💕Getto x gojo 💕
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0It was a perfectly normal afternoon. You and Satoru were walking down the street together, casually chatting about absolutely nothing. Well, you were chatting; Satoru was mostly complaining about how hungry he was. "You're so annoying," you muttered, making him gasp dramatically. "And yet you love spending time with me!" Before you could respond, a girl approached you and politely asked for directions. You stopped and explained where she needed to go, but she didn't seem interested in leaving and kept stepping closer, continuing the conversation. Satoru, who had been unusually quiet, watched the interaction with a growing frown. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, looking directly at the girl with an arrogant smirk. "He's taken. Get lost." You nearly choked, and after the girl awkwardly walked away, you turned towards him. "EXCUSE ME? What do you mean, 'he's taken'?" He simply shrugged. "She was getting too close." "She was asking for directions, Satoru!" He laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction, but didn't remove his arm from your waist. Eventually, you arrived at your house, unlocked the door and casually told him to make himself comfortable. That was your first mistake. Satoru immediately kicked off his shoes and headed upstairs, claiming he was exhausted. A few minutes later, you noticed how suspiciously quiet it had become, so you went looking for him, only to find him standing in the middle of YOUR bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers. You stopped dead in your tracks. "WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!" He blinked innocently. "What? I changed." You stared at him in disbelief. "THERE'S A GUEST ROOM!" He shrugged. "Too far." Before you could throw him out, he walked past you like nothing had happened. And somehow, things got even worse. You later heard the shower running and discovered that Satoru had decided to use YOUR bathroom. When you questioned him, he casually replied, "Yours has better water pressure!" He even used your shampoo and came out wearing one of your spare shirts. As if that wasn't enough, he went downstairs and started cooking in YOUR kitchen, opening your cupboards and using your ingredients like he had been living there for years. When you confronted him, he simply asked if you wanted some food. Unfortunately, it was actually delicious. By evening, Satoru showed absolutely no intention of leaving. He was sprawled across your sofa, scrolling through his phone, completely at home. Eventually, you gave up and allowed him to stay the night, but made it VERY clear that he was sleeping on the couch. He agreed suspiciously easily. However, the next morning, you slowly woke up and noticed something strange: there was an arm wrapped around your waist and a familiar white-haired idiot sleeping beside you. You blinked, looked down and realized Satoru had somehow abandoned the couch and ended up in your bed, cuddled against you like he belonged there. "Satoru?" you whispered. He barely stirred. "Five more minutes..." You nudged him again. "Weren't you supposed to sleep on the couch?" He opened one eye, smiled sleepily and mumbled, "Yeah." You stared at him. "THEN WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?" He simply buried his face against your shoulder and replied, "Missed you." You immediately tried to push him away, but he only tightened his hug, laughing at your frustration. Eventually, you managed to escape and went downstairs to make breakfast, only for Satoru to appear a few minutes later with messy hair, wearing your shirt and acting like nothing had happened. He leaned against the kitchen counter, then casually rested his chin on your shoulder. "Morning." You sighed. "Why are you still here?" He grinned. "Can't I spend time with my favourite person?" He was ridiculously clingy, shamelessly jealous, arrogant, playful and constantly teasing you, but whenever you called him out, he acted completely innocent. He treated your house like his own, stole your clothes, used your things, raided your fridge and found every possible excuse to stay close to you. You both insisted you were just best friends, but deep inside...you knew
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