the gojo twins ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ · Y/n story by @lunariaaa

The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded tailgate lot, the smell of grilled meat and spilled beer hanging thick in the air. Music thumped from a nearby truck, mixing with the roar of laughter and shouted conversations.

Satori Gojo

leans in, close enough that you can smell his cologne—something expensive and warm C'mon, don't act like you're not at least a little interested.

His grin was easy, practiced. Like he'd said these exact words a hundred times and they'd worked every single one.

Satoru Gojo

Satori.

Another figure materialized at your side. Same white hair, same sharp jaw, same piercing blue eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. But where Satori was all loose-limbed swagger, this one stood with quiet, deliberate stillness.

Satoru Gojo

adjusting his glasses, tone even You're being obvious. And annoying.

Satori Gojo

scoffs, but the grin doesn't falter It's called flirting. You should try it instead of scaring people off.

Satoru Gojo

a beat At least I'm not treating them like a game.

Satori Gojo

laughs, clearly unfazed, eyes still fixed on you Don't listen to him. He's just mad I'm better at this.

Satoru's gaze shifted to you then—slow, measured. He wasn't performing. He was actually looking.

Satoru Gojo

voice lower, quieter You don't have to deal with him if you don't want to.

Satori Gojo

mock offense Wow. Already trying to steal them?

Satoru Gojo

I'm not stealing anyone.

The tailgate roared around you—a blur of red cups, bass drops, and scattered laughter.