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JJK Men Getting Jealous

Feat. Gojo and Megumi

CW: Random guys being creeps, harassment, attempted kidnapping (or so he thinks), reader has female pronouns and anatomy, light swearing

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Gojo Satoru

The two of you were enjoying your date at the park when Gojo received a phone call. Normally, he would have ignored it, but you forced him to, telling that he needs to take care of his responsibilities. After all, you loved Satoru as he was, but the man needed to grow up a little.

Stepping away, he turned his back and answered the phone, immediately trying to weasel his way out of whatever assignment he was needed on.

Meanwhile, you were seated on a bench and scrolling through your phone when a street photographer approached you.

"Excuse me?" A young man was looking at you hopefully as he held up his camera.

"I'm a street photographer, and well, when I noticed you sitting here I just knew I had to capture your stunning looks for my portfolio. So would it be okay if I took your picture?"

Flattered, but a little uncertain, you replied.

"Well, thank you, but actually I'm just waiting for my boyfriend-"

He cut you off.

"Oh don't worry! This will only take a second!"

Stepping up to you, he reached out and brushed your hair back with his fingers.

"What-what are you doing?" You ask nervously, leaning away from his touch.

"Just brushing your hair back from your face! Can't have it covering those stunning features of yours now can we darling?"

He winked cheekily.

Finally finished with his call (he had managed to dump the assignment onto the three first years), Gojo turned around, ready to bask in your presence and affection.

Instead he witnessed an unfamiliar man moving his hands to your chest brushing off your shirt and smoothing the fabric.

Pausing, he took a moment to try and comprehend what he was seeing.

Then he saw you flinch and swat his hands away.

He was by your side in an instant.

"Please stop." You said firmly. "My boyfriend-"

"Is right here!"

Gojo interjected cheerfully, swinging an arm around your shoulders and using his other arm to push the photographer away as he sat next to you.

"Why don't you take a picture of me and my girlfriend?"

He suggested menacingly, looking at the man over his glasses.

"After all, don't you think we make an absolutely stunning couple?"

Needless to say, the photographer snapped a couple quick pictures of the two of you before speeding away.

"Thanks 'Toru."

You said, sighing in relief once the man was finally out of sight.

"No problem! After all, he was touching my boobies."

To emphasize what he was saying, he turned and buried his head in your chest.

He peeked up at you with puppy eyes.

"These are all mine, right?"

"Of course babe."

You laughed, and stroked his hair.

"They're all yours."

Megumi Fushiguro

While the two of you were shopping with Nobara and Yuji, you saw something that interested you and you wandered off.

Noticing that you were missing, Megumi split off from the others, and went to search for you.

Finally finding you, he couldn't help but to smile a little, because you were just so damn cute.

You were happily wandering around a manga store quietly humming to yourself as you browsed.

Moving to join you, he was shocked when a guy around the same age as you guys snuck up behind you and put you into a chokehold.

Were you getting kidnapped in front of him? He was speeding up, ready to give the guy a beatdown he wouldn't soon forget, when you flipped the guy over your shoulder.

The guy twisted gracefully midair to avoid being slammed on his back, and landed smoothly on his feet in front of you. You shot your arm up, ready to strike, but the guy easily caught your wrist.

"I told you to stop using that move, it's too predictable."

The guy said, shaking his head at you.

Pausing, you looked up at the guys face for the first time.

"TAKESHI?!"

You shrieked his name, and launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You big dummy! What was that for?! You scared the shit out of me! But never mind that, I missed you! What's going on? Why are you here?!"

Laughing he spun you around.

"Whoa. Slow down. I missed you too idiot. I missed my sparring partner and was just checking to make sure that you were keeping up with your training!"

He batted his eyes innocently as he set you on your feet.

"After all, my mom would kill me if I left her beloved unofficial daughter unable to defend herself in the big city! What if you got mugged?!"

Unable to suppress your smile you pinched his cheek.

"You just did that because you wanted to scare me. Jerk."

"Aw, you know you love me."

"Ahem."

You both turned to find your unimpressed boyfriend staring at the two of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

Striding over to you, Megumi wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, giving the other guy an once over.

