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gojo calls you by many names. sweetheart, darling, baby, sweetie, babe, pretty; the list goes on. he rarely ever calls your name - you aren't sure when he last called you by name. you're pretty sure he knows your name though. if you ask him about it, he waves it off, giving excuses like; isn't it cuter if call you my baby? don't you like it when i call you mine? you can't really say no to that, so you let him call you what he wants.

sometimes, gojo talks to you about his work. he tells you about his students. you know their names: yuuji. megumi. yuuta. other times, he talks about his colleagues, shoko, ichiji. sometimes he says their names with fondness, sometimes with frustration. but you've yet to hear him say your name with any sort of emotion. it makes you feel so distant from him, when in truth he couldn't be any nearer to you. he's always right beside you, hip attached to yours, arm slung over your shoulders or resting around your waist. he's always in your personal space, trying to be closer, pressing in, wanting to be one with you, in you. he doesn't seem at ease until he's banging you desperately in your apartment, face pressed into your neck, hand gripping yours tight. mine, he says. so pretty, sweetheart, all mine, baby, you're so cute when you cum on my dick like that, fuck oh fuck, babe please, please say i can cum inside you im close, so close, fuck- baby- iloveyou- haaaaah, so much. you're mine, he calls you, mind a little clearer after the haze of sex has lifted. his, you think to yourself. not a name, but a label. and despite how closely joined you are, gojo never says your name.

there are names gojo doesn't say. when he does slip up, he refers to them vaguely, my best friend, my client, my trusted junior. you see, gojo has many regrets - and he can name them. suguru. riko. nanami. he never discusses the people he's lost. it makes you wonder if you are similarly nameless when he is at work. perhaps you do not exist in those circles. it makes you hurt, thinking that maybe you aren't as important to him as he is to you. you asked him this one day, when he was carrying you to the shower, your legs having given up on you sometime around the fourth orgasm. i'd like to keep you a secret from them, he smiles sweetly, setting you gently in the tub. it doesn't answer any questions. too tired to chase for an answer, you fall asleep almost immediately back in bed. gojo joins you slightly later, having to shower himself after he showered you. he watches the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, how your hair falls across your face, how you nuzzle into his chest in the dark, after he turns off the lights. he presses his lips to your forehead, and whispers your name to himself. i love you, he says. you're mine.

gojo knows his regrets by name. so he calls you his, makes you a part of him. that way, he can't lose you, like he did with all the others.

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another gojo drabble? hurt gojo lives rent free in my head

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(also ik i directly contradict my previous drabble about gojo and names but they are not linked! i just have an obsession with gojo and the way he calls people. the way he refers to himself by 私、俺、僕 ... im a little bit obsessed about language. so take it as it is while i try to figure out this man's psyche)