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( ♡ ) pairing : Geto Suguru x fem!girlfriend!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, geto is 17/18 and reader is 15/16 , sex , explicit content , mention of pregnancy , smoking , age gap , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Geto x reader 😭😭

Thursday had arrived, and you were spending the night at the residence of your boyfriend, Geto Suguru , just like every Thursday.

Suguru was missing by almost midnight. He had left with Satoru around 10 pm to inspect his car, but got caught in the rain and didn't come back. Instead, he went to Satoru’s place. At 11, you joined your cousin and his friends in their car. When you told Suguru about it, he got envious and demanded that you return home or he would stay at Satoru’s for the night, leaving you by yourself.

You were now wearing blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. After taking a puff of your cigarette, you exhaled deeply just as you heard loud knocks on the door. After changing, you were dressed in blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. As you took a drag of your cigarette, you released a sigh right before hearing loud knocks on the door.

Knowing full well that it was Suguru, a smile involuntarily graced your lips. As you unlocked the door, there he stood, shirtless, with his t-shirt casually slung over his shoulder. You released a sigh and returned to the sofa, taking a drag from your cigarette while snacking on some chips. Your frustration with Satoru and his behavior still lingered “ why aren’t you wearing a shirt ? “ you asked while taking another puff from your cigarette. Your attention was focused on Suguru as he proceeded to change into fresh attire “ ‘cause it’s wet “ He grumbled, as he was clad in nothing but a pair of shorts.

After snuffing out your cigarette in the ashtray, you heaved a sigh and settled into bed beside Satoru, his distress evident. He was lying on his back, with his arm covering his eyes. You placed your arms on each side of him as you moved closer. You inquired, " kiss?" and gently closed your eyes while delicately touching your lips to his. Once more, you softly uttered, "Kiss," and proceeded to place several kisses on his lips. Satoru grinned and chuckled, tenderly cradling your face as he reciprocated the kisses.

He proceeded to gently guide you onto your back, his hand tenderly supporting your cheek while he maintained the kiss. Suguru expressed his frustration by stating, "You are a pain in the ass ," before giving you one more kiss and rising from the bed. He retrieved his own pack of cigarettes, lit one, and settled into an armchair to continue smoking while browsing on his phone. As you observed Suguru, you continued eating your chips. Feeling neglected by your boyfriend, you let out a sigh and turned your back to him , your attention on your phone now.

As time elapses, you perceive Suguru extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray before joining you in bed. He reclines on his arm, reaching out to grasp your waist effortlessly, and gently rotates you. With both arms positioned on either side of your head, he leans down and bestows a kiss upon you. Following a brief moment of kissing, he rises and wipes his mouth gently, softly uttering a "come here" as he settles on the bed, leaning against the headboard, inviting you to sit on his lap.

Suguru’s grip tightened around your waist, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, feeling the softness of your flesh and the hardness of her nipples. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut, and arched your back, pushing yourself into his touch. His mouth found yours, a fiery kiss that claimed you with an urgency that had been building for hours. Your tongues danced together, a dance as old as time, a promise of what was to come. His hand traveled down your body, finding the waistband of your shorts and panties, and with a swift motion, he slid them down your legs.

Your clothes fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, leaving them bare and vulnerable. Suguru’s eyes took in the sight of you, the curves that he knew so well, the dips and valleys that made you uniquely you. He felt his body respond, his arousal growing with every passing second. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, the foil packet glinting in the low light. With trembling hands, he ripped it open and rolled it onto himself, feeling the barrier between them, a necessary precaution that somehow heightened the anticipation.

You straddled him, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you guided him inside yourself . You moved in perfect rhythm, your bodies melding together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building like a crescendo in a symphony. Suguru’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more intense than the last. But there was one that stood out, a niggling concern that grew with every thrust—the condom felt different, looser somehow, but he didn’t mind and continued. He kissed you hungrily, and with a soft grip on your waist he flipped you over.

He positioned himself over you, his eyes never leaving your. Then, with a deep, almost primal growl, he entered you again. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. You moved in sync, your bodies speaking a language that transcended words. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans. The intensity grew, a crescendo of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He could feel your tightening around him, your body building towards release. With a final, desperate thrust, you shuddered, you climax washing over you like a wave. He followed, his own release a white-hot explosion that left him breathless and trembling. They lay there, panting and entwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of your embrace and the sound of your beating hearts.

Your kisses grew slower, more languid, as you savored the taste of each other. And then it happened. As he pulled out he froze . The condom was no longer on his dick.

“ Uh, baby , we have a small problem “ He said , trying to sound calm , but you could see in his eyes that he was panicking internally.

“ I think my condom slipped off in you.”

You froze, the sound of your racing heart from the previous sex abruptly silenced by the cold hand of reality. The room grew colder, the shadows darker, as the weight of your mistake settled upon you. The air was thick with tension, the unspoken question hanging between you like an invisible wall. What would come next? How would you deal with the potential consequences of this unplanned intimacy? The moment stretched on, a silent scream that echoed through the room.

He felt your breathing even out, your body relaxing slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

“It’s not your fault,” he assured you, his voice firm. “We’ll deal with this together, okay?”

He commenced the quest for the missing condom beneath the sheets, hoping against hope that it would be somewhere on the bed, untouched. Alas, the elusive condom was nowhere to be found.

He was a doomed man.

You gazed at him and elegantly ran your hand through your hair, "I will go to the bathroom and… check if the condom is in me," you mumbled before getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Suguru heaved a heavy sigh and disheveled his hair as he rose and strolled toward the window, where he lit a cigarette.

