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“𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧”

╰┈➤ 𝓑𝓮𝓮✧.*

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦. 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐝!! 𝐚𝐫𝐭 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥💕

・❥・ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 ˚ ༘♡

Gojo Satoru will never be yours.

It’s a well known fact around the campus that he won’t be anyone’s devoted lover. He’s only looking to enjoy his youth like any young person would do. But when he’s talking to you in that low, sweet tone you can’t help but get a little flustered. When he’s kissing you so passionately and holding you so gently you can’t help but melt.

This was a problem. You can’t ruin this. When you first started this you said it’d only be a casual thing. He thanked God when he met you. He thought you were what he was looking for and to this day he still thinks it now. He wanted to explore and not be held down and that’s what you wanted too until somehow you started to like him. Usually you’d be the first to leave. As soon as you get up you’d take a shower change your clothes and leave without a word. Today (and for the past month or two) you find yourself lingering.

You stare at his sleeping face and you started to wonder if his fangirls were really exaggerating when they talked about him looking God sent. That arrogant smile was nowhere to be seen and he looked peaceful. A sight many girls would kill to see but you were the lucky one. Though Gojo would disagree and say he was the lucky one for having you. You bring your hand up to his cheek your finger brushing over his lips wondering if you should really get up and leave yet. If you did you’d miss this sight even if you would get to see it the next morning and if you stayed up long enough probably at night too.

“What are you doing?” His voice was a bit deeper and you could hear the sleepiness in his voice. It made you want to stay even longer. His eyes slowly opened and he blinked a bit to get adjusted to the light. “Just go back to sleep.” You instructed as you rubbed his cheek with ur thumb. He rolled his eyes before closing them again. This affection you have for him could ruin this- the peaceful mornings where you get to see his sleeping face. The conversations you have from time to time where he makes corny jokes and you laugh at them. Not because they’re funny but because they’re so unfunny it’s just hilarious. And the times where you sleep together. Whatever you were feeling for him could never be said. After he drifted off to sleep again you realized this was the most peaceful you’ve been in a long time and it only aided to your conclusion that you shouldn’t say anything because even if you did Gojo Satoru will never be yours. It’d only ruin what you have. You can’t ruin this.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

“Just let me take care of you.”

It was an odd thing to hear since you’re always used to taking care of other people but you didn’t have any choice but to accept. You were drowning in debt and if you thought that you were going to be able to pay it back without help then you were an idiot. You had met Nanami completely by accident. You just so happened to be in the bar that night and vented to a man who was probably 10 years older than you. You proceeded to give him your number as you drunkenly accepted his proposal to pay all your debt obviously not in your right mind but of course he found you amusing and took you seriously. Now here you were after months of going back and forth with him. He finally got you in his grasps. After being lured in by the expensive gifts and lovely nicknames that have you a taste of what life would be like with him you finally accepted his invitation to come to his house to make things official.

“You look so pretty, my love.” He pressed a chaste kiss on your hand while maintaining eye contact with you. You were sat down in his lap as he leaned back on his couch that probably costed way more than it looked. All this affection was nice but if you had to be honest it made you a bit bashful. “Thank you.” You said almost as if you were in a daze. He chuckled and you swore you melted right there. He was like a dream. This whole situation was like a dream and if it was you prayed that you didn’t wake up from it. “Sign the paper.” He leaned forward grabbing the pen off the clear coffee table in front of you then placing it in the palm of your hand. Instinctively you grab it and look at the paper a bit unsure about whether or not you should sign it. “It’s not a slave contract.” He joked trying to ease your uncertainty, “You’re free to do as you please just keep your promise and I’ll take care of you.” He had only one demand. That demand was for you to not fall for him and you had promised a few weeks ago that if you had made things official then you wouldn’t fall for him. It was a simple demand, really. A demand very easy to fulfill. You hesitated for a moment but you eventually signed the paper. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead not wanting to push you too much.

“You won’t regret it.”

