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It was a clockwork. Once the living room had cleared and the snores of his parents bounced off the walls of the house, a boy would hide in the dark and lie awake for long hours under the bright guarding moon.
Young Satoru Gojo would hurriedly lock himself inside his bedroom once the clock stopped at 12 midnight. He'd kill the lights, slip off of his slippers, before jumping on his queen-sized bed, giggling. When he was sure that no one else was awake and about to check on him, Satoru proceeded to pull his blanket over his head and wrapped his body in warmth. The blackness around him was heavy but it didn’t matter much. Satoru knew what he was doing because he’d been doing it for a decade now.
His hand then stretched as he searched for his phone in one of his pockets, the excitement in his heart brimming as he did so. Once he had it on his palm, his crystalline eyes widened up to unlock the screen, blue lights blinding him as he struggled to type his password. Satoru knew where to go next. The sole software that held all the happiness and fantasies he had every day and every night. He swiped one of his fingertips on the screen, clicked on an advertisement-free browsing application and smiled. Satoru was welcomed by multiple tabs waiting to be read, folders by folders, and hundreds of bookmarks. His sanctuary: fan fictions.
It was young Satoru’s number one hobby. And if he was being honest, perhaps it could be classified as obsession but he wasn't going to admit that. Never. It was just a harmless hobby—reading (and didn’t they say that reading makes people smarter and wittier?)—that he probably wouldn't enjoy and forget once he reached adulthood.
Satoru chuckled once he found the fic he was reading earlier in the morning but didn’t have the time to finish before his mother yelled for him to eat breakfast. If only school wasn’t such a drag, Satoru wouldn’t have to wait until midnight to complete a one-shot.
The teen shifted on his bed, scrolling the screen upwards as he absorbed the writing and information made by a famous fiction author. Smiles and frowns formed on Satoru’s face the more he continued and felt each and every MC’s emotions. Then Satoru shifted again, then again, then he laughed, read again, went for a bathroom break, before he got back to his third story of the night.
It was nearing that moment when dizziness was starting to take over Satoru’s groggy eyes and hazy brain when he grabbed a set of earphones under his pillow and connected it to his phone. Satoru stubbornly laid on his side, reading, insisting to finish the story he had already started because the story was bomb as hell and he’d probably cry himself to sleep if he never found out what happened to the protagonist after being left by his hero.
By 4:45 AM, Satoru was completely asleep. 3 hours from now, his mother would be yelling his name again to forcefully make him come down for breakfast.
Perhaps, Satoru miscalculated a few—a lot—of things when he was younger, a teenager. Because the young Satoru Gojo that used to hold his phone close all the time (alone or not), who watched his timeline refreshed every 3 minutes like a dog waiting for dog treats, wasn’t much different to the Satoru Gojo that the world had come to know now.
Overall, his life was doing great. He was climbing to higher heights and success, making more money and legacy to the world than the average man in his late-twenties could. He might not be ‘media popular’ but he was there: On top of the human hierarchy, sipping pineapple juice as he read #sfw_fluffweek fan fictions on his throne. Life was banger and most of the time he was happy (annoying other people), but damn if he wasn’t losing too much sleep.
There was an obvious reason why Satoru wore eyeshades all the damn time. He didn’t even spare going to the bathroom and still contended to put the slickest and the blackest eyewear he could find as he did ‘the’ business number two. The cause was eye bags. Terrifying, almost an inch-long, eyebags that bore from all those years of sleepless nights and staring at his phone. The priciest eye cream nor eye patch couldn’t even compare to the strength of the shadows under his eyes. Satoru even did eye bags surgery but the universe only laughed at him before it came back to his face 2 weeks later. It made Satoru give up and use shades, glasses, and blindfolds (?) as cover ups. His friends and mentees used to question the ridiculousness, but in time, they got over it and accepted after a while (since Satoru wouldn’t tell them straight the reason why). The only thing left was for Satoru to accept his fate, the life he created—so he did.
