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"You know what ─ I take back my smash. Hard pass."

"Hey I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never been diagnosed with anything and you don't seem to be able to do so yourself." @tearenola

The researcher had been leading them to a room so they could talk. Despite his pouting, she opened the door to a small room. “ Uh— so I’ve come to Jujutsu Tech as a part of a team researching Jujutsu and Curse Energy. We asked if any staff members were free — and they said they’d send someone. ”Jett’s set up wasn’t very impressive. Honestly, it was just notebooks sprawled chaotically across the room.

It was obvious the man did not want to be here. Awkward. The tension in the air made the researcher shuffle in their stance. Fuck this. She was not going to feel like a burden today. With a huff, she began packing her supplies away. “ You know what — sorry to waste your time. You’re free to go. I’ll just say you participated, so no one gets on your ass. Does that sound good to you? ”

Gojo did his best to avoid any and all interactions with almost all of the other departments of Jujutsu Tech. He usually did a damn good job at it too, just sticking to his role as either sorcerer or educator. His personality alone kept many away naturally. Nanami, being one of the very few, who could somewhat stand his presence for extended periods of time. However, it looks like his good luck had ran out. This time, he had been tasked to support a researcher with their research. He didn't know much about it, and he really didn't care. He'd play their little game for as long as he had to before dipping out as quickly as he could. Satoru assumed he'd be playing body guard the entire time. Easy enough.

"Ugh..." The tall man complained, throwing his head back as he walked alongside, what was their name? Oh. Jett. Never heard of them until today.

"What are we doing? I can't believe I was assigned to this. This is a waste of my talents." Satoru grumbled, pouting. His eyes scanned their features, hoping to get some glimpse of what they were intending on doing. Perhaps this was just a joke? Maybe an excuse to work alongside 'The Strongest'? Heh, maybe.

@tearenola

What if they kissed? (( RIP Jett)

Send "What if they kissed?" and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss. :)

Curiosity had drawn the two into this position. Gojo had made a quip about the sort of physical contact her and the subject needed to make. Jett knew it was a joke — however, both possessing curious minds it lead to a sort of what if. Would different kinds of contact yield different results?

Before the man she stood — slowly leaning toward his lips. Oh, he smells nice… What the hell are we doing? She thought to herself, the tingle of skin contact starting to dance across her tender flesh. One more push, and her lips with locked with his. Wow, his lips are soft. He tastes like he has a sweet tooth too.

The awkward sound of kissing filled the room. Unsteady in her current position, she found herself sat atop his lap. This seems really inappropriate… Hands fiddling with one another’s — finding whatever way they could to make physical contact. His touch was certainly warm. For a second, she caught herself opening her mouth. As if she was going to slip a tongue in there. Ugh! Pull yourself together. You’re not actually making out with him. This was for science.

“ Okay — let’s try this. ” She whispered into their kiss. Slowly she released her technique, her energy attempting to interfere with his. However, a knot in her stomach kept her from concentrating. A sense of dread. Like the person she was engaging with was a threat. A thought she pushed to the back of her head. For now, she still wished to explore this contact theory. Questions about her well being be damned.

Pressing more of her body onto him, the woman began to notice a change in her suppression technique. Normally, it acted as a physical barrier — almost like a dam. However, with this level of contact, their energies seemed to have began to meld. Naturally slowing down the flow of his. Almost slow enough that she could read it.

If not for this damn intuition telling her to stop kissing this man. That feeling was back— and it was louder than ever.

“ Hey. I think — I need to go. “ She huffed awkwardly. A trail of saliva following their lips. “ Thank you for — uh, the study. But it’s getting late — and I still need to meet up with my team.” Jett stood, straightening themselves out. At this moment, their heart rate was through the roof. The kiss itself — the whole physical contact was nice. An overall joy to kiss. So why did her gut tell her to run?

@infinituminter “They have all sorts of merchandise! I want to buy it all for her! Everyone says that’s overboard though.” He pouted, rolling his eyes. continued.

