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The night was as lively as ever. The glow of the purple led illuminated Gojo’s face as he leaned back in his gaming chair, a forgotten bag of chips resting beside his keyboard. The chat scrolled so fast it was almost impossible to keep up with the thousands of messages flashing nonstop.
— Alright, alright… let’s see… what do you guys want to know now? — he asked, running his fingers through his white hair absentmindedly.
He was used to this rhythm. Huge live streams, absurd audiences, questions ranging from "what’s your favorite game?" to "what color is your underwear today?" Nothing surprised him anymore.
Until a particular comment caught his attention.
"Gojo, what do you think about Geto Suguru’s music?"
He read it aloud, his expression slightly amused. The name wasn’t unfamiliar, of course. It was impossible to be an internet user and not know who Geto Suguru was. Vocalist of one of the most famous bands of the moment, millions of fans, deep lyrics, an iconic visual… the kind of artist everyone idolized.
Gojo tilted his head slightly, considering the question for a second. Then, he shrugged, not thinking too much before answering:
— What do I think about Geto’s music? Oh, he’s that vocalist, right? From that famous band and all...
He clicked his tongue, pretending to think, but his relaxed expression made it clear he wasn’t taking the question seriously.
— I don’t know, it never really caught my attention. Not that it’s bad, just… kinda boring, you know? — he said, shrugging, completely unaware of the avalanche of messages starting to pour in.
The chat exploded.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN???"
"GOJO, DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW"
"BRO, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?"
Gojo laughed, amused by the fans’ exaggerated reaction.
— What? Am I gonna get canceled for having good taste in music now? — he teased.
He watched as the chat blew up. Geto’s fans were on the verge of a meltdown, typing so fast he could barely make out the words. Some claimed he was talking nonsense, others insisted he just hadn’t listened to the right songs, and the most intense ones were already threatening to "educate" him by force.
He leaned back in his chair, a smirk forming on his lips. Seeing people get so riled up over an innocent joke amused him more than it should. Maybe keeping it going wasn’t such a bad idea… After all, the stream was almost over anyway. Stirring up some drama before signing off was just his style.
— Alright, alright! — he said, laughing as he raised his hands in exaggerated surrender. — You guys win. I’ll redeem myself.
Pushing his glasses closer to his eyes, he adopted a theatrical tone before dramatically declaring:
— I would like to formally state that Geto Suguru might be a good singer… but he’s still not making it into my playlist.
The uproar was instant. The chat split between meltdowns, laughter, and pure despair. Gojo simply enjoyed the reactions, relishing every second of the chaos he had unleashed.
— Sorry, kitty, but it’s the truth.
With one last wave to the camera, he wrapped things up, still amused by the mess he had caused:
— That’s it, folks. Kisses. See you in the next stream, bye-bye.
And with that, the screen went dark, officially ending eight straight hours of streaming.
What he didn’t know was that, on the other side of the city, a certain vocalist had already heard every word he had said. And he definitely had something to say about it.
Long streams always left Gojo satisfied. He loved the feeling of spending hours playing, laughing, and chatting with his fans like they were old friends. But inevitably, they had consequences the main one being that he completely forgot to eat. Now, with his stomach growling and sleep nowhere in sight, he needed to find a place that was still open in the middle of the night.
Grabbing his phone, he flopped onto his bed, scrolling through his feed absentmindedly. His notifications were exploding with tags, reposts, memes, people freaking out over the impact of his comment about Geto Suguru. He chuckled softly.
To him, it was all just one big joke. He had nothing against the singer he was just being honest. The truth was simple: Geto wouldn’t make it onto his playlist. Their music tastes were just completely different.
That’s when his screen lit up with a message.
Nanami: You know something curious, Satoru Gojo? You're famous. That means you can't go around making your little jokes all the time, because they spread across the entire internet, you big idiot.
Gojo smirked, already expecting exactly this kind of reaction from his friend.
Gojo: I know, my prince, but it was just a joke. A little mischief to make people laugh.
Nanami: You’re going to drive me crazy, you know that?
Gojo: Calm down, darling. Go to sleep, it’s late, prince.
Nanami: I’m going. Just wanted to stop by to scold you first. Don’t stay up too late.
Gojo chuckled before locking his screen. Among the messages, he saw a few from companies offering contracts to test new games, but that could wait until tomorrow. Right now, his only concern was satisfying his uncontrollable craving for fried chicken.
After a few minutes of searching, he finally found a restaurant that was about to close but, luckily, accepted his order.
With the estimated wait time on the screen, he decided a shower would be the perfect way to end the night. He had already taken two throughout the day, but a third seemed like a necessary ritual after eight hours of streaming.
The hot steam filled the bathroom as the water ran through his platinum strands, relaxing his tired muscles. For a brief moment, he allowed himself some silence. No chat, no notifications, no voices except the sound of water. It was almost refreshing.
After a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower and threw on his most comfortable pajamas. The fresh scent of soap still lingered on his skin when he heard the intercom buzz.
His food had arrived.
With his meal finally in hand, Gojo settled onto the couch, opening the container of still-hot fried chicken. The smell filled the room, and he smiled in satisfaction.
The TV was playing some random show he barely paid attention to. What really distracted him were the persistent notifications on his phone, vibrating nonstop beside him.
He rolled his eyes.
— What is it now? — he muttered, taking a bite of chicken before unlocking his phone.
Social media was still in chaos. The clip from his live where he talked about Geto Suguru had already gone viral, being shared everywhere. Memes, heated debates between fans, edits of him with a smug expression over pictures of the singer… It was all hilarious to Gojo.
— Damn, you guys are fast — he chuckled to himself.
Out of curiosity, he clicked on one of the most shared videos. It was a perfectly edited clip of the moment he said, "Sorry, kitty, but it’s the truth." And, of course, the chat going insane underneath.
