What About Rich Boy Gojo And Your First Fight

what about rich boy gojo and your first fight 😭

𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“baby, i didn’t mean to—”

“save it satoru,” you spit, gathering your things to leave gojo’s house. he frowns, shuffling out of bed and throwing on a shirt while you head for his door.

“hey, you didn’t have breakfast yet! it’s not good to leave on an empty stomach—” he calls, only to pause as the door slams in his face. groaning, he quickly makes his way to chase after you—which would be a lot easier if he didn’t have so many hallways to weave through.

“go have breakfast with your little date,” you say sourly, and he runs a hand through his hair with a sigh before jogging up to you. and just as you open the front door, it slams shut as he spins you around, frantic blue eyes searching yours as you refuse to meet his gaze.

gojo satoru is hot news. you know it, he knows it, the whole campus knows it.

evidently, so do the other snobby rich families his gets along with—and he’s always been used to being sought after, he’s never really given it a second thought when someone shyly asks him to accompany them for an event. he simply shrugs, mumbles out a bored “why not,” and lets himself get dragged around for a night as envious eyes watch his every move. he’s always figured it’s better than going alone (and better than getting teased by suguru for not having any game.)

but that was before you.

now he has you, and he’s become increasingly aware of just how unhappy you are with all the wandering eyes on your boyfriend, and he’s become increasingly aware of just how unhappy everyone else seems that he’s sought after you—someone who seems mundane to everyone else but gojo.

but you’re anything but mundane in gojo’s eyes. you’re fiery and thrilling and you keep him on his toes. you manage to find a way to humble him at every corner he turns, and under all the witty remarks and snarky comebacks, you’re gentle and sweet and you love him because he’s satoru—not because he’s one of the infamous gojo’s.

“i didn’t realize it was that big of a deal,” he sighs, rubbing his temple as if he has the right to be stressed. gojo’s mother keeps an impressive collection of potted plants by his large windowsills, exotic and expensive-looking flowers that sit in just as expensive-looking pots.

you think it’d be a real shame if you smashed them over his skull for his lack of self-awareness.

“of course, you wouldn’t,” you snarl, crossing your arms and glaring at him. he winces, looking over his shoulder to see the maids pausing and glancing at the two of you as you have your…disagreement, and he rubs his neck and lets out a deep exhale.

“can we go somewhere a little more private?”

“how about i go somewhere away from you, and you go get ready for your little event with your little date who i’m sure is just as excited as you are,” you say instantly, and inwardly, he groans at how you’re just as insistent on being difficult as the first day he met you.

“she’s not my date. well, it’s not romantic, at least. and she asked me way before you and i got together,” he defends, “maybe if you weren’t so stubborn before, i could’ve asked you to join me,” he grumbles.

and this is a dangerous game. gojo knows better than anyone else that you’re not one to mess around with when you’re angry, and more than anything, he’s sure you’re sick and tired of the whispers and stares and rumors that come with walking around with his arm around your waist.

but sometimes, he wishes you’d stop holding his background against him—it’s not as though he chose to be born into a wealthy family and a lonely home and a tiring reputation. he chooses to be yours with no hesitations, and he wishes you’d choose to be his without seeing it as a weighted risk.

“so now it’s my fault? how would you react if the campus asshole was chasing after you to make you one of his little crossed off names—”

“you know it wasn’t like that,” he cuts you off, furrowing his brows and frowning at you. his voice raises slightly, and suddenly, you both forget you’re out in the open for anyone in his home to witness.

“oh yeah? what as it like then?” you challenge.

“if i have to spell it out for you, then you don’t know as much about me as you think you do,” he grunts, glaring at you as anger slowly starts to wedge its way into his bones.

and you don’t know him—not fully, at least, and he’s starting to wonder if you’ll ever understand him enough to get to know him.

“i know you were just trying to get me into your bed. and now you’ve got what you wanted and you’re already making your way to your next victim—”

“i told you she asked me to go with her ages ago. i can’t just cancel now, it’ll look bad on my family—”

“it’s always about how you’ll look with you, isn’t it?”

