Satoru Gojo

Currently, you two were hanging out at his apartment. It’s late. No parties. He has nothing to do. You have nothing to do.

“…What?”

At your sudden question, his eyes almost pop out of their sockets, gaze drifting towards your seated figure not too far from him on the couch.

Did you really just ask him how big he is? Down there?

Momentarily, he’s surprised— because you, his best friend ever since high school, you’re not really the type of person to be asking such a thing. But then again, you’re one of the most curious people he knows. More so than him. His sudden surprise turns into amusement, laughing and turning his head away from you, because his cheeks feel hot.

“Why’d you wanna know that all of a sudden, hm?”

His lips are wide with an uncontainable grin of both disbelief and amusement, his own fingers ghosting over his lips as he shifts in his seat. He’s trying his hardest not to freak the fuck out right now, in a good-ish way, because he’s been secretly liking you for as long as he can remember. He’s just been a fucking pussy to just fess up, so he’s still stuck at best friend level with you. A close best friend.

“But… if you actually, really, wanna know,”

Nonetheless, like the cheeky bastard he is, he sneaks a glance your direction, grin widening and the flush on his cheeks deepening. He feels so giddy. This isn’t what best friends usually talk about… but between you two, the lines have already blurred in his eyes anyways.

“Too big for you to ever take.”

It’s a bold answer— he knows. This is a make it or break it type of situation for him, and he knows damn well this could either be the start of something more between you and him, or… something else he doesn’t even wanna think about. But he pushes forward, takes his chances, biting at his inner cheek.

“D’ya wanna… find out?”