"I'm Fushiguro Megumi. Her boyfriend. Who are you?"

Takeshi gave you a fake wounded look.

"What? But I'M her boyfriend!"

Blinking at him, Megumi frowned.

"What?"

Stepping out of Megumi's grasp, you walked over to Takeshi and cuffed him over the head.

"STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'M DATING THAT YOU ARE MY BOYFRIEND!!"

"BUT I AM!!"

"YOU ARE LITERALLY GAY!"

"AND!?"

"AND YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND OF YOUR OWN!!"

Poor Megumi just stood there in shock. After the two of you worked it out with a quick wrestling match (you won) and stopped screaming at each other. You and this "Takeshi" explained that you were childhood best friends, and that Takeshi was just a jerk who liked to mess with your love life.

Needless to say, Megumi spent the rest of the day pouting, and needed lots of reassurance cuddles that he was way better than Takeshi, and you would never leave him for him.

"You would never leave me for him, right?"

"Of, course baby. He's just a friend. I love you so much more than him."

"But you love him a little bit?!"

"GUMI. HE IS LITERALLY GAY AND HAS A BOYFRIEND."

Thanks for reading! Should I make a part two with Toge and Yuji? Let me know!!

update: he is now throwing up as well because he found and ate half of a rotten pumpkin

i would like everyone to meet my dog.

this is ajax! he purposefully ate suspicious mushrooms from someone's yard to get jungle diarrhea (for the third time this year) so that i would feed him "sick dog food" which is chicken and rice for a week.

i swear. i've been cooking for this dog more than I have been for myself over the last couple days...

Hello! i hope you're doing fine :D

May i request: #6 with bubblegum pink?

— maybe.. Yuuji got paired with Reader for a mission and he got hurt, then when the Reader is about to help him.. Itadori realizes there is a flower blooming on the Reader's skin at same spot as his wound is located.

(that's just what came up on my mind when i read the plot haha! sorry for my bad English.)

— p.s ; i love your works! please take your time, and take care~ ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎🌷͙֒

Aww, thank you so much! I'm doing well, thanks for asking! And your English is great, I don't know what you're talking about :)

Trust You (Yuji x Reader)

CW: slight swearing, injury, mentions of blood loss, fluff and cuteness

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Hellloooooooo!"

Gojo bounced into the classroom, grinning like a maniac.

Turning, you looked at him over your shoulder.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Oh, I have a mission for you and Itadori! How exciting is that?!"

"Stop taking advantage of us and dumping your missions on us."

Megumi grumbled from the back of the room.

Gojo gasped dramatically, flinging a hand across his forehead.

"Why my dear Megumi! I would never!"

In an instant his entire attitude changed.

"Besides, you and Itadori don't mind, right?"

He looked at you, doing his best puppy dog eyes.

"Uh...sure. It's no big deal I guess..."

You said awkwardly, not wanting to be disrespectful.

"Great then it's settled. You leave in an hour. Meet me out front then!"

He clapped his hands, then vanished, probably off to go bother Nanami.

As soon as he was gone, you groaned and dropped your head onto your arms.

What did you just get yourself into?

How were you going to work with Itadori without letting your ridiculously large crush get in the way?

"Hey guys!"

A head of pink hair appeared in the doorway.

"What'd I miss?"

You squeaked, turning bright red and turning your face away.

You were screwed.

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Yeah, you were 100%, totally screwed.

The mission had been going relatively well, and you were just about to exorcise the curse with your cursed technique when it landed a hit on Itadori and sent him crashing through multiple walls.

"ITADORI!"

Panicked, you summoned all of your cursed energy and used your technique one last time, finally managing to finish the damn thing off.

However you didn't have time to celebrate your victory. The instant the curse dissolved, you were off, scrambling over debris and frantically searching for your classmate.

"Itadori! Itadori! Are you okay? Where are you? Yuji!"

"Over here!"

A head popped out of the rubble and grinned at you.

"Yuji!"

You screamed, hurling yourself at him and helping him to move the rest of the rubble that pinned his lower body out of the way.