“don’t act like you understand—”

“god, you’re just like everyone else, satoru—”

“i’m nothing like them,” he slams his hand on the door, voice booming into the room and echoing over the large walls. his voice is loud, but there’s a quiet whisper of hurt underneath his tone. everything stills, both of your eyes widen, and you can faintly hear one of his maids drop a glass in shock, glass shattering on the floor into little pieces.

it’s quiet for a moment, just you staring into his eyes, and him staring into yours, and then he’s off—and after your first argument ever, gojo satoru hurriedly makes his way back to his room, leaving you to stand by his door alone and let yourself out.

—

it’s a while before you speak to him again. a few days of angrily waiting for texts, of tearfully wondering if you were too harsh, of lonely morning showers where you don’t get to pretend to be annoyed as he sneaks in to join you, and of wondering if everything’s really ended as quickly as it starts.

it’s not until you get a call from his mother (and you can’t help but roll your eyes that he lets her take care of things for him as always) that you decide to visit him for a long-overdue talk.

“satoru, open up,” you say dryly, pounding on the large door with a sigh. “we can’t avoid this forever. quit being immature.”

it’s silent. there’s not a muffled grunt, not a single whine of protest, not even a stubborn hmph. it’s eerily quiet, and as much as you hate to admit it, it makes your heart squeeze just a little with concern.

“satoru, ignoring your problems won’t make them go away. you’re a big boy now, act like one,” you say sternly.

“satoru is not here. he’s dead,” comes a muffled voice, and even if you want to slam his head into a wall, you can’t fight the small smile that tugs at your lips at his antics.

“oh really?” you raise a brow.

“yes. it was really tragic. he’s missed by many.”

“well, how come i wasn’t invited to the funeral? i would’ve brought balloons,” you humor him.

“well, that’s exactly why,” he grumbles. rolling your eyes, you snort, shaking your head before letting your forehead press against the cool wood that separates you.

“satoru, your mother says you haven’t left your room. at all. it’s been fours days. i’m pretty sure you had a quiz yesterday, and it also means you skipped that event—you know how your father gets when you skip events. let me in so we can talk,” you say seriously, and once more, it’s silent for a moment before you finally hear shuffling.

“door’s open,” is all he says. you walk into the familiar space, stopping to roll your eyes at the small candy wrappers he’s likely replacing for meals littering his side table before taking a good, long look at him.

and, well…he looks awful. far worse than you—and that’s saying something for someone who wears designer brand outfits to the same eight am class you show to in sweats. you sigh, staring into his eyes (and trying to ignore the dark circles) before speaking up.

“you look awful,” you say bluntly. gojo purses his lips.

“being dead does that you,” he shoots back, “show a little compassion.” and this is gojo satoru, the one you’ve learned hides emotions with silly jokes and petulant tantrums—the ones that hide his true feelings—the vulnerable kind—because he just never quite thought they mattered that much.

no one’s ever stopped to listen, and he’s never stopped to ask them to.

“i just found out i can speak to the dead,” you snort, “cut me some slack too.”

you sit beside him, stare at your hands while he stares at the ceiling. you don’t know where to begin, and he doesn’t know where this will end, and it’s really just a mess—but then he grabs your hand, a soft pout on his lips as he brings it into his grasp and plays with your fingers.

“why are you here?” he asks. it’s not accusing, just curious.

“your mom asked me to talk to you.”

“oh,” is all he says. he waits a moment before adding, “is that…is that it?”

you sigh, watching as he traces over the ridges of your palm and deepens his pout some before letting out a soft chuckle. “i guess i had to see my dead boyfriend too since he didn’t invite me to his funeral.”

“what if he’s turned into a ghost by now?”

“nothing will really change. he haunted me alive too, anyway,” you shrug, and he huffs, rolling his eyes and sending you a soft scowl.

“always so mean for no reason,” gojo mutters.

“satoru,” you start, and there’s a soft groan before he covers his face with your hand, hiding away from your serious expression, “we can’t avoid this forever.”

“avoid what, exactly?”

“satoru,” you warn.

“fine,” he mutters, letting your hand drop as he sits up. you miss the warmth of his skin under your touch instantly.

“why haven’t you left your room?” you start, staring at him sternly, side-eyeing the candy wrappers he’s carelessly discarded to his side table. “and when was the last time you had a proper meal? candy is not proper.”

“worse than my mom,” he grumbles, crossing his arms with a sigh, “i’m fine. you don’t have to worry about me.”

