Whispers of a forgotten past. (A Gojo satoru x geto suguro x reader fanfic)

the most majestic feeding experience of your life.

The next morning arrived with the soft rays of the sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. As I stirred awake, I became aware of the gentle rise and fall of the two figures on either side of me—Gojo and Geto.

My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself sandwiched between them, their peaceful expressions in slumber making my heart skip a beat.

Careful not to disturb them, I shifted slightly, my gaze alternating between Gojo and Geto. Their features softened in sleep, and a fond smile tugged at my lips as I observed them.

I shifted carefully, trying to get out of bed.

Feeling the arm wrap around me, I turned slightly to find Geto's gaze on me. His eyes held a mixture of warmth and playfulness as he whispered, "Where do you think you're going, Y/n?"

I chuckled softly, my fingers tracing patterns on his arm. "I was going to get up and make breakfast, but it seems like someone has other plans."

He tightened his hold on me, his lips curving into a gentle smile. "I don't think we're in any rush, are we?"

As I glanced over at Gojo, who was still partially asleep, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. "Well, Gojo might be a little disappointed if there's no breakfast waiting for him."

Geto's expression turned thoughtful, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back. "I suppose we could make breakfast together. It's about time I tried my hand at cooking."

I raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh, really? I didn't know you had hidden culinary talents."

He chuckled, his voice a low rumble. "Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

As we shared a quiet moment, Gojo stirred awake, his drowsy gaze landing on us. "What's all this about cooking?"

I grinned at him. "Geto wants to show off his culinary skills and make us breakfast."

Gojo's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "Geto, cooking? Now that's something I have to see."

Geto chuckled, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair. "Don't worry, Gojo. I'll make sure it's edible.

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The three of us found ourselves in the kitchen, each of us assigned a task for our little cooking adventure. Geto was mixing dough with a focused expression, his movements precise and deliberate. Gojo was stationed by the stove, attempting to flip pancakes with a combination of skill and playful flair. And I was tasked with setting the table, making sure everything was ready to be served.

As I carefully arranged plates, utensils, and glasses, I couldn't help but steal glances at Geto and Gojo. The sight of them cooking together was endearing and oddly heartwarming. Geto's concentration contrasted with Gojo's occasional antics, and it was clear they had their own rhythm in the kitchen.

Gojo's pancake flipping skills resulted in a few comically uneven pancakes that earned laughter from both of us. Geto shot him a playful grin before returning to his chopping, but I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Hey, Y/n, how's the table looking?" Gojo called out, his voice tinged with mirth.

I glanced over at them with a smile. "Almost ready. Just a few finishing touches."

As I made my way over to the stove to assist Gojo, I couldn't resist leaning in to steal a quick kiss. His lips met mine with a mix of surprise and delight, and we shared a moment that felt incredibly intimate despite the playful atmosphere around us.

"Ahem," Geto cleared his throat, pretending to be serious. "Should I leave you two alone in the kitchen?"

I pulled away from the kiss, my cheeks flushing slightly. "Sorry, babe. We got a little carried away."

He chuckled, a soft smile on his lips. "It's quite all right. Just make sure I'll be getting some of those kisses aswell."

As the three of us continued to work together, the kitchen filled with the aroma of cooking food and the sound of our shared laughter. It was a simple, ordinary moment, yet it felt like so much more.
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I grinned as I took a bite of the pancakes, savoring the delightful blend of flavors.
"Oh my- these pancakes taste amazing!"
I said.
"I'm glad you like them. But you can thank Gojo for his... unique pancake flipping techniques."

Gojo winked playfully and struck a dramatic pose. "It's all in the wrist action."

Geto chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, they may not be perfectly round, but they definitely taste amazing."

I took both their hands into mine. " Thank you" I said looking at both of them. "I love you"

Their smiles brightened as I held their hands,

"We love you too," Gojo said with a genuine grin.

Geto's eyes softened, and he nodded in agreement. "Very much."

As I attempted to disentangle my hands from theirs, their grip only tightened, eliciting a playful protest from me. Their reluctance to let go was endearing and made me appreciate the bond we shared even more.

"But..." My stomach chose that moment to remind me of its empty state with a rather loud grumble. I couldn't help but laugh at the timing.

Gojo's grin turned mischievous. "I'll feed you."

I feigned shock, playing along with his playful offer. "Gojo Satoru wants to feed me?" I teased, emphasizing his full name.

Geto chuckled at our banter, shaking his head in amusement. "Just be prepared for his dramatic flair."

Gojo struck a pose, his expression exaggerated. "Get ready for the most majestic feeding experience of your life."

We burst into laughter, the playful atmosphere enveloping us.