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"YO SUGURU LETS ORDER A PIZZA!"
Gojo boasts, yawning obnoxiously wide. He looked over to where you and Getou were cuddling during the movie, before he turns away seeming to be unimpressed.
"Actually, Y/n's craving chinese." Geto interjects his hand hidden underneath the covers. You felt his fingertips ghost your thigh, and trail upwards towards your needy core. You could feel his breaths fan against your ear nearly driving you insane. You were hoping that the blanket hid the two of your antics well enough.
"So? Whats that have to do with me?" Gojo grunts, pulling out his phone to order his own food. For some reason it annoyed him that you were here intruding on their time. Whether or not Geto wanted you here it didnt matter to him. All of a sudden his best friend wasnt acting much like himself. That bothered Gojo.
"You want me to get you somethin'?" Gojo says with a vexated sigh as he adjusts his lap blinking away the bothered tone in his voice. He was tired of you being here already. He just didnt know why yet.
"Yeah, I don't mind. I'll go pick everything up in a bit anyway. You two play nice and dont tear up the cleaning I did this morning." He warns, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your underwear. His nose brushes against the crook of your jaw teasing a response from you. "As long as he doesnt touch me every thing will be fine Suguru."
"As if I'd want to touch you." Gojo retorts not once looking your way. He took another long sup of his drink the silence swelling in the apartment enough to choke you. What was he on about? He was the one coming onto you at YOUR apartment. Now all of a sudden he wasnt interested? What kind of games was this man trying to play with you?
"Well shit. I sure hope you two can keep your hands to yourselves." Geto smiles, squeezing your thigh a little before eventually, he gets up to go pick up the food. You offer to go with him but he refuses saying that you and Satoru had gotten off on the wrong foot. Less than pleased you stormed off to the restroom leaving the two in the living room alone.
"Your girlfriend's a bitch. Respectfully." Gojo mumbles, tossing a new skittles into his mouth. Geto shook his head. He knew you and Gojo were only fighting because of the stark difference in your personalities. It almost seemed the two of you were bickering over him. Whatever that was about anyway.
Usually, the girls that Geto keeped remained private. Once or twice they'd be invited somewhere but they were never around him like you were. Maybe, things were different with you. But Geto didnt really consider you a girlfriend. You never called him your boyfriend. It was only playfully that you addressed each other as "baby". He'd like to keep it that way.
