𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄

#7

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𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑴𝑬 ‧₊˚

— CHAPTER 7 ;
"evergreen, he controls me."

ᶻz "EVERGREEN—HE DOESN'T
even have to TRY."

📍GOJO'S PENTHOUSE

18:50pm.

"Get off of me, fatty!" You groan exasperatedly, voice cracking as you playfully shove Satoru's large body off of you. His bulky hands had somehow slowly found their way over to the sides of your waist and he didn't hesitate before absolutely tickling you.

"Nigga—stop!" You manage to choke out. As his fingers roamed up and down on your skin, your hold on the plushie inevitably weakened. At this point, you were certain that you couldn't breathe anymore.

"Just give up." He mocks, sapphire  eyes catching yours as he continues to endlessly tickle you. Giggling, you unclench the panda in defeat. "Fine, just get your big-bodied ass off of me!"

Satoru chuckles, swaying his head from left to right as he climbs off of the sofa. "Panda doesn't like you," He argues pompously, swiping the black panda plushie out of your two hands.

After the supposed two man you guys had shared at a fancy laser tag arena downtown, Jaida and Geto had returned home to their own humble abodes. You however, had somehow found yourself returning home with Gojo. The one and only, Gojo.

You sigh, exuding a long, motherly breath. You shift your attention onto the dark animal plushie and smirk.  That little panda was now your child, whether Satoru liked it or not.

"If you'd heard all the things that Panda whispered to me, I wouldn't be so sure of myself." You point out, sarcasm pooling from your tone.

The man in front of you playfully crosses his arms over his chest, head tilting downwards to the right. "Oh yeah?" Satoru shams, black button-up clinging to his skin as he taunts you even more. "Do tell."

You shoot him a look, "You in my business, nigga? That's automatic reparations."

"Nah, that's not what I—" He stops, pauses. "Fine. What's your cashapp?"

With a devious grin plastered on your face, you unhesitantly pluck your phone out of your left coat-pocket. Your fingers subtly graze his as you place your phone in the palm of his hands. Satoru shudders. He shudders, and your beloved phone falls onto the ground.

"My fault," He says apologetically, crouching down in the motion of retrieving your phone.

If you'd known beforehand that he had already tried to fetch it, you wouldn't be bent down on your knees, at eye—level with Satoru. Noses scraping, lips grazing and your composure absolutely crippling.

"Shit—I'm sorry," You say, rushing up to your feet. "I didn't mean to . ."

Satoru looks taken aback, almost shocked, "It's fine—"

The river nile would not be large enough to even merely carry, the embarrassment surging throughout your body right now.

"I should go." You mutter, eyes pinned to the ground.

"Y/n!" Satoru calls out, but at that point you were already out the door.