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Geto and Gojo were hanging out at the computer room the school had in the library.
Geto was using a computer beside Gojo, Suguru had his headphones on and YouTube playing some songs Satoru didn't know, he couldn't recognize the name of the band in the caption.
It looked like something goth; the music video had a lot of black and white that it was a bit hard to see what was going on, there were some dudes singing with eyeliner on while screaming soundlessly.
Gojo's screen showed a videogame, Geto and him were playing it before this one decided to start downloading music for his mp3.
A blue girl was waiting in a corner of the map while a red boy with flames on his head was frozen on some platform.
Even if Geto decided to stop playing and helping, Gojo was determined on finishing the level on his own, switching controls from the water girl to the fire boy as needed.
It took a lot of skill to do this alone, Gojo huffed in frustration from time to time when the little kids got trapped in one of the many traps around the map, making it impossible to keep going and forcing Satoru to restart the level.
After the water girl fell into the lava in what felt like the 100th time, Gojo felt his eye start twitching in the beginnings of madness and decided to stop once for all.
For his mental health.
Sighing deeply, he turned to look at his friend who was enjoying himself listening to music. Leaning on the back of the chair and with his arms crossed, he just watched the video playing on Suguru's screen. This time recognizing the band's name written under the video.
It was really dumb.
"My Chemical Romance? Those guys suck." Gojo said in a normal voice, he could hear the faint sound of the music in his friend's headphones.
Geto turned to look at him with a confused gaze but with a smile all the same, a brow up. "What?"
Of course, he didn't hear what Gojo said. "That you suck." He rolled his eyes and made an ugly face as he stuck his tongue out, one of his many talents.
Geto only flipped him off and returned to his business. Gojo turned his head again to his own screen and fleetingly saw the other many options of games above the page.
He leaned closer to the screen and grabbed the mouse, one in particular caught his attention.
In red and with a lot of hearts around the title, there was a very interesting game.
💗 LOVE CALCULATOR 💗
discover your destined person!
Gojo's cerulean eyes passed through the letters, amused with it.
His eyes glanced at Geto next to him, checking if he was watching Gojo's screen, he wasn't.
Seeing as his friend didn't give a shit about what Gojo might be doing on his computer, he clicked on the game.
A big pink and red screen popped out, the title in black capital letters, a lot of glitter around the multiple hearts dispersed on the page.
Gojo half-grinned, he was very amused with it.
Under the big title, there were the instructions along with two boxes.
💌 write yours and the person in your mind's name in the boxes below. 💌
His hand left the mouse and hovered above the keyboard. Quick fingers typed his name in one of the boxes, stopping for a bit to think about a name to write.
After thinking too much, he decided to write a famous person name ('the fight club' Brad Pitt, to be precise) and clicked on the bright ⟨calculate⟩ button under the boxes.
The screen changed into a loading loop, a heart was being filled as the seconds passed, indicating how much was left to show the results.
Gojo's eyes opened in amusement when an almost full heart showed with a 75% percent inside of it. He grinned entertainingly, finding it pretty funny.
It was a bizarre game; the thought of randomly throwing results based on whatever silly algorithm and probably making little girls cry when they didn't get a good result with their crush was humorous to him.
He clicked the 'try again' button and wrote more famous names along with his, having fun with every result.
Following what felt like the hundredth time writing random celebrity's names, Gojo leaned again on the chair back.
As his blue eyes decided to take a break from the screen, he looked around, spotting blonde hair passing by through the window.
His eyebrows jumped a little in recognition as he saw Nanami walk through the corridor outside; he didn't turn to look at them, unaware that Gojo and Geto were in the room next door.
Nanami was most likely going to the kitchen, Gojo noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was already wearing something that wasn’t his black uniform.
A little smile posed itself on Gojo's lips.
He turned his head to stare at the computer screen again, his brain suddenly lighted up.
Blue eyes glanced again at the window where he saw Nanami pass not even a minute ago, then again his gaze returned to the computer screen.
He stretched out his arms and his hands hovered over the keyboard, fingers ready to type.
Gojo side-eyed Geto carefully, just to be sure he wasn't watching again.
He wasn't, he was reading something that looked a lot like an article.
Gojo's fingers typed "Nanami Kento" in the [crush's name] box quickly and immediately typed his own next to it.
Glossy lips smiled softly with amusement as he watched the heart downloading in front of him, filling with blood and numbers counting up.
Then it appeared.
Gojo's round eyes almost got out of their socket at the same time he bit his lips just to avoid hissing; he brought his hands to his hair instantly and kinda yanked it as fast as he put them down on the table again.
