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To Gojo’s great and undying annoyance, Geto was more popular with the girls out of the two of them.
It wasn’t like Gojo himself suffered from a lack of attention: when he turned on his charms, he could make the majority of girls swoon at least a little bit. He knew he had a cute face and he was NOT afraid to use it.
But Geto…
Well, it was like the asshole didn’t even have to TRY. No matter where he went, girls would check him out. That started at the mere sight of him, but lord help them all if Geto opened his mouth; his smooth voice and pretty words made it game over for anyone else, EVEN GOJO.
It wasn’t a competition or anything. It was not. (Because if it was, Gojo would be losing.) Still, he couldn’t help but observe Geto while he was out charming girls, trying to figure out what exactly about him made them tick. Was it his smooth, deep voice? His glossy hair? His piercing, focused eyes? The proper and composed image of himself he constantly held up for others? Or the gauges in his ears which hinted there was something behind that image?
No matter how much Gojo watched, he couldn’t figure out what exactly worked for all the girls. All those things were points in his favor, for sure, but at the end of the day it was just Geto, nothing more. And sure, Gojo also found himself entranced by his performance sometimes. But that was just Geto, too. Nobody was immune to his gravity. That’s just how Geto worked, and everyone had to live with it, Gojo had long accepted.
So why were all these girls fawning over him like their very LIVES depended on it?
It was perfectly alright—well, tolerable—until Geto started to reciprocate the girls who took interest.
It had been at least a month since that started happening.
Gojo got used to being introduced to new girls at a fairly rapid pace—when he was introduced at all, that is. All too often he would simply find Geto and some random girl… hanging out. (Or making out, more likely. And seriously, how the hell did Geto get approval for the girls to be within Jujutsu High’s barrier? Or was goody two-shoes actually breaking rules for them?)
And today, he’d been abandoned at the front of Jujutsu High’s gate for some measly “date.” He was excited to spend an afternoon messing around with some video games or maybe even a movie with his best friend; he’d been feeling elated after a particularly successful mission, though that wasn’t a rarity with the pair of them, when Geto had turned to him and said—
“Sorry, Satoru. Can’t head back with you right now.”
Gojo had turned around, confused. “Huh? Why not?” Where else could you possibly have to be? he meant.
“Got a date to get to soon,” Geto said, already starting to walk backwards as if afraid that Gojo would sabotage his date or try to keep him here or something.
(Gojo had done so before, in fact, and he certainly thought he might again.)
But Geto had given him one last nervous smile from a safe distance away and left Gojo alone on the steps, trying to piece together the drastic turn his afternoon had taken.
Right—Geto was with yet another girl. Gojo had even been allowed to meet and talk to her properly this time. Which probably meant it was more serious, or something. At the very least, this girl had already lasted more than two weeks… which made Gojo’s stomach feel all sorts of unpleasant things he didn’t want to explore.
He rolled his eyes. He was glad Geto wasn’t here to correct his “unruly” and “disrespectful” behavior, and he stuck his tongue out at the space beside him.
Then he just got sad that Geto wasn’t here with him. Because he was with that girl instead.
She annoyed Gojo more than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t like he didn’t have his own admirers, after all; he had plenty of girls fawning over him, especially when he turned on his charm! He could definitely catch their attention if he tried. It wasn’t his fault Geto was just naturally prettier. He just had all the luck sometimes, Gojo thought, grumbling. It wasn’t fair for someone to look like that.
He kicked rocks all the way back to Jujutsu High, trying to plan what he would do for the rest of the day. It was much harder without Geto. It wasn’t like Gojo monopolized his time, but…
No, wait, it kind of was that way, wasn’t it? He wanted to be around Geto all the time. Not only did they go on missions together all the time, but when they were free, Gojo would always seek out his best friend first if he was even mildly bored. They ended up spending a lot of time together, which was just the way Gojo liked it. He wanted Geto all to himself.
He paused in his tracks, mulling it over.
All to himself. Those were the exact words that had passed through his head. Gojo had reached his room by now, and he started pacing in the widest circle he could.
The more he pondered it, the more true it felt. Gojo was possessive of Geto; he WAS jealous whenever the guy spent time with others.
Gojo sighed loudly and decided that in that case, it might be good to spend time away from him. He flopped hopelessly onto his bed, throwing an arm over his face dramatically. Even though Geto wasn’t here to see it. Which bummed him out all over again.
Then, quietly, a thought came to him:
He was jealous when Geto spent time with girls specifically.
And not girls like Shoko… girls he was dating.
Gojo’s eyes widened. The revelation shocked him to his core, but was at once utterly unsurprising. Of course this would happen. Of course he would fall for his pretty best friend.
It only made sense that Gojo would fall for Geto, really. The only thing that didn’t make sense was how long he’d gone without knowing it.
Because of course Gojo would fall for his pretty best friend, then not realize it, then keep being a miserable wet sock whenever said best friend tried to find happiness.
He cursed himself internally, then stood up immediately. Once he managed to get his feet moving again, as if in a trance, he suddenly realized how much sense it all made. All the pieces fell into place following that one quiet thought. Seriously, how many times a day did Gojo think of Geto as pretty? He’d really believed that was NORMAL for friends to do? How long had he been thinking of Geto as the only thing he needed in his life, while Geto was out there actively looking for love? How many times had Gojo been jealous of Geto’s dates without even knowing it?
No wonder Geto thought he was annoying. He groaned, covering his face, then glanced surreptitiously around to find that there was still nobody there. Obviously.
Gojo was not good at hiding things. Realizing his feelings now had the potential to make things go very, very badly between him and Geto. He had never even considered the thought of dating Geto, but now the thought of never having the chance weighed heavy on his heart.
Still, now that he’d realized the truth behind his feelings towards the girls, one thing was clear: he had to stop messing up Geto’s chances at a beautiful, happy relationship.
(Gojo wanted to throw up a little at the thought, but he was determined to at least try.)