You entered the bathroom and delicately inserted two fingers inside you, carefully searching for the condom. Suddenly, you felt it - your heart sank. After retrieving it, you discovered Suguru's semen inside the condom and on your fingers as well. You released a weary sigh, discarding the condom in the trash and proceeded to wash your hands , small tears in your eyes , but you never let them out. As you reentered the room, you walked over to Saguru who was leaning against the window. You mimicked his stance, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling deeply. The two of you sat in silence, smoking, until you finally broke the quiet with a question, "What are we going to do?" Your voice was soft but resolute. "I'll have a chat with Satoru to get some money by morning, and then we'll figure out a plan B for you," he replied, exhaling smoke as he placed a hand on your lower back. "Everything will be okay, my love. We'll sort this out," he assured you, planting a comforting kiss on your forehead and gently rubbing your back.

Sleep

TW: angst, mental health issues

I know this isn’t the latest story you guys thought I would be posting but I know a lot of people are going through a hard time right now and so am I, I thought why not make something out of this feeling yk?

not proofread, I did all of this in about 30 minutes or so

Y/N POV

Sleep. Why do we need it? Is it the constant state of tiredness? An escape from reality? Who knows, all I know is I can’t seem to fall asleep

Throughout the days I get more exhausted, my smile starts to wear thin, and my eyes feel like they’re ablaze. I just want to stay coupled up in my room

But I can’t. Every day it’s another curse and everyday we kill it, it’s like a cycle on repeat day in and day out

“You look tired,” Gojo spoke as we were walking in silence beforehand. I just look to him, my eye bags giving it away, “have you been getting enough sleep?”

“I’m fine, I just didn’t get much sleep last night. I’ll go to bed early tonight” I lied through my teeth. I’m helpless, nothing feels how it should, nothing is how it should be. We continue to walk in silence back to jujustu high

Once I get back to my room I change and just lay on my bed. Why am I like this? I was just fine a couple days ago, so why now? I had so many unanswered questions

I kept up on my training as to not alert anyone of any implications that I’m not doing alright. I remember when Suguru Geto was still here, we used to be close. I remember what it was like to fight beside him, how we used to have fun along with Gojo but it’s in the past now. Now my future is full with cursed spirits

I dream of a place in my mind where I could go. I could just go and never have to worry about anything. I would have my best friends beside me and there would be no cursed spirits, everything would be perfect. It was a dream for a reason

I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat much, only what I need to stay alive. I’m in darkness and I don’t think anyone could pull me out, it’s too late. I curled in on myself under my blanket, sniffling for reasons unknown to me. Sometimes everything we do as sorcerers gets too much, it’s starting to get too much for me and it was too much for Suguru Geto. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I started to sob loudly under my covers

I heard the door open but I didn’t care, I had finally broke the tall standing wall I had put up. The person rushed to my side and lifted the blanket. Gojo stood there with a worried face

“Y/n! Are you ok?” His question just made me sob more. I couldn’t control myself at this point

“Is there something you need?! Something I can do?! Please! Tell me!” He doesn’t know what to do, I myself don’t know what to do. I just lay there a sobbing mess as one of my best friends stares at me with worry etched across his face

Suddenly another pair of footsteps sounds in the room. I can’t move, I can’t see who it is

‘Just leave! Please! I don’t want you to see me like this!’ I shouted in my head only for it not to reach my lips

“Y/n are you alright?” I recognized the voice as shoko. She tried to touch my shoulder but I shook it off. I wanted to scream, scream until my lungs give out, scream until I can’t breathe, scream until my best friend is back. My pillow was soaked with tears

Gojo hesitated as he moved closer to the bed. He lifted the covers and climbed in the bed with me while Shoko gave him a confused look. He moved closer to me until we were only a couple inches apart. He listened to me sob into my pillow, quieting my screams. If I could only see the hurt look on his face, I would’ve been broken for good. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me to his chest. One of his arms stays on my back as the other strokes my hair softly

“Let it all out.” Was all he said. I sobbed into his chest, my screams breaking both of their hearts as it is mine. Gojo let silent tears fall down his cheeks as he couldn’t help it, he already lost one best friend and he wasn’t ready to lose another

Shoko stared in concern at the scene in front of her not knowing what to do so she did what she could and sat on the bed next to us. She gently laid her hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. Both of the physical sentiments seem to help calm me down, soon I was reduced to silent tears and hiccup breaths as I felt my exhaustion consume me

Gojo was panicking on the inside as he held his sleeping tear-stained best friend in his arms. He didn’t want to lose another friend, he’d already lost one and he wasn’t ready to let go of another. He held onto me as tightly as he could without hurting me. His tears still stream down his face quietly as he worries what my future could look like, a sorcerer? A curse user? ….Geto? He quickly ran the idea out of his mind

I fell asleep in the embrace of two of my best friends and I realized something. I may miss old memories, old friends but my most loved ones are right here with me. I can’t have time pass me by while I’m still stuck in the past, yes it takes time to heal and it can’t be done overnight but it has to be done or it’ll consume me

I avoided sleep for the longest time hoping I wouldn’t see his face. I always wondered how he felt in his final weeks before he turned to the other side until I realized, this is how he felt. He felt alone, he felt hatred, he felt sorrow. I don’t think there’s even a word for everything he felt. I felt horrible knowing one of the people I cared about most was suffering in silence for so long and we couldn’t notice

I felt grateful, grateful that I have friends who see me hurting and what I’m going through. Who don’t know how to help but they help anyways, that’s the kind of friends I don’t want to push away. I’m happy to know that I’m not alone through all of this and that if I need someone they’re always there

Teachers pet

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reader is over 18

Satoru Gojo. He was the strongest jujustu sorcerer, most intricate, most diligent, and most childish. Satoru Gojo is my teacher.

