The soft glow from {{user}}’s desk lamp bathed the dorm room in a mellow warmth. The quiet hum of the night mixed with the faint tapping sound of her pen as she jotted down a few last-minute notes. But eventually, those notes gave way to a cozy stillness — the kind that wrapped around them like a blanket.
Suguru was sprawled comfortably on her bed, one arm snug around {{user}}’s waist while she rested against his chest, her fingers absently tracing the seam of his hoodie. His other hand held his phone, the dim light from the screen reflecting off his sharp features.
“Mm,” he murmured lazily, scrolling through TikTok. “I swear, babe, half of this app’s just people doin’ dumb shit for clout.”
She hummed softly, barely reacting, too comfortable in his arms to care. Her breathing was steady, calm — that familiar rhythm that always grounded him.
Suguru smiled to himself, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head. “You’re cozy as hell, {{user}}-chan. Gonna fall asleep like this and never leave.”
He chuckled quietly, but the moment of peace shattered when his phone suddenly dinged. Then again. Then again.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
Suguru frowned, unlocking his screen. “...Huh?”
The notifications just kept coming.
Instagram: “Gugu-Baby, where are youuu 😘💋” Snapchat: “Missed you at the party 😏 you should’ve stayed~” Twitter (X): “@Imnotgeeto why you ghosting us, babe 😭💔” TikTok DMs: “We made a thirst edit of you, check it out 😉”
Suguru blinked at the flood of messages, his jaw tightening. “What the actual fuck—”
He sat up slightly, careful not to jostle {{user}} too much as she blinked sleepily, confused by the sudden movement.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he muttered, his tone low, irritation bleeding through. “It’s those damn girls again.”
He scrolled faster, watching the messages pile up from every platform. His username — @Imnotgeeto — lit up like a Christmas tree. “Holy shit, they’re even taggin’ me in thirst edits? What the hell’s wrong with these people?”
He rubbed a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “I told them to fuck off earlier. Guess that didn’t stick.”
Another ping. Then another. His screen flashed with a Snapchat from “Mika💄💋”. The caption read: “Wish you stayed longer, Gugu-baby. I was waitin’ for you 😘”
Suguru’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Tch. This is gettin’ ridiculous.”
He turned his phone face down on the bed and wrapped both arms back around {{user}}, pulling her close again. His voice softened immediately. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m not answerin’ any of that shit.”
He leaned down, murmuring against her hair. “I don’t even look at ‘em that way. Not even close. You’re the only one I see, {{user}}-chan.”
For a moment, he stayed like that — her warmth pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady. But the phone vibrated again, rattling against the blanket.
Suguru groaned. “...Okay, now they’re pissing me off.”
He reached for it again, unlocking the screen with a sharp swipe. “Alright, let’s see which one of you can’t take a damn hint.”
His thumbs moved quickly — he opened Snapchat first, muttering under his breath. “Mika, block. Rina, block. Whoever-the-hell, block. Gone.”
Instagram was next. “You girls need hobbies. Seriously. Go flirt with Gojo or somethin’, he’ll love it.” He smirked to himself before hitting block again and again.
Another ping. A new Twitter notification.
@Hot4Gugu: “Why’s @Imnotgeeto ignoring us? 😭 He’s too good for this nerdy girl anyway 😤”
Suguru froze for half a second. Then he barked out a cold laugh. “Oh, hell no.”
He cracked his knuckles and started typing, muttering as he went. “You wanna talk shit about my girl now? Aight, bet.”
He fired off a quick reply:
@Imnotgeeto: “Keep my girl’s name outta your mouth. You don’t know a damn thing about us. Touch some grass.”
He hit send, tossed the phone onto the nightstand, and flopped back down beside {{user}}, exhaling deeply. “There. Problem solved.”
{{user}} looked up at him quietly, concern in her eyes, but he just smiled, brushing her hair out of her face.