Satoru as a boss was far from all the CEO AUs he’d read online. He was intelligent, handsome, clever, rich, resourceful, charming, friendly and talented but responsible? Maybe. If the situation called for it. Which was why Satoru took his time to hire only the bestest of the best people to his company. He reserved those who could level him in terms of professional businesses as executive board members and made them do the work… he was supposed to be doing. Which was also why Satoru demanded a break for himself after a month of business trips and partnering his company to international Japanese branches, reasoning that he did his best and now he was spent and wasted, he needed a recharge. His assistant, Nanami, only grunted as a reply. As if his coworkers could hold him to his spontaneous decision. He was the CEO himself for god’s sake.
The following morning, when the shine coming from the sun and sky enlightened Satoru’s modern looking bedroom and violently shook him awake, the man smiled then laughed. He laughed, so loud with his teeth showing, if anyone could hear him they’d probably call an ambulance or hotline a mental hospital. He did it. He fucking did it. He’s on a vacation. Satoru got it so fucking bad.
He knew that he wasn’t tired. He didn’t even do much back at the business trip other than appealing to foreigners and listening to them show their bizz off. He even brought a few interns with him to further entertain other arrogant entrepreneurs (and to expand their network, of course), but Satoru still ended up having to attend every event. It was exhausting. He didn’t have time for himself; he didn’t have any personal time except from the time he was supposed to be asleep. It was torturing not to be able to read for a month. His creative replies were getting rusty and he was beginning to get annoyed at his busy reality.
Well, that was what the vacation’s for. Satoru sighed with a smile, doubting if he made the right decision to slack off work to indulge himself with fantasies, “I’m kind of dumb. Kind of.”
When the moon rose and the night came, Satoru realized that he wasn’t dumb at all. Except for the fact that he didn’t exercise for today, nor moved from his bed at all unless he needed to use the bathroom or eat, Satoru was ecstatic to discover the very first completed, 46 chapters and 510,024 words, fanfiction by his current favorite author. It was the first long story, a boy x boy, Mafia Cafe AU, that the author managed to finish (even when the account was already 2 years old) starring his favorite ship in an action anime series. Other than that, the same author had also written 4 short stand-alone fics under the same fandom, AND ship, while Satoru was grinning at dozens of people away from Japan for a month.
Satoru was livid. He liked this author’s concept and writing very much, and now he thought, “this is love. I’m in love.”
He found this account, Tiger_Yuuji, back when it was only starting and only had 2 fanfiction stories. The best part was whatever show, series or even anime Satoru might be obsessed with at the moment, Tiger_Yuuji would write a stunning fic about it. It included his favorite ships and characters too, e-ve-ry-ti-me. It was almost like they were conversing telepathically, sharing the same brain cells and sending their headcanons about the same fictional characters to each other.
Satoru put their non-existent telepathy to test once again when he binge-watched Jujutsu Kaisen two months ago, noting the dynamics between the white-haired teacher and the cute clumsy cursed pinket, he silently hoped Tiger_Yuuji could be his personal author again and magically write stories about the two. A month and two weeks later, (which further made Satoru believe that he was God’s favorite) the online author began to write one, the specific ship he wanted, teasing the readers about it’s potential to have long chapters and a couple of unexpected twists in the end. Satoru made sure to bookmark the fic at Chapter 2 before he went on the business trip… and now the fic was complete.
"Aren't you a little too perfect, Author Yuuji?" Satoru whispered to himself with a grin.
Satoru reread it and was already on chapter 4 when he decided to take a break and order some dinner deliveries. He needed energy, not only for reading, but to start commenting under Tiger_Yuuji's fics. Satoru rarely wrote comments on works, he opted for liking, giving hearts, and sharing it online. Reasons are: One, he was lazy. Leaving comments with long ass paragraphs was too taxing for our dear Satoru Gojo. Two, if he did have the energy to write some, he wouldn’t know what to write. Three, Satoru hated it when authors don’t reply back to his generic feedback. He commented a fine praise, it was only obvious to receive attention back, right? (No, it doesn’t work like that but Satoru didn’t know that.)
