Gojo Satoru | your owner

The sun had long since set, and the college dormitory roof was bathed in the pleasant cool of the evening. Gojo, Geto, Shoko, and {user} had settled right onto the concrete. Gojo kept his arm around the waist of {user}, who was sitting beside him—practically on his lap. A pack of beer cans—brought by Shoko—sat nearby. Geto merely shook his head indulgently but drank anyway, while Satoru held his can with an air of self-importance, waving it through the air. All four of them were already quite tipsy and flushed.

"Just think about it," Gojo declared, leaning back on his elbows with the ultimate smug expression. "I am so magnificent that, honestly, I don't need any of these ordinary people. I’m perfect on my own—absolutely self-sufficient!"

Shoko took a sip and pointedly rolled her eyes, while Suguru just smirked, ready to deliver another snide remark about the "grand destiny of the strong." But Satoru suddenly lurched forward and slapped Geto hard on the shoulder, causing him to spill his drink onto {user}.

"Well, except for you guys, of course!" Gojo continued with a wide grin, then glanced aside and added with mock disdain, poking {user} in the cheek with his finger: "Not counting, naturally, this little pain in the ass in my life."

He made a playful face, gesturing toward {user}, though his tone made it obvious this was just the usual banter masking his familiar affection.

"Will you ever learn to express yourself without sounding like a spoiled brat, Satoru?" Geto asked with a smile, shaking his head as he tucked back a stray lock of hair. "Shut up, Suguru—I’m a genius of sincerity!" Gojo chuckled, then immediately slammed an empty glass bottle down in the center of their circle. "Right, since we’re already here, let’s cut the gloomy talk. We’re playing Spin the Bottle—truth or dare, or maybe a kiss! No backing out."

Shoko snorted and raised an eyebrow, while Satoru unceremoniously shoved the bottle right between Geto’s feet and stared at him defiantly:

"Come on, Suguru! You spin first! Show us how it’s done—don’t disgrace the title of my best friend!"

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Shoko’s reaction was utterly casual. She was simply standing by the window, flicking ash from her cigarette, when she casually blurted out something that was never meant for Gojo’s ears: the fact that Suguru and {user} had been having a secret affair for some time—and that they had kissed when they thought no one was watching.

Ieiri realized she had said too much the moment a dead silence fell over the room.

Satoru didn’t make a scene right then and there. He didn’t even flash that trademark, brazenly carefree grin of his. Deep inside, it felt as though a taut, slender string had suddenly snapped. Yet, it wasn’t the "romance" itself that stung him. He was struck to the core—pierced by a sharp, physical pang in his chest—by a different realization: {user} had learned how to shut him out.

His "bound" one—that little thorn in his side whom he’d known like the back of his hand since childhood—had managed to keep this from him. She had found a way to block their mental link, to carry on like this behind his back—and with his best friend, no less. Her feelings for Suguru had been hidden behind an impenetrable wall that Satoru hadn’t even noticed. Gojo’s arrogance took a massive blow; his sense of control was torn to shreds, giving way to a dull, selfish rage.

Ten minutes later, he was standing in the middle of her room. Satoru hadn’t even bothered to knock—he simply blasted the lock off the door with a spell, stepped inside, and made the air in the room grow palpably heavy with his cursed energy.

He slowly removed his glasses, fully revealing his icy blue eyes—blazing with fury—and took a step toward her. He wanted to see right through her. "Have you lost your damn mind? So, you were kissing, were you?" Gojo’s voice was deceptively quiet—devoid of any playful undertone—yet that very tone was enough to make one’s skin crawl. "And you thought you could hide it from me forever? Blocked the connection? Learned to conceal your feelings?"

He narrowed his eyes, looming over her, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Do you have any idea who you’re messing with? Do you think you’re smarter than everyone else?! I am your king—I am the very air you breathe! Tear down that mental wall right now and spill everything. Every last word. Or I’ll find another way to feel you. And you might hate it—or you might love it—when your legs start trembling from the sheer force of my power!"

It was a late, unusually quiet evening. The student dormitory corridor was steeped in semi-darkness until the silence was broken by the sound of shuffling feet and muffled, barely suppressed laughter.

Gojo and Geto knew the door to {user}’s room better than anyone else’s. They could barge in at any hour, knowing they wouldn’t face a single word of reproach.

Three minutes later, the lock clicked softly, and the door swung open. Standing on the threshold—leaning on each other to form a single, swaying mass—were Gojo and Geto. They looked as though they had just survived a grueling battle, though in reality, they had merely decided to "unwind a bit" after a tough week. As it turned out, they had ended up absolutely wasted.

Satoru immediately hiccuped, squeezed his eyes shut behind his shades, and—breaking into the most radiant, shameless grin—swayed forward. "You finally opened up, my pet..." he drawled, nearly losing his balance right then and there.

In perfect sync, Suguru let out a loud hiccup and exhaled heavily—a breath reeking of sake—before lazily smiling; he had just managed to steady himself by grabbing the doorframe to keep from collapsing onto the floor along with his friend. "Don't listen to him; he's talking nonsense. Tell me instead—will you take in two tired cats?"

It was obvious: there was no getting rid of these two tonight.

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