“Gojo sensei!” Yuji came running towards the teacher, Nobara Kugisaki hot on his trail

“Hide me sensei!” Yuji quickly hid behind Gojo while the teacher laughed

“I’m gonna kill you Itadori!!” She came running towards him quickly with anger. Megumi sighed following after the two while I chuckled at their interactions. I nudged Megumi playfully

“C’mon ‘gumi, it’s funny” he cracked a small smile. We walked back to the group and while I was amused with the interaction, I couldn’t help but be distracted by a certain white haired man. I forced my head to turn to my classmates instead before I lost myself

“Y/n please get her!!” Yuji shouted towards me. I laughed at him

“Sorry no can do, we have training soon. Gotta go buddy” I made an excuse to get out of there, leaving Yuji with Nobara. I chuckled at the thought while walking to my dorm to change for our training exercises. I hurried and changed into a pair of shorts and cropped tee before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Nobara

“We’re about to start training” she looked at my outfit, “woah, love your outfit!” I thanked her and complimented her outfit. Today was a hot day so it wasn’t surprising seeing her in shorts and a tee either. We walked together to the field laughing and talking

Once we showed up we saw Yuji training with panda and Megumi training with Maki. I smiled at the way panda was throwing Yuji

“What the hell are they doing?” My voice sounding amused until we heard a voice behind us

“I could ask you the same thing” I jumped at the voice so close to my ear and turned to see Gojo. Nobara also being scared started to yell at Gojo until Maki called her over. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Gojo

“You scared me” I chuckled looking at the man wishing I could stare into his eyes and not a blindfold. He had his infamous smirk plastered on his face

“You ready for training?” He moved his face closer to mine. My cheeks tented a light pink as I started getting flustered. I moved my face to the side hoping he wouldn’t notice

“Yeah a-always” I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. His smirk grew into a cheeky smile

“Good because you’ll be training with me” I turned to him quickly with my eyes wide

“W-what?” I asked in disbelief, “but I’m nowhere near as experienced as you” I tried to reason with him. He had the cockiest smirk on his face

“That’s why I’m going to teach you” he moved in close and whispered right by my ear. My face turned red all the way to the tips of my ears. He leaned back and even though I can’t see his eyes a chill went down my spine as his eyes raked over my body

“Cute outfit sweetheart” with a last compliment he was on his merry way down to the other students. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Surely I was imagining it, I mean he is THE Satoru Gojo. He wouldn’t be flirting with a student like me when he could have anyone he wanted

“Y/n!” I was broken out of my thoughts when my name was called over by none other than the man who has me so flustered, “we’re deciding partners, come join” his smirk was teasing at this point. I nodded my head and silently walked over to the group

Yuji was paired with panda, Maki was paired with Nobara, and Megumi was paired with Toge. Of course I already knew my partner. I don’t understand why he chose me but he’s Satoru Gojo, I can’t really question him

Everyone started in hand to hand combat. I looked to Gojo with determination and slight confusion. I got in stance and my nervousness must’ve shown because he lightly chuckled

“Ok sweetheart, let’s see what you’ve got” with two fingers he motioned me forward in a ‘come higher’ movement. With a determined look I started a run towards him and tried to blow a hit onto his face but he dodged and grabbed my hand, forcing it behind my back and him right along with it. He leaned in close to me

“Got to be quicker than that” His voice seductive giving chills down my spine. With my head unfocused he sweeped my legs from under me and forced me onto my stomach. I moaned out in pain while Gojo internally enjoyed every bit of this predicament

After he let me go we went a couple more rounds that all ended with me in sultry positions. Everyone stopped training when the sun began to set, that was our cue to stop as well. I started packing everything I brought with me and my mind was going a million miles a minute with suggestive thoughts. I shook my head to clear them and began to walk back until I hear my voice called again by the same man. I turned and walked back trying not to think of every way this man could have me bent over and mushy brained

“I just wanted to tell you, you did an amazing job today!” He said energetically. I scoffed

“I didn’t land a single hit on you though” I looked around and almost everyone was gone, those who weren’t were on their way. I turned back to him and he had his head tilted, almost as if he was studying me

“If you landed a hit, it would be because I let you.” Once he stated that my cheeks grew flushed once again and I avoided looking at the man once again. I hate how stupid it is but I grew wet just from that sentence

“Anyways I wanted to give you a little reward for holding your own” he spoke back to his normal voice. I looked up at him confused which just drove him to go on

“C’mon, follow me” he spoke in a chipper voice with me following after him quietly. He led us to his classroom

“What are we doing in here Gojo sensei?” I asked confused. He smiled at me and for some reason it sent major chills down my spine

“Could you sit up here for a moment while I grab something?” He patted the desk and I slowly nodded not getting how he didn’t ask me to sit at a desk instead but following anyways. I sat on the desk patiently while he riffled through his drawers

“Sensei Gojo?” I asked out. He looked up at me with a smile that made my heart stop and my legs subtly rub together

“Call me Satoru sweetheart” I flushed a deep red. I nodded my head

“Satoru… what is my reward?” I asked with my interest piqued. He smiled brightly when he found what he was looking for and quickly grabbed it. Before I could see what it was he hid it behind his back and walked in front of me

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes” I listened almost instantly. He hummed in satisfaction. Satoru leaned both of his arms on each side of me, caging me into him as he leaned in close. My breath was caught in my throat as I felt his presence so close. Suddenly I felt our lips connect in surprise causing my lips to part in surprise

Satoru took this as an opportunity for entrance with his tongue. I leaned into the kiss as our tongues fought for dominance, obviously he won. I was so caught up in the kiss I didn’t notice his hand slip into my shorts and suddenly there was buzzing. I broke the kiss as I moaned feeling the buzzing on my clit. Gojo leaned back to watch my face with a grin

“Oh good, you like your surprise” he boasted and reveled in the way I twitched and bucked my hips. I looked to his face while moaning just wishing I could see his eyes

“Satoru” was all I could get out. My hands looked for some place to hold as I raised my hands and gripped the edge of the desk. His grin grew as did the tent of his pants. Satoru turned the vibrator frequency up and my head flew back

“Please” Was all I could say. What I was begging for? I don’t know. He pressed the vibrator impossibly closer and my legs started to shake as my eyes rolled back

“Aww are you about to cum?” He mocked me. Just as I was on the edge of my orgasm he turned the vibrator off. I whined in disappointment

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the real surprise is right here” he started to unbuckle his pants. I sat back up and looked where his hands were. I’ve been dreaming of him since I met him, I was practically drooling already. He paused his movements

