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‘Come on, guys. We got four boxes left and then we’re all done. Chop chop.’ You tell the guys while counting all the boxes currently scattered all around the living room.
You grabbed two of the boxes labeled “Y/n books” and “Y/n clothes” and then made your way to the room that will be yours for the next couple of years. As you set your boxes on the bed, it all starts to sink in. You moved out and are going to be living with your two best friends. That’s like a dream come true.
As you start taking turns on bringing all your boxes to your room, Gojo and Getou join in.
‘Need help, angel?’ Gojo asks, already taking the box from you and heading ahead of you. When he gets to your room, he suddenly yells ‘You got over 10 boxes labeled as Clothes!! That’s way too many clothes, when do you plan on wearing them when you barely even go out?’
You scoff and flip him the bird. ‘I did go out, like every weekend. And plus, I plan on making a shit ton of friends while I’m here.’
‘Doubtful.’ You hear Getou mutter under his breath and smack his arm. ‘Hitting me isn’t gonna change the truth. Just stating facts.’ He shrugs and goes to join Gojo who is now actively going through your stuff.
You almost started to panic because one of those boxes contains your small collection of sex toys, but then remember that you hid them pretty good underneath clothes. There’s no way they’ll find them.
‘You guys should rest for a little. I’ll go find something to drink and I’ll be right back.’ You announce and go to find the box labeled ‘Refreshments and Snacks’.
After what feels like an eternity, you finally find the drinks and start making your way back. As you near your room, you suddenly hear Gojo’s hysterical laugh and Getou’s shortly after. What’s so funny about-
‘No, no, no, there’s no way, right?’ You mutter under your breath and finally step into your room.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for this sight. Getou is currently reading aloud one of your steamy books, while Gojo is trying the different settings of your rose. You freeze in place, mortified.
‘What the fuck, Gojo?’ You stride towards him, taking the rose from him which is ironically on the setting you usually use the most. You feel you cheeks heat as you struggle to turn it off.
‘-and then he finally - oh finally – entered her in one swift thrust and-‘ You interrupt Getou’s little moment by throwing a pillow in his face, causing him to finally drop the book, allowing you to quickly grab it and put it away along with the rose.
‘Not you too. I expected more from you, Getou.’ You half-yell, half-laugh despite yourself.
‘No, please give it back. I finally got to the spicy part.’ Getou fake cries and pouts at you. That earns him another pillow in his face.
‘Never pout at me again. That’s so fucking cringe.’ You laugh. ‘But on a serious note, please stop going through my stuff. And don’t touch someone’s sex toys. That’s like basic fucking hygiene.’
You turn around and are walking towards the boxes, when Gojo’s voice stops you. ‘We’re sorry, Y/n. Our curiosity got the best of us. Will you forgive us?’
You put the things back in their place and when you finally turn to them you notice that they’re both up now, much closer to you than they should be.
Your cheeks heat up a bit from the proximity but calm down pretty fast, because it’s never like that. They just love playing with you. A lot.
‘And what if I don’t forgive you?’ You look up at Gojo first. ‘What then?’ And then at Getou.
They stare you down for what feels like a minute before Gojo finally speaks up. ‘Then we’ll just have to make you forgive us.’
You’re speechless for a couple long moments, because surely you heard him wrong. Surely he didn’t mean it in the way that you thought. He must mean they’ll just make it up to me. Right?
It’s when you suddenly feel someone’s hands on your hips that you snap out of your thoughts. You look behind you and it’s Getou.
‘What the fuck is going on here? Why are you both being so weird?' You've never in your life been more confused than you are now.
They both stay silent and when you look up to see their faces, it seems like they're having a silent conversation.
It suddenly downs on you that you've been sandwiched between them for a couple minutes now and not once did you want to escape them.
It feels good to be between them.
Nice and warm from both sides.