But this time-this time, it’s different. Satoru really, really, wanted to let Tiger_Yuuji know how amazing of an author they are. To let them know how he made him smile, irritated, and laugh with his amazing alternate universes, how he made him lose sleep that he was starting to resemble a panda, and how they were so perfect for always choosing to write the ship he currently liked.
On the other hand, Satoru also wanted to ‘connect’ with the author. It was weird. It wasn’t like those times when he played around annoying other writers (while also giving their works kudos), in this one, Satoru purely wanted to gain Tiger_Yuuji’s attention and actually form some kind of acquaintanceship. It was odd, but Satoru knew better than to fight with his unconscious instincts and feelings. He’d simply just go with it and do what he wanted to do.
30 minutes after Satoru consumed the meals he called for dinner, he hurriedly got back to reading chapter 4 and happily finished it. The chapter was only about the main character’s background story, a cliché one at that with a few shocking reveals, but Satoru appreciated it. Now, he only needed to let Tiger_Yuuji know about it.
Cursed Brewing Love
by Tiger_Yuuji
Chapter 4: Cappuccino
End Chapter Comments
GodlyGojojo 7:43 PM, Wednesday: I wouldn’t dare laugh or snort if you suddenly reveal that you are an angel. I’ll believe you. You're the embodiment of every good thing in life and the whole universe. Your words are my good omen and I chant to your fics every evening before I sleep. Kudos to this chap and to the whole story.
Maki_pie 12:01 PM, Tuesday: Holy shit, does this mean Wuji already met Cojo back in elementary school? Foreshadowinngggg
Satoru delightfully smiled, rereading his comment as if he wrote a masterpiece himself. He couldn't wait for the author to read his comment. Tiger would probably combust upon seeing it and reply to him, crying. Satoru's energy came back to him in a rush as he daydreamed about the words Tiger_Yuuji would reply. He felt like a teenager again. He just wished that the writer wouldn't be a weirdo or anything alike.
'I've written my feelings in detail. It basically covers what I think and feel about Tiger_Yuuji. An angel,' Satoru thought and chuckled.
"Now, we wait."
Satoru knew, from the previous stories and comment sections, that the author was kind. Tiger_Yuuji did his best responding to everyone who appreciated his work so Satoru knew the author would definitely reply to him.
The man rolled on his bed, eyeshades falling from his nose and almost cracking at his excited gestures. A thought passed his mind: that he forgot to take a bath, yet didn’t bother acting on it. He was busy. He could wash tomorrow morning. With a sigh of satisfaction, Satoru continued to Chapter 5, carefully taking in the scenes in each part so he’d know what to write in his next comment.
Cursed Brewing Love
by Tiger_Yuuji
Chapter 5: Mocha
End Chapter Comments
GodlyGojojo 8:33 PM, Wednesday: Wuji is cute, but I'm having a feeling that you like Cojo more? Am I right? I feel like I'm right. You made them look good as an individual and together as a couple, this is why I love you.
BFFTodo 9:27 AM, Wednesday: MY BOY WUJI MOVING SMOOTH. I stan! You wrote his character very well. You made Wuji very strong too. The way you described how he pressed the coffee was amazing. I believe Wuji, you and I have similar tastes in stories.
domain_malevolent_shrine 3:10 PM, Tuesday: Cojo is a fucking joke. I hate that man. Wuji is better single and alone.
Cursed Brewing Love
by Tiger_Yuuji
Chapter 6: Double Espresso
End Chapter Comments
GodlyGojojo 9:42 PM, Wednesday: I have questions about Foshiruru and about you too, but nevermind. Why did you make Wuji cry? Is this Hurt/Comfort? Did you feel sad when you wrote this too? My heart is aching just thinking about it.
JunPAIN 5:12 PM, Wednesday: Wuji is too kind. Cojo doesn’t deserve him. We don’t deserve him. No one deserves Wuji. <3 Love this chapter!
