NADA - Geto Suguru X OC X Gojo Satoru

Double Date

Nanami eyes almost glazed when he saw her eat pizza like it was the best thing in the world. His lips parted a little as he watched her through his glasses, her tongue caressing her lips scorched his throat, "I heard your first solo mission went well," and the strength it took him to not kiss her was driving him mad.

"It did," her soft giggle sent his head in a spiral. He leaned closer to her, "that's very good," his thumb caressed the smoked olive oil off of her lips before he plopped his thumb into his mouth. "Very, very good."

Yuriko froze in her seat as he inched closer to her, internally thanking god that the Jujutsu High cafeteria was empty. "I'll say this only once..."

"What is it?" She wasn't even the least bit intimidated. She knew Nanami was being Nanami and she played along.

"Let me take you out." And how difficult it was for him to say 'take' instead of 'eat'.

That wasn't what she expected, but she quickly composed herself, leaning a little more closer, "but men gross me out."

"I'm not as dumb as Gojo san, I can promise you that," he coldly said, "you can pick the time. You can pick the place." He said with a small smile on his face, his mind letting her pick positions as well.

"But you don't like working overtime." She innocently said.

"You're definitely not overtime." He chuckled as he leaned in for that kiss, but as his lips barely grazed hers, he was forced to pull away because of a loud noise; of Satoru slamming his tray between them to add some distance.

When Satoru walked in on Nanami almost kissing the girl he'd dream about, he lost his shit. But his head automatically thought about how good she looked as Nanami almost kissed her.

'Does she look that good when she kisses me?'

And just before Nanami could claim what was his, he slammed his tray between them, alerting Nanami. He sat in a chair between them, "okaaay, let's have lunch!" He said and Nanami sighed in annoyance, "we're in the middle of something."

"I saw that. You're not kissing her." Satoru plopped a piece of apple into his mouth, "not as long as I'm around."

"Yuriko, let's go to my house." Nanami said, "I promise he won't be around."

"She has class right after lunch."

"I have 15 minutes before I should go." Was all she said before she let them resume. She loved it.

"You blew up your chance, Gojo san. Go away now," Nanami got up from his chair before sitting in the one next to her. "Now, where was I, Yuriko?"

"Very close to me." She was enjoying this more than she had to.

"Oh, that's right." Nanami didn't hesitate to cup her face with his hand, but just before he could kiss her...

...Satoru held her chair pulling it away from Nanami and towards him, "you can't have this one, Nanami. This one's mine." He gently patted her head while Nanami's expression remained unchanged, "you clearly fucked up."

"And I intend to fix every bit of it," Satoru said. It was very apparent that the two had forgotten she was even there, it looked like an intense staring contest. "You won't win a fight with me, Nanami~" he cooed.

"I have a feeling I'll win this one." Nanami said as he held her chair to pull her back towards him, but Satoru wouldn't let go.

"You'll break the chair," Yuriko squealed when the tension between them became unbearable and they let go. "Who do you choose, Yuri?" Satoru was so close to her face, she turned crimson. "You're not serious about this", she said before turning to look at Nanami's face which bore the same frigid expression. "Oh, must I?"

"Unless you want a threesome," Satoru cooed in her ear and she had an instant temperature spike, "NO" she vigorously shook her head.

Nanami was dead against the idea of a threesome. He wanted Yuriko, and all to himself. He wouldn't let Satoru join them even if hell froze over, "I accept the challenge." He said as he fixed his tie. "May the best date win." Nanami's idea was mind blowing.

"What makes you think I'd want to go out with him?" She pointed at Satoru, making Nanami chuckle.

"I know I fucked up big time. It's probably the worst date you've ever had." Satoru sincerely apologised and she nodded, "it was."

"Geez, was Suguru actually good at this?" Satoru asked but didn't want to know the answer to that.

"The best. He was the nicest gentleman I've ever come across." She had making Satoru roll his eyes, "Fine..."

"...but let me make it up to you, I'm not as bad as you think I am." Satoru's voice went low, strumming unknown chords in her stomach. "I'll... I'll think about it."

"Are you two scaring Yuriko sensei?" Maki interrupted, she'd come looking for Yuriko who hadn't shown up for their class. That's when Yuriko realised what it looked like. Nanami's face was cold as ever with how mad he was at Satoru, and Satoru was so close to her, it intimidated her. Both of them did. And their staring content made Yuriko want to curl in a corner. "Nope," but Satoru wouldn't move away from Yuriko. "She'll be in class in five. Give us a minute."

"Sensei," Maki said to Yuriko before she headed back to class, "if they're bothering you, let us know."

"Okay." Yuriko barely managed to whisper.

"Dinner tonight?" Nanami asked before Satoru could.

"Okay." She agreed, "do you want me to-"

"Leave everything to me," Nanami said, "I'll pick you up at 7."

Satoru scoffed beside her, "you'll have coffee with me then?"

"No" she said making him scowl, "that's not fair. How does Nanami get to take you out for dinner?"

"Unlike you, he's not an asshole who'd leave another girl hanging and then forget about it." She had a valid point.

"Fine!" Satoru leaned back into his chair, "but I'll win."

"This isn't a Jujutsu battle," Nanami said, "I know I won't lose this one."

"Okay, you two can bicker all you want. I'll be heading to class" Yuriko said, almost getting up to leave. But she wanted to watch Satoru seer on a hot grill for what he'd done. "Kento Senpai~" she leaned in before placing a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek and he stiffened in his seat as his face turned hot and his ears turned red, "I'll... I'll see you in the evening," he cleared his throat, trying to mask the fact that she completely threw him off.

Satoru was feral. His idea of a friendly competition was turning into a war. His insides twisted when he saw her lips on Nanami's face, his mind thinking of ways to punish her when he finally claimed her again. "Are you angry, Gojo san?" Nanami's voice was back to being calm as usual.

"Enough to fucking pulverize you."