"Hang on- we'll get you out of here. It's fine, you're gonna be fine-"

"I know."

Yuji gave you a sweet smile.

"I trust you."

Your eyes filled with tears, and you smiled back at him.

"Thanks Yuji."

When he was finally completely free, you scanned his entire body, frantically checking for any sign of a serious injury.

Other than a particularly nasty gash on his left leg, you couldn't find any obvious injuries that needed immediate treatment.

"I'm going to have to bandage the cut on your leg."

You informed him as you ripped your pant leg off to use as a makeshift bandage.

"I just want to limit the blood loss-"

You were cut off by Yuji's delighted little gasp before he gripped your wrist, stopping you.

"What is it?"

"Your leg..."

Glancing down, your eyes widened.

In the exact location Yuji's wound was located on his leg, a sprawling pastel red flower graced your skin.

Looking back up, you made eye contact with Yuji.

"Is that-"

The two of you looked back down at your leg, gaping.

"I think so..."

Snapping out of his daze, Yuji pointed at a scrape on your back, before turning around.

"Here. Check me. It should be around the upper part of my left shoulder blade."

Nervously, you lifted the back of his uniform, holding your breath in anticipation.

Peeling back the last couple inches, all the breath whooshed from your lungs as you laid eyes on the delicate vine of flowers across his upper left shoulder blade.

"What is it?"

Yuji twisted to look at you, concern shining in his eyes, his expression...hopeful?

"Is it there?"

"Yeah..."

You breathed in astonishment.

"It's there. Oh my god, Yuji - Oof"

You were cut off by him flinging himself against you.

"This is the best day of my life."

He sighed happily, nuzzling into your neck.

"My crush is my soulmate..."

You froze, unable to believe what you were hearing.

"You-you have a crush on me?"

"Uh-huh."

He mumbled, leaning against you more.

"I-I like you too."

You mumbled shyly.

"S'good....."

He muttered, slurring his words.

"'M...little dizzy..."

He promptly passed out.

"SHIT! HIS LEG!"

You had completely forgotten all about his leg.

After wrapping his leg with the makeshift bandages, you lifted him onto your back, and began staggering towards the border of the veil.

You would get your soulmate to Ieri. You had to.

After all, he trusts you.

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why is this so true

every gojo fucker is a potential geto fucker. every nanami fucker is a potential choso fucker and every toji fucker is a potential sukuna fucker

reminder that this event is still open, so send in your requests while you can!!!

it closes oct. 31

1 Year Anniversary Soulmate Color Event!

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Let me know if you want to get added to the event taglist!

It was recently my one year anniversary on tumblr, so I decided to do my first ask event! (I'm also rewarding myself because I caught up on my schoolwork)

The tag for this event is lee's 1 year anniversary event so filter it out if you don't want to see the fics from it.

Below are the rules and guide.

Here is the format:

Number (prompt) Shade (theme) Color (character)

Example:

Megumi angst with the "mark from last time your soulmate ever touches you" prompt

Would be:

#8 Jade Green

Step 1: Pick a Character (Color)

My Hero Academia:

Todoroki Shoto: Red

Bakugou Katsuki: Orange

Kaminari Denki: Yellow

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Fushiguro Megumi: Green

Gojo Satoru: Blue

Inumaki Toge: Purple

Yuji Itadori: Pink

Step Two: Pick a Theme (Shade)

Angst: blood, rust, ochre, jade, navy, eggplant, amaranth

Angst to Fluff: crimson, tangerine, pale, pine, ocean, lilac, rose

Hurt/Comfort: vermillion, dark, golden, forest, sky, plum, blush

Fluff: maroon, pumpkin, lemon, olive, baby, lavender, bubblegum

Crack: fire engine, safety cone, neon, lime, electric, violet, hot

Step Three: Pick an Prompt

#1. The closer you are to your soulmate, the warmer you feel, the further you are the colder. Basically finding your soulmate is one big game of hot and cold.

#2. You and your soulmate are attached by an unbreakable red thread tied on you ankles/wrists/whatever.

#3. Every night your dreams are actually your soulmate's memories.

