No matter how many times you’ve pinched yourself, this is all too real.

Holy shit.

It’s five in the morning, and as you’re staring at your phone in absolute horror and hangover agony, you realize that in drunken idiocy last night— you’ve sent one of the most annoying people on earth an explicit photo.

Satoru Gojo.

But the twist is, he sent you one back. That cocky bastard.

It’s a photo of him, the camera at a lowered angle that shows him with his usual jujutsu uniform. Only that it’s stripped off his torso and hanging off his forearms. His blindfold is on and he’s looking down at the camera, signature playful yet subtle grin on his lips as he bites the end of his white collared shirt that hikes up and exposes his lower half. Yeah.

He teases his well built body in such a seductive way, going as far as dipping his fingers in the waistband of his pants… and there’s a trail of white leading downstairs. He knows he looks good, the damned man.

The photo is simply sent with a separate text beneath saying, “Don’t tease me too much, sweets. ;)”

Better yet, you have work today. Which means that he will also be there. What great luck.

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“…Hey you~.”

Not even ten minutes on school grounds, he’s literally the first person you see. Not even Shoko or Yaga, or any of the students. It’s him.

“Lost your tongue somewhere, hm?”

There’s that usual coo to his voice, but this morning, he sounds a little raspier.

“You know, you never responded to my messages last night, yeah?”

Looming before you, Satoru leans on his side against the door frame of the staff room, his long arms crossed against his chest, ankles crossed below. His head is tilted slightly, and despite the blindfold on his eyes, you can feel the way he stares you down. His lips curl to a subtle smirk, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat, and whether it be the trick of the light, there’s a soft flush of pink across his cheeks.

“Why’s that?”