Dudes, I like GoYuu. Should I be ashamed? Well, no. If you guys know me from my other stories, I feel no shame. For I am a petty bitch. I simp for any type of SugarDaddy!Gojo and spoiled!Yuuji with a splash of SimpforYuuji!Gojo.

This isn't meant to be too long.

It all began after watching one too many dance videos on YouTube. Yuuji popped open a can of soda, keeping his eyes trained on his laptop screen. He sighed dreamily as he watched Gojo smoothly glide along the floor in his one minute teaser for his best song, Lost in Paradise.

"Man...if only he did a full video for this song. Argh!" he nearly spilled his drink when he threw his hands up in the air. "Gojo-sensei! Why must you only do teaser videos for your songs?! The Infinity need a real video!"

The Infinity was the name of Gojo's fandom. Millions of loyal fans that sold out arenas to be a part of the Gojo-sensei experience. Yuuji was lucky to attend one, but the cost drained while it was worth it. Gojo was an icon. His music could either be for dance, sex and possibly crying in a corner. Gojo got him through his high school years with all styles of music and the man never released a full-length music video for his songs. All he gave were teasers, maybe a minute and a half if he was generous. The fandom begged and pleaded for a full video only to see a tweet of a kissing face.

His concerts were full dances to the songs and the man had the finest stability in his voice despite putting full energy into his dancing. His dance breaks during the songs were legendary with his body moving like water. He started the game at 17 and currently reigned as a king at 28. From his debut to his current standing, Gojo climbed up and stayed at number one and his current music was clearly his written work rather than carefully scripted and manufactured. All with a signature blindfold that he lifted every so often to show off icy blue eyes in half second teases during concerts. It made girls and guys swoon. To be in love with Gojo was the new normal since his debut.

And Yuuji loved him for years. His favorite song of his was Lost in Paradise that was released six months ago. It felt exactly like Gojo, so playful and chill. He replayed the teaser again. The transition from rap to full singing was smooth like butter. His teaser dance was pure vibes, cruising and lazily moving about that matched the chorus of the song. Yuuji memorized his dances by heart and he knew this one like the back of his hand. Dropping his can safely away from his laptop, he started moving his arms in the dance like Gojo while keeping his eyes on the screen.

He had plenty of time to study his moves. He wanted to be a backup dancer one day. Maybe for Gojo, maybe for another artist. He'd prefer Gojo, but he just wanted to dance. The performer was just extra.

His brother Sukuna was a big deal in the music industry as a songwriter, rapper and Gojo's video director, charting at the top 20 with millions of views on every video he put out. Yuuji could've latched onto his brother to engage in a meeting with Gojo, but he held himself back because he didn't want to look like an obsessed fan. Not like Sukuna would like that. His older brother saw Gojo as a rival despite filming his teasers and being a label mate. He never let Yuuji around the studio when Gojo was around.

Right now, Sukuna was out for a meeting in the bigger city area to discuss a possible short tour. Yuuji had plenty of time to kill, but more importantly, he felt really inspired to dance and their home with Grandpa had no room for Yuuji's moves. The backyard was spacious, but he was dying for an air-conditioned space with the summer. The dance studio he used to film Gojo's teasers was empty today and there shouldn't be any uses for it for now...

Grinning, Yuuji ran to Sukuna's room and barged in. Sukuna did it all the time with his crap, so he was allowed to do the same. Yuuji looked around the messy room. Camera, he needed Sukuna's camera. He bought one a while back before he got his fancy cameras he used for filming. He didn't have a crew to help him like Sukuna, all he needed was a camera and tripod. He leapt over a pile of neatly stacked clothes to the closet. His camera and tripod were right there. With a grin, he snatched it up and yelled out that he was leaving to his old man.

The drive to the studio was short, which was disappointing since it cut off Gojo's angst-filled ballad of the unfinished thousand paper cranes and a broken heart.

He scrambled out of his car with the camera and tripod in one hand and the keys to Sukuna's rented space in the other. On days off, he can use the space to dance, Sukuna had said. And he was paying for it, so Yuuji knew to listen. If Sukuna gets mad about the camera, then Yuuji will do the rest of the month's chores.