Mt.Fuji_withoneeye 7:54 PM, Tuesday: Why do I feel nervous whenever it’s Foshiruru’s POV? Does this mean something? Will something happen between Foshiruru and Wuji? God, I’m hooked on this story too much. I even forgot to cook for my children. I’m excited for what will happen here.
Satoru decided to retire for the day after ending his flawless feedback on the sixth chapter (and confessing his adoration to Tiger_Yuuji). Even when he was too wired, waiting for the author to reply, Satoru knew it’ll take a day or two before the writer could check and read the comments since the story had already finished. In the worst case scenario, Tiger wouldn’t check the story at all. That would leave Satoru to dust, weeping to himself, but he was sure it’s almost impossible to happen. Just like Wuji from the story, Yuuji the author was very kind and friendly (according to Satoru) so he’d absolutely acknowledge their feedback-specially his.
After Satoru did his morning routine and exercised (and yes, he finally took a bath), he decided to change his location and built a camping site in the living room. He stocked foods and gallons of water on the coffee table that he could devour while keeping himself reader-busy. Where was he at again?... Right, Chapter 7.
Satoru pouted when he realized he was reading too fast, the blindfold that he picked to wear despite being alone inside the house slipping from his nose because of his facial movements. He only started reading the story yesterday, if he kept up with the speed he was reading, he’d probably be able to finish it in 4 more days. Satoru didn’t like that, but what could he do? Tiger_Yuuji’s writing was so heavenly and well-versed, he didn’t mind just drowning in their phrases and fantasies forever. Yet, he decided to slow down his pace in order to savor what was happening in the story more.
By the end of day, Satoru managed to reach Chapter 10. Delighted, excited and actually sad as he fished out the sweet banana bread (his dinner) on his plate to take a bite. Delighted because he enjoyed reading. He didn’t even bother answering his workmates and colleague’s calls because he was too /busy/. Excited because the direction of the story was to his liking. Wuji and Cojo would definitely get together. Fushiruru, Nanamim, and Zukuuna could fuck off. However, big adult Satoru was quite sad. Eyes dropping behind his eye wear as he slowly chewed the chunk of bread in his mouth.
Tiger_Yuuji hadn’t replied to his comments yet.
None, not even one, from his 10 amazing, poet-like, comments made the writer check the story and reply to him.
28 years old, CEO Satoru Gojo was sad.
Cursed Brewing Love
by Tiger_Yuuji
Chapter 10: Caramel Macchiato
End Chapter Comments
GodlyGojojo 10:03 PM, Wednesday: I always knew you like Cojo. The words you used to describe him was amazing, just like you, and just like me. And of course, Cojo will make Wuji happy. They're perfect and so in-synced together despite the things they still don't know about life, just like you and me, again... if you let me?
domain_malevolent_shrine 3:10 PM, Tuesday: Isn't Cojo too annoying? I know I'm reading Cojo x Wuji but why do I ship Zukuuna better with Wuji in this one?
Hanami 7:54 PM, Tuesday: SJNSVISI?? SKSKDJJVWUJ?!!!! LRMIWNDNVUSNANSFIQONJ???? OSDFKG! FDIS!
Mt.Fuji_withoneeye replied 6:54 AM, Tuesday: what the hell does this mean
BeautyBangMei replied 4:10 PM, Wednesday: That’s keyboard smash, you uncultured shit.
When Satoru woke up the next day and checked his phone notifications, he was shaking in excitement and glee. His teeth were showing as he chuckled and massaged his palm on his chin. Satoru jumped out of his bed, brushed his teeth, changed to casual clothes and wore blue eye shades--just generally getting ready for the day to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and his favorite author truly liked his comments.
AO8 Notifications!: Tiger_Yuuji, BFFTodo, PandaxPanda and 3 others liked 5 of your comments on Cursed Brewing Love.
AO8 Notifications!: Tiger_Yuuji, Oldpal_Geto and BLUEMIWA! hearted 2 of your comments on Cursed Brewing Love.