“i always worry over you,” you murmur softly, tracing over the stitching of his blanket that sits on your lap. he stares at you from the side, ponders your words for a moment before sighing deeply.

“i didn’t…i never wanted to make you feel bad, you know,” he murmurs, “i should’ve canceled going with her to that event. ‘m sorry,” he says quietly.

“‘s okay,” you hum—because, there’s really not much else to say. there’s no point in dragging it out, and it’s not like he ended up going anyway.

but he frowns, furrows his eyebrows and forms a small crease on his forehead at your words.

“that’s it? after all that, you’re just going to—”

“we’re just so different…you and i,” you cut him off, “everything that’s normal for you is crazy to me. and it’s just…it’s not easy.”

“i’m trying my best,” gojo says quietly, “but i don’t care if we’re different. it doesn’t—”

“well, you should. people don’t like seeing me with you, and you acting like you don’t hear what they say isn’t going to make them go away—”

“they’re going to say shit even if i do listen,” he cuts you off, sighing frustratedly before running a hand through his hair, “that’s how it’s always been. that’s how it’s always gonna be. so why listen if i don’t have to? i know i love you, and i’m hoping you love me too—or that’s kind of awkward because you have been saying it this whole time, you know,” he glances at you with a pointed look that makes you shoot him a scowl, “why should it be any more complicated than that?”

falling in love with gojo satoru is not easy—you don’t think it ever will be, but you think perhaps it’s time to stop seeing it as endless what-if’s and if-only’s. because gojo’s never lived one moment wondering about a what-if as long as you’ve been by his side. he’s happy, and in love, and he trusts you. and maybe, if you let yourself trust him too, if you let yourself count on his arms waiting to catch you as you fall for him, maybe the what-if’s and if-only’s won’t matter anymore.

“i’m sorry i don’t always trust you,” you admit softly, “i should stop doubting you so much.”

“yeah, you should,” he agrees, pouting slightly once more. cracking a smile, you lean into his side, poking his chest with your finger.

“don’t you dare ever think about taking someone else to an event that’s not me,” you warn, glancing up at his face as he stares on ahead. you almost think you see a ghost of a smile fight its way to appear across his lips.

“noted,” he nods, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “and you should stop treating your poor, sweet, sensitive boyfriend like he’s a sleazy jackass when he’s been nothing but hopelessly in love with—”

“i liked it better when you were a ghost,” you roll your eyes, and he huffs, pulling you down to lay with him as he brings the covers over your bodies. “i don’t think you’re an asshole, by the way. or that you’re like everyone else. you’re very sweet.”

he closes his eyes and hums, lips twitching at the corners. “and…?”

“...and annoying.”

“be nice to the dead,” he whines.

you let out a soft giggle, and he grins widely at the sound, and slowly, the tension shifts to the usual softness that’s always there when you’re with gojo. and maybe, he’s been easy to trust all along—if the gentle hearts he traces into your hip and the soft kisses he scatters over your forehead are any proof.

“and you’re a good guy,” you add with a gentle smile, cupping his face, “and i love you.”

“i love you too,” he grins.

“enough that you’ll come back to life for me?”

“i’ll see what i can do,” he chuckles before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply to make up for four days of lost time.

ty ris for the idea i luv u ur so big brained <33

What a wholesome blushing parade :')

AOT NSFW links

Eren Jaeger 

1. Eren in his zone eating your pussy 

2. Rough midnight fucking

3. The first time he lets you ride him and it feels too good

Armin Arlert 

1. Riding him instead of watching netflix 

2. Slowly fucking you in a mating press 

3. Armin making you so wet when he eats your pussy

Jean Kirstein

1. Fucking you in missionary 

2. A quickie before he has to go to work

3. Using the dildo and cat ears he got you

Connie Springer

1. Riding his big cock

2. He’s so big he can’t fit all the way but it has you creaming

3. Using the bed to hit it deeper and cumming in your mouth

Levi Ackerman

1. Fucking you on the couch while you drip all over it

2. Having very hot sex

3. Fingering you and rubbing your clit

it ends with us.

pairing. okkotsu yuuta x fem!reader

word count. 2.9k

genre/warnings. friends to lovers, one mention of suffocation, jjk 0 manga spoilers. reblogs/interaction highly appreciated!

summary. a lesson in friends, moving forward, and sleepovers.

or, four times you and your friends have a sleepover, and the one time it’s just you and yuuta.

