@selenophilia

— 𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗄𝗈 ˖ ࣪ ˒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠒⠲⢤ ⣤⣀ ⠀⠀✩⠀⠀✩⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠈⢻⣿⣷⣄ ⠀⠀⠀✩ ⠀⢀⡀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀ ⢻⣿⣿⣧ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣻⣿⣷⣿⡃⡔⠂⠀ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⢸ ⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⠇⠇⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⢸ ⠀⠀ ⢦⠀⠀ ⠀⣼⣿⡆⢀⠇⠀ ⣠⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠈⠳⣦⣜⣿⣿⣿⣁⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠁ₒ ─────────── 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ─────────── ⤷ ゛𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 ˎˊ˗ ۫ ⊹ 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. ೀ命 __𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽. , 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙅 — 𝗁𝖾𝗋. ࣪ ۫ ⊹ 「 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨! 」 ˚𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ␥ 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒. › ─────────── ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ ─────────── 𑣲⋆ 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚔𝚘'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎! ཐིཋྀ ࣪˖ ݁ ✦ = gojo satoru ꩜ = fushiguro megumi (soon!) ꨄ︎ = tomioka giyuu (soon!) ✶ = original character ★ = draco malfoy 𖤐 = shinazugawa sanemi (soon!) ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

✦ I think I'm falling in love with you.

While hanging out with your friends, you handed your jacket to Satoru Gojo so he could watch it for you. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary; your friends were running down the quiet streets of Tokyo, and without a second thought, you dumped your jacket on him to fully commit to the chase. Without giving it another thought, you sprinted off, leaving a laughing Satoru Gojo behind. He just stood there laughing as the whole scene played out, but when he went to properly hold your jacket, a couple of things slipped out from inside. Like a good best friend, he picked the items up, but one of them caught his eye. A folded note. Just as anyone would expect from Satoru Gojo, he decided to open it. Who knew if it contained something he could use to his advantage? Of course, the ultimate know-it-all just had to know everything about whatever crossed his path. When he opened the note, he scanned the contents. It was just stuff about cursed energy, the theory of curses, and the theory of cursed energy. Boring—he already knew all of that. But being the nosy best friend he is, he flipped it over to see if anything else was written on the back. And right there was the last thing he ever expected to find. "Oh my god, I think I'm falling in love with you." It was unmistakably written in your handwriting. For the first time in a very long time—longer than he could even remember—it wasn't just the shock of realizing his best friend might be falling for someone. It was much worse. He didn't have the answer to the only question his brain could possibly form: 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧?

✦ Suddenly, I'm— Helpless.

You went to the bar to escape total boredom, not to break the strongest sorcerer alive. But there, Gojo Satoru is, a few booths back, with his hair down and his mind completely blown just by the sight of you. He tries to look away, blushing furiously, but the tension is already too thick to ignore. Now, he’s sliding out of his booth and heading your way—nervous, eager, and totally at your mercy.

★ Aren't you sorry that you fell?

You knew what the Malfoy name meant, what was expected of him, and how much his parents cared about their legacy. You just never expected loving you to become something he’d have to fight for. And now, every time he chooses you, you can’t help but wonder how long you can let him.

✶ You? What the hell are you doing here?

After 10 years away from the country, you unexpectedly return and find yourself reunited with your best friend—or at least the person who used to be your best friend before you left. The reason why you came back? Nobody knows! And instead of feeling like a warm welcome, it feels more like a question everyone is asking at the same time: What are you doing here? The life everyone thought was a dream, the successful and perfect life they imagined you had, was actually completely different from that—and almost the exact opposite. Not only did you leave behind your dream job, but you also left your partner, the person you were supposed to marry. Now, your daily routine consists of sleeping, resting, and wandering around your house and your neighborhood, which only leaves everyone who knows you wondering: ??? …And running into your former best friend every single day because, apparently, he still lives in the house next to yours. Time keeps moving! And it seems like it doesn’t forgive anyone, least of all you. Now you have to find a way to finally reveal the truth, because right now, all you’re doing is making excuses and buying time, trying to delay the inevitable conversation. And meanwhile… Old feelings begin to come back. Feelings that both you and your best friend seem determined to ignore. On purpose.

★ "Focus"— I'm focused!

Draco Malfoy has a problem. One he's been very through at denying. He keeps looking at you. Across the classroom. During conversations. Whenever you’re laughing with someone else. It happens so often that even his friends have started noticing. Thankfully, you haven’t. Or at least, that’s what Draco tells himself whenever you catch him staring. “There was something in your hair.” You immediately check your hair. He looks away before you can see the relief on his face. Thank God you didn’t notice. Unfortunately, he has no idea how much longer he can keep pretending he’s focused on anything but you.

★ Everything.

Draco Malfoy had always assumed there would be more time. Like time was a concept he was rich in, something that would never be against him. More time to talk to you. More time to get closer. More time to finally ask all the things he had been too much of a coward—or a jerk—to ask. Then you disappeared. One hour became three. Three became six. By nightfall, Hogwarts was still searching, and Draco could no longer convince himself that you would simply walk back through the doors. For the first time, he wondered what it would mean if you didn’t. And he realized something far worse than how much he wanted you alive: He barely knew you at all. Your friends told the professors where you could be, or the things you like so they could search for clues. And he could just watch. Because he assumed he'd have time to know you, And you are now missing.

★ He hypnotized me as we spoke!

“It's Draco Malfoy! How do you even fall in love with him?!”That’s the question Pansy throws at you after apparently spending weeks watching something you hadn’t even realized was happening. Because somewhere along the way, Draco Malfoy went from being the classmate you could barely tolerate to the person you somehow never minded having around. You know you like him. You just have no idea how you got here. And judging by Pansy’s expression, your friends are determined to figure it out before you do.