gojo cope fic

(iv) yours

"i can't breathe"

"kinky"

"leave my room"

"you're so hospitable"

you decided to just start making out with him again because talking to him would just piss you off. he welcomed it, no surprise there, grabbing your hair and pushing his knee between your legs.

"good morning", he whispered into your ear, making you cling to him and listen to his heart beat.

"good morning satoru", you breathed.

"i'm so single", maki mumbled from across the room.

-•-•-•-

halloween time. halloween party time.

you were attending a halloween party and satoru was attending a halloween party but there was no talk of matching costumes.

you didn't actually care because you were going with maki and mai as the power puff girls, emphasis on the PUFF. it had been decided for a while.

still no sex. no sex with satoru.

you were annoyed at this man. he was not giving you the reaction you wanted. he was not antsy and desperate. he was apparently being respectful. ugh, as if.

you frowned into your mirror as you did your make up for the night.

or.

you slowly paused, blender nearly falling from your hands.

maybe. it's not that he's not getting sex.

he's not getting sex from you. and you guys are not exclusive bro. join the dots.

now you just wanted to scream at the mental image of him fucking someone that was not you.

here are the consequences of your actions. you were the one that didn't wanna be exclusive. and GUYS ARE PIGS THEY AREEEE. they cant live without sex.

so obviously gojo is fu-

gojo is fucking other people

fuck

you buried your face in your hands. but you were quick to look back up. let's be fair, you told yourself. you don't know that any of this is actually true. you're assuming the worst.

you looked back up in the mirror and quietly picked up a cotton pad with micellar water on it. you dabbed slightly under your eyes before blinking several times.

then you smiled. don't be a buzzkill.

-•-•-•-

the party was like a normal college party except everyone was in costumes. boring. the same alcohol, the same people, the same weed, the same conversation.

unless you're stoned. then it's almost always pretty cool.

and of course you had showed up with the whole place moving before your red eyes, head spinning. however, all you could do was search for satoru.

then you realised bad decision. because you found his fuckass white hair as soon as you looked for it. craning over a girl too close to him for your liking.

you recognised his costume. he was dressed as some sorcerer guy from an anime that everyone told him he looked exactly like. his god complex matched that of said character.

he wore a high neck jacket with pants and paired it with round rimmed sunglasses.

he seemed interested in said girl. she did too, evidently.