#4. Once you reach a certain age you begin to feel a pull towards your soulmate, just like magnets. (someone please request a crack version of this)

#5. The name of your soulmate appears on your body only after that person falls in love with you.

#6. If your soulmate gets a wound or cut, flowers bloom out of the same spot on your own body.

#7. The first time your soulmate touches you it will leave a mark in the shape of their touch on your body.

#8. The last time your soulmate touches you it will leave a mark in the shape of their touch on your body.

#9. You and your soulmate both glow if you're in a room together for the first time. (This can get confusing if more than 1 set of soulmates are in the room)

*note: I found these prompts on Pinterest. they do not belong to me.*

At the moment, I am not comfortable writing nsfw, so please don't request it

I don't write poly relationships. It's not that I have anything against it, I just don't feel comfortable

Please be polite! I'm happy to write your requests, but please be mindful of the fact that I am also a human being with a life

Feel free to send in as many as you want, I'll try to get to all of them

The event will close on Oct. 31, meaning I will stop taking requests for it, but will continue to write and post any requests I received up until then

Hi! 🍓 anon here!

Can I request a Stronger reader x Gojo where the reader is really mean to Gojo but nice to almost everyone else? Maybe enemies to lovers-like, where they had to stay in the same room for a day and when they woke up they would see lying on top of each other? I'm sorry if I couldn't explain well :')

Hi 🍓 anon! Welcome! Sorry that it took me so long to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Worst That Could Happen (Gojo x Stronger Reader)

Word Count: 2.38k

CW: light swearing, slight oppression and angst if you squint, fluff, reader has at least shoulder length hair, crack ending

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All your life you had hated Gojo Satoru. After all, how could you not? He was the reason you were forced to hide your abilities and strength. The reason you couldn’t claim your rightful title as the strongest. All so that a certain spoiled brat could continue to believe that “through heaven and earth, he alone was the honored one.”

What a load of bullshit.

When your cursed technique had manifested, you had been so excited, proudly showing it off to your parents. And at first, they had been just as happy as you were, showering you with praise and affection. 

But as time went on it became more and more evident just how powerful you were. 

By the young age of six, your mere presence was enough to bring special first grade curses to their knees. Cursed energy exuded off of you the instant you stopped suppressing it. You had as much control over your techniques as any special grade sorcerer.

However there was one little problem. Your parents worked for the Gojo family. And if the Gojo’s caught wind of your powers, they were sure to try and kill you now while they still could. Because they couldn’t afford to allow a low-status nobody like you to undermine the power of their Six-Eyes.

In response, your parents protected you in the only way they knew how. They forbade you from using your cursed technique and becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. You knew they meant well, and they were just afraid, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

After all, what’s the point of being this strong, of having these abilities, if you can’t use them to help people?  

So you only pretended to agree with your parents, never giving up on your dream of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. But the need for secrecy and the resentment from having to hide your strength led to a major development.

By the time you had grown into your full powers and convinced your parents to allow you to pursue your dreams, you had decided something.

You hated Gojo Satoru.

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Stepping into Jujutsu Tech, you took a deep breath. While you were thrilled to have gotten this position as a teacher, you were less than thrilled about your coworker.

Gojo Satoru.

While you hadn’t liked him even before you met, he was somehow even worse than you had expected.

Loud, conceited, selfish, stupid, annoying.

All of these words and more came to mind when his name was mentioned in your presence.

Of course, you had felt for him after Suguru left. His turning had been hard on everyone, but you all knew that Gojo had been impacted the worst. But you couldn’t bring yourself to reach out to him. Because if you did, it would mean admitting that you possibly don’t completely hate him.

That’s right. You hate him. He’s the reason why to this day, no one knows your true power. Other than your parents and Shoko that is. And Shoko only knew because the two of you went out drinking and you had gotten so drunk you began ranting about Gojo to your best friend, which eventually led to you telling her your secret.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice that your feet had carried you all the way to your old classroom before you stood in front of the familiar sliding door.

Voices and laughter floated out to you as you steeled yourself, preparing to enter. With one last deep breath and a step forward you opened the door.

