Winner Takes All || Various!JJK X Reader

15: Favoritism Talks

Welcome back, everyone! Hope you guys had been doing well <3 You guys seemed to love the last chapter, cause there's a lot of two blushing perverts in our server's fanworks section. Which I wish I could show in Wattpad, but alas, Wattpad sucks, so check it out in the server instead!

Hopefully this chapter comforts you with whatever is happening in the JJK series right now <3

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The two dorks trailed after as you entered your home. With Gojo wailing apologies and Geto following mechanically,

Just like that, they stayed in your house even after your much-needed shower.

They said it was to apologize or whatever it is they wanted to do, but you had a feeling it was to check up on your 'injuries'—you didn't have any. At least, not anymore. You had already ran your hands in front of your face in the mirror over and over again enough to know.

If you didn't remember what happened, you would have thought today was just a normal day. A better than normal day, if Geto had still come back, despite the scenario not being so urgent anymore.

Perhaps that was also the reason why the two rooted themselves by your side. To recreate a normal day where you can forget everything again.

One thing led to another, until you found yourself watching Sazae-san on the TV after burning through a couple of weird movies from brunch up until sunset. Gojo's lazy legs draped over your lap, while Geto sat comfortably beside your knees, cross-legged on the floor.

Sometimes they'd talk to you, most of the time they'd commentate and argue about something ridiculous on the screen. Gojo even (force) fed you some of his caramel corn whenever you least expected it, and that ends up with a new argument from the two as well.

Well... they can fight over me if they really want to—

Yes, boohooo, you like attention just as much as the other person does. Only in moderation, of course. Everything is better enjoyed in moderation. Right now, as Gojo absent-mindedly stretched his arm behind your head and as Geto leaned his on your knees, your soul was ready to fly into the land of blissful moderation; the rest you needed after a long day of... death? Dying? Whatever happened already.

You're living your delusional JJK fan dreams, okay?

The only sad (or terrifying) thing aside from your death was the concern you have on your mother's reaction about the laundry you left behind.

Well, I'm sure the laundromat will be covered by Gojo anyways. Thus, you refrained from worrying about your bloodied and destroyed place of death, and more so on you and your mother's loss of a significant amount of clothing. Because no clothes were left alive. Not a single thing came back to you either, so you had to dress into some non-bloodied pajamas—the last of the clothing you owned that you rarely wore enough that they didn't need to be washed.

You told that to Gojo, how your mom really doesn't play when it comes to any of your belongings—not after your old house got destroyed by the same perpetrator again. He stared at you with a frozen smile, turning him paler than his normal skin tone, you almost thought he wasn't breathing.

In the end, you two had to listen to the cunning Geto Suguru's plans.

You were truly glad he existed. When your mom came home and she saw him immediately stand up and greet her with that smooth smile of his, she got distracted and started fussing over him instead.