“Do you want this?” He asked suddenly in a serious tone. I nodded my head frantically

“Please, want it so bad” I practically pleaded. His smile came back and he hurried to get his pants off. Once he unbuckles his pants he takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room. He quickly got rid of his shirt along with it. I couldn’t help but stare at his physique, entranced by a body that looks like it was sculpted by the gods

I reached out and trailed my nails along his abdomen softly. His breath hitches at the contact of my skin and he chuckles

“Like what you see?” He teased with a smirk. I merely nodded then looked up into his blindfold

“Yes, very much”

I figured this was long enough so part 2 coming soon bby’s

Geto couldn’t help it. It looked so soft. So cute. So plump. He wanted to poke at it. Maybe even get a quick squeeze outta it. He wasn’t usually one for soft things but this had to be an exception. Maybe cuz of you… he does love you dearly. You’ve brought out his softer side he only shows to you. He won’t be like this with anyone else. He won’t feel the need to poke at the soft thing or squish it and show his more domestic side. Only for you. Only to you-

“Geto” after 5 times of calling out his name, he looks up at you “huh?” “Will you please stop staring at my plushie like that and and give it back. Did you mean to win it for yourself ?” You deadpanned the 6’3 man. He looked perplexed. Then he remembered, he had won a plushie for you at the fair you guys are currently at for a date “sorry my love” you tugged the plushie to your chest, glaring at the giant man that is your boyfriend for tryna steal it from you. He may have thought bout winning one for himself

I’m going to watch this edit on repeat to get me through the pain of jjk ending. satosugu is soo tragic it hurts 💔

Baked with Love (Geto x Reader) - Drabble/preview

Summary: You were a fresh out of college and happened to become roommates with one of the most dangerous curse user and his two adopted daughters. Could you cook your way into his heart? Takes place a couple years after the KFC breakup. 

a/n: There is not enough Geto fluff on this site :( Taking a break from writing ACOTAR fanfics! Also, not using Geto’s famous word because it makes me feel…weird..so I’m just using non-sorcerer a lot. Sorry! WC: 1.5k

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After recently graduating from Tokyo University with a finance degree and landing a not-so-wonderful corporate job, you decided to splurge on a high-rise apartment with amazing views and a rooftop garden. Shortly after moving in, you occasionally heard two little girls playing in the apartment next door, either on the patio or through the thin walls. A nice family next door must mean a peaceful complex. Little did you know, the most dangerous curse user, who threatened the lives of non-sorcerers, lived in that quaint, peaceful apartment right next to yours.

A week goes by, and after starting your new corporate job, the nine-to-five lifestyle quickly begins to leave you stressed. To unwind from a dreaded day of spreadsheets and numbers, you picked up a new hobby: cooking and baking. However, one issue arose rather quickly. You end up making too much nearly every night, more than you can even bring to work. Sure, you could bring the dozens of muffins you made in five different flavors to the office, but what are the chances someone would actually grab a couple? You were new, after all, and didn’t have the proper work clique. Another thought: you could always drop some off for the peaceful family next door. With two small children, surely food wouldn’t go to waste.

So you decided to walk over, with a bag full of various breads and muffins. Tomorrow you wanted to try and make a cake so you needed the counter space. It was only eight in the evening, might be a little too late in the evening with little ones, but you knocked on the door regardless. After a few moments, a man with tired bags and gorgeous long inky black hair clad in a black shirt and sweats opened the door and gazed down at you with those soft violet eyes that reminded you of ube, perhaps you’ll make ube mochi later this week. 

“Can I help you?” His velvet-smooth voice, like honey, slipped through a polite smile that seemed almost trained. A voice that left your cheeks dusting the faintest shade of pink. Your eyes seemed to want to look everywhere but at him as he raised a brow.

Were you taking too long to speak? Why won’t words come out?

“Hi, I’m your neighbor… I just moved in next door. I happened to have baked too much, and I was wondering if you would like to take some bread and muffins off my hands.” Your words came out slightly stuttered, perhaps a little too fast, a little too loud, but the message got across.

That polite, trained smile tilted down for a second until he gave a shrug.

Suguru watched you stutter over your words, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. For a non-sorcerer, your nervousness was endearing.

“I see…” Suguru leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms across his broad chest, and looked down at you for a moment longer than necessary before shifting his gaze to the pink bag in your hands.

“Well, thank you. I’m sure my girls will appreciate that,” he said, the sweet, polite smile crossing his lips again, making your heart skip a beat.

“Of course, I just happened to have baked a little too much… wait, your girls?” The words slipped out of your mouth before you could catch them. You figured this was like an older brother or an uncle, but the dad? This man in front of you looked around your age… there’s no way he could possibly have children. He looked like a recent college grad. Who are you to judge, though? You swiftly chastised yourself.

Suguru chuckled softly, a light, amused sound slipping past his lips as he noticed your surprise. It was clear that you were probably expecting the girls' father to be some middle-aged family man, not a twenty-something. Yet, he found your surprise endearing, enjoying the way your cheeks dusted pink and how you seemed entranced by his every word. He had that effect on people, after all.

“Yup. Two little girls. Twins, actually—Nanako and Mimiko. Quite the handful, but they’re both sweethearts. I’m sure you’ve heard them from time to time.” Suguru spoke with a soft smile on his face. He wouldn’t dare reveal that they were adopted to a stranger; he might as well have you assuming that they were his legitimate children.

“Ah, yeah, that must be a lot of work… well, if you ever need any baked goods… I’m next door, so… yeah… feel free to knock,” you spoke softly, mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward. You work with people every day, how was this any different? How could you be fumbling over yourself this much?

Suguru enjoyed the way you stumbled over your words, amused by your bout of shyness. The way you seemed so awkward was kind of cute… no. Suguru had to remind himself that he hates non-sorcerers, that they are the reason why curses exist. That… this neighbor bringing him a giant bag of baked goods could create a curse. Suguru reminded himself to be polite, to play the role.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I’m sure the girls would love for you to spoil them with sweets,” he said, his voice smooth and polite. After that, he bid you goodnight. You bowed slightly before he closed the door and you entered your apartment. After shutting the door, you sank to the floor, leaning against it. Wanting to scream at yourself for being so awkward.