The room went quiet, and you found yourself facing your three new students. There was a girl, a boy, and a…panda?

Oh, you realized. It must be the ‘child’ Yaga had mentioned creating.

“Hello.”

You greeted them, introducing yourself.

“I’m your new teacher who is going to be helping out around here. It’s nice to meet you all. Could you introduce yourselves for me?”

“Hi! I’m Panda.”

The giant panda boomed, waving a massive furry paw at you.

“Maki. Just Maki.”

This came from the girl slouched in the back corner. Looking up from inspecting her weapon, she glanced at you coolly from behind her circular glasses.

“Kombu! Inumaki Toge.”

The boy wearing the oversized turtleneck waved at you.

Well, you were certainly going to have your hands full with these three. Standing, you clapped your hands.

“All right you guys! How about we head out to the fields and show me what you got?”

And so began your first day as a teacher at Jujutsu Tech.

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When Gojo heard you were going to be his new coworker, he was thrilled. After all, this meant he was going to be reunited with his high school crush!

Oh, how he missed your harsh, prickly personality. 

After all, rudeness and spite were just your way of showing affection to those you cared about!

Skipping down the halls he couldn’t wait to see your cute face again, or to engage in some well-intentioned banter. He slid to a stop in front of the classroom door and threw open the door, his mouth open to cry out your name.

Then he froze. Wait, that wasn’t right. You were sitting amongst the students, smiling and laughing. Smiling and laughing. You don’t do that! You had never even smiled at him!

Looking up at the sound of the door banging open, your eyes narrowed upon landing on him.

“Gojo.”

You said, irritation evident in your voice.

“What are you doing here?”

Ah, there was the icy cold demeanor he so knew and loved.

Sauntering over he grinned and threw his arm around your shoulders. 

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that! This was my classroom first! And I thought I told you to call me Satoru. After all, I call you by your first name.”

He waggled his eyebrows at you.

“And I don’t recall ever giving you permission to do so.”

You scowled and shoved his arm off you.

“Do you two…know each other?”

Panda was the first student to speak, despite the obvious interest present on the faces of the other two first years.

“Yeah we were besties in high school-”

“Unfortunately-”

You spoke at the same time before whirling to face the other.

“Wait, what?!”

Immediately the two of you began arguing. 

Eavesdropping from the hallway Yaga sighed.

It appeared the two of you picked up right where you left off upon parting ways after high school…

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Months went by, but still you and Gojo couldn’t get along. You were constantly quarreling, and everyone was a little over it, especially Gojo.

He had been fine with it when you treated everyone like that, but now that he's seen and knows how gentle and caring you can be towards the first years, he doesn’t understand why you are so harsh and cold towards him.

Yaga had also been fine to let the two of you be at the start, hoping that the two of you would just somehow work it out like the grown ass adults you were, but that didn’t seem very likely now.

“Excuse me?”

Yaga politely stepped in between the two of you.

“Could you guys come with me please.”

“Of course.”

You said brushing your hair over your shoulder.

“I was just about done here anyways.”

Stomping off after Yaga, you left Gojo no choice but to follow after  you. Why did you have to be so stubborn? And where was Yaga even taking the two of you? Were you needed for a mission or something?

Stopping before an empty storage room, Yaga gestured for you to enter. Suspicious, but reluctant to argue with your boss, you complied, walking in with Gojo trailing after you.

Bam.

The door slammed shut, trapping you in total darkness for a few seconds before the light flickered on.

“Hey! Yaga! What’s the big idea?”

You yell, kicking the door in frustration.

“Sorry about this.”

Yaga’s deep voice rumbled from the other side of the door.

“But the two of you really need to work out your problems and learn to get along. So I’m not letting you out until tomorrow morning. If you can’t get along by then, or either of you has broken down the door, you’re both fired. Good luck, and for god’s sake please don’t kill each other.”

His footsteps slowly faded away as he left you and Gojo alone. There was no one to help you now.

Goddammit.

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Hours passed, and still, neither of you had spoken. 

You were seated against the door, your head tilted back and leaning against the solid wood. Meanwhile Gojo was sprawled on his back on the other side of the room staring up at the ceiling.