The moment Gojo suggests a “first-year bonding sleepover,” Yuuta feels like crawling into a very tiny, very dark hole and never re-emerging. His first introduction to the class had already been disastrous, so he’s not sure why his teacher thinks this is a good idea—in fact, he’s quite sure it’s a dangerous one.

His other four classmates—Toge, Panda, Maki, and you—only stare at your teacher in slack-jawed shock. Surely he hadn’t forgotten the earlier Rika incident? Maki is the first to argue, and she and Gojo go back and forth before she has enough.

“Ugh, fine! But you can’t stay,” she hisses to Gojo despite his protests, cementing her hands on his back and shoving him outside. He smacks his forehead on the doorframe; you and Inumaki snicker to yourselves.

Once Gojo leaves, it’s extremely awkward, to say the least. Yuuta’s sure the four of you have had sleepovers together before, based on the organized way that you arrange yourselves for sleep. No one really speaks; you shuffle around the room, rearranging pillows and blankets and settling into your respective beds.

Yuuta situates his sleeping bag in the furthest corner of the room, nearly chewing his nails to the root with nervousness. He hopes Gojo’s room isn’t too far; if something goes wrong, the older sorcerer needs to be close by.

He lies awake for another thirty minutes, about fifteen minutes past the point where he’s sure the rest of you have fallen asleep. A pounding fear squeezes at his heart. He’s afraid to close his eyes for even a moment.

“Ah, Okkotsu?”

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Way Back Home

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Relationships: Separate!GenshinCharacters x gn!Reader Characters: Xiao, Childe, Scaramouche Genre: Fluff and Crack Comfort Warnings: Just Spain without the a

Song: SHAUN feat. Conor Maynard - Way Back Home

Author’s Notes: For once in my life, I am here to serve you with a well deserved fluff.

Summary: You will always find your way back home.

Xiao

He mistook your tiredness as the need to leave. Little did he know, you were anxious to go back.

But you had to go back, because you had never said your goodbyes to your family back in the other world.

Other, because that world was no longer your home. You found comfort in Liyue, and it had the person you wish to build a home with.

Xiao can no longer feel you. You had finally left this world with the Traveler. He felt lost yet secretly hoping you would come back.

Oh boy, every night he takes time to search for your voice, uttering your name softly hoping you would respond with his. Then one night, you did.

Xiao had been used to being alone for a very long time until you came into his life. But now that you’re gone he mostly reminisce about your touch and your overall presence. He had sworn to himself that you would always have a place in his heart until the end of time.

Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t push these feelings away. He would replay your memory with him over and over again so he doesn’t forget about you. You had only been gone for a year, and he was already losing himself to the memory.

Like always, one night is all it took. He sat on his usual spot where he would gaze upon the stars, wishing and hoping for something. Was he ready to let you go?

Your name slips past his lips longing for an answer. Then suddenly he hears you call out to him, the same voice, the same voice he loves and will always love.

Ah yes, even the stars are messing with him now. “Xiao, I’m home.” Yeah right, home. He wasn’t your home- He must be hallucinating. Is his karmic debt finally engulfing him whole?

Laughing to himself, he felt his chest tighten. What if he does follow the voice and you weren’t there? But Xiao could care less anymore, hallucination or not…what if it was truly you?

This man found himself back at the Wangshu Inn, is his mind really messing with him? Xiao doesn’t take things slow, but for once in his life every step he took was heavy and he wouldn’t dare teleport his way through the top. He needed time to prepare himself after all.

You on the other hand were standing at the edge of the Inn’s balcony, fiddling with your fingers looking like a mess. Xiao would definitely come, right? All you had to do was call out his name, right? Is he mad at you?

You were exhausted, who new world traveling would suck your soul out down and over? It doesn’t matter, at least you are back even though it felt like you got ran over by a truck.

Xiao might have taken his sweet time up the stairs, but the moment he saw your figure though the door. You wouldn’t believe how fast he sprinted his way to you. He knew it was really you, he can feel it, he can finally feel you. “You’re here-” He could only mutter softly, holding you like you would fly away any second. “I’m finally home.” Celestia above, he will never let you pull that shit again-

Childe

Why wait for the next life when you’re already rummaging your way through his office? This man’s office had been a mess for these past 6 months.