A shrug. “ Who cares? It’s your money and she’s your kid. The worst thing I could see happening is— maybe one day having a bit too much stuff. But hey— I imagine that’s bound to happen when you have a kid. ” Jett paused to smile at Kiyo, who was waddling closer to the tv. “ So just buy it. Maybe add some experiences too, if you’re going to spend the money. It’s a bit of a trip, but the studio will sometimes hold Bluey themed live events back in Australia. ”

Those who could teleport were weird to experience — energy wise. While she was starting to get used to teleportation thanks to Kentaro, suddenly sensing Satoru's presence still made her jump. Although Jett is happy he was willing to meet with her, it was obvious neither of them were comfortable. She had been fidgeting while waiting for him. A part of her was tempted to sneak away — but that was cowardice and unfair to him.

As he approached — she dropped her Japanese. Opting instead to ramble in English. While fluent in Japanese, her native language came more naturally when she was emotional. Fortunately, he speaks multiple languages. Loni’s warning rang in her head— yet she persisted.

“ I’m so — so fucking sorry. I’m sorry for spitting on you. I’m sorry for confronting you. I’m sorry for all the times I antagonized you. Satoru—” This is the first time she’s addressed him by name. Let alone his first name. “ You didn’t deserve any of that. You might act like a prick— but you’re still owed basic respect. ”

It didn't take long as promised for Satoru to arrive at the park. Blue eyes through sunglasses checked his phone to make sure the locations match. They did. Great. To say he was on edge would be an understatement. If he was a dog, his hackles would be risen. He was sure she could sense his cursed energy before she even saw him. It remained erratic due to his emotions. Nervousness was at the forefront. He spotted her quickly.

Great. Deep breath. Release.

"Jett..." He called out, raising a hand in a timid wave as he made his way towards her.

“ Right, Gojo. Sorry.” That was far too familiar for the situation. If she were to be honest, it was upsetting to hear him speak. The realization weighting heavy on her. Jett’s actions have a worse effect on the man than she thought. Once he was done speaking, she took a moment to process her thoughts. He hit her with some things she wasn’t expecting. That okay. As she began to speak, she took his lead by switching back to Japanese.

“ Wait — you think I don’t like you? That’s not true. Look— it might be a cultural difference, but the way I antagonize you is because I like you. You’re witty and fun to talk to. I wouldn’t seek out someone I didn’t like — I’d ignore them. " Rejection is hard, but she had it coming. " It kinda hurts to hear you say we can’t be friends — that you don’t like me. I kind of thought because you shot jabs back, it was like a playful thing we had going on. ” A pause. No way she was going to be caught crying. “ But if that’s how you feel — I get it. Honestly, I’m kind of hard to like. ”

Okay, that’s starting to go down a self pity road. Remember, this is an apology. There’s no place for that at this moment. In fact, what she needed to do right now was open up. Empathize with him out loud— like she always has inside. “ I find myself drawn to you, because we’re similar in a particular way— the world would see us as creepy if we were to drop our masks. You might not know this, but I wear a mask too. It may hide something different than yours — but I recognize the act. And I know it can feel painful and isolating. That’s why I wanted to be your friend— I get it. ”

If she can’t fix their relationship, she can at least attempt to help the cousin’s relationship. “ My feelings aside — you’re also important to someone I care about. Kenny loves you, Gojo. He’s broken up about the fact that you guys aren’t talking. Fuck— he’s even talking about moving to Australia with me. But I don’t think that’ll make him happy. What he truly wants is a connection with his family. That’s you. ”

Satoru stood, with a bit of distance in between the two. Eyes shifting behind his sunglasses as she spoke. Hands shoved deep into his pants pockets, face as stoic as ever. When she finished speaking, his lips parted, before pressing back together. He decided Japanese is what he wanted to speak.

"Please only call me Gojo, for now." It was a bit firm, but he felt she had lost that privileged when she spit on him. "I did deserve some of it. I said some things that shouldn't have been said about you... I don't expect you to apologize for defending yourself."

"Between you and I, you know me more than my cousin. You've seen rather easily passed the mask I carry around, so I can see why you don't like me, and why I don't like you. We can be tolerant, sure, but I don't know if we'll ever be friends. I don't think we can be...." Satoru was speaking calmly, no disdain in his voice. His eyes glowed behind the sunglasses as he spoke, taking every bit of detail in that his Six Eyes could take.

Jett was dangerous. Perhaps not to physically hurt him, but able to tarnation the reputation that he built up for so long.

"I think we can agree that the two of us are owed basic respect from the other...."

" ... Wait, you're not? "

"It's comfortable! And pardon you, I'm not even thirty yet!"