As you sat there, replaying the conversation in your head, you couldn't help but smile a little. Despite your awkwardness, he was kind. Maybe this could be the start of a nice neighborly relationship. You took a deep breath and stood up, deciding to focus on the positive. You had done a nice thing, and that was what mattered.

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Meanwhile, in Suguru’s apartment, he debated what to do with the bag of baked goods. Should he throw them away? The three different flavors of bread, including a rosemary-scented loaf he presumed to be sourdough, made his stomach almost growl. The blueberry muffins looked a little too perfect, and the milk bread seemed as soft as a cloud. He should throw these away; the food was tainted by a non-sorcerer, after all.

Suguru debated for a few moments, finally deciding to just leave them on the counter. The twins would eat them anyway. At eight years old, they were both eating quite a bit. He was only slightly tempted to partake but decided to leave them there for the night.

It was currently nine in the evening as he made his way to his own bedroom. He double-checked to find both girls sleeping soundly in their room, leaving the door just a crack before heading to his own. As he lay in bed, he read through any documents that needed to be signed for the organization that his assistant had sent over.

As he sifted through the paperwork, his mind kept drifting back to you. Your awkwardness, your genuine offer of kindness—it was disarming. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had approached him so openly, without any hidden agenda. It was a refreshing, albeit confusing, change from the norm.

He shook his head, focusing back on the documents. Relationships with non-sorcerers were complicated, dangerous even. He had to maintain his distance. Yet, a small part of him couldn’t deny the curiosity about his new neighbor.

The next morning, Suguru woke early as usual. He prepared breakfast for the twins, trying to ignore the tantalizing smell of the baked goods still sitting on the counter. When Nanako and Mimiko finally shuffled into the kitchen, their eyes lit up at the sight of the muffins and bread.

“Geto-sama, did you make these?” Nanako asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“No, our new neighbor did,” Suguru replied, watching their faces for any reaction.

“Can we try them?” Mimiko asked, already reaching for a muffin.

Suguru hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Go ahead.”

The girls eagerly took bites of the muffins, their faces lighting up with delight.

“These are so good!” Nanako exclaimed, her mouth full of muffin.

“Yeah! Can we meet the neighbor and thank them?” Mimiko added, looking up at Suguru with hopeful eyes.

Suguru smiled softly, their enthusiasm infectious. “Maybe later. For now, enjoy your breakfast.”

As he watched the twins happily munch on the baked goods, Suguru couldn’t help but feel a small pang of guilt. Perhaps he had been too quick to judge. Maybe, just maybe, not all non-sorcerers were the same. Or maybe, you were the one that was different from the rest of them. He pondered for a moment, what would you think of his lifestyle, would you be afraid of the blood on his hands, would you still look up at him with that awkward shy smile of yours?

🖤🤍

(I just realized I made his waist way too slim whoops 🙏)

the chokehold JJK men have on me… insurmountable.

Geto please</3

Wip, God I love this mentally unstable man

Suguru taking a bath<3

Fem Satoru and Suguru WIP <3

Fem Geto’s outfit is one of Elvira’s also someone said Gojo with cat eye glasses and I’m in love

Women♡

Fem! SatoSugu once again, some pose practice and textures. They would be viral on Pinterest 100%

Bon appétit!ᝰ.ᐟ nurse Fem suguru >:)

Plus Kenny under the cut a little blood warning

Sprinkles of Sweetness : S. Ge x Fem!Reader

[ In which Suguru Geto, the terrifying cult leader himself, has a Sanrio obsessed girlfriend! ]

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Suguru Geto strides into the room with his usual commanding presence, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. The cult members fall silent, their hushed whispers dying off as they part to make way for him. To them, Geto is terrifying—an enigma wrapped in shadow. His very aura demands respect and fear, and they dare not cross him.

But none of that matters to you.

The moment you spot him, your eyes light up like stars, a bright smile stretching across your face. You bounce over to him, clutching a plush toy of Hello Kitty in one hand and a bag filled with Sanrio goodies in the other. “Suguru! Look what I got today!” Your voice is light and cheerful, entirely out of place in the dimly lit hall where his followers gather.

Geto’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. He’s always like this around you. No matter how grim or intimidating he appears to others, when you’re near, his hard exterior softens. “What is it this time, Reader?”

You beam up at him, not at all fazed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Look, it’s a Pompompurin keychain! Isn’t he adorable?” You hold it up with both hands, the tiny, golden retriever-shaped charm dangling from your fingers. You shift a bit closer, your Sanrio-themed tote brushing against his black robes.

The cult members exchange confused glances, unsure of how to react. Geto—THE Geto—the man they fear and worship in equal measure, is being shown… a plush keychain? And more than that, he seems completely at ease. It’s surreal.

Geto’s eyes flicker down to the keychain, and though his expression remains largely unchanged, you catch the way his eyes soften, just for you. “Adorable,” he echoes, his deep voice a little warmer. “I assume you bought more than just that?”

You nod eagerly and pull out a matching Pompompurin notebook, stickers, and even a small tote bag adorned with Sanrio characters. “They had a sale, and I couldn’t resist!” You start to chatter about all the different Sanrio items you saw, your voice full of excitement. “Kuromi and My Melody stuff too! But you know, Pompompurin is still the cutest!”

The cult members are frozen in place, unsure if they should leave or stay. Some look visibly uncomfortable, but none dare to make a move without Geto’s dismissal. You, however, are completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Your focus is solely on Suguru, as if nobody else in the world matters.

He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, he revels in it. You’re his light, his constant in a world that’s grown increasingly cruel. He doesn’t care if his followers think it’s strange—he loves it. Loves the contrast between your sweetness and the fear he instills in others. To him, you’re a precious reminder of everything good that remains, and your obsession with Sanrio is just another charming aspect to your character.