You had only come back, and the thing that welcomes you is hell. It looks like a hurricane ran over this place, and you could only sigh to yourself.

You arrived early this morning when he had already left. Nowadays he would spend a lot of time outside, taking up every mission he can get his hands on.

At night he would spend time doing paperwork and thrashing his office. That would explain the mess this room has to offer.

You may or may not have bribed his secretary and fixed the place up by yourself. You might as well do this after the whole shit you pulled.

Childe might have wished you the best, but he wasn’t doing the best on his own. He had gotten more frustrated every passing day.

Even the other harbingers wouldn’t dare touch that subject with a 10 feet pole. They might lose a limb or two if they try.

Childe hadn’t been sleeping well either, he didn’t want to wake up disappointed without you beside him.

The feeling was intoxicating and heavy, he doesn’t know how long it would take for him to move on. Does he even wish to move on? Forget about you? Hell no. Weaponized trauma, that’s what he is good about.

Making his way through the office, he cannot wait to cry himself to sleep and just do what needs to be done. The amount of paperwork he has to do though might distract him away from the crying.

Scratch that, you might distract him away from all that. The moment he steps foot in that dreadful office of his, he saw you slumped on his chair asleep.

Yeah right, that is a definite hallucination. He doesn’t even think you are an intruder. He only sighed to himself, too tired to bother.

He felt a tug in his chest though, sweaty palms and all the glory. He was spiraling and may or may not be panicking.

He made his way to your side, trembling with every step. He basically welcomes your presence by poking you. He pokes you for a few times, still panicking when he can actually feel you.

You woke up to him standing there, bent over and poking you. “Ajax, what the hell?” Don’t mind the man if he basically launched himself far to the corner of the room.

“Ajax, what the hell are you doing?” You raised you head, looking at him in disbelief. “Y/N?”

“Your place was a mess so I cleaned it-” You responded back with a yawn. Childe didn’t let you go after that.

That entire night, He might have cried in your arms. He cannot believe that you decided to clean this place up the moment you get back. Like of all things, why his office? You’re unbelievable.

Scaramouche

He forgot that you would always tell him Goodbyes does not mean forever. That goodbyes for you are promises to come back.

He was just used to being left alone that he quickly disregarded your words thinking that you really did leave him completely.

Please for the love of everyone that are dead and alive, you quickly went back as fast as you can. You knew Scara wouldn’t last years.

You had only been gone for 3 months, just 3 months. Now you’re here wrapped around his arms. He hadn’t let you go for 5 hours already. Yes, you counted.

Scaramouche might wear a cold exterior outside his comfort, but when it comes to you he gets unbelievably clingy.

It took him a long time to be comfortable like this though, when you were just starting out he would flinch with every touch.

You knew he was touch starved, but also in fear of abandonment. You both took time to make him appreciate himself more as a person rather than a hollow puppet with predetermined existence.

You regret leaving him even just for a second, that’s why you forced your way back between worlds. You were exhausted, but you knew Scara wouldn’t let go.

You don’t mind, you missed him after all. Little did he know, you may or may not have injured yourself with your forced travels through a wormhole. He only realized this when he hugged you a little too tight, and you went oomph for a second.

“Ah scara, be a little gentle. I think I broke a rib through-” “ Excuse me what the fuck do you mean you broke a rib!?” Ah man, this is going to be a long night. But at least you’re back, right?

Author’s Notes: Albedo’s prompt would be separate because I feel like I owe you people that much.

hai! i’m for a prompt ideas! what if the archons met you and felt genuine romantic love (again since people says zhongli had his first love before) after being alive for so many decades.

realizing they love you

feat. Venti, Zhongli, Ei

VENTI

Venti slumps over the bar— though this time it wasn’t from being in a drunken stupor. In fact, he didn’t have a single drink tonight.

No, this time he groans to himself at the thought of you.

He’s always been good at making friends. There was no doubt that the bard was social enough to win over the favor of others. But even though he would often be surrounded by others, he often found himself alone. The merriment of others would bring a weak smile on his face, and he often wondered if this was as good as it would get.

