SATORU GOJO ‹𝟹

Suguru Geto, man of your dreams (..and wet dreams), the perfect blend of masculinity and grace. And with those features...you know he took after his mom. His humility and kindness was above all others.

Okay, enough of the cheesy shit: in all honesty, Suguru was hot as hell and you wouldn't complain if he tried...things. I mean, that package was definitely delivered by UPS that time he wore grey sweatpants...

And it didn't help how fucking nice bro was like UGH. Why couldn't he be a douche, or braindead, or something besides perfect..?

And then there's Satoru Gojo, professional man child, professional narcissist, also your best friend. Plus the perfect person to rant to on how Suguru had to be raised by lesbians (they raise the best kids istg..) to be so fucking perfect.

Sure, you were SUPPOSED to be playing Mario Kart with Satoru, and SURE this was the...thirty fifth time you talked about Suguru's lips, but....what did that matter?

And sure, you didn't notice the way Satoru's nose scrunched up, frown glossing his lips as if someone stole his cookie.

He's also got nice lips...but not as nice as Suguru's

"Y'knowwww..." Satoru began, feigning casualness as he plastered his typical cocky smirk on his lips. "Suguru's really not that great, I'm not just the greatest at all this sorcerer stuff...if ya know what I mean."

Idiot.