He nodded to one of the receptionists in the front, who nodded at him before Yuuji sped off towards the dance space.

Oh, the air-conditioned space. He sighed in delight as he unlocked the door and was greeted by cool, winter-like air. The room was lined with wall-length mirrors and a bar in the back to stretch out. He went to set up the camera and tripod carefully and checked the phone to see if he was in frame with his whole body. This was more for practice, but if it came out great, he would add it into his portfolio for his professional career.

After stretching properly against the bar with his phone playing Gojo's dance over and over, Yuuji kept his eyes on the screen. He wanted to do a full dance cover for this song. Pure energy with a break of slower dancing for the chorus. He had plenty of moves from his hip hop classes and breakdancing days in high school. And clearly his other teacher was YouTube.

He took a deep breath and started to record.

The complete song had been playing on constant repeat for a while. Yuuji was sweating and panting, but he was starting to get into the groove. His smile was much wider and more natural than when he had first started, too busy thinking about the moves that he looked stiff and controlled on camera.

"Alright, take eight," he muttered, now ready to finish the dance in one full take. He smacked the ground and got up to the camera. Erasing his previous recording, he took another deep breath. Time to officially record.

The result was the happiest he's been in a while with dancing. He was smiling like crazy and mouthing the words as he went along. He danced the chorus with the energy of someone happy the weekend was here, like Gojo-sensei. As a dancer, he added his own flare to it, adding moves that felt like they fit the song based on the tone and kept Gojo's part pure. He decided to end the song with a twisting flip, landed on both feet, and lifted one leg and his arms up where they almost crossed over his head and across his chest.

He grinned, running to end the recording before the song had time to start again. He watched it over and was smiling like an idiot. His muscles were burning, but it was so worth it. He was putting this in his portfolio. He had to move over the file to his computer when he got home.

He drove back home with 'Lost in Paradise' on full volume. But right when he walked through the door with Sukuna's tripod and camera, his grandpa was glaring at him like he ran over the potted plants outside like his brother had last week. His mind was racing when Grandpa stayed unblinking. Did he forget to turn on the sprinklers before he left? He did the laundry yesterday, trash day was last night…

"Yuuji, did you buy the ingredients for dinner tonight?" Grandpa asked, glaring holes into his idiot grandson's head.

Yuuji panicked, setting the camera down. "Shit! Later!"

"And stop cussing!" Grandpa called after him, scoffing when Yuuji dove into the car and nearly backed into their fence. He stared down at the filming equipment he left behind.

He shrugged. "Sukuna can carry his own stuff back to his room."

Yuuji came home not even thirty minutes later with the ingredients for a quick dinner, shocked to see Sukuna had come home too and was in the middle of cleaning his room. The equipment was already in his room and the camera was on his bed.

"Sukuna-nii! Welcome home!" Yuuji greeted, beaming at him. Sukuna waved at him with a blank look on his face.

"So Yuuji…what were you up to today?" he asked suspiciously, crossing his arms over his chest.

Yuuji was setting the groceries on the counter, going over his day in his head because he wasso stressed about dinner that the rest of the day was a blur.

"Well…lemme see…" He brushed his teeth this morning, then he was watching Gojo-sensei videos like he did every morning…

Sukuna scoffed. He was too fucking slow. He grabbed Yuuji in a headlock. "Taking my shit without asking again, huh?! You punk!"

Yuuji sputtered, grabbing his arm while Sukuna threatened to squeeze. Now he remembered. "I'm sorry! I really wanted to do a dance!"

"To Gojo's crap?! I already deal enough with that prick bastard on a normal basis. I don't need any reminders of him at home!" he shouted, not putting much effort into choking him.

Grandpa was walking into the kitchen with a stern glare. "You two knock it off!" he ordered.

Sukuna grunted and let him go, letting Yuuji turn and fall into a bowing position on the floor.

"Sorry! Please don't delete my recording, Suku-nii! I really worked hard on it and I want to use it in my portfolio!" he begged, clasping his hands together.