“Why don’t you show me more later?” he says quietly, ignoring the wide-eyed looks from his subordinates. “We have some business to finish first.”

You nod enthusiastically, but your smile falters just a little. “Okay, but don’t take too long! I want to show you my Pompompurin stickers too, and maybe we can watch a Sanrio movie together?”

Geto gives you a rare, genuine smile—the kind that makes the cult members’ jaws drop. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”

You giggle and lean up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, completely unfazed by the deadly aura that usually surrounds him. “I’ll hold you to that! Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” With that, you skip out of the room, leaving a trail of cheerfulness in your wake.

Once you’re gone, Geto’s smile fades, and his expression returns to its usual steely calm. He turns to his cult members, the air growing thick with tension once more. “Let’s continue,” he says in a cold, authoritative tone.

As soon as you leave the room, the atmosphere shifts drastically. Suguru’s warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy, oppressive air that sends chills down the spines of his followers. His eyes narrow as they settle on the group before him, any trace of softness gone. He’s their feared leader once again.

“Where were we?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

The cult members immediately snap back to attention, hastily resuming their report. They speak quickly and carefully, terrified of making a mistake now, especially after witnessing such a stark contrast in his demeanor. It’s like watching a predator switch from playfulness to cold calculation, and no one dares question it.

But even as they continue, Geto’s mind wanders briefly back to you. He pictures you sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a sea of plushies and trinkets, eagerly waiting for him to join you. The image is so jarringly different from the reason he was holding this meeting, but it kept him from killing everyone in the room because they saw that.

He finishes the meeting swiftly, his orders sharp and unforgiving. The cult members scatter as soon as they’re dismissed, all too eager to be out of his presence. Geto doesn’t mind; their fear is useful to him. It keeps them in line, ensures that his plans move forward. But now, he has more important matters to attend to.

By the time he makes his way to the private quarters, he finds you exactly as he imagined. You’re curled up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your Sanrio treasures—Pompompurin plushies, notebooks, and stickers covering every available surface. You’re humming happily to yourself as you arrange your newest purchases, your energy a stark contrast to the shadowy world outside.

“There you are!” you chirp, looking up as soon as you notice him. You reach out, patting the spot next to you on the bed, and he doesn’t hesitate to join you.

“You finished faster than I thought,” you say, your eyes sparkling. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my sticker collection now?” You hold up a few sheets of stickers. “I’ve been saving this spot in my journal just for us to work on together!”

Geto leans back against the headboard, his hard exterior melting away as he watches you with quiet affection. “I suppose I can spare some time for that,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You grin wide, immediately scooting closer so you can show him the best spots for the stickers. “Okay, so I was thinking we could start with these little ones here,” you begin, pointing to the cutest Pompompurin stickers with excitement. “They’re so tiny and perfect for the corners!”

As you explain your sticker placement strategy, Geto listens with a level of patience and interest that would be unthinkable to anyone else. To his cult, he’s a ruthless leader. But to you? He’s just Suguru, the man who’ll sit and help you organize Sanrio stickers because it makes you happy.

“Are you sure this one should go here?” he asks, pointing at one of the stickers with mock seriousness. “It’s a bit off-center.”

You gasp dramatically. “Suguru, how could you question my sticker placement?” You lightly poke his arm, pretending to be offended. “I am the expert here, remember?”

His deep chuckle sends warmth through you, and you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Despite the horrors of his world, here, with you, everything is light and soft. You make him feel human in a way he rarely allows himself to be. It’s a fleeting escape, but one he cherishes more than anything.

“Fine,” he concedes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re the expert.”

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, snuggling into his side as you place the last sticker. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

You finish the journal together, filling it with your favorite stickers, and then settle back, basking in the comfortable silence that follows. Your head rests against his chest, the soft sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

“Suguru,” you mumble, your voice sleepy, “we should go to the Sanrio store together next time.”

He glances down at you, a rare warmth in his gaze. “You want me to go with you?”

You nod, eyes half-closed. “You’d look so cute with a My Melody keychain,” you tease, your words fading as you start to drift off.

Geto chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He doubts anyone in his life could ever picture him at a Sanrio store, much less with you hanging onto his arm, giggling over plush toys. But for you? He’d do it without hesitation.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low. “If it’s with you.”

As you drift into sleep, still clutching your Pompompurin plush, Geto holds you close. To the world, he’s a terrifying figure, the leader of a growing cult. But here, with you in his arms and your Sanrio treasures scattered around, he’s just a man in love with someone who brings color and sweetness into his otherwise bleak world. And for that, he’s endlessly grateful.

Cursed with Colds and Care! - S. GE x S. Go x E. S x Reader

[ In which you are sick with a cold and your lovers comfort you, but also get sick!! ]

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It was a rare occurrence for you to be out of commission, but today, you were undeniably defeated by a nasty cold. Normally, you could handle the daily demands of being a sorcerer—cursed spirits, missions, and endless training—but a common cold? Apparently, it had no mercy. You were wrapped up in layers of blankets in your dorm room at Jujutsu High, surrounded by tissues, your head pounding and body aching.

The grogginess of your illness kept you in a fog, barely conscious, until you heard the loud bang of your door swinging open.

"Alright! The cavalry is here!" came the too-loud voice of none other than Satoru Gojo, striding into the room like he owned the place. His signature sunglasses were perched on his nose, his hair even messier than usual, and in his hand was a giant shopping bag full of… something.

Trailing right behind him, with considerably more grace and an eye-roll to match, was Suguru Geto. He looked less than amused but still carried a faint smile on his lips as he observed the scene unfolding. “You’ve been in here, what—two days? Leave it to Satoru to come in like you’re on your deathbed,” Geto quipped, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

And, finally, in came Shoko Ieiri, hands stuffed in her white coat’s pockets. She looked as apathetic as always, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re not dying, you know,” she said casually, but you could tell she was actually concerned, in her own low-key way. “But you do look awful. You might want to stop letting Satoru make all the decisions while you’re out of commission.”

