(y/n) was a passionate guy, a jujutsu sorcerer and, safe to say, a lover too. You see, he had a crush, more like, he was in love.
"Geto..." (y/n) frowned, "Are you smoking again?" he crossed his arms as he stared down at the black haired male, squatting down in the corner of the school sports ground, with a puff in his hands. He quickly chuckled and threw the smoke under his feet.
"Aha ha... It's just a puff Shoko gave me..." he looked aside and then again looked at (y/n), "Please don't tell the teacher. Man, I will be in trouble... Please bro..."
*Cracking noises as (y/n) turns to stone*
'BRO!?'
So, he did have a crush, our guy (y/n) I mean, but you see, he wasn't just friendzoned by his crush, rather, he was buried, in the deepest, darkest depths.... Of the brozone.
Thus we begin, the story of our lovely lover boy, (y/n) and the very clueless Geto Sugaru.
Me?
Oh, My name's Gojo, Geto's my bestie, this is what he told me about how he and his boyfriend got together and how they fuc-
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Let the author narrate Shit-toru!
*Gojo is dragged outside*
*Author (Zest) steps in*
A-ahem, thank you. Moving on, let's start.
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(y/n) was walking down the hallways of the Jujutsu tech, humming to the music playing in his ears as he made his way to the classroom.
