#getou headcanons
getou and a bet that changes him
“really, her?” getou questions, as his eyes land on you. you’re not his type, not at all. in fact, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t even seen you around campus. but hey, if he’s getting paid for taking you out, then what’s the problem? is it so bad to earn some cash?
“’m not going to lose,” he mumbles, when you straight out reject his offer of being friends. how could you say no to him? he was one of the most popular guys on campus with the second highest grade in class and perhaps the best football skills this town had ever seen. getou shoves that ‘no’ somewhere in his bruised ego and tries again.
“hopefully she’ll agree this time,” he wishes, as he sees you tutoring kids in your free time. he’s met with your annoyed expression and something about how you can’t teach with ‘his bastard face around’. getou tells you, “i’ll leave you alone, only if you be friends with me.” you agree only so you can focus on the task at hand. point for him regardless.
“what’s your favorite color?” getou asks. he’s walking you home, praying the entire friend to lovers! trope works out. he’ll ask you out once he gets to know you better.
“seriously, you haven’t ever seen inception?” getou asks. how could you not have seen one of his favorite movies? now he’s dragging you to his TV to watch it. He’s spending too much time with you.
“why are you so reserved?” getou voices the thought in his mind. he’s gotten to know you better, yes. but this time he’s actually curious. you reply with, “i don’t want anyone to have the power to hurt me,” getou feels guilty so he changes the topic.
“it’s just a shitty bet,” getou convinces himself as he watches you dance to the music of your favorite band with your friends. how your face is illuminated by the disco lights, as your hips sway. you look adorable.
“just a bet,” he grits his teeth as he as he worries about you getting sick from staying in the rain for too long. he even brings you soup and scolds you for not taking enough care of yourself. “are you a child?” he mutters as he dries your hair.
“a bet,” he reminds himself as he lays in bed, wondering what you’re doing. he can recite everything you’ve ever said to him. he can paint the way your face looks, your laughter echoing in the walls of his head. why is he missing you so much? why does he want to spend every minute of every day with you?
“maybe it’s not–” the realization hits him with the force of an avalanche, as his lips collide with yours, the world becoming nonsensical. how could he do this to you? how could he betray you like this? you’re the best person he’s ever met, the one he started imagining his future with. and now he can’t seem to think straight.
“it was never a fucking bet,” getou hisses, pure venom dripping from his mouth as his fist collides with the bastard that bet him to take you out in the first place. you had found out about his plans, running away with tears in your eyes and getou can’t ever forget the look on your face.
“i’m sorry,” getou whispers. his eyes are red, his face swollen. you have no reason to forgive him but when you take him into your arms, getou can’t help but sob. he’s been so unfair. so blind to what others felt that he ended up hurting them. and that’s the day getou changed forever.
Hot Things the Jujutsu Kaisen Men Do
Warning: slight 18+
Getou:
- Getou is literally going to be such a gentleman. I refuse to believe he isn’t
- He would be the kind of guy to walk his fingers across your back as he reached around your waist then pull you into his side as he pinched your hip
- Getou is beautiful so when he catches you staring (you know you would stare. Don’t lie) he would lean forward so he met your gaze and would smirk before reaching out to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. He’d give it a little tug before sitting back in satisfaction at the blush on your cheeks
- His chill demeanor is so attractive as well. He’d literally just do whatever you want
- He loves his kimonos, probably the only thing he will ever wear, but he will leave the top half loose so his chest can be on display. (Think Shigure Sohma from fruits basket)
- He loves to tease you. He will raise his eyebrows and stick his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he does this. So hot.
- He also loves to look down at you with hooded eyes rather than crane his neck to look down. His gaze often comes off as seductive, so you easily get heated over that
Nanami:
- I am detrimentally I’m love with this man
- He would definitely speak to you with his big business man voice most of the time and it’s so hot for him like COME ON I’d pay to be degraded by him
- He would lend you his button up shirts when you came over because he loves it when you sleep in them. Loves fucking you in them even more. He’d button it back up after you both finish and to me that’s so attractive idk bro
- He’d be so gentle but so stern. Same way in bed. Yep. Totally.
- He would hold your hand in public and grip it tighter when he caught someone checking you out. I think he’d be secure in his relationship with you, but jealous Nanami is sexy okay? Okay.
- His confidence and security is so hot too good lord above. The way he is just so commanding…
- Nanami would also be having a drink after work, tie loose around his neck as he threw his head back against the chair and swirled the ice in his gin and tonic and groaned
- Nanami would roll up his sleeves as you talk to him, head angled down as his eyes never leave yours. You’d be turned into a stuttering mess and he would play clueless, but his smirk gave him away
- He wouldn’t know how hot he is
Gojo:
- He is like the hot asshole jock dude you went to high school with
- He KNOWS he’s hot and he won’t let you forget it
- He would constantly be leaning over you, showing off his impressive height. He loves showing you how small you are compared to him. Definitely comes into play in the bedroom as well…
- He’d also be an unofficial/official sugar daddy. He’d pay for everything your little heart could desire
- He’d also be the type to not even look at a bill before slapping his card on it, knowing it’s not a problem
- Gojo would be the type of guy to stretch his long limbs in a way that allows his shirt to pull up just enough to tease you. His white happy trail accenting his delicious abs
- He would send you a wink every time he caught you staring at him (on sunglasses days) and he’d have the perfect boyish smirk to compliment it
- Also, he’s a man spreader, but it works for him. He’d pull you by the hips/waist to have you sit on his thigh or lap every time you walk by
- Gojo fucking Satoru is too sexy for his own good.
Toji:
- He’s a dilf. Boom. I could leave it at that. Dilfs are hot. Superior men.
- But anywho, Toji would flex his massive size any chance he got. He’d grab the tops of doorframes, leaning into it so his shirt stretched across his muscles.
- He would also be the kind of guy that would grab your waist from behind if you were trying to reach something on a top shelf. 50% of the time he will grab it and 50% of the time he will full on lift you up to grab it.
- Definitely grabs your face to kiss you. A cheek pincher too so you pucker up for him
- He would have a 5 o’clock shadow every other day and it’s so attractive on him. Definitely a dilf thing if you ask me
- Toji would always have an arm back behind you in any chair or seat. That’s also including when he is reversing in a car. He’d do THE THING when backing up. He’d even throw you a wink as he did it
- He would also always have a hand on your knee. He’d be a tease and squeeze up and down your thigh at inconvenient moments
- I feel like he would have a manly scent that was distinct to him. It wouldn’t be stinky or anything, just unique and manly and delicious because it’s Toji Fushiguro