A humongous, enormous, giant «5%» in black was on the screen.
5%
sorry, sometimes what we want isn't what we can have 😢
Bullshit; it was bullshit.
This game was not only STUPID but also RIDICULOUS.
With a flagellated ego, Gojo clicked on the 'try again' button and wrote Nanami's whole name in a different order.
In his despair, he didn't notice that Geto was already watching him type with indignant fingers the name of their blond kohai.
A black eyebrow raised in question, confused about Gojo's behavior; he didn't say anything, he just quietly observed the screen and his friend.
💗 calculating results 💗
trying to be quick, we know love can't wait!
Two pairs of eyes stared at the heart in the middle, making them wait for the results.
They didn't wait that much though.
A laugh resonated in the room at the same time as a deep annoyed huff of air.
3%
apparently things aren't meant to be 💔
A deep frown was on Gojo's features, showing the characteristic ugly faces he makes.
Geto was having so much fun looking at the big announcement that was beating Gojo's pride and ego.
Gojo was flabbergasted, offended, insulted, annoyed, irked, aggrieved.
"Seems you are not the loverboy Nanami needs." Geto said, mocking tone clear as purified water; the chuckle reverberating after making fun of Gojo.
"Shut up, asshole." Gojo turned to glare at him with mean eyes; Geto obviously didn't care, "Why are you even laughing? This is obviously a shit game." He rolled his eyes and threw himself to lean on the back of his chair.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you'd gotten a 100%" Geto's eyes narrowed when his teasing smile reached them. “I mean, I understand the result. Nanami is the only blondie around in the jujutsu world, I think he has the right to have high standards.”
Gojo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "I would say the same, because this game is so dumb; only ten year-old girls fall for it." A pause. “And for your information, douchebag, I meet all high standards.”
Geto stared at him for a few seconds, observing the obvious annoyance on his friend's face.
"Okay." He said as he leaned on Gojo's space, reaching for the mouse and moving the keyboard a little to put his fingers on the keys. "I wanna try too." The sound of a click going along with the 'try again' button.
His friend started to type his own name, leaving the crush namespace blank; Gojo guessed he was going to put Haibara's full name in there.
A single white eyebrow almost reached Gojo’s hairline when he saw his friend putting Nanami’s name with a soft funny smirk on his face.
He didn’t say anything, just watched the scene unfold with wary bothersome eyes.
The inquiring gaze never faded, the ‘calculating results’ page already downloading quickly.
Air was taken out his lungs at the same time Geto grinned with mirth at the big title on the screen, proving he was right when he said Satoru was just bitter and petty.
💗 98% 💗
marriage is impatiently waiting for you! 💖💋
Marriage.
What fucking marriage?
This idiotic piece of trash, who does he think he is?
Geto was laughing fairly loudly.
“You are just a loser, Satoru.” Geto turned to look at Gojo’s hideous frown, feeling satisfaction when his best friend stared at him with the most disgruntled face. “Looks like Nanami and I are made for each other.”
Rolling his eyes, Gojo threw his arms in the air. “See? This proves this game is garbage.” He didn’t bother to hide his pout.
“Bla bla bla bla." Suguru put his hand in front of Satoru, moving it like a puppet’s mouth. “I just hear ‘i am a big petty loser’, only that.”
Gojo pushed his hand away and turned the computer off.
“There’s only one way to prove it.” Geto started, Gojo turned to look at him.
They stared at each other in silence for a moment, Suguru with a shit-eating smirk and Gojo with a poker face.
Until the realization came.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna ask Nanami-kun on a date.” He declared, dragging his chair back and getting up. He started to jog towards the door and then quickening his pace once he stepped foot in the hallways.
Gojo almost threw his chair back as he stood up and began to run, determined to stop Geto from doing it. “Come back, you nasty piece of shit!” He exclaimed loud enough for Suguru to hear him.
“Not a chance! Love’s waiting for me!” Geto turned around and shrugged but never stopped his pace, watching Satoru running and jumping with his long legs towards him.
“I’m gonna break your so-precious earphones if you get to ask Nanami a thing!” He threatened.
God, he wished he could already dominate teleporting so he could bring Geto down instantaneously.
Ignoring him, Suguru kept running. “Where is Nanami? I swear I saw him pass by a moment ago.” Geto sang-song as he quickly searched through the open doors.
When Geto finally spotted Nanami in the kitchen, he stopped for an instant in the hallway to wave at him, still not stepping inside the room.
“Hey, Nanami! I was—”
Nanami couldn’t even greet the older boy back because the next thing he saw was Gojo-senpai tackling Geto-senpai down to the floor in a flash.