-TAKE EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT JJK AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW. I'm just trying to write a hot story about two hot guys because I'm delusional and want everything to be perfect. This will be updated. Steamy stuff to come later. Ty for reading! -

Gojo Satoru, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer of his generation, rubbed his temples, a sigh escaping his lips. Despite the immense power he wielded and the countless lives he'd saved, an underlying restlessness gnawed at him. His days at Jujutsu High, though fulfilling, had become routine. The constant stream of students, the endless training sessions, the never-ending battle against curses - it all felt mundane.

A flicker of nostalgia ignited within him as he thought of Geto Suguru, his childhood friend and former colleague. They had shared countless adventures, faced innumerable dangers, and forged a bond that had seemed unbreakable. However, their paths had diverged, leaving a gaping chasm between them.

Curiosity, a common emotion for Gojo, prompted him to reach for his phone. He decided he would take it upon himself to reach out. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. A simple "How are you?" felt too impersonal. "Long time no see, buddy" was too casual. He needed something that would pique Geto's interest, something that would make him stop and take notice.

A mischievous glint appeared in Gojo's eyes as he typed out, "Fuck you" He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the message. It was a bold, almost reckless move, but he was confident that Geto would react.

He imagined the possible responses: a confused query about the sender, a scathing retort, or perhaps even no response at all. The anticipation was exhilarating. As he hit send, a wave of relief washed over him. He'd done it. He'd reached out. Now, all he could do was wait.

To his surprise, Geto responded almost immediately with a single question mark. Gojo's heart raced. Had he gone too far? Or had he finally caught Geto's attention?

He pondered his reply, torn between humor and sincerity. Eventually, he decided on a more direct approach. He typed out the address to a local coffee shop and added, "Meet me there at 7:30 pm tonight." He sent the message, leaving no room for ambiguity.

Gojo stood up, stretching his long limbs. He had a decision to make: would he continue to wallow in the monotony of his life, or would he take a chance and reconnect with his past? The answer was clear. He grabbed his bag and headed out, a sense of excitement and trepidation filling him.

As he walked towards his apartment, he couldn't shake the feeling that this meeting with Geto might be more than just a casual catch-up.

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As he reached the front door of his apartment, his phone vibrated again, jolting him from his thoughts. A single thumbs-up emoji stared back at him from the screen. He fumbled with his keys, the cool metal slipping through his fingers as he tried to insert them into the lock.

Finally, the door swung open, and he stepped inside. Kicking off his shoes, he tossed his bag onto the floor and hurried to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, the soothing stream of water washing away the grime of the day. As the warm water enveloped his hands, he lathered them with soap, scrubbing away any lingering dirt.

After rinsing his hands, he ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing down the strands that had become unruly during the day. A quick check in the mirror revealed that he was presentable enough. He rummaged through his bag, pulling out his wallet and sliding it into his pocket.

A glance at his watch sent a jolt of adrenaline through him. It was 7:15. Shit. He had only fifteen minutes to get to the coffee shop.

Grabbing his keys, he rushed out the door, his footsteps echoing in the empty alleyway outside of his home.

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He finally arrived at the coffee shop, a sense of anticipation filling him. The clock read 7:28. With two minutes to spare, he approached the counter and ordered two drinks from the barista. Unsure of Geto's preferences, he opted for the coffee shop's best-seller, a chai latte. After paying, he stepped aside to wait for his drinks.

As he scanned the room, his gaze landed on a familiar figure sitting at a table near the window. It was Geto. A wave of surprise washed over Gojo as he realized they had arrived at the same time.

The barista called out his name, and he grabbed the two cups of coffee. He walked over to the table where Geto was seated, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in his mind.

"I grabbed us some drinks," he said, showing Geto the two coffee cups in his hands.

Geto looked up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Thanks," he replied, his voice laced with a familiar warmth that sent a shiver down Gojo's spine.

As they sat down, a comfortable silence settled between them. It was as if time had stood still, allowing them to soak in the moment.