushiguro & r. sukuna. || smau m.list

note. this one is the worst of them all… it’s so bad i’m literally cringing. i’m definitely suffering from smau blindness. pls ignore if there r mistakes… i’m tired rn n it’s late. also someone send nanami help to get rid of my cramps, ty.

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©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 !

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it’s audacious not to just ask for y/n back after treating her like this, but to offer FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?? MESSING AROUND?? THAT’S what you came to her messages with??? “now this… this’ll really get her back… 😏” and you only offer a relationship after she rejects your sad crumbs?? SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP LEAVE HER ALONEEEEEEE.

the first part enraged me. she wasn’t even possessive or trying to change their casual relationship, she was directly addressing their disrespect and THEY DON’T GET IT. EVEN NOW. you’re casual with literally every other girl you’re talking to but Y/N is the one who’s a secret??? why are you so ashamed to be associated with her?! YOU’RE LITERALLY A HOE AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT, WHY IS BEING SEEN WITH Y/N TOO FAR?!?!

“yes y/n, leave your boyfriend who treats you well and gives you everything I could never and would never want to give you 🌀👄🌀 that is a reasonable, smart choice that anyone in your position would make…”

HOW CASUAL? (2)

part 1

they try to establish a fwb with you after messing up. they’re too late anyway. (insp by this ask)

incl: gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, toji

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bbg idk if you meant to do this but white is #FFFFFF, so 6 F’s. the #FFFFF with five is actually a neon yellow 😭

Can We Save Hex

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, please have an age in bio when interacting, jjk x gn!reader, explicit, what's the colour of the jjk men's tips?, down bad reader, some mutual pining

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Geto

an - sugu my beloved

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choso and yuji 😭 when you’re trying to wing man but bro is determined to fail 💔

JJK SMAU - asking for a friend !

[Situation] --- The JJK men want to know if you're single! But they're just, y'know, asking for a friend...

Cast--- Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji x [f!reader]

Tags--- ✓SFW except Toji's (suggestive♥)✓, pre-relationship, oblivious reader, crack, fluff

Notes--- Sukuna just being Sukuna cause I can't imagine him asking for a friend lol

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they’re all so cute-

Something is going on and they question you

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, and special guest… Suguru !!

Synopsis: They start to question you’re secretiveness but something else is going on

pt. 1 - pt. 2

the inverse of this smau

my smau masterlists one and two

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

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yes… get suspicious… yes…

Something is going on and they question you

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, and special guest… Suguru !!

Synopsis: They start to question you’re secretiveness but something else is going on

pt. 1 - pt. 2

the inverse of this smau

my smau masterlists one and two

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

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and then they killed naoya and lived happily ever after! 🫶

tell me i'm not in the blue

best friends to lovers with teen gojo (she fell first, he fell harder)

part 1, part 2

warnings: naoya being a bitchass, our girl's a little depressed at the beginning

a/n: the first six slides happen around the same time, the rest are like snapshots at different points in time (8 + 9 are the same conversation). yes i kind of brushed over the drama in the last chapter but this is primarily a best friends to lovers so 🤫

tags:@justmare @the0nlytheo @floquis @kissprincess @haloyesme @satorupied @raicecakes-and-buldak @devilpeqch @perqbeth @miizuzu @afro-hispwriter @mindaysha @whozeurdaddy @k-sv @ninikrumbs @ihrtmack @bellsoftheball @iii6lf @dysphoricsanity @idontwannatalkrn1 @n1cqle @ijustwannagobacktosleep @i2s2m @aervera @ilybbg @strawberrychita @han11dh @v1x3n @jurrasicpork @straows @sexylexy12 @uziwork @asahipoopoo @miscellaneous-misty @nishloves @kazohxh44 @numblytemporary @cvntybrat @arrozyfrijoles23 @muli-wam @mvcg-oo @erenspersonalwh0re @trsh-kitty @nienieeeeeeee @btsgangleader @dazzlingstarlight23 @lovleybride @mariajuana14 @lilastimeee @viaaasdiary

