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@anvevennad-a
indie & highly selective satoru gojo from jujutsu kaisen. written by artie. duplicate, oc, & crossover friendly. please read my rules before interacting. plotting is very much encouraged, but not necessary. blog roll: @digouezh [oc] & @trelonkan [suguru]
In the process of moving blogs rn. Will refollow people once I'm done, thank u all for waiting.
Done ! You can all find him @lidadur. I'm gonna tentatively re-open shipping, but please keep in mind it's gonna be super lowkey and friend-only.
In the process of moving blogs rn. Will refollow people once I'm done, thank u all for waiting.
Done ! You can all find him @lidadur. I'm gonna tentatively re-open shipping, but please keep in mind it's gonna be super lowkey and friend-only.
In the process of moving blogs rn. Will refollow people once I'm done, thank u all for waiting.
Done ! You can all find him @lidadur. I'm gonna tentatively re-open shipping, but please keep in mind it's gonna be super lowkey and friend-only.
In the process of moving blogs rn. Will refollow people once I'm done, thank u all for waiting.
Done ! You can all find him @lidadur. I'm gonna tentatively re-open shipping, but please keep in mind it's gonna be super lowkey and friend-only.
In the process of moving blogs rn. Will refollow people once I'm done, thank u all for waiting.
@anvevennad a demandé : Yo, Suguru. You wanna make these ? We can convince Haibara to eat them.
« Satoru... That looks................... » A long pause.
« Why would you want to feed anyone that ? Personally, I think I'd rather eat a cursed spirit than one of those. I'm not making that, let alone making Haibara eat it. »
"But think about it, Suguru ! Imagine everyone's faces when we reveal it to them." Hang on a moment. He's pulling up another video. "Could make this to go with it."
mmm being held against a wall while they kiss you
« Ramen ? In this heat ? Are you insane ? » Suguru asks, feeling hot all over again just from the thought of it. He's craving something fresh, not hot soup !
« We should get stuff to make temaki or something like that, » he says, keeping an eye on his friend who is beginning to sound weird. Just out of breath, and his face is all red, but he did just bike them all the way here... Suguru doesn't think much about it although he makes sure to a vigilant eye on him.
« Or... We could definitely go somewhere with air conditioning. » After all, neither of them are built for this heat, and he can tell Satoru is getting hit by it, too. Maybe cycling here was a bad idea... But, hey. At least they're getting on the bus now and soon they will be getting ice creams.
Suguru sits by the window, and he looks out it most of the way, chin resting on his palm. When he feels his friend resting his head on his shoulder, he doesn't move in order to allow it. Too used to it by now, it brings him some sort of comfort. His muscles automatically relax a little, and it's not until Satoru speaks that he turns to look at him, soft silver hair tickling his cheek as he does.
His eyebrows dip into a concerned frown. Satoru really isn't fairing so well, is he ? Maybe he's getting heatstroke ? He looks and feels all hot, whilst he himself is feeling better by the second. This isn't right.
« Are you okay ? » He asks, voice low as he tilts his head forward to try and peer at Satoru's face. He brings a hand up to feel his temperature, fingers deftly pushing his hair off his forehead to press them gently to it.
« You look like you're about to catch on fire, man. I'll take the bike back, » he says, feeling a little guilty that he didn't take this as seriously before. « Are you sure you want to be out here in this heat ? » He's made up his mind as soon as they get to the shop he's the one paying. « Let's go chill out at the mall or something. »
Oh, this is so much worse. If his face was pink before, it had now deepened in colour, the tips of his ears equally tinged. Butterflies in his stomach become a storm when a hand touches his forehead, whirling incessantly, and eyes cannot look anywhere but at the calming brown of his friend's -- until they're not, drifting down towards Suguru's lips. There are growing whispers in the back of his mind wondering how soft they are, an impulsive desire to lean over and claim them growing. How would he react ? Would he push him away ? And so he stares, thinking, pondering, only snapping out of it when the bus rolls over a bump in the road and pulls him back to reality.
What the hell. Here, the light flicks on in his mind and solidifies his position: He is unquestionably falling ill. "Suguru, I--" A strained smile appears in response, fingers tugging at his friend's sleeve and moving his hand away. Despite the air conditioning working at full blast, it almost feels as warm inside as it is outside. "I'm fine ! Don't worry. Probably just getting sick or something." More uncertain laughter, Satoru looking anywhere but him. "Or yeah, might be the heat. Cooling down somewhere will help. Think the mall is a good idea. Can get food and go to the arcade." Kicking Suguru's ass in Jujutsu fighter will help. It always did.