Satoru’s mouth widened in disbelief as he read and inspected the information on his notifications. He slowly dipped his ass on the couch, hands dripping the cushion tight for support.
“It’s real.” Satoru whispered.
It’s real. The author noticed his comments and liked it. Liked 5 of his comments and LOVED 2 others. Satoru didn’t care about the other likers. They weren’t the reason he was doing it in the first place. He was happy just by catching Tiger’s attention.
Satoru quickly checked the comments that the author had read, which ones he liked and which ones he loved. The white-haired noticed that Tiger_Yuuji loved the ones that said more about the story, or the characters, and liked those about his splendid writing and arc theories. Satoru then wandered to the other 3 that the author didn’t like, the ones where he confessed his undying adoration to the writer and complimented them. That was weird (for Satoru.) Those were his best comments!
“Was it my grammar?” Satoru thought to himself out loud, “Obviously no. I’m flawless in any language.”
So why in the world didn’t Tiger_Yuuji like those? Satoru would never know. He thought he said his feelings straight and obvious. Was it not enough?
That’s right, it wasn’t enough. Maybe the author wanted more precise and lengthy feedback and compliments? Perhaps if he did, Tiger would finally reply to him and say ‘Thank you, GodlyGojojo! You're amazing too for enjoying this fic and making it this far <3!’
Yep, he could do that. That was why upon reading Chapter 11 before he slept, Satoru commented a long-ass 5 sentence paragraph filled with ONLY compliments. He was aware of what he was doing and how bomb his new comment was. It would get the writer’s attention and it would just be a matter of time before they interact with each other. Satoru’s mind wondered what he would say next, once they actually replied to him, before he drifted to sleep.
Satoru knew what the hell he was doing with his free time. Lazing around, reading anime fan fictions non-stop, devouring all the sweets from his refrigerator, playing around on Tiger_Yuuji’s comment section to get their attention like he was unemployed: he knew all that. He was smart—no, intelligent—so yeah, he was aware. His thoughts regarding Tiger_Yuuji were purely righteous though. He wouldn’t deny, even to himself, the beauty of the author’s writing and their concept. How even in any fandom, they would manage to hit the right ship that Satoru liked, and the man was thankful for that. Satoru was a playful human being at heart in the first place so sometimes, he would really come off as annoying to most people. He wasn’t really obsessed. He was just letting the author know how amazing their story was (while also telling them how amazing they were) while being his bubbly self.
It was all just a harmless joke and getting Tiger_Yuuji’s attention was just him trying to acquaint himself with the author. Satoru didn’t have a crush… even ‘if’ it was a crush, it’s just the internet. It’s common. Plus, how deep could an online crush even get in real life?
Turned out, online crushes could get very deep in real life. 2 days later, he was already on Chapter 18. Continuously, Satoru did his best to release every little thing he thought about the story and the plot (and how it would be really nice if Tiger_Yuuji could reply to him—like a desperate person). It was embarrassing to say that though so he didn’t do it again. If Tiger didn’t see it, then that’s not on him. Unfortunately, Tiger really didn’t see it. Actually, they didn’t see anything Satoru wrote. Other people kept interacting with his comments but not Tiger. Not even one heart. Not even a spare of one like. He thought everything was going according to plan, but it wasn’t.
Satoru was devastated. He was so sad, he didn’t eat dinner nor exercise that day. He felt too weak to even lift a dumbbell. So he stopped at Chapter 18 and made the most embarrassing comment in his life. Although he was adult and built like ‘that’, he still felt nervous pleading the one thing he promised he wouldn’t write again.
