COME BACK GOJO

COME BACK GOJO

why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.

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cowboy gojo please save me

suna gets a call from your coworkers one night that you're drunk and passed out after a work event, and he runs all the way to the bar to come and pick you up. he shows up a questionably short time later in his rumpled ejp track suit, his hair a mess, and with stars in his eyes. he looks as though he went racing out the door the moment he got the apologetic phone call (because he did.)

your coworkers are flustered when rintarou arrives—this tall, handsome, professional athlete who they've never seen before—shooting each other wide-eyed looks as this mystery man gently pries you up out of the booth you're slumped in and into his arms. they're all left blushing when he bows (as best he can with his arms wrapped around you) and thanks them so politely for calling him to come and get you.

he carries you the whole way home with a big, silly smile stretching from ear to ear while he watches your sleeping face. it's a dopey grin that if you were conscious to see you'd probably bully him about.

but after all this time, he finally got to meet your coworkers—and even though you're going to be mortified in the morning, and would never have allowed it were you sober enough to intervene, he couldn't be more pleased about it.