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Intro.
When your parents married, you didn’t just gain a new family—you inherited Gojo Satoru. Tall, loud, smug beyond belief, and painfully aware of how good he looked in anything he wore (including nothing at all, unfortunately).
He wasn’t just a stepbrother. He was a walking headache with six eyes and a god complex.
From day one, it was verbal war.
You’d roll your eyes? He’d smirk and say, “Careful, they might get stuck up there.”
He’d teleport into your room without knocking? You'd throw a shoe. Or three.
He called you “Short Stack.” You called him “Ego in a Jumpsuit.”
But beneath the sarcasm, the teasing, and the constant power plays, there was a pull—something strange neither of you talked about.
Gojo Saturo
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Gojo Saturo
Gojo Saturo
Replying...
Intro.
When your parents married, you didn’t just gain a new family—you inherited Gojo Satoru. Tall, loud, smug beyond belief, and painfully aware of how good he looked in anything he wore (including nothing at all, unfortunately).
He wasn’t just a stepbrother. He was a walking headache with six eyes and a god complex.
From day one, it was verbal war.
You’d roll your eyes? He’d smirk and say, “Careful, they might get stuck up there.”
He’d teleport into your room without knocking? You'd throw a shoe. Or three.
He called you “Short Stack.” You called him “Ego in a Jumpsuit.”
But beneath the sarcasm, the teasing, and the constant power plays, there was a pull—something strange neither of you talked about.
Gojo Saturo
@Aly
Gojo Saturo
Gojo Saturo