Chapter Text
"getou, what's the answer?"
the professor’s voice sliced through the low hum of the lecture hall, sharp and expectant.
getou barely looked up. with the ease of someone who had already worked through the problem a dozen times in his head, he recited the equation, its application, and an additional note about where students usually made mistakes.
a murmur of approval rippled through the class.
“as expected,” gojo whispered beside him, grinning. “you always make it sound so easy.”
getou rolled his eyes. “you literally got two points more than me on the last test. don’t act like you’re struggling.”
gojo smirked, leaning back in his chair like the conversation was just another game to him. "ah, but that’s the beauty of it, sugu. i do the bare minimum and still win."
getou clicked his tongue. “tsk. barely.”
gojo only chuckled.
he always did this—teased, poked, provoked. it didn’t matter what the situation was. it was like he got some twisted enjoyment out of dragging getou into his orbit.
getou didn’t rise to it. he never did.
he had better things to focus on.
as the lecture wrapped up, he turned his attention back to his notebook, making sure he had jotted down everything important. around him, the classroom erupted into movement—students stretching, packing up, chattering about their weekend plans.
and, of course, girls flocking to gojo like moths to a flame.
"senpai, do you wanna grab something to eat after this?"
"gojo, i still need help with that assignment—"
"you're so smart! you make it look effortless—"
the voices blended together, sugary and eager. it was always like this. wherever gojo went, attention followed.
getou tuned it out.
he had somewhere to be.
he slung his bag over his shoulder and made a beeline for the door.
or at least, he tried to.
just as he turned, a hand caught his wrist.
"where are you going?"
gojo.
getou blinked, slightly thrown off by the sudden grip. "uh… outside? class is over?"
gojo’s fingers curled a little tighter around his wrist, like he wasn’t planning to let go so easily. "to do what?"
the question was casual. the smile was easy. but something about it made getou’s skin prickle.
why the fuck do you wanna know?
is what he didn’t say.
instead, he shifted his bag higher on his shoulder, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. “just… stuff.”
gojo tilted his head slightly, studying him in that way he sometimes did—like he was picking apart a puzzle, trying to see what was underneath the surface.
“stuff, huh?”
getou hated that tone.
hated how gojo could make the most meaningless words sound like he knew something he wasn’t supposed to.
he glanced around. the crowd around them had only grown, more students pressing in, more voices calling for gojo’s attention.
perfect.
getou used the momentary distraction to slip his wrist free, muttering a quick, “see you later,” before weaving through the bodies and disappearing into the hallway.
he didn’t look back.
didn’t acknowledge the way gojo called after him—"hey—hey??"—with that same persistent, almost amused confusion.
he had better things to do.
his angels were waiting.
an hour later, getou settled in front of his screen, fingers flying over the keyboard as he set up his stream.
he had his mask set up, his tank top positioned just right, the camera angle perfect to show just enough without giving away too much.
the familiar comfort of his online persona, darkprince69, settled over him like a cloak. here, he wasn’t just some quiet college student. here, he was adored. worshiped.
“good evening, my angels,” he greeted smoothly, watching the chat explode.
[darkprince supremacy!!]
[missed you, my liege~❤️]
[step on me🙏]
he smirked, the confidence he lacked in real life pouring effortlessly into his voice. he twirled a lock of his long hair between his fingers, watching the donations bar light up.
among the chaos, one name stood out in the chat: princemywife123
[missed you today, prince. bet you looked good today]
his fingers hesitated for just a second.
“heh, what? spying on me now?” he joked, brushing it off. the chat spammed laughing emojis, and he moved on, unaware of the figure watching his every move from the other side of the screen.
the donations kept rolling in. it was music to his ears.
“what do you guys wanna do today?” he said, slipping the strap of his tank top down his shoulder.
[oh my god]
[what will you read us today]
[TAKE IT OFF!!]
getou banned the last guy. he wasn’t an explicit streamer, no, just a little bit teasing, enough to keep them hooked. enough to make them pay.
“hmm... let’s see. how about this story from princemywife123?” he mused, knowing full well that personal requests meant bigger donations.
the bar dinged immediately.
princemywife123: [please]
princemywife123: [i can't wait]
“the story is titled...” he leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “'just for me.'”
the chat buzzed with excitement.
[ooo spooky~]
[i bet it's spicy]
[reading in that voice is a crime]
his lips curled in a smirk. they loved this. loved him.
he cleared his throat and began reading.
“'they never noticed me, not the way i noticed them. every glance, every breath, every little thing about them was mine before they even knew it. i watched from the shadows, waiting. knowing the moment would come when they’d finally understand—when they’d finally belong to me.'”
a strange shiver crawled up getou’s spine as he read, but he pushed through. obsessive fan stories weren’t uncommon. still, something about this one felt... too familiar.
his eyes flickered to the chat.