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he’s so stupid 💔

i'm not wasting my feelings on you

best friends to lovers with teen gojo (she fell first, he fell harder)

part 1 , part 3

warnings: naoya being gross af (allusions to consanguineous marriage), reader spiralling

a/n: the group chat is gojo's pov, the texts to shoko and naoya are reader's pov, slide 11 + 12 are happening around similar times, just after 4-10 and the last one is after a while (i won't be focusing too hard on that part of the story, but i'm keeping that as canon to some extent) - part 3 will be fluffier i swear

tags: @justmare @the0nlytheo @floquis @kissprincess @haloyesme @satorupied @raicecakes-and-buldak @devilpeqch @perqbeth @miizuzu @afro-hispwriter @mindaysha @whozeurdaddy @k-sv @ninikrumbs @ihrtmack @bellsoftheball @iii6lf @dysphoricsanity @idontwannatalkrn1 @n1cqle @ijustwannagobacktosleep @i2s2m @aervera @ilybbg @strawberrychita @han11dh @v1x3n @jurrasicpork @straows @sexylexy12 @uziwork @asahipoopoo @miscellaneous-misty @nishloves @kazohxh44

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you’re right, gojo, he IS a bit of a dud! 🤗

you drive me crazy

best friends to lovers with teen gojo (she fell first, he fell harder)

part 2, part 3

warnings: he's super dense and a bit of a dick towards the end but doesn't realise

a/n: slide 3+4 are the same conversation, 5+6 are the same and so are 9+10, and there WILL be a second part

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a man that yearns is a man that earns. give gojo his girl right now, LET ME IN THEREEEEE

coupled up!

previously on... | currently airing: episode six | episode guide

you've got a text! looks like you're about to spend your summer on everyone's favorite trashy reality dating show searching for love (...or that cash prize at the end) will a certain pretty (annoying) blue-eyed boy catch your attention? or perhaps his dark-haired best friend? it seems this villa has a few bombshells in store too!

pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Choso x Reader

content: MDNI, fluff and light angst, fem reader!, she's a little bitchy but we love her anyway, gojo is down BAD, lots of kissing, reader is emotionally constipated, sweet sweet gojo trying so hard, naoya hate, teasing and flirting, messy reality tv drama, loosely inspired by love island and other dating shows

creds: gorgeous art by @baobei-bu and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

You had seen a grown man pout more times in the past twenty-four hours than you had in probably your entire life.

Bottom lip pushed-out, big puppy dog eyes blinking at you, wounded to watch the hand on your thigh and the words hesitating on your lips. It didn't go away even after you pulled away from Suguru, staying in place when you awkwardly excused yourself, sliding your drink back across the counter before starting back for the bedroom.

You didn't want to talk to Gojo. Not when you weren't sure if his mind had been changed already, or if Suguru had just put the last nail in the coffin.

Still, you couldn't help but spare a glance back over your shoulder.

He was watching you walk away.

A soft glow to his skin and his shirt hanging loose off his broad shoulders, muscles tense and rigid as he clenched his jaw.

Was it Suguru he was upset with? Or you?

Really, did it even matter?

You'd be sleeping alone tonight anyway.

Yuki was in the bathroom while you washed your face and brushed your teeth, outfit exchanged for loose pajamas.

"You alright?" She asked, reaching over to fix where your hair had gotten tangled in the mic pack.

"Yeah, fine," You mumbled before thanking her awkwardly. Honestly, you were being a little too rough with the makeup remover wipes, your skin feeling raw by the time you scrubbed off the last of it.

Manami would still be sharing a bed with Suguru, surely smug about it. Would it be like last night where they were on opposite ends? Would you wake up to see Gojo tangled in the sheets with Shoko too?

It wasn't a big deal.

Weren't you meant to explore connections here? Supposed to get to know different people?

So why the hell did you feel like shit crawling into the bed? Curled up and pretending to sleep as the rest of them slowly filtered in, listening to Shoko talk to Utahime about the restaurant they went to, how nice the view was and how good the drinks were.

Naoya beat Yuki to bed this time, wrapped up in all the blankets on it just to be a dick, leaving maybe four inches for her to squeeze in.

You thought she was going to grab one of the blankets and shove it down his throat when he laughed at her arguing with him about it.

It wasn't until you overheard Manami snickering that you got out of bed.

Instead of picking another fight, you grabbed Yuki's wrist while she was still pointing a finger at Naoya and calling him an asshole to tug her back.

"Come on, let's just go outside," You yawned, letting her go to grab the blanket from your bed and an extra pillow.