Finally he broke the silence.

“So, wanna talk about why you hate me so much?”

“Not really.”

You mumbled, burying your face in your knees.

“So you acknowledge that you do hate me though.”

“Not entirely…”

“You know, we’re going to have to talk at some point, right?”

You sighed, wishing you were literally anywhere but in this stuffy storage room.

“I know.”

You said simply, avoiding his gaze as he sat up and turned to face you.

“I just, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t know how to explain it to you.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you hate me for no reason…”

You groan, finally looking up.

“No…I have a reason. I guess I’ve been thinking for the last couple hours though, and I’m not entirely sure that I do hate you, or that it’s fair of me to hate you.”

Scooting closer, Gojo mimicked your pose, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them.

“So why don’t you talk to me? I can help you try to figure it out. Plus, I already know how I feel about you, and it’s definitely not hate.”

Ignoring his little comment you considered what he just said. Should you come clean, or was it too risky?

You know what, to hell with it. You were tired of living your life in fear because you were too strong. But where to start? Taking a deep breath, you began.

“It all started when my cursed technique developed…”

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Finishing your story, you waited for his response.

There was none.

“Gojo…?”

You ask hesitantly, unsure of what he was thinking.

“I’m sorry.”

He said quietly. 

“What?”

You asked, unsure if you heard him right. Did the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the Gojo Satoru, just apologize to you? You must be going crazy.

“I’m sorry.”

He repeated himself, this time with more conviction.

“I’m sorry that you couldn’t reveal your true power because of me. Believe me, I’m aware that my abilities bring trouble to others. And for that, I’m sorry.”

You were at a loss for words. All that time, all that time you spent hating him, for nothing? Because you couldn’t hate him now. Honestly, you had known all along that it wasn’t his fault, that you were being unfair. But hearing him apologize just made you feel guilty. But wait…

“You believe me?”

You ask incredulously.

“I was sure that you were going to ask for proof or something, or not believe me…”

“Why would I?”

He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“You forget about my Six Eyes. I’ve known that you’re stronger than me for years now.”

“I’m sorry.”

You said, hanging your head in shame.

“I’ve spent so much time hating you for no reason, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s fine. You know what they say. About the similarities between love and hate…”

He shot you a sly smile.

“Oh shut up!”

You cry indignantly.

“Just because I don’t hate you doesn’t mean that I don’t find you absolutely insufferable!”

“Sure, sure.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

A couple minutes later, Gojo snuck a peek at you, curious as to why you suddenly got so quiet.

Ah, you had fallen asleep. He frowned, noticing the way you shivered slightly and realized that the room was rather chilly. Looking around, he noticed a cabinet in the back of the room. 

Quietly he looked through its contents and was pleased to find a single fuzzy blanket that looked quite warm. Walking back over to you he carefully draped it over you. After ensuring that you were properly tucked in, he headed back over to his spot.

Damn, when did it get so chilly?

He eyed the extra bit of blanket that wasn’t wrapped around your body. Surely you wouldn’t mind. Ever so slowly, he crept towards you inch by inch. Gently lifting the edge of the blanket he eased himself under it until his back was pressed against the wall and you were tucked snugly into his side. 

Readjusting the blanket so it was evenly distributed over the two of you he sighed in relief. That was so much better. While he had only planned to share the blanket for a little bit, just long enough to warm up he found himself becoming drowsy. You wouldn’t mind that if he shared the blanket with you, right? He was the one that found it after all.

And besides, what’s the worst that could happen?

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Waking up, you snuggled into the firm chest of the person you were laying on. They were so warm, and they smelled nice…

Wait what?

Fully awake, you sat up and stared down in abject horror.

The wonderfully comfortable chest that you had been happily sleeping on belonged to none other than your insufferable coworker.

How did this even happen?

You were positive that he was on the other side of the room when you fell asleep, so that could only mean-

“GOJO SATORU!”

You screech, viciously whacking him with the flat of your palm.

“WAKE UP YOU PERVERT!”

And so began your real friendship with the second strongest sorcerer in the world: Gojo Satoru.