Sukuna rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna erase it, you brat. You took my shit without asking again. You better make it up to me."

Yuuji nodded quickly. "Of course!"

Sukuna jerked a thumb at the kitchen. "So make dinner and do the dishes tonight. Since you're garbage at editing videos, I'll add in the song." He sighed. Another Gojo song. "Which song was it?"

Yuuji perked up immediately. "'Lost in Paradise!' Thanks so much, nii-san!"

Sukuna headed back to his room, waving his hand dismissively. "Yeah yeah, I'm the supportive nii-san. And try to convince Fushiguro to give me a date, already."

Yuuji growled. "My friends are off-limits!" he shouted as Sukuna slammed his door shut.

Yuuji rolled his eyes and bounced back up on his feet, grinning from ear to ear. Sukuna was going to help him with his video! Giggling to himself, he hurried to make dinner with Sukuna's favorite dessert.

Three days later in the morning, Yuuji was happily eating breakfast and watching his recording with Sukuna's professional editing. Man, he looked so cool! Sukuna was in his room working still and didn't come out for breakfast. Grandpa angrily pounded on the door and told him to come out, but Sukuna shouted back that he was still working and trying to upload something. Which was weird, he could've done that at work, but he had said it wasn't for work, per se.

"This shit is taking forever to render, old man!" he argued, opening his door angrily. Right when he popped his head out, Wasuke shoved a piece of toast into his mouth while Yuuji was blissfully unaware.

Sukuna spat up the bread to keep himself from choking, eyes watering and stinging. "Dammit, old man! What the fuck?!"

Wasuke tapped his foot impatiently. "I keep telling you fools to stop cussing, you petulant brat! Now get out and eat properly!"

Sukuna rolled his eyes and glanced towards Yuuji, who was grinning at how he nailed his flip at the end. The older brother smirked.

"Not yet. Gotta finish and really savor the next meal," he answered before shutting his door.

Wasuke shook his head and sighed exasperatedly. "Why did I end up with two bumbling idiots as grandsons?" he muttered before going back to the table.

After breakfast and some chores, Yuuji flopped down to take a nap, but his phone buzzed with a message from Fushiguro. The content had him sitting upright with wide eyes.

'Itadori, it's Fushiguro. Nobara came over to my house with Maki-senpai and they're screaming that you were going viral. What did you do?'

Panic set in quickly. What did he do?! What happened?! He was just about to take a nap!

Right before he was going to ask, Nobara texted him through the trio's group chat with their senpai with a link.

'Itadori, you showing the world how you're a simp for Gojo-sensei?'

He shakily checked the link when the preview for it popped up. 'Lost in Paradise full dance cover by Itadori Yuuji.'

He gasped, sprinting towards Sukuna's room where the older brother was casually sitting at his desk with his feet up and phone in hand.

"Suku-nii! Did you seriously upload my dance cover onto YouTube?!" Yuuji shouted, grabbing his brother by the collar. Sukuna didn't even flinch, eyes focused on his phone.

"You use my shit, I decide what to do with the result. You should honestly be thanking me, brat. I put it on my own channel." Sukuna finally looked up at him with a smirk.

Yuuji glared at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Who do you think can be watching this right now with my reach?" Sukuna countered, grinning widely when Yuuji's face went pale. Like any reasonable person, he ran to his laptop, ignoring his grandpa scolding him for running in the house, and opened up his laptop to YouTube and searched for 'Lost in Paradise dance cover.' The search immediately showed his dance as one of the first few searches. Already it had close to half a million views.

The feedback was overwhelmingly positive and the comments were encouraging, but a few stood out.

'Omg, someone send this to Gojo-sensei! He'd love it!' 3K likes. The reply had even more at 4K.

'He's way ahead of you, check out his Twitter!'

Twitter, Twitter. What the hell was happening on that cesspool of a site? He avoided Twitter most of the time.

He was checking Gojo's Twitter now with Sukuna walking over and slowly leaning against the wall as he smirked at his brother. He hated Gojo more than any man thought possible, but his effect on his idiot brother was worth it.