You'd rather sleep with the bugs than be in the same room with all of them cuddled up in bed together.

"I hate that fucking prick," She grumbled, following you out and slamming the door to the bedroom behind you, Naoya's annoying chuckle still ringing out from inside.

"Who do you think you'd want to recouple with?" You asked as she grabbed the pillow to carry something.

"Literally anyone else," She grumbled.

You didn't blame her.

If it were up to you, you weren't sure who you'd even pick. Gojo would be the easiest, and honestly, the idea of anyone else with him kinda of made your stomach churn, but you couldn't get his expression earlier out of your head.

You passed by him in the hall, holding your breath even when he offered you a forced smile. His hair was down, damp strands sticking to his face, probably fresh from a shower. His mic wasn't on, but he opened his mouth anyway, clearly wanting to say something but deciding against it when his gaze briefly switched to Yuki then back to you and the blanket against your chest.

His lips twitched down, hurt again somehow, but you hurried by him before you could make it worse.

"Do you like him?" Yuki asked once you were back outside, amused at how hard four words made you bite your lip.

"I don't know."

It was probably the most honest you'd been with anyone since you showed up. Including yourself.

The daybed you ended up on hurt your back a little, having to readjust and roll around, but Yuki passed out after just a few minutes, softly snoring on the other end.

It was dumb. But part of you kind of hoped that maybe Gojo would've convinced someone from production to put his mic pack back on and follow you out. Insist on sleeping with you even if you'd be sharing it with Yuki too.

He didn't.

You woke up first again, going through the motions of crawling out from under the blankets with a sore back, still tired while you grabbed the mic pack and belt off the table you left it on last night. Birds were chirping, the early morning sun creeping up in a cloudless sky as you padded back over to the side entrance.

It felt like breaking and entering when you pushed open the door to the bedroom a couple minutes later to get a change of clothes, slowly peeking through before stepping in. Manami's leg was thrown over Suguru's but he was facing away from her, eyes still shut.

Gojo though?

He was laying on the next bed over like he was terrified to even touch Shoko.

Clearly uncomfortable, arms folded against his own chest, face scrunched up even in his sleep like he was having a nightmare.

Idiot. A cute idiot, but still.

You tiptoed over, glancing around to make sure you didn't wake anyone else up before squatting down next to him and poking his arm hard enough to make him stir.

He grumbled, recoiling at first, but he cracked his eyes open after a second poke, squinting and scowling until he realized it was you, his features almost immediately softening.

"Am I dreaming?" He murmured, voice syrupy and thick.

"Have you dreamed about me?" You whispered, a hint of a smile forming.

"My whole life," He flirted.

God, even half-asleep him was cheesy.

You stood up, letting him drift back to his dreams while you walked over to your suitcase, unzipping it as quietly as possible and digging out some comfier clothes since today was supposed to be a lighter filming day. Just a tank top and some cotton shorts, walking back out to where a production assistant was waiting to scold you for talking to Gojo without being mic'd up right.

They waited for you outside the bathroom while you got dressed, immediately fixing the mic belt and necklace with a huff, frowning and reminding you again that today you were supposed to not engage or discuss any drama (and to stay ten feet away from Manami at all times) so you could focus on whatever self-care you needed to get done instead.

It was awkward to eat breakfast by yourself, just nibbling on some toast that left a million crumbs everywhere, returning to the dressing room where all your makeup was to start going through the checklist of face masks and painting nails, mumbling hellos to the other girls when they eventually joined you.

The villa was unfortunately still excruciatingly boring without Gojo's company. Especially when your brain was still stuck on him.

You weren't sure what annoyed you more. Him or yourself for wanting to talk to him.

The most you caught of him were glimpses from across the villa, mic pack off and swimming laps in the pool, coming up for air and running his fingers through his wet hair.

The sunlight felt like a paid actor. Highlighting all the water droplets dripping down his skin, over his sharp collarbones and defined chest, watching him get out and grab a towel to dry his face while you stayed at the way his black swim trunks hung loose on his hips, happy trail on full display.

Seriously, who could blame you for looking?

You still turned your head before he could notice your stare, walking over to sit at the countertop he'd caught you at last night, a few sheets of blank paper and pens waiting at it for you to write requests for groceries.