Cursed Brewing Love
by Tiger_Yuuji
Chapter 18: Caramel Macchiato
End Chapter Comments
GodlyGojojo 10:03 PM, Saturday: Dear beautiful Tiger_Yuuji, you're really perfect in every way. An angel. A fairy. The purest and the kindest. I'm only at Chap 18 but I'm already planning on creating a religion based on you. If you're interested in seeing me pray with my eyes closed, please reply 'Yes, I Do,'
Shake_tunatuna 3:10 PM, Saturday: <3
Satoru decided to take a break from reading, from the internet, and from his phone in general, acting like a high-school girl who did not get asked to prom by her crush. He reasoned to himself that he was doing it to take care of his eyes, but who was he kidding? Satoru never cared for his eyes. Yet, just looking at the phone made his stomach churned in different directions. It was… strange.
Satoru muted his device, each and every application that could notify him for anything--he shut them all off, except for one thing. He didn’t mute the replies on his comments (because he was a simp like that) and kept chanting to himself that it was for his peace of mind. Satoru stared at his last incredibly well-written comment before he closed the phone, put it on his side table and left his bedroom.
“Should I work?”
Satoru didn’t work that day. He was still feeling uneasy about certain things. He did his best to avoid his bedroom and kept lounging in the mini-theater room, watching movies, or at the kitchen, pretending to start baking sweets yet would call a delivery for chocolates instead. It was chaotic even if he was alone, and still something was missing. He felt the same way when he was out of Japan, wasting his time talking to random NPCs… not being able to read Tiger_Yuuji’s fics.
Satoru sighed. Everything reminded him of Tiger_Yuuji.
He remembered when Tiger_Yuuji wrote about a man opening the door and meeting his soulmate when Satoru opened the door, about a woman who tweeted like a bird so her partner called her twitter when he saw a bird flying in the sky, then about the couple who made love in the couch when the couch’ spring suddenly sprung out when Satoru sat on the couch. Just everything. That was the time Satoru recognized that he couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck control, he never had that.
The white-haired man clicked his tongue and strolled back to his room to retrieve the device he abandoned. He realized that he shouldn’t have done that, leaving his phone in the dark, alone. It felt so wrong and he ended up feeling alone too. He didn’t care anymore if Tiger_Yuuji would not reply to him. He convinced himself that it never even mattered. He’d just read the story as usual and comment about the story, then the end. Until Satoru opened his bedroom door and heard a ‘ding’ coming from afar.
The familiar ‘ding’!
Water pooled behind Satoru’s shades as he took in what was happening. It was a noise coming from his phone. A noise calling out to him saying, ‘Hey, there’s a notification. Check it, might be important.’ And there was only one thing, ONE THING, that Satoru didn’t mute on his phone.
Hurriedly, Satoru walked and grabbed his phone, unlocking it with shaky hands and a swelling heart. It was an AO8 notification. Satoru needed to sit his ass down first before he could open it. He was overwhelmed.
AO8 Notifications!: realest_megumi replied to your comment on Chapter 18 of Cursed Brewing Love. realest_megumi said…
Huh?
Cursed Brewing Love
by Tiger_Yuuji
Chapter 18: Flat White with Cupcake
End Chapter Comments
GodlyGojojo 10:03 PM, Saturday: Dear beautiful Tiger_Yuuji, you're really perfect in every way. An angel. A fairy. The purest and the kindest. I'm only at Chap 18 but I'm already planning on creating a religion based on you. If you're interested in seeing me pray with my eyes closed, please reply 'Yes, I Do,'
realest_megumi replied 6:54 AM, Sunday: Shut up. Yuuji can’t sleep because of you. Probably because he’s creeped out. And beautiful? Yuuji’s a male.
Shake_tunatuna 3:10 PM, Saturday: <3
‘Just who the hell is this ‘realest_megumi’? Is there a fake megumi? Is there a ‘real’? Why are they the realest?’ Satoru asked, mentally, soon it would be physical.
realest_megumi replied 6:54 AM, Sunday: Shut up. Yuuji can’t sleep because of you. Probably because he’s creeped out. And beautiful? Yuuji’s a male.
GodlyGojojo replied 9:01 PM, Sunday: One, even perfect. I always knew he was a male. Can’t a male be beautiful? Two, he can’t sleep because he’s thinking of me. Three, why are you the realest megumi? Is there a fake?