[hot]
[i need MORE]
[princemywife123 is a genius]
a new donation alert popped up.
princemywife123: keep going. please.
the words lingered longer than they should have. getou exhaled, shaking off the unease.
“'at first, they didn’t know i was watching. but i was always there. they walked, headphones in, unaware of the way i memorized their steps. they streamed at night, never knowing i recorded every sound. they smiled at friends, but none of them saw what i saw. none of them deserved to. they were mine first.'”
his throat tightened slightly. the words felt too pointed. too deliberate. he swallowed hard, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
[damn... kinda intense]
[lowkey hot tho]
[prince, you okay?]
he forced a laugh. “you guys really send me the wildest stuff.”
he wanted to stop. something felt wrong, too personal, but the donations kept rolling in, especially from princemywife123.
a final message popped up.
princemywife123: imagine if the story was about you.
getou’s fingers froze above the keyboard. his heart skipped.
his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “creepy. but let’s move on, yeah?”
the chat kept scrolling, oblivious.
he forced a chuckle, pretending it didn’t bother him. pretending he didn’t feel watched.
on the other side of the screen, a figure smirked, tilting their head as they scrolled through their private collection of clips.
they knew every expression, every sigh, every little mannerism.
after all, they had been watching for a very, very long time.
getou groaned when he saw gojo in yet another class he was taking. he was pretty sure gojo hadn't been here the first few classes.
he sat in the first row, hoping to avoid any distractions.
so did gojo.
with a sigh, getou turned to him. "since when do you take this class?"
"since the beginning?" gojo rested his head on the desk, tilting it just enough to get a better look at getou.
his eyelashes are really pretty—UHM.
"no, you don’t. this is the first time i've seen you."
"maybe i'm just here for suguru-chan, then?"
getou smacked his textbook on gojo's head just as the professor walked in.
he quickly moved seats.
so did gojo.
this was going to be a long semester.
when class ended, gojo stretched and grinned before calling out, far too loudly, "suguru-chan, can i get your number?"
getou winced. everyone heard that. it was too loud to ignore.
he could just give a fake number. but knowing gojo, he’d figure it out and harass him again.
"what for?" he asked, already regretting it.
"to be friends, of course!"
getou groaned internally. why won’t he just leave me the fuck aloneee.
"fine." he scribbled his number on gojo’s notebook, leaning in slightly before whispering, "don’t text or call unless it’s extremely important or i’ll block you."
instead of looking intimidated, gojo just giggled.
later that night, as getou was finishing up some notes, his phone buzzed.
unknown number: hey suguru-chan (￣▽￣)/
getou stared at the screen. his eye twitched. he barely gave this man his number a few hours ago, and he was already using it.
getou: blocked.
he hovered over the button, ready to end this nonsense before it got worse, but—
gojo: WAIT WAIT DON’T BLOCK MEEEEE
gojo: what if it’s an emergency??
getou: what emergency could you possibly have at 11 pm?
gojo: i forgot what today’s assignment was :(
getou closed his eyes and inhaled sharply through his nose.
[getou suguru has blocked you]
he sighed, tossing his phone onto the desk before flopping onto his bed. why was this his life?
just as he was about to drift off, his phone vibrated again. a new number.
unknown: :( suguru-chan that was mean.
getou groaned, rubbing his temples. he had half a mind to ignore it, but curiosity got the better of him.
getou: who’s number is this again?
unknown: my brother’s
unknown: unblock me pleaseee
unknown: i won’t disturb you again
unknown: pleaseee
unknown: ;(
he stared at the messages. how the hell did he rope his brother into this?
ugh. this was a mistake. giving him his number.
he could play around a little. if gojo wanted to be annoying, two could play at that game. a small smirk formed on his lips as he typed.
getou: can you send me 3000 yen?
getou: maybe then i’ll think about it.
he was kidding, of course. he made that much in five minutes on stream.
but within seconds—
[gojo satoru has sent you 5000 yen]
unknown: i’ll send u more tmr
unknown: unblock me please???
getou stared at his screen in disbelief.
was this idiot serious?
he could just keep taking money from him.
no. that was too mean.
but also… tempting.
this fucking lunatic.
[getou suguru has unblocked you]
gojo: i’m sorry i won’t disturb you after this
getou: ok
silence.
he didn’t bother him again.
not that night, at least.
and yet, getou found himself checking his phone. again. and again.
waiting.
and he eventually fell asleep. alone. in his room.
definitely.
alone.