There was a creak, a heavy presence next to you as someone slid into the next seat over, but you didn't look.

"Are you mad at me?" Gojo muttered, so quietly you almost couldn't hear him. Talking under his breath to not get caught. As if he was the one that did something wrong. It wasn't like you had, but the tension was still there, the guilt over it.

You didn't turn, but you tapped your paper to draw his attention down. Scribbling no instead of shaking your head. Underneath it, you scrawled the same question back to him. Underneath the counter, his palm slid up your thigh, squeezing hard.

You supposed that was a no too.

He pretended nothing happened. Brows furrowed together in focus while he snagged his own piece of paper and started trying to make his own list after you crumpled the one with your notes to him up and tossed it in the trash can.

Gojo tried to peek over your shoulder at every food you added, like he was trying to memorize what you liked.

That didn't last long before someone from production once again showed up to separate the two of you.

What were the chances someone would end up digging through the trash for the paper you threw away? Or would it get buried under other stuff before they rolled back the cameras to notice?

The rest of the day was better. Barely.

At least you knew he didn't hate you. Didn't even hold it against you.

Suguru, either, judging by the way you heard them laughing at something together.

Did that make it worse?

Were you just some competition to them? A trophy to win? You guessed they were just tight knit enough that you would never be able to come between them. Although that wasn't much better either.

Maybe you'd be better off with someone like Nanami.

Although, you really weren't sure how you felt about marriage.

And you doubted he was the type who'd want to waste his time with you if you weren't on the same page, didn't have the same goals.

He still held open the door for you though when you walked back into the bedroom that night, murmuring sweet dreams under his breath in that same brusque tone he used for everything else.

Yuki took the bed back, so you slept in yours, pretending not to care who was staring when you climbed under the covers. Acting like it didn't make a difference to you what set of eyes it was.

But a not-so-small sliver of you was starting to think you were only fooling yourself.

And as absurd as it was, you could feel that tiny seed of a crush taking root in your chest.

You wanted to rip it out.

But no, it was still there the next morning, daring to sprout before you could stomp on it.

Gojo was waiting beside your bed for you, a ridiculous number pancakes dripping with syrup stacked on a plate while he whispered your name.

"Morning, sleepy beauty," He murmured before you even opened your eyes. "Wanna come eat with me?"

You yawned, nodding slowly before you could think about it.

Gojo wasn't just a slippery slope. He was snow and you were sinking in. Soft and slow, inch by inch with his admittedly sweet gestures and pretty puppy eyes.

He had to hold out his arm for you to pull yourself up, body still aching from the shitty sleep you were getting by being somewhere new. If you were back home, you probably wouldn't have changed out of your pajamas. But you forced yourself to throw on a bikini and coverup and semi-fix your hair as fast as you could, slipping sunglasses on to cover up the exhausted rings under your eyes while Gojo waited outside the door for you.

You leaned against him while you got mic'd up this time, resting your head on your shoulder, distracted by thinking about how much you shouldn't be doing that.

Trying to convince yourself it was just the environment. That time was fucked here and every day felt more a week. That he was just your best option.

Like logic had ever won out in your life before.

You ended up following him outside to the same spot you were at two days ago, sitting cross-legged and readjusting your bikini strap just for Gojo to realize he forgot any utensils.

"Shit, sorry, be back," He muttered, embarrassed and blushing as he half-sprinted to the kitchen.

But before he could make it back, Yuki showed up in the world's tiniest bikini, sliding into the seat beside you and tearing off a piece of the pancake to pop in her mouth.

"These are good," She commented, smiling at you and tossing back her hair. "You make 'em?"

"No, uh, Gojo did," You admitted, glancing back in his direction just to catch him stopping a few feet away, awkward and stuff with forks in hand.

"Should I have grabbed extra?" He hesitated.

"Nah, I'll leave you lovebirds alone," She waved, pushing off the couch to stand but not before ripping off another bite. "But if you're feeling generous tomorrow morning, maybe make me some. We all know Naoya won't."

Gojo laughed, relaxing a little once she starting walking off, taking the seat across from you and passing you a fork first.

Eating off the same plate was weird for someone you were still trying to think of as a friend. Exchanging casual questions, forcing yourself to go through the whole how was the date thing to satisfy production and try not to look like you were contemplating gagging on the food when he ranted about how surprisingly fun it was to hang out with Shoko, how chill she was.

