(I got a semi-Geto related tattoo! Anyway here's a chapter! Real life AU!)
You pull your key from the door, stepping over the threshold and toeing off your shoes. The apartment is silent except for the TV in the living room, left on and alone by probably Gojo. He never remembers to actually turn it off, leaving whatever reality show he was watching on for the furniture to enjoy.
You swing your key ring on your finger, the little keychains Geto brings you from his jewelry club clanging together daintily as you wander through the apartment. Voices start making themselves apparent as you approach your room. You sigh when you see your door wide open and the light of your bedside lamp on.
As you round the doorframe, you notice two things:
1. Gojo and Geto are lying on your bed, propped up against the headboard with their legs tangled together. Gojo is pushing into the others space, shoving his phone into Geto's nose and rambling about some mobile game, his (or maybe it's yours) hoodie stretching as he moves. Geto just watches him with amusement, long hair free and spilling over his shoulders and chest.
2. There's a huge poster board cramped under their legs, standing out against your comforter.
"What's that for?" You ask, letting your presence be known. You point to the poster.
Gojo perks up immediately, springing out of your bed and nearly jabbing Geto in the gut. Which earns him a kick to the ass. Unperturbed, he keeps stumbling in your direction, white hair swishing around as he steps to your side.
"I'm so glad you asked, dear Y/N," he replies, a sultry lilt to his voice that makes you fake gag.
Gojo swings an arm over your shoulders, tugging you toward the bed. Geto just smiles at you when you look at him, not doing anything to clue you in. Jackass.
He gestures to the poster, and your mind goes blank.
It's filled to the brim with two hundred bullet points followed by short statements. Out of confusion, you lean forward and read one of them,
"Number 73, Gojo's compression shirt..." You glance up, Gojo is sitting back down on the bed next to Geto, and they're both staring at you. "What?"
"We made a list of how great we are so that you'll extend your lease with us!" Gojo says, adding jazz hands and a cute little smile. You groan.
"Why didn't you just ask me?"
Geto cuts in before Gojo can, putting his hand on the others shoulder. "Dumbass thought you wouldn't say yes otherwise. I knew you wouldn't leave though..."
"Hey, I didn't say yes yet," You continue reading through the poster. "Number 5, Geto does the dishes? Literally when?"
"I did them last weekend!"
"Yeah for the first time ever maybe."
"I think it counts," He gives you a condescending smile, and you snort at his ingenuity.
"Anyway," Gojo enters the conversation, grabbing Geto's hand from his shoulder and playing with it. "We're obvi' staying roommates and you can't say no! So!"
"I guess. I mean I don't have anywhere to go anyway," You say with a shrug, stepping up to them and plopping down over their laps, sinking inbetween their bodies as they shift to make room.
Geto runs a hand over your head, "Good choice."
"Oh shut up you prick."
"I'm just congratulating you."
"Yeah but you're doing it in a bitch way."
Gojo laughs, and you turn to him with narrowed eyes, "What are you laughing at, Mr. 23."
He goes silent, pursing his lips.
"'Cause we all know that bullet point isn't true," You continue in his absence.
Sputtering, Gojo mutters out. "It's not that small, damn."
You glance at Geto and he pointedly looks away from you, a fist over his mouth to muffle a laugh. You decide to not let Gojo stew in his misery any longer, saying,
"I appreciate that you guys put in the work and all of that... but seriously, was it a worry that I'd say no?"
Geto lets his hand drop from his mouth, tugging aimlessly at the collar of his shirt, "We- the three of us I mean, never really established where we stood. We kind of thought that maybe you'd be wanting something else when the chance became possible."
"Not that we're not perfect and everything," Gojo cuts in with a finger in the air.
"Of course. It was Satoru's idea, though. He thought it'd be funny."
"It is funny."
"Of course. But I think we both knew that you weren't going anywhere. Just wanted to make sure."
"By almost guilt tripping you into staying!"
"Of course. The final decision has always been up to you in the end, however."
You glance between the two of them with bemusement, before letting your chin drop and sinking into the warmth between their bodies. You shake your head tiredly,
"I like you guys. I guess we never talked about what that means for us, but there's nowhere else I'd rather be."
"Aw!" Gojo exclaims. "You really do love us!"
"I said like."
Geto snorts, "Yeah okay."
"The like is dwindling to a hate."
You take a moment to ponder, thinking about the last two years of living with them.