When they arrive at their stop, he launches himself to his feet and speeds towards the door, nearly knocking an old lady to the ground. Satoru shouts out an apology, but it doesn't slow him down. Nothing can at this point. "Hey, Suguru ! Last one there has to pay for dinner for the next two weeks !" A grin followed by a wave, and he's gone, jumping off the bus and dashing into the distance. Fresh air. He needs fresh air now.
my love mine all mine
Well. It's midnight here, so ! Merry Christmas everyoneeeeee. And if you don't celebrate, I hope u have the most fantastic day !!!!!! Probs more of an end-of-year message ( if I don't do it now, I'll forget ), but I'm super grateful to everyone I've met this year ! I know I'm not the best at chatting to people for a wide variety of reasons, but I absolutely adore seeing all of you on my dash and am looking forward to getting my ADHD meds next year so I can finally hold proper convos HFDHFH. Big kisses to @digenvez, @nvictive, and @cvrseduser especially, thank u for dealing with my dumb ass ilu all.
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i miss him ♡
« Right, 'cause you're sooo short on money, » he says about buying his own stuff. This was Satoru's idea, anyway ! A brilliant one, yes, but still.
Arms wrap around his friend's torso, front pressed to hiss back. He ignores the fleeting feeling of his stomach fluttering, and soon it's forgotten as the wind hits his face and blows his fringe off his face.
He grins, Satoru's joy contagious, and he leans only very slightly to a side to look ahead over his shoulder. But then he decides to close his eyes and enjoy the breeze instead — it's hot, but definitely better than nothing, and it dries the sweat at the back of his neck which feels somewhat cool on his skin.
Fingers curl into Satoru's clothes a little tighter when the speed picks up and they shoot like a falling star down the hill. It's fun although unfortunately short lived. Soon they arrive at the bus stop, and Suguru's fingers are stiff when he releases his friend to get off the bike. His bun has come loose, and some more strands are stinking out unruly. It doesn't compare to Satoru's blown back hair, though ; mussed in all directions. He reaches up to try and fix it, careful not to get his fingers tangled in messy silver.
He's feeling a lot better already. Livelier.
As they wait for the bus, Suguru pulls the elastic out of his hair to fix it, holding it between his lips and reaching up into his hair to brush it back and tie it back up.
« You know, » he starts, muffled from biting onto his elastic. « I'm actually getting kinda hungry. We should get some food, too. »
Locking the bike away, he turns to give his friend a triumphant thumbs up, yet the expected distance isn't there. "Uh--" When fingers touch dishevelled strands, Satoru freezes in surprise. His lips part to say something, but any sound dies in his throat til Suguru moves to focus on his own hair. Huh ? Scalp tingles in a ghostly reminder, heartbeat quickening, cheeks kissed by the slightest trace of red while he stares blankly. What ?
What is this ? "Yeah ! Uh, what about that ramen place ?" Stomach flutters, words slipping out as fast as he can speak. "The one we went to a while back. Was pretty good." Strange. Is he getting sick ? Him ? That's not happened in years. Seems impossible. But what else could this be lest it was the heat itself ? "Though might be better to find a place with air conditioning. Don't want you melting on me. Would be kinda tragic." Laughter sounds uneasy, and he almost jumps for joy when he sees the bus rolling over the horizon.
Sadly, it does nought to improve the situation. He's sat beside Suguru, trying to concentrate on passing scenery outside as fingers fidget with his sleeve, that fluttering sensation from earlier muted yet ever-present. Temple presses to his friend's shoulder, brows furrowing. The bus is cool, cold air embracing once too-warm skin, but still it lingers. Still, it plagues ( why ? is he really falling ill ? ). "Think the heat is getting to me." A groan, nose rubbing into the soft fabric of his friend's shirt, white hair tickling Suguru's face. "That ice cream is gonna save my life. Maybe I should get two. Or three."
Shoko and Gojo as Sophie and Howl according to @tiressian and my brainrot lol
Suguru feels just a little anxious under Satoru's heavy gaze and the silence. He can tell he's trying to remember, and he hates to admit how hopeful it makes him feel.