And OH, he almost forgot the most important thing.
GodlyGojojo replied 9:02 PM, Sunday: And four, why are you calling him Yuuji? I call him tiger.
It didn’t take long before the simple asking of questions and easy conversation became a discourse and debate section. Satoru really thought that it would be Tiger--or now, Yuuji-- who would ring his notification. He couldn’t believe he was entertaining a stranger who was getting on his nerves and who, apparently, knew his favorite author. He just ‘couldn’t’ accept that someone knew the real Yuuji and that wasn’t him.
realest_megumi replied 9:04 PM, Sunday: I’m not the idiot who has ‘Godly’ in their username. And no, he probably can’t sleep because he’s scared you’ll start stalking him. Staying up late and making me play games WITH him, BESIDE him, all night. So, if you may, you can stop harassing him.
GodlyGojojo replied 9:07 PM, Sunday: ‘Godly’ fits me. And duh, ‘probably’. What’s with the capitals? Are you trying to prove something? Plus me harassing angel Yuuji?! That’s impossible
realest_megumi replied 9:10 PM, Sunday: You’re a creep. Shut up. Or I’ll block you.
GodlyGojojo replied 9:12 PM, Sunday: Please do. Can’t wait.
realest_megumi replied 9:13 PM, Sunday: I’m going to block you using Yuuji’s account, you ass.
GodlyGojojo replied 9:15 PM, Sunday: You can’t do that. That isn’t your account. My prince Yuuji will kick you.
Tiger_Yuuji replied 9:21 PM, Sunday: I definitely will! ^^ Sorry about that Mister? I feel like you’re a Mister. Please, correct me if I’m wrong. I apologize on behalf of Megumi's replies, he didn’t know what he was saying. I appreciate your comments on my fic! I’m glad you enjoy them :))
GodlyGojojo in real life gasped in surprise. Heart running faster than Usain Bolt. Tiger_Yuuji finally replied to him! But… was that it? No conversing with Satoru about his day? No ‘I love you’s? Satoru read the reply again (albeit smiling at the writer’s emojis) and was met with the same disappointment. Generally, it was more of Yuuji apologizing to him and seeing him as a normal reader. It didn’t feel special. It was far from what Satoru had imagined his conversation with the author would go. Satoru’s forehead creased and his lips frowned. Yuuji finally replied to him and he wasn’t happy.
“This is all that Megumi’s fault.”
Who was Megumi anyway? Why was he with Yuuji? Was he a friend? A brother? Father, maybe. He was 28 years old so it wouldn’t shock him if a 40 years old man suddenly fought with him online. But the fake Megumi said they were playing, so… does that mean. What if? What if not? Are they the same age? ‘WITH him, BESIDE him’? Satoru clicked his tongue. He wasn’t sure why but he ignored the feeling of betrayal in his chest and went to his home office. He sat on his chair and opened his laptop.
Seriousness was never Satoru Gojo, but once it did, it meant serious-serious. This time it was like that. Behind the cover on his eyes was a glaring Satoru that was internally panicking on what he was about to do. He knew the reason was shallow but he couldn’t help it. Dearest Satoru felt sad, irritated and petty, all at the same time… again. So he constructed a solid 536 words solution on how to get Yuuji’s attention all to himself and worked on it.
God Gojo Caught Angel Yuuji Cheating On Him With Pleb Megumi
by GodlyGojojo
Summary: The one time God Gojo caught angel Yuuji cheating on him with a pleb Megumi but angel Yuuji still chose God Gojo because Megumi is a pleb.
God Gojo loved angel Yuuji very much and he knew the latter felt the same. That’s why when God Gojo caught angel Yuuji hugging a random pleb in Saturn, Gojo knew better than to jump into any conclusions and ask first.
God Gojo approached the two and saw the pleb hanging on his angel Yuuji like a leech, while Yuuji’s body was shaking. Gojo knew the angel was against his own actions, he knew this was the pleb’s doing, but it was better to be sure.
