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Gojo's heel is nervously taping the floor, as he slouches on the couch. By his side, Geto has his legs crossed, ankle resting on his knee as his hand covers his mouth.
You don't know they're there, observing from a distance.
They made sure you didn't notice them, staying back the entire time. Arriving at the party later than you, making sure to not attract too much attention from the strangers around them, sitting down when they noticed you looking in their general direction.
Everything to not be noticed.
An odd behavior from them, one would think. They are so used to bother you, sling arms around your shoulders, leaning with their full body weight on you while sitting down, even resting their heads on your lap to sneak a quick nap during lunch.
Really, they are so used to just be in your space. However, they reasoned, they never saw you in these surroundings.
They decided, that one evening when the stalkerware they installed in your phone reported you were writing with your friend about a party, to monitor you. Simply because you are a simple creature, naïve, defenseless, unaware of the dangers of a party.
Even your gentle response to your friend betrayed an innocence about the happenings of a party. They remember the afternoon when your friend, from another school, brought you out to find the perfect outfit: how you gravitated towards safety, how your friend direct you towards more bold options.
They even remember the sensations they felt the moment they saw you in those clothes. They had Gojo bite his thumb's nail to stop the impulse of approaching, Geto lean forward as if that would bring him closer.
A little bit like now. They are both fighting the urge to stand up, really stand up with their shoulders straight to show their full height, and scoop you up.
Have their fingers sink in the plush meat of your thighs and your arms, that are left naked by the dress you ultimately chose, and carry you somewhere safe, somewhere far, somewhere only the two of them could reach.
But they stay put, nerves tense as they watch you dance. It's not as carefree as it could, you don't give yourself to the music as you still carry that air of self-consciousness you always have. Yet, you are dancing, to match your partner.
A boy.
From another school. The one your friends is from, to be precise, as she was the one to introduce you to the man who is now busy eating you up with his eyes. A quick introduction that Gojo and Geto didn't even bother to listen to, until he asked you if you wanted anything to drink. You answered you wanted something non-alcoholic; or perhaps something light, you corrected yourself, raising your head to meet his eyes, and looking positively adorable with that look of determination on your face.
If Gojo could have his hands on you, Geto senses, he would squeeze your cheeks at first, laughing about how cute you were. Then his hands would drift, touching places and caressing spots that would have you shake. If Geto had it his way, Gojo realizes, he would have you flushed against his body if you wanted to dance so bad. Then he would have you rest by sitting on his lap.
But there you are, dancing the night away with some guy who just smiles sweetly and doesn't hide his attraction behind a wall of scorn. And you look happy, with a shy smile blossoming on your glossy lips, and perhaps that's exactly why they're so hesitant in that moment: seeing you like that has never been a privilege they were granted, and they could still separate you from that boy as you stayed distant, dancing but in your own spaces.
It allows them to look inside a moment, to see something they can't have. Of course, of course they love when you are trembling and nervous under their gaze, when you become little and meek like a little church mouse, and they adore they way you give into their requests, the not-so-innocent questions that seem like penances to you. However, peeking into something that they are not supposed to see, and that something is the cheerful way you move your hips and chest to the beat of the music, makes them feel delirious.
It's not just intimate, it's forbidden to them.
Everything shatters, though, when a hand rests on your hip. They can see you jolt, surprised, and the boy comes closer toy.
And you let him.
When his hand goes on your other hip, pulling you towards him, it's enough. Gojo shoots up, and Geto doesn't stop him, opting to stand up and following him when he starts to stalk towards the two of you. The boy notices someone approaching fast, so he raises his eyes from you when he senses the movement.
You follow his gaze until your eyes lock with Gojo's, hidden behind the sunglasses.
You blanch.
"Been looking for you everywhere, piggy!" He declares, hand coming to grab your forearm and pulling you in his direction. You resist a bit, but he is too strong for you.
Soon after, Geto reaches you two, placing himself on the opposite side of Gojo so that you are surrounded. You shrink, the positive vibe you had about you moments before leaving your body.
"Why don't we go somewhere quieter?" Geto proposes, and Gojo is quick to agree. When the other boy tries to object, you see both Gojo and Geto stare him down.
They're taller, and bigger, and you see the poor boy back down from trying to keep you there. You wish you had enough bravery to apologize to him, but all you can do is lower your head.
You then remember, with your eyes fixed on your shoes, how you are dressed. The little dress that barely covers anything, that hugs your body in a tight fit, and you feel your face heat up. You have never been dressed like that in front of them, you're suddenly hyperaware of your position between them and the presence of their bodies so close.
One of them must have noticed something, because suddenly you have a jacket draped over your shoulders. It has a pleasant perfume, and you instinctively wrap it closer your your body. You don't even know who has given it to you, but for once in your life you feel grateful to them.
"C'mon, bet no one is on the balcony." Gojo says, while his hands drifts from your arm to the small of your back. He keeps you close as he walks, Geto on your other side.