Gojo, feigning offense, huffed dramatically. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a great nurse!” He plopped down on the edge of your bed, leaning over to scrutinize you closely with his exaggerated expressions. “Poor, poor Reader! Stricken down by a simple cold. But don’t worry, I, Satoru Gojo, will bring you back from the brink!”

You groaned weakly, rolling over to face him, your voice raspy from a sore throat. “Satoru, I think I’ll be fine with just some sleep.”

“No, no, no!” Gojo declared, dramatically waving his hands in the air. “I’ve got just the thing!” He reached into his oversized bag, pulling out the most absurd assortment of items—a fancy-looking humidifier shaped like a panda, an expensive plush blanket, and a box of imported chocolates that probably cost as much as a small car.

Geto raised a brow, amusement clear on his face. “The chocolates, really? For a cold?”

“Of course!” Gojo grinned, completely serious. “It’s scientifically proven that chocolate makes people feel better. And the humidifier will help them breathe. Plus, the blanket’s just a bonus, ‘cause I’m a thoughtful guy.”

Shoko sighed, pulling a cigarette from her pocket and twirling it between her fingers (though she wisely chose not to light it indoors). “He’s hopeless,” she said, though there was a faint smile on her lips. She stepped closer to your bedside, nudging Gojo aside to take your temperature with the back of her hand. “You’re running a bit of a fever. But nothing dangerous. Just need to rest up.”

“I told you,” you muttered, sinking deeper into your cocoon of blankets. “I just need rest. You guys didn’t have to come by…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Geto cut in, moving to sit on the other side of your bed. His voice was soft, but there was a firmness to it. “Of course we’re going to check on you. You’d do the same for any of us.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Even when you were exhausted and feverish, you knew your friends meant well, even if Gojo had the subtlety of a sledgehammer. “Thanks,” you murmured, glancing between the three of them. “I just didn’t expect the grand parade.”

“Well, you know Satoru,” Geto said with a smirk. “Everything’s a spectacle with him.”

Gojo beamed proudly, unbothered by the teasing. “You’re welcome! Now, time for the healing powers of chocolate!” He unwrapped the box with the flourish of a magician, holding it out to you as if presenting the world’s greatest treasure.

Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose. “I think they need fluids more than overpriced candy.”

“I brought that too!” Gojo proclaimed, reaching into his bag and pulling out several energy drinks, each more neon-colored and suspicious-looking than the last. “These’ll perk you right up.”

You made a face. “Satoru… I don’t think energy drinks are the solution here.”

“They definitely are not,” Geto agreed, shaking his head. He took the box of chocolates from Gojo’s hands, much to the taller sorcerer’s dismay, and set them aside. “You need tea. Something warm. I’ll make you some.”

You blinked, touched by his offer. “Suguru, you don’t have to—”

“I’m already up,” he said with a shrug, standing and heading towards the small kitchenette. “Besides, if we leave it to Satoru, you’ll end up with some kind of strange elixir.”

“I’m deeply offended,” Gojo declared, clutching his heart dramatically as he lay back on the bed next to you. “You don’t trust my healing powers at all, Reader?”

You gave him a weak smile, your body too tired to properly banter with him. “I’m sure your… unconventional methods work for someone. But I’ll take the tea.”

Shoko, who had been leaning against the wall with a smirk, moved to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of fever-reducing medicine she’d brought with her. “Take these,” she instructed, holding them out for you. “They’ll help bring the fever down. Suguru’s tea will take care of the rest.”

You obediently swallowed the medicine with a sip of water, feeling slightly less foggy as it began to take effect. “Thank you, Shoko.”

“No problem,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed where Gojo wasn’t sprawled out. “Just don’t let Satoru talk you into any of his weird recovery plans.”

Gojo gasped dramatically, sitting up. “I’ll have you know my plans are perfect. Look at Reader—they’re practically glowing already!”

You let out a weak laugh. “That’s just the fever.”

Geto returned with a steaming cup of tea, setting it down gently on the bedside table before sitting back down. “Here. It’s just plain tea with honey—nothing too fancy. Should help your throat.”

You reached for the cup, your hands trembling slightly, but Geto steadied it for you, holding it while you took a careful sip. The warmth was soothing, and you sighed in relief. “This is perfect. Thank you, Suguru.”

He smiled softly, still holding the cup for you as you took another sip. “Take it easy. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

Gojo watched the scene unfold, then pouted. “Hey, where’s my credit? I brought the fancy blanket!”

Shoko smirked, leaning back on her hands. “You want a medal for that, Satoru?”

“Maybe!” Gojo grinned, shifting closer to you. “But I won’t ask for one. I’m too humble.”

You snorted, feeling a little more alive with the tea warming you from the inside. “Humble? That’s a new one.”

The teasing continued, the familiar banter between the three of them making you feel a little more like yourself. Even through the haze of your cold, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to have them there. They might’ve been a chaotic trio, but they were your chaotic trio.

As the conversation continued, your eyelids began to grow heavier, the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your friends lulling you into a sense of calm. Suguru noticed, gently setting the tea aside and helping you lean back into your pillows.

“You should sleep,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “We’ll stick around.”

You nodded, too tired to argue, though you felt a small twinge of embarrassment at the idea of falling asleep while they were all there. “You don’t have to stay…”

“Of course we do,” Shoko said, stretching her legs out and making herself comfortable. “Besides, someone’s gotta make sure Satoru doesn’t try anything weird while you’re asleep.”

Gojo gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I’m a professional! I would never do anything weird.”

You laughed softly, your head sinking deeper into the pillow. “Sure, Satoru. Whatever you say.”

As your eyes fluttered shut, you felt the weight of Geto’s hand gently resting on top of yours, a quiet reassurance that they’d be there when you woke up. And in the background, Gojo’s voice was still going, something about being the best nurse in the world, while Shoko shot back sarcastic remarks.