It was difficult at first, living in the same place with two people who have known eachother forever. And who obviously love eachother more than anyone else. But after a period of time where they only seemed to be shadow figures joking around with you, they became real.
Geto doesn't talk nearly enough as he should, and Gojo doesn't talk about the right things, but they've let you in. You've seen them for all that they are. You've gotten to know them, living side by side and seeing eachother in the most pitiful of states.
The time when you really bonded, though, was when your best friend confessed his feelings for you, and you had to let him down. He thought you had something that you didn't, and you had to tell him that while trying to keep the friendship alive. But it didn't survive after that.
It was horrible for you, he really was your closest friend and meant a lot to you. After everything had gone down you'd shut down entirely. It almost felt like a breakup itself. You didn't interact with Gojo or Geto. You kept yourself locked up in your room and only went out for school or work. Which were good distractions, but nearly killed you with how little you were taking care of yourself.
All you could think about was if you had led the friend on. Why you didn't just feel the same way. Why you didn't try harder.
You got home from work a few weeks after the incident, absolutely dead on your feet. All you could do was stumble to the couch and plop unceremoniously onto it with a huff. Unlike you had been, you didn't care that Gojo and Geto were coming home soon. You didn't care that they'd probably grill you for being so absent. They don't really care, that's what you thought. You weren't close enough for that.
By the time they came home from their last class of the day that they happened to share, you were so deep in your own muddled thoughts that you didn't even hear their bickering as it got closer. Or when it stopped. Or when the couch dipped on either side of you.
You only came to when a hand landed softly on your shoulder, and you jerked up, your hand moving to hit whoever did that. But the person catches it.
"Woah, calm down there, cowboy," it's Geto's voice, his hand wrapped around your wrist and pulling it away from his face.
You glance back and forth between the two, too tired to snap back at Geto's jab.
"Wow I knew you were messed up but I didn't know it was this bad." Gojo says, grimacing.
"Hey, Y/N?" Geto tries to ask, sliding his hand from your wrist to hold your hand.
"I don't think they're going to reply."
"Shut up, Satoru."
"Sheesh."
Your head swings back down, and you groan, pulling your hand from Geto's grip and rubbing harshly at your eyes. You can tell they're staring at you, waiting for you to say something. So you entertain them.
"You guys don't have to sit here and pity me, I'll get over it," you mumble. "It shouldn't even be bothering me anymore."
"Didn't you know the guy forever?" Geto asks.
You shrug.
"It's not your fault he couldn't prioritize you over what he felt for you. Doesn't mean you can't feel bad about it though."
"Just wish I didn't feel bad about it."
"Sure, but then it didn't matter to you," Gojo points out, "and if it didn't matter to you that'd make you a pretty shitty friend."
"Yeah I mean this kind of just proves that you're a good person. You cared about him and your friendship and can look back on him in a positive light. Seems like you've got no reason to shit on yourself," Geto adds.
"He couldn't help his feelings. I probably just made him think... I don't know."
"He could help pushing those feelings down though," Geto sighs and rubs the top of your head. "If it did matter to him enough he'd value your friendship more. And like hell you led him on, we saw you with him."
"Harsh."
"I know. But you've been like this for weeks."
"Why didn't he care enough?"
"He probably didn't think about it like that. He's a guy, y'know. Not like Satoru and I, though."
"Yeah we're like guys but the cool kind that are super buff but also grow flowers and stuff," Gojo flips his hair sassily.
You laugh, for the first time in weeks, and it feels real. Realer than it ever felt with your ex-friend, you think. Maybe that's just you trying to prove something to yourself. A weak attempt to make yourself stop missing him, to stop regretting. But, no matter the case, you laughed.
The tension disappeared in the room, you could feel Geto's shoulders dropping and the way he relaxed onto the cushion. Gojo's giggle was full of pride.
They're idiots, you thought, I'm happy they're here.
"What-cha thinking about?" Gojo asks, and your roused from your thoughts by a poke to your forehead, and bright ass blue eyes staring directly into your own.
You groan, pushing him away with your palm, and avoiding his teeth as he tries to knaw your hand away. He starts tussling with your entire arm, fake punching it like it's its own sentient being. Geto laughs next to you, standing up to move the poster before it gets destroyed.
You watch them move. On your bed, across your carpet, in this room, like its yours and theirs combined into one. Because what's yours is theirs, and you love it that way. You love them, and you'll tell them that soon enough.
(I want to drink a root beer.)