“My angel, beautiful angel, Yuuji, are you cheating on me?” God Gojo calmly asked, a hand draping on Yuuji’s shoulder to get his full attention.
When angel Yuuji whipped his head to look at his God, there were tears in his eyes, crystal and shining. “No, I would never! I’m not cheating on you.”
The expression on God Gojo’s face softened, “You weren’t?”
“No and never will! I… I only love you, my handsome God Gojo.”
Love. His angel finally confessed to him. God Gojo couldn’t be happier, if only the pleb would get his hands off of his angel. “I love you too, my angel.”
“But I love you too, Yuuji!” The pleb dared to look at them and said, “We are hugging! I love you! Does this mean you love me too?”
There was a hint of sadness and guilt on his beautiful angel’s face before he responded to the annoying pleb, “I’m sorry, but I only truly love my amazing God Gojo. He’s everything to me and all of what I will be. I don’t love you.”
“But we are hugging!” The pleb insisted.
“I’m only hugging you because…” Angel Yuuji started to hiccup, tears once again cascading down from his mesmerizing eyes. God Gojo quickly rubbed the tears away from the angel’s cheeks like a gentleman and let Yuuji continue, “I’m only hugging you because I’m afraid you’ll scare other plebs off… be-because you’re so ugly.”
The pleb started crying again. “That’s what you think of me? T-Then why..?”
“It’s because I’m an angel. I’m supposed to be kind.”
With that, Angel Yuuji slowly took his embrace off of the pleb and into the arms of his God, who cherished and loved him the most. God Gojo comforted the bright angel in his grasp and caressed him.
“Let him be, my beautiful Yuuji. There’s nothing I could do to his face and personality.”
Angel Yuuji looked at God Gojo with curious eyes, “E-Even when you are a God?”
“I deeply apologize,” God Gojo stared down at the weeping pleb, “You’re a lost cause.”
Angel Yuuji just nodded in understanding, finally seeing the truth, as he continued to praise his God. Pleb Megumi stopped crying when the deities flew away, internally he couldn’t understand what lovely angel Yuuji and the great God Gojo were saying so he kept crying. What he understood though was that he loved angel Yuuji but angel Yuuji would never love him, pleb or not. Because he was God Gojo’s, oh amazing handsome God Gojo.
While Megumi continued to live his pleb life in Saturn, God Gojo and his Angel Yuuji flew away and back to Earth to live happily ever after.
End Chapter Comments
Tiger_Yuuji 9:03 AM, Monday: Oh my gosh, is this me? GodlyGojojo, thank you! This is so funny and so underrated. You made me laughhh. And you made my friend Megumi ugly omskdnsjk Although you kept calling me beautiful without knowing what I look like, I enjoyed it <3 I love it!
realest_megumi 9:10 AM, Monday: Who even uses pleb nowadays? What an idiot
PandaxPanda replied 10:21 AM, Monday: Are you the pleb Megumi?
BLUEMIWA! 8:56 AM, Monday: OMO Are you a new writer? I don't know who God Gojo is but I love him??!??!
KentoSaid_IWillSlapYou 7:31 AM, Monday: Why was I notified to read this? Is this a bug
NNailed_It 6:00 AM, Monday: Is GodlyGojojo really the writer to this masterpiece? Seems fake, I say COPYRIGHTS. Angel Yuuji seems angelic though. That one part is good.
domain_malevolent_shrine 5:55 AM, Monday: God Gojo reminds me of Cojo from Jujutsu Kaisen. They're annoying. Pleb Megumi seems better.
BaldYoshinobu 5:30 AM, Monday: What is this? Delete this
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Tiger_Yuuji: Hello! I hope you don't mind me messaging you. I read your fic about me—er, about us hehe, and I actually laughed! It's a good story, it's amazing. Well, you are too, since you wrote it.
Tiger_Yuuji: @Pink_Yuuji that's my private twitter, you can follow me if you want. Maybe you'll finally be able to see what I look like :))
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