There was something about his friendship with you that differed than the rest. You became his closest friend and someone he could rely on. He rarely would divulge in his true disposition, but you worked hard to break down his barriers, allowing him to drop his sunny facade. Venti’s not sure how you were able to do that, but it became clear to him that you weren’t just the average friend he’s made. The way he felt about you superseded what normal friends were supposed to feel.

His gaze would go soft at the sight of you. His lips would find themselves forming a smile not long after seeing your own grin. His heart would beat erratically when he felt your head rest on his shoulder. Surely these aren’t normal friend reactions.

Venti’s never been in love for as long as he’s been alive. Is this what it feels like? Was it supposed to feel both enthralling and terrifying?

“Can’t believe most people go through this” Venti mumbles to himself.

He sits back up, rubbing the back of his neck as he lets out a sigh. As wise as he was, Venti finds himself at a loss when it comes to navigating his own feelings. What was he supposed to do next? How should he act around you? And what exactly did you think about him.

Even with years of knowledge and time under his belt, these were the types of questions that never had a definitive answer.

ZHONGLI

All you did was laugh at one of Zhongli’s quips. It was just one of the many things he said on his evening walk with you. That’s all it took for that old, familiar feeling to return to him.

Zhongli had fallen in love with you.

It wasn’t that Zhongli didn’t have the capacity to love- it was that he wasn’t sure if he could do so again. He’s already loved and lost before, was he willing to go through such pain a second time? For years, he’s always held onto the disposition that even though falling in love is a wonderful thing, there was always the risk of losing it.

He looks over at you, a smile on his face as you begin rambling on about your day. Just how long has he been feeling like this? Surely this wasn’t just a sudden epiphany where he just so decided that he was in love with you. For the time that he’s known you, Zhongli always had some interest in you. And while it didn’t start off as romantic interest, he couldn’t deny that he instantly captivated by you.

And as he got to know you more and more, he began noticing endearing details about you he hadn’t noticed before. His eyes began to follow you more, his touch lingering just a tad longer than normal. Everyday he wondered whether or not you’d visit him at work. And when you did, his heart would flutter each time you walked through the front doors, a smile adorning your face.

Zhongli chuckles to himself- he couldn’t deny his feelings any longer.

He loves you. Dearly.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad for Zhongli to experience this again. Once again he glances over at you, his heart thumping even harder than before as you giggle when recalling a particularly funny moment that occurred.

Zhongli lets his hand brush against yours before gently holding it, letting his fingers intertwine with yours. It was an innocent gesture, but intimate nonetheless. He keeps his face pointed straight, unsure of your reaction- and most definitely unsure with how you feel towards him. But maybe he would take the risk to find out.

EI

Ei’s starting to believe Miko is some sort of sham. As the archon strides down the many stairs of the Grand Narukami Shirine, she thinks back on the words her best friend told her.

“Are you really feeling this way because of a curse?” the kitsune asked, smirking at Ei like the archon herself was a fool.

She had gone to see Miko for an exorcism. There must have been some sort of curse placed on her. Why else would her chest suddenly feel tight at the sight of you? And why else would she start to feel incredibly nervous the closer you got? It surely sounds like a curse to Ei.

As Ei walked back to Inazuma City, she happened across one of the small shrines littered across the town. A couple stood prayed to one of them, leaving sweets as an offering.

“Let’s pray to the archon that our love stays eternal” the man said to his girlfriend, leaving Ei confused. She certainly didn’t have any jurisdiction over someone’s feelings- let alone the everlasting love of a couple. Love wasn’t some sort of magic spell.

Ei’s steps came to a halt as she thought more about love.

Why was it that when she thought of love, your face came to mind?

“That can’t- that …” she mutters to herself, thinking too hard about something that’s relatively obvious. She continued walking, her mind an absolute haze. You were just a dear friend of Ei’s.

A friend that continued to occupy so much space in her mind. A friend that she wished would always stay by her side and never have to leave. A friend that made Ei feel cherished, and likewise someone whom Ei wanted to adore. Surely these were just all things that happened between two friends.

Ei sighs- she knew she was lacking some expertise in the real world. But even she knows that she’s not so naive to the point of being unable to recognize her feelings towards you.

And in one swift motion, the electro archon spins on her heel, making the trek back to the Grand Narukami Shrine. At the very least, Miko should give her advice on what to do next.