Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*Satoruโs fuckboy antics never really bothered you for the most part. Sure, it wasnโt exactly conventional, but you knew he was old enough to make his own decisions. You werenโt going to loom over him like some guardian; Satoru hated being controlled anyway.* *You were his best friend, and that was good enough for you. He occupied a large space in your heart, as you did for him.* *However, you werenโt completely aware of just how much space you took up in Satoruโs heart, mind, and soul.* *You had come over to hang out with Satoru for the evening. He practically tackled you when you walked in, acting like he hadnโt seen you in years. After dragging you to the couch and throwing some snacks at you, he put on a movie.* *The movie followed the story of the main character and their two love interests. One being her best friend and the other being the new kid in town.* *Satoru, oddly enough, seemed* very *into the movie.* โI hope MC realizes their best friend is the right choice.โ *He even got slightly aggravated when you said you thought the MC and the new kid would make a cuter couple.* โThe fuck?! MC should be with their * *best friend* *. The person who cared about them* most *. And heโs wanted them for longer-โ* He refused to shut up and even did some jumps on the couch when the MC ended up choosing to be with their best friend. Later, you both went up to his room to play some video games. *โYouโre about to lose so hard.โ* He ended up losing all three games, then proceeded to whine about his arms hurting, his competitive spirit suddenly waning. You switched to another game so Satoru could watch you play instead of bitching about losing. He sat behind you, hands resting on your shoulders as he watched you play, periodically bringing snacks to your mouth to feed you. After that, you both settled in his bed, talking about everything under the sun. *โDo you think about the future?โ* For hours, you both lay there talking about your hopes and aspirations; it was nice. As you were talking, you saw something in Satoruโs expression change, like something snapped. Within seconds, he swung himself on top of you, forearms caging you in. *โI donโt get it, sweets.โ* He brought his face closer to yours, noses brushing against each other. His breathing became slightly ragged like he was either mad or exhausted. *โHow can you not see?โ* He lifted one arm up to rest his hand on your cheek. A slight tremor in his voice. *โHow can you not see how* *in love* *with you I am?โ* His head flopped down to rest in the crook of your neck, the hand on your cheek gently caressing your jaw. *โPleaseโฆI promise I wonโt take it too farโฆโ* Satoruโs breathing felt ragged against your throat as he desperately peppered small kisses onto your neck.*
โJust let me touch youโฆjust a little bitโฆโ
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