He stares back for just as long, trying to recall all of the memories he has of them together, as much as it pains him, with the hope that the other man will get a glimpse of them behind his own eyes. Maybe, he will see himself tucking dark, silky strands of hair behind a pierced ear with the utmost tenderness. See how their bodies fit perfectly together, see how his fingers fill the gaps between his like puzzle pieces when they intertwine holding hands.
The man that is the moon hold his breath. He sees recognition there, and his throat suddenly feels so thick in his neck everything gets lodged in it.
As soon as it comes, it flickers out. Suguru doesn't realise how tightly he's holding his mug until it clatters lightly against the table from the tremble in his hand. He releases the breath he was holding, as well as the mug when the man sitting across from him shuts his eyes and ruffles his hair, and he looks away for a second to gather himself. But his attention is caught back immediately when the other pulls out the shades and slips them on. He blinks, confused, and the explanation feels like such a stab in the heart Suguru isn't able to breathe for the next few seconds.
He tries really hard not to make a pained expression, he really does, but his brows do twitch ever so slightly as it sinks in and he realises just how unnecessarily cruel that it. The light of life, the sun himself... Burnt too bright he's even sensitive to his own radiance. It doesn't help his pain when Satoru quips about his past life ; that makes Suguru's lips purse and hum to conceal a small whimper.
« Maybe, » he answers, trying to play it cool. « You don't seem too bad, though. » His smile is small, eyes downcast in what would be a bashful gesture were it not for the melancholy around him.
Gojo. Right. Surnames... He wonders how it's spelt, what it means and whether it suits him. It already doesn't, since he shouldn't have one to begin with, but he supposes it's all part of the punishment, isn't it ?
« Geto Suguru, » he answers after releasing a small breath through his nose. He really is still the same...
« You must have been staring back to notice. I can't be blamed for looking at those eyes, » he says, pointing vaguely at the eyes hiding behind tinted glasses with his coffee spoon. « You are the one that's come to sit at my little table, talking about looking familiar. Maybe from your dreams ? » He asks, a bit of a tease, a bit of a prod.
"Yup. I'm great." So confident. "Parents don't agree, but if I took their opinions seriously, I'd have gone insane by now. And be married with kids. Can you imagine me with those ? Would be a disaster." He doesn't hate children. When he was younger, perhaps, and ran around calling them brats. Now, his reasons for not wanting them are far different from mere irritation: he simply doesn't want his family to get involved. Satoru knows their ways, his own experiences colouring views and tainting outlook. It's a terrible thing to be spoilt as a child through monetary means yet never given love. Never be held. To not have true friends, everything kept within the confines of what they believed right. No one deserved that. In a way, his childhood and the joys it should've brought feel stolen. Taken without his consent and forever locked out of reach. And what if he unwittingly repeated that cycle as it often went ? What if he committed the same sins ? He'd never forgive himself if he saw the disdain felt for his parents reflected in their eyes. Lips smack together when Suguru gives his name, a finger slowly tapping his cheek. "Hm. Don't know a Geto Suguru. Guess you were right." There's renewed surprise at the disappointment seeping into his core, stomach twisting again. But these things can change. Were the universe willing, they needn't remain strangers long.
It's why he doesn't leave the table. Stays instead, raising a hand to call a waitress over and orders his third slice of strawberry shortcake for the day. If she shoots him a look of terror, it goes ignored. "Who ? Me ? Never." Cheeky grin spells otherwise, blue concealed behind shades squarely focused on Suguru's face. It goes without saying that the man opposite him is gorgeous. Had their not-so-secretive exchange of glances not begun, he's confident he'd have peeked over at him a few times regardless. Confident he'd have moved over to talk to him, their very meeting written within the stars themselves. "My eyes ? Is that all ? Anything else you wanna add ?" He lowers his glasses and flutters white lashes at the other. Strange how easy this little song and dance they've started is, Satoru falling in step to the rhythm as though he'd done it his entire life.
The way he laughs and smiles at his response is natural, too. "Ha ! If I had dreams. Or are you supposed to be the darkness I see when I close my eyes, Geto ? Scary." Dreaming is an odd concept. Satoru doesn't quite understand it -- when those around him talk about vivid scenes experienced, there's no connection for him to make, and when he tries to recall, he's met only with piercing headaches. As a child, he made his choice: the embrace of nothing was better than pain. Yet still, despite that, part of him yearns for what he can't have, much like how he craves a proper childhood. Desperately, despairingly, but it's not an option offered. "Wouldn't complain if my hypothetical dreams looked like you, though."
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