Even through your feverish haze, you felt a warmth that had nothing to do with being sick. They might drive you crazy sometimes, but with friends like these, you knew you’d never have to face anything alone.

With that comforting thought, you finally drifted off to sleep, the sounds of their bickering lulling you into a much-needed rest.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how much better you felt. Your head wasn’t pounding, your throat wasn’t nearly as scratchy, and the fever that had left you weak and shivering had finally broken. Stretching beneath the cozy blanket Gojo had brought, you felt the lingering warmth of sleep leave your body, replaced with a refreshing clarity.

You sat up slowly, blinking as you adjusted to the morning light streaming through your dorm window. The room was quiet—eerily so, considering the chaos from last night.

And then you noticed why.

Scattered around your room were your three so-called “nurses,” each one looking far worse for wear than you had last night.

Gojo was slumped over in a chair, his long legs hanging awkwardly off the edge, sunglasses askew on his face, snoring loudly. There was a discarded tissue box at his feet, tissues spilling out onto the floor like a sad, crumpled mountain. His cheeks were flushed, not from his usual smug confidence, but from what was clearly a fever. Every so often, he’d let out a pitiful little cough between snores, completely oblivious to the world around him.

Geto, on the other hand, had claimed the couch near your window. He was bundled up in a pile of blankets, arms crossed over his chest, his usual calm and composed expression now marred by fatigue. His eyes were closed, but every so often he would let out a weak groan, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to find a better position. The usual stoic Suguru was clearly losing a battle to the very cold that had plagued you.

Shoko, who usually prided herself on being the practical one, was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting on her arm, looking the most unbothered by the situation. Despite her laid-back demeanor, there was no denying the slight paleness to her skin and the congestion in her breathing. She looked like she’d just resigned herself to her fate.

You blinked, piecing together the scene in front of you. ‘They all caught it? ‘

“Oh no,” you murmured under your breath, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement bubble up inside you. These three, who had spent the night tending to you—Gojo’s chaotic energy, Geto’s calm attentiveness, and Shoko’s dry practicality—were now all victims of the very illness they’d been trying to help you with.

Gojo let out a particularly loud snore, jolting himself awake with a startled, “Wha—?!” He blinked rapidly, then groaned, rubbing his eyes beneath his tilted sunglasses. “Ugh… why does my head feel like it’s been cursed?” His voice was hoarse and nasal, making him sound almost pathetic.

You bit back a laugh, watching as he slowly registered the situation. “Morning, Satoru,” you said, voice filled with quiet amusement. “Feeling okay?”

He turned his head to you, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He squinted at you as if trying to determine whether this was reality or some fever-induced dream. “Wait... you’re up? And you look fine?!” His voice cracked, and he dissolved into a fit of coughing.

“Seems like you guys caught what I had,” you said, now unable to stop yourself from grinning.

Gojo groaned dramatically, flopping back in the chair and throwing his arm over his eyes. “This is so unfair. I came here to save you, not to be infected!”

Across the room, Geto stirred from his blanket cocoon, one eye opening to observe the scene. He looked at you, blinking slowly. “You’re awake,” he muttered, his voice heavy with congestion. “And we’re sick.”

You winced, sitting up a bit straighter. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you guys to catch it.”

He waved a dismissive hand but immediately regretted the motion as he coughed into his blanket. “It’s fine. Just bad timing.”

Shoko rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as if she’d lost the will to move. “I knew I shouldn’t have let Satoru get so close. He’s a walking germ magnet.”

Gojo perked up at that, looking far more indignant than his sickly state should have allowed. “Me? You were the one breathing right next to them last night! You’re the doctor. Shouldn’t you have taken more precautions?”

Shoko turned her head lazily to look at him, her gaze unbothered. “And you’re the one who thought energy drinks and chocolates would cure a cold. You’re lucky we didn’t all die from a sugar overdose.”

Geto sighed, pulling his blanket up over his head as if to block out their bickering. “Both of you, shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though you quickly tried to cover it with a cough. “I feel really bad,” you said, sliding out of bed. “You guys did so much for me, and now you’re all suffering.”

“Trust me, we’ve dealt with worse,” Shoko said, her voice nasal and thick with congestion. “Just pass me those tissues, and I’ll survive.”

You grabbed the tissues and handed them to her, and then turned to Gojo, who had begun dramatically fanning himself as if his fever were an inferno. “I’ll get you some water, Satoru. Calm down.”

He pouted at you but didn’t protest, which was a clear sign of how miserable he actually felt.

As you moved around the room, gathering supplies—tissues for Shoko, water for Gojo, and more blankets for Geto—you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Last night, they had been the ones taking care of you, and now the roles were reversed.

When you handed Geto a fresh blanket, he peered out from his cocoon just long enough to offer you a faint smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice tired but genuine.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied, tucking the blanket around him.

“Hey,” Gojo called weakly from his chair. “Where’s my fancy nurse service? I expect top-tier care now that I’m on death’s door.”

You shot him a look, but there was no malice behind it. “You’ll get your fancy nurse service, don’t worry.”

“I’d like some tea,” Shoko mumbled from her spot on the floor, waving a hand in the air. “Suguru’s tea. None of Satoru’s concoctions.”

“Noted,” you said, making a mental list of what they each needed.

And so, for the rest of the morning, you found yourself playing nurse, bringing them tea, cold compresses, and whatever else they requested between weak protests and half-hearted bickering. Even though they complained, you could tell they appreciated it, the same way you’d appreciated them being there for you when you were down.

It wasn’t long before they all fell back into a restless sleep, their fevers making them groggy and irritable. You watched them with a fond smile, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the lingering remnants of your cold. Despite the chaos, these were your friends—the ones who would show up, sickness and all, just to make sure you weren’t alone. Even if it meant catching your cold in the process.

As you sat down in the chair beside them, finally able to rest, you couldn’t help but think that even though the roles had reversed, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were all in this together, through curses, chaos, and colds alike.