୨⎯ “𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬”⎯୧

Relationships are something you’ve never been able to be in for long. It’s not like you didn’t want them to work, you just couldn’t get them too. Something would happen that’s not big enough to break up over but not small enough to ignore. Like always you’d bring it up and then they’d dismiss you telling you that you’re overreacting. A very common occurrence in all your relationships and it usually led to you breaking up with your partner because if there’s one thing you hated it was being overlooked and your feelings being invalidated. You always told yourself that you’d never let any man walk all over you because you grew up watching it happen to your mom but here you were looking just like her.

Getou was your longest relationship. You had been with him for four years and you truly loved him and you felt like nothing could change that. There were things that bothered you here and there but you were willing to work them out like now. “I’m not saying that. I just want you to listen to me a bit more. I’m starting to think you don’t even like me. You spend all your time with them and when you come home you’re too tired for me.” Getou had recently been spending loads of time with his little friend group he’d made at this new job he’d gotten. They were always dragging him to this place and to that place. It’s not like he hadn’t invited you to these outings because he did and sometimes you’d go but he’d basically ignore you the whole time you were there so naturally you stopped going. Plus you wanted to spend time with him and him alone, not him and his friends. You wanted to be all lovey dovey without him pulling away because his friends would tease him. “That’s not true.” He denied and your lips curled down into a small frown. It was ironic because he had just denied spending time with you, insisted on going to sleep, and was now preparing for bed. “I’ve just been tired from work.” He gave you a short chaste kiss on your lips and placed his big hand on the small of your back rubbing little circles. It was something he’d do when you were overwhelmed and it used to be so comforting before he started using it to get you to drop your argument. “It’s late. Let's go to bed and talk about this in the morning, hm?” He hummed. The way his voice lowered to a much softer tone than before would’ve made you lie down with him but the problem was you’d never talk about this in the morning. You’d wake up and look over and the side of his bed would be messy with him nowhere to be seen. “Getou. You aren’t listening. Again.” You said sternly and he frowned. He looked disappointed and God did it break your heart to see that look on his face.

“I just want us to be together more. I can’t keep acting like it doesn’t bother me that we don’t spend any time with each other because it does. Look, I know you want to spend time with your friends but please. Please make time for me.” You furrowed your brows at his reaction. You swore you saw him roll his eyes. He let out a long tired sigh. “You’re really complaining over something so small?” He said it as more of a statement than a question but it rang in your ears and it hurt more each time you replayed it in your head. “I thought we'd already gotten over this.” He scoffed, slowly letting go of you and stepping back a little. His actions weren’t unnoticed by you and it hurt a little thinking about it. You wanted to take back what you said. You regretted it but there was no way you could just take it back now. Why would you anyway? It wouldn’t resolve anything and you wanted this relationship to work and if he broke up with you for trying to make it work then so be it. “It may be small to you but it’s not small to me. I miss you and you’re right here. Can’t you see that’s a problem?” Your voice was laced with desperation. It was pathetic, really, that you would probably have to beg him to hang out with you. His face scrunched up and he scoffed before turning on his heels and heading towards the closet. Your face scrunched up because you knew what he was doing. It was something he’d picked up recently (probably from his friends). He’d run. “Getou, that's not fair. You don’t just get to leave every time I try to talk to you.” He continued packing a small bag and you followed him around the house eventually ending up in the living room where he was gathered his stuff, watching as he placed it carefully in his bag. “Getou!” You said a little louder than usual and he didn’t bother to even look at you. He just grabbed his bag, put his shoes and a shift on, and headed for the door. “Getou if you leave this time then we’re done.” A small tinge of guilt started to eat you up as he looked at you in disbelief. “If you want to be like that- .” He cut himself off and left slamming the door behind him. It wasn’t the last time you were going to see him. Maybe if you apologized he’d come back but a part of you didn’t want him too. You tried to talk to him and he walked out on you. Wasn’t that clear enough that he didn’t care?