Yuuji felt his soul leave his body when he went onto Gojo's page. A tweet from an hour ago. A pinned tweet.

'Don't know what I like more. The dance or the cutie. Look at that smile ( ω ) ~ '

Ah.

Gojo. Gojo-sensei.

He called him cute.

And the tweet that came after. 'Where are his DMs so I can slide into them? (｡•́︿•̀｡)'

He-he must be kidding, right? Gojo was normally so casual and childish on camera. Maybe he was playing the part? Honestly, that was a huge dick move to play something like that.

"He's been texting me begging to get into contact," Sukuna mentioned, knowing Yuuji knew he meant Gojo. He shook his head in disappointment. "I'm about to block his ass. He's been texting me all this time and spamming my phone. He knows you're my brother, anyone who has eyes can tell. Now he wants my blessing and for me to do a new project with him with you on board."

Yuuji's mouth went dry. 'G-Gojo-sensei actually wants to meet me…?'

"Can-can we go?" he squeaked, putting his hands together and giving Sukuna his best puppy eyes. Sukuna normally wasn't affected by them, but it was way stronger when Gojo was involved. He groaned and conceded to Yuuji's cheers and hugs.

He hated being a good older brother.

A week had passed and Sukuna already had a meeting with Gojo planned with Yuuji in tow. The younger brother was bouncing in his seat. He was going to meet his idol! He wanted to play some of Gojo's songs while on the drive, but Sukuna had a clear rule of 'driver decides the playlist.' Which meant stroking his ego by playing all of his music. But that was fine. Yuuji was too busy reveling in the amount of tweets Gojo put out since his dance cover.

This morning's tweet was particularly interesting. 'The start of something new…' and a picture of his empty dance studio.

They went into the heart of Tokyo to Cursed Sound, the record label that Gojo and Sukuna were a part of. The building was more like a tower with a traditional look to separate it from the other modern buildings surrounding it. The valet immediately took the keys from Sukuna when he came out while Yuuji was staring at the building like Christmas had come early.

'I'm gonna be in the same room as Gojo!' he thought happily. He had been dreaming for this moment. He had a couple bad scenarios run through his head, from falling in front of Gojo or saying something cringy. Right now, happy vibes took over bad vibes.

He followed Sukuna inside. There was never a reason for him to be at Sukuna's place of work. This was where business was conducted and Sukuna didn't come here often. He's more likely to be found in a recording studio closer by their home. Sukuna nodded to the receptionist and he led Yuuji to the elevators to get to the floor where the meeting was going to be. Yuuji was prancing and prancing about next to Sukuna's annoyed strides.

As soon as they reached the doors, Sukuna stopped him.

"Alright, brat. We're here. Try not to be so embarrassing, will ya?" he warned, staring Yuuji down like that one time Yuuji asked to borrow his car. Yuuji pouted.

"I won't be! You're such a jerk..." he grumbled, ears turning red from being treated like a child. He stepped forward to the double doors with every intention of greeting everyone properly.

Before he could knock on one of the doors, it swung open wide. Leaning against the doorframe in all of his silver-haired glory with his signature blindfold down to his neck was Gojo Satoru in casual clothes, gazing at him with full icy blue eyes and childlike joy. His smirk was hinting at something else, hungrier.

Yuuji's brain short-circuited. Gojo was right in front of him. Gojo was looking at him. His heart pounded in his chest wildly. It was all at him.

"Itadori Yuuji-kun~! I'm so glad to meet you!" he greeted, giving him a once-over and ending the rest of Yuuji's life by winking. He thought he saw Gojo give his bottom lip a small bite. "You're so much cuter in person!"

Yuuji was overwhelmed. So overwhelmed that his world was spinning with Gojo smiling at him expectantly. Then the younger man fell forward and passed out in his arms.

"Oh!" someone yelped.

Surprisingly, Yuuji didn't hit the ground. He could still hear some conversation between his brother and Gojo as the blackness took over his vision. He felt really warm all over as he was lifted up.

"H...mine...ow!"

"Fu...you!"

Gojo's already simping.