"Missed you though," He finished, licking the syrup off his fork and leaning over like he might lick your face too.

You didn't move.

Curiosity, you told yourself, just to see what he'd do.

But he chickened out last second, a nervous grin quirking up and excitement still rippling through him as he dropped his fork to touch you thigh instead, acting like he saw a bug just for the excuse to let his palm linger.

"Did you miss me?"

He always found a question you didn't want to answer.

"It was less entertaining without you around," You shrugged, eating the last bite of the pancake he left for you, as if he hadn't cleared three quarters of the rest himself.

"Looked like you were having fun with Suguru," He replied.

"You wish it was you?" You asked, not exactly denying it either.

"You know I do," He breathed.

"Are you, like, okay with him trying to pursue stuff with me?" You awkwardly phrased it, unsure how to ask how the hell he was just cool with his best friend hitting on you?

"I'd rather you talk to him now and choose me at the end than to not give him a chance and wonder what if you had," He answered easily, much more mature than you'd been giving him credit for.

"Oh," You blinked. "That's actually very adult of you."

"Don't get me wrong," He chuckled, tracing a little heart on your thigh where Suguru's hand had been the night before last. "I still thought about punching him when I saw him touching you like that."

His streak of possessiveness only watered that stupid seed. The edge of his nail grazed over your skin, and you were pretty sure you'd feel the phantom of it the rest of the day.

"But, we've still gotta get to know each other, right?" Gojo echoed what you'd said to him before, and it felt less scary this time.

Not quite so intimidating.

Sunbathing and talking a little about your lives, listening to him yap about his company and his favorite shows, redirecting the conversation back to him every time he hit a touchy subject for you. Which was kind of a lot. Past relationships, work, your living situation.

But it didn't take long for you to get interrupted. The time you hoped to have cut short again.

Between him and Suguru getting drawn into some long chat, and then both of them having to do confessionals afterwards, you ended up just playing some drinking game with Yuki to distract yourself for a couple hours, the sun creeping down from its peak already as the morning melted into the afternoon.

The fruity cocktails were warm in your stomach, the sun heating up your skin as you started to get comfortable here. Maybe you already made an enemy out of Manami and sure, you'd given a guy a handjob that all your friends had probably seen by now, but you'd finally found some foothold.

Tethered by not just spite, but anticipation.

"Fuck, marry, kill," She giggled, gesturing towards where dumb and dumber were walking out, Gojo fidgeting with the necklace thing his mic was attached to while they talked. Nanami was near them, making drinks for Utahime and Shoko.

You had no clue where Naoya or Manami were - and couldn't really give a shit about it either.

"No judgment?" You raised an eyebrow, looking between the three guys in your eye line before looking back at her.

"Maybe a little bit," She teased.

"I guess I'd kill Nanami," You groaned, already feeling bad about saying it. Your reason was simple though, he was the kind of guy who had a 401k and stocks and shit like that. You didn't even have a job right now.

You were a mess he wouldn't wanna get his hands dirty with.

"Fuck Suguru, maybe?" You hesitated to continue, mulling over it like it was actually going to happen. "I mean, he definitely knows what he's doing."

"Yeah?" Yuki laughed again, covering her mouth so no one else looked over. "Guess we know who that leaves."

"Shut up," You mumbled, feeling your face heat up and almost wishing it was a sunburn.

"Hope I'm not interrupting," A cheeky voice called out, a hand ruffling your hair as he tried to slide in beside you. There wasn't really enough room though, so he ended up practically sitting on you.

"We were just talking about you," Yuki grinned.

"My favorite subject," He smiled back, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

Suguru had one of those phones in his hand, something someone from production must've left out or slipped him.

"Hey guys, I got a text," He called out, holding up the phone with a mildly amused smirk. He snuck a glance over at you while Nanami came over with the other girls, one corner of his lips curving up higher.

You didn't pull away when Gojo pulled you closer.

It took a few minutes for your two least favorite people to join, Naoya's hair a little mused. For someone who called you a whore, you were pretty sure it was a hickey you spotted on Manami's neck, barely hidden under the collar of her shirt.

Suguru read through a criminally cheesy message instructing you all to get ready for a new challenge, and you physically cringed when it finished with pucker up and you realized you'd probably end up kissing or being kissed.