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚˚ ༘♡ ⋆

Gojo Satoru is not an insecure man. He’s never questioned or doubted himself about how capable he was at getting things (and people) he wanted. He never overthinks about anything other than the next place he should hang out with his best friend Suguru. He barely had any troubles besides his grades and his annoying exes bothering him and the other girls he hung around but even then he never really paid much attention to it until you came along.

Suguru had always talked about a friend he had met while he was overseas and Gojo finally had the pleasure of meeting you when you had moved to Tokyo because you loved traveling places and had decided to stay there for a while because you had decided to go to college there. Of course Gojo couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with a foreigner so he immediately started hitting on you and trying to take you out but there was one thing he didn’t think about. The possibility that you’d reject him. It was a shock to him that someone would reject him. Of course he wasn’t phased by it and continued trying to court you thinking you were playing hard to get but when you showed up to your next hang out with who you called your ‘boyfriend’ it crushed his ego. He was CLEARLY better than him. He looked better, dressed better, had more money, and despite not having the best grades he was sure that he was smarter than him too. At first he thought this was a joke until on your birthday when him and Suguru came to celebrate he saw your eyes filled with love looking at the guy who’d bought you a pair of shoes that were two sizes smaller than your actual size. It baffled him. How could you settle for someone who didn’t even know something as simple as your shoe size? He had known everything about you a few months after meeting you and yet this idiot didn’t know your shoe size after a year of you two dating. That’s when he really started thinking what was so wrong with him that you wouldn’t even think about looking at him the way you looked at your so called boyfriend. Was it because of how many girls he hung around? Was it because he was too cocky? Was it because he didn’t spend enough money on you? Was it because he was always going to parties? Was it because he smoked? Or maybe it was because he was too clingy? He just couldn’t find out what was so bad about him that you’d settle for that brainless idiot instead of him.

He tried to hang around less girls. He tried to speak more humbly. He stopped going to a whole bunch of parties. He stopped smoking and he even stopped clinging onto you so much but nothing seemed to work. You still didn’t look his way. Why? He seriously wanted to know. He felt like he couldn’t live without knowing so one day after getting a teensy bit drunk he showed up at your house late at night. You had helped him inside and as he was lazily laying on your couch listening to his own heart race as you brought him water. After a few minutes of awkwardly staring at you and fidgeting with anything that was near him he decided to bring it up. “Why him? What’s wrong with me?” He slurred and the look on your face as he talked was a surprised one. “What?” You raised a brow, a little pout formed on your face like when he’d teased you about saying cringy things to your boyfriend that he so desperately wished you had said to him. “What’s so good about him? I’m better than him. I could treat you wayyyyy better than he can.” If it weren’t for your current situation you’d probably find it funny how he dragged out and slurred his words. You sighed as you realized what this was about. Gojo would never remember it but every time he got drunk he’d say the same things to you. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ Or ‘What’s so good about him’ then go to talking crap about your boyfriend. “You’re drunk. I don’t want to have this conversation with you. Especially not when you’re drunk.” He furrowed his brows before sitting up on the couch.

He looked serious. Well- as serious as a drunk person could look. He ran his long fingers through his hair. It was so frustrating. “Why won’t you answer? Y/n, I want you.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him making you close enough to smell his breath. The smell of alcohol hit your nose and it immediately crinkled. “I have a boyfriend Satoru.” You pulled away from him and it really only added to his frustration. Why wasn’t it him? Why wasn’t it him that you chose to give your heart to? Why wasn’t it that him that you went on dates with? Why wasn’t it him that you spent most of your time with? You always dodged the questions he asked whenever he brung them up and even though he could barely tell where he was right now and whether he was dreaming or if it was reality it still hurt him to see you reject him like this.

