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⠀ ⠀.͟. ⠀𝔪ỿ̼⠀⠀✩ ͡p͟ret†𝓎˖⠀𝑔ɾ☆𝐯ҽ𝙮aɍd⠀ ̹ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐢⠀⠀⠀⸸eɴɖ⠀⠀ᵗᵒ⠀⭒๋⠀ᵢₜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀₊⠀𝐰𝚒ᴛ𝒽⠀⠀♡⃕⠀┈ *̱ɌȺ͜͡𝐆Ҽ .⠀ ⠀

⠀ what a baby... ❨ a comment mumbled， as if thought involuntarily found an aperture to escape from the confines of his own head———and fondness seeps through with it. ❩ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 were a good boy. who else is it ever， if not you﹖ ⠀

⠀ just making sure. ❨ his hand lingers atop the other’s head a few moments longer than predisposed… a pause， cat—like， before eventually surrendering to rhythmic strokes of recompense. ❩ ； for the good boy. ⠀

⠀ do you want me to pet you， too. ⠀

⠀ much better. you did well. ( ◠ ‿ ◠ ) ⠀

⠀ is that really what you're going to say after i told you that you could see my boobs. ⠀

⠀ isn’t the birthday boy usually the one to be asking this﹖ ⠀

⠀ i'm only saying you can see them when you want to. ^^ ⠀

i kinda hated that neither gojo and shoko ever really talked ab yaga’s death, their teacher and principal for over ten years, but what can you really expect from gege

⠀⠀ ( 𝓼udden tug ‘pon mask .. conniving , hormones trigger a solidified binding vow ) do — NOT . FUCKING . 𝖤͟𝖴͟𝖦͟𝖧 . ME . ⠀

⠀ how romantic. and yet you need to ask me to uncover them for you﹖ ⠀

⠀⠀ 🫩 i swear... ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ why that face? ⠀⠀