You might puke in Naoya's mouth if that was the case.

"You excited?" Gojo murmured in your ear.

"Not particularly," You replied under your breath, shooting a wary glance at Naoya's shitty dye job before sighing. "Are you?"

"If it means I get to kiss you."

Did he just have a bunch of quippy remarks saved and ready to equip at any given time to disarm you?

Or were you a fool overthinking it even after you spent the next two hours getting ready with the rest of the girls, putting on makeup and nibbling at the snacks Gojo brought up to the dressing room.

Still seeing his eyes when you were trying to put fake lashes on your own, brows stuck in a permanent furrow until you brushed your teeth and put on candy-flavored lip gloss.

Gojo would like it, at least.

Production had already set up the challenge in the backyard by the time everyone came back out, chairs set up on one side and pre-marked spots set out in the grass among all the decorations. A big scoreboard was posted between the two, a dry erase marker waiting to be used and a card stuck to it.

You half tuned it out when Utahime volunteered herself to read it. Until you noticed the table with blindfolds and headphones laid out and waiting and you pieced together what was happening when the girls started walking over to grab them.

But then you were reluctantly doing the same and taking your spot, the begrudgingly putting on the blindfold and headphones.

Soft fabric covered your eyes and thick headphones blocked any sound from reaching your ears. You felt vulnerable.

You hated this.

Unable to see. Unable to hear.

Fiddling with your dress while you waited for the first contender. The last one in the lineup.

Really, you just fucking hoped everyone else had been tested and got a clean STD panel too.

The rules were simple enough for a kindergartner to get it. All you had to stand there and wait to get kissed. Then after the signal, you'd rate it and guess who it was from. Really making sure you all exchanged spit.

The first guy was obvious. You'd already kissed him before.

The polite hand on your back, slow and drawn out with just a hint of tongue. It was good, but it wasn't like it left you needing to fuck his brains out or anything.

After it was over, the rang a bell loud enough to barely cut through the headphones so you could all take them off.

You gave Nanami a seven. And a half.

The next one was fucking awful.

Wet and sloppy, a tongue being shoved in your mouth like he was trying to choke you with it, hands grabbing you like he'd never been told no before.

So Naoya.

You only wished you could've seen his face when you gave him a two. And really, you'd only given him those points just in case it was somehow Gojo and you completely miscalculated.

The nerves had started to set in, palms getting clammy by the time someone grabbed you softly. Fingers tracing over your arm first, your chin being tilted back slowly, whoever it was taking his time before his lips found yours.

It was, in one word, sensual.

What you exchanged with a lover. Not some hook-up or fling. But deep and raw and intense, hanging onto the heat in it as you found yourself wrapping your wrists around his neck to let him dip you back lower.

You were breathless by the time he pulled away.

But you knew it wasn't Gojo. No, there was something too pointed to it, too deliberate, the way the kiss took its time, the patience in it.

Still, you ended up admitting it was a nine. And that you thought it was Suguru.

"Really?" Yuki hummed to your left. "I thought that was Gojo."

"I don't think he's had his turn yet," You added.

You heard Utahime groan that he better only kiss her cheek down the line and Yuki laughed. But then the stupid bell rang, and you were chewing on your cheek putting the noise-cancelling headphones back on.

And okay, maybe you were a little intrigued over the prospect of him kissing you.

If you knew Gojo, you knew he'd certainly make it count. And hopefully be your favorite one tonight.

But with two senses down, the seconds stretched out far longer than they should and what felt like four minutes had passed by with nothing happening. Right when you were tempted to take the headphones off, a rough hand grabbed your waist, a calloused palm cupping your cheek right before starving lips crashed into yours.

You were caught off-guard, mouth opening just for him to suck on your lower lip, teeth grazing at the skin as if he wanted a bite if you.

The kiss reminded you of-

Holy shit.

One whiff of his cologne, and everything clicked. The cool metal of a ring on your skin, the claiming grip of his fingers sinking into your side. Gojo's hands were soft, gentle. Not these.

You knew these fingers. Knew the lips on yours better than your own.

How fucking dare he?

You pushed him back, pulling down the headphones and ripping off the blindfold to confirm precisely what you suspected. Sukuna.

The newest bombshell was your ex-boyfriend.

"Miss me?"

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