He frowned as he heard the last word leave your lips. “I could be your boyfriend.” He mutters as you just sigh. You wouldn’t lie and say you felt nothing for Gojo. He was attractive and he did give you a lot of attention but you had a boyfriend and you loved him. You felt bad. Not for rejecting him but because it seemed to genuinely hurt him every time you rejected him. He was your friend and you truly didn’t want to hurt him but the fact was that you’d never accept his confessions. “You should really get some sleep and so should I. I have work tomorrow.” He looked like a hurt puppy as he laid down on your couch while you put a blanket over him. “Goodnight Satoru.”

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࿐ྂ𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The first time it started was in your junior year of high school. Satoru had finally transferred from his prestigious private school to regular old public school. He had finally convinced his very strict parents to let him go to that school. Why? Because he wanted to be closer to you- even though you couldn’t tell now.

You and Gojo Satoru had grown up together. You two were always attached at the hip despite coming from completely different families. He was well off and would never have to work a day in his life while your parents were almost drowning in bills and you’d probably be the same when you got older. His parents were outgoing and extremely extroverted while yours were more reserved and introverted. He had a big family and always had people at his house while your family is small and you barely talked to most of them. Despite things being so different between the two of you he welcomed you and his family did too. They adored you and so did Satoru. He spent most of his time taking you places and spoiling you. He showered you with gifts and even though you rejected them at first because of how pricey they were you eventually relented and accepted them after his annoying begging. Plus you secretly liked the gifts and attention he gave you but you’d never tell him that since he was already arrogant enough.

Satoru did anything and everything to make you do nothing but smile and laugh even if it meant embarrassing himself a little. Like that one time when you were little and you were crying about your spilled ice cream and he had smeared ice cream all over his face. Or the other time in your freshman year in high school when you had found out your parents were divorcing and he made corny jokes all day until you cracked a smile. And the last time was in the beginning of junior high when you thought you two were growing apart and he spent loads of money at a carnival that had just opened up where he had won you many stuffed animals that looked similar to the ones you had at home but of course you gladly accepted them because who would reject plushies?

You laid on your bed playing with the ears of your new bunny plushie that Satoru had won for you a few weeks ago. It was the afternoon and he still hadn’t called or texted so you decided to call him first (for the first time in a long time) to remind him of the ‘date’ you two had in a few hours that he had planned yesterday to make up for missing so much time with you. The phone rang once. Then twice. Then a third time. It was odd because Satoru always picked up on the first ring whenever you did call but you brushed it off thinking he might be busy. After a few rings just as you were about to hang up he had finally picked up and with a hushed voice he let out a simple ‘Hello’ in a dry, annoyed tone. You didn’t miss the hint of annoyance in his tone and it kind of hurt. Satoru would never talk to you like that even when he was in a bad mood but even though you felt a little disturbed by it you brushed it off. “Hey! Just wanted to remind you of our little ‘date’ tonight since I thought you might’ve forgotten.” You said a little too happily hoping he wouldn’t tease you for how excited you sounded to hang out with him. He let out a little sigh as if he had really forgotten. It almost made you glad that you had called because God knows what would happen if you didn’t. “Sorry y/n, I’m gonna be busy later. Let’s reschedule. I’ll even get you that new game you’ve been talking about.” It barely sounded like he was sorry. It was a very rushed apology and you could tell why when you heard a girl voice in the background saying his name like it was the best name in the world.

Thats when you realized that you should’ve known that he was going to cancel just like all the times before he took you on that ‘date’ to the carnival. It wasn’t a real date anyway so you didn’t have any right to be mad because even after you innocently held hands, shared a first kiss together, and even shared a night together you will still just ‘friends’ but you couldn’t help it. Before you could stop yourself in a very bitter and annoyed tone came out an “are you serious?” You really didn’t intend to say that. It really just slipped out but after months of him dodging you it was bound to get frustrating and something was bound to come out “You said that we’d spend the day together. No distractions. You can’t just buy stuff for me all the time and think it’ll make up for it.” You let out a scoff and it sounded like he let out a ‘tch’ before he sighed which only made you angrier. “You’re overreacting. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. It’s just a hangout. We can do it later.” Your heart ached as you heard his words and it only added salt to your already deep wound. “Fine.”

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