In the comments, some people were outraged, others found it funny, but what really caught his attention was one specific detail: a lot of people were tagging Geto Suguru.
Gojo chewed slowly, looking at it with a bit more interest. He hadn’t expected it to reach the singer so quickly…
But what if it already had?
Leaning into the couch, he opened Twitter. That’s when he saw that Geto himself had posted something just a few minutes ago.
It was a simple message, but it immediately sent the internet into a frenzy:
"Yeah, looks like I need to update my playlist too."
Gojo blinked, reading the sentence a few times before a grin stretched across his face.
— Oh, so he saw it…
He wasn’t exactly sure how to interpret it. Was it shade? A joke? A challenge?
Either way, the thought that Geto Suguru, one of the biggest music stars, had stopped to respond to something he said only made things even more entertaining.
Gojo grabbed another piece of chicken, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
— Okay, now I’m curious.
He had to admit—this was getting more and more interesting.
The morning sun filtered through the heavy hotel room curtains, casting a soft glow over the figure still tangled in the sheets. Geto Suguru was not exactly a morning person, but years of touring and commitments had forced his body into a chaotic routine.
With a tired sigh, he reached for the bedside table and grabbed his phone. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision before unlocking the device.
Mentions, tags, messages… And, of course, the post he had made hours ago was still gaining traction.
A simple phrase, but apparently, it had set Twitter on fire. Geto scrolled through the comments, seeing fans freaking out, others trying to decipher whether this was a fight or just a joke, and some simply enjoying the chaos.
— So this is what caused all that noise… — he murmured, opening one of the circulating videos.
On the screen, Gojo Satoru, a famous streamer and internet personality, laughed carefreely as he said:
"Sorry, kitty, but it's the truth."
Geto raised an eyebrow.
— Kitty? — he repeated, his voice husky from sleep, a small amused smile forming at the corner of his lips.
Before he could continue his morning dive into the chaos, a loud knock on the hotel room door pulled him from the moment.
— Wake up, rock star — a deep, impatient voice called from the other side.
Geto sighed, running a hand through his messy hair before opening the door.
— Sukuna, for fuck’s sake, it's seven in the morning.
The famous fighter leaned against the doorframe, holding a coffee in one hand and wearing his usual sportswear. His sharp eyes scanned Geto from head to toe.
— That’s the price of being my friend. Now, stop whining and explain to me why the entire internet is talking about you and that white-haired streamer.
Geto gave a half-smile, crossing his arms.
— Ah… So you saw it?
— Everyone saw it — Sukuna walked into the room uninvited, dropping the coffee on the table. — I opened Twitter, and all I saw was your face and his. What is this? A feud? A marketing stunt? Or did you just decide to play with fire?
Geto chuckled, closing the door and picking up his phone again.
— I don’t even know. But it seems like Gojo Satoru has a lot to say about my work.
— And you answered. Which means this isn't dying down anytime soon — Sukuna sat on the couch, taking a sip of coffee. — So, what are you gonna do now?
— Haven’t decided yet. But I think I might have some fun with it.
Sukuna laughed, shaking his head.
— Just don’t make me wake up tomorrow with half the world thinking you and this guy are dating.
Geto grabbed Sukuna’s coffee without hesitation, taking a sip before replying:
— No promises.
He smirked and went to grab some clothes from his suitcase while Sukuna rushed him from the other side of the room.
— Hurry up, man. If I miss my training session because of you, I swear I’m dragging you into the ring.
— Relax, Sukuna. Unlike you, I don’t need to be up at seven in the morning to punch people.
— No, you just have to look pretty on stage. I bet you could sing even in your sleep.
Geto laughed, shaking his head before disappearing into the bathroom.
The hot steam from the water helped wash away the last remnants of sleep, and a few minutes later, he was ready. He wore a simple black t-shirt, ripped jeans, and dark sunglasses to hide the exhaustion from a restless night. Sukuna, on the other hand, was dressed in his usual sporty hoodie and a backward cap, always looking like he was ready to take on the world.
— Finally — Sukuna huffed when Geto stepped out of the room. — Now, I have training before the press conference, and you have to show up at the record label later.
Leaving the hotel, the two walked through the busy city streets. Geto had a meeting with his team about future music projects, and Sukuna needed to go through a medical evaluation before training. The problem with being public figures, however, was that every outing could turn into an event.
And, of course, that’s exactly what happened.
Paparazzi swarmed them in the middle of the street, their cameras and microphones aimed like weapons ready to fire questions.
— Geto! Sukuna! A quick word! — one of them shouted.
The two exchanged glances, and Sukuna sighed.
— Here we go…
— Sukuna, how are you preparing for the fight against Nanami? Many say it’ll be one of the most balanced fights of your career!
The fighter smirked, crossing his arms.
— Balanced? I’d say it’s gonna be a show. You’re gonna see Nanami at his limit.
The reporters laughed at the provocation and quickly turned to Geto.
— And you, Geto? What do you have to say about the recent controversy involving Gojo Satoru? It seems he took a jab at your music during his last live stream!
Geto raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses, feigning surprise.
— Controversy? All I saw was a famous streamer admitting he has terrible taste in music.
The paparazzi reacted instantly, laughing and murmuring among themselves while jotting everything down.
— So you weren’t offended by his comment?
Geto smiled.
Sukuna groaned beside him.
— Here comes trouble.
The paparazzi tried to ask more questions, but their security teams quickly intervened, clearing the way for them to keep walking.
— I can’t believe you just added more fuel to the fire — Sukuna muttered as they walked.
— What can I say? — Geto shrugged. — He started it.
Sukuna chuckled.
— This is gonna be a mess.
Geto smirked to himself.
— I sure hope so.