satoru gojo is clingy today, which would be fine if it wasnt really hot.
"cmon.. just 10 more minutes." is the same thing satoru gojo has been telling you for the past 40 minutes whenever you complain about him cuddling you.
groaning in annoyance, you attempt to push what feels more like a fucking furnace rather than a body off you.
"you've been saying that for the past hour!" you protest just as satoru tightens his grip around your mid section.
the smug bastard then proceeds to hum and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to sweat even more. how satoru can lay there ontop of you— underneath a blanket, no less— and continue to cuddle you like youre not minutes away from overheating would be impressive if you werent the one living through it.
"oh my god im gonna die and itll all be your fault." as dramatic as you might be, this might actually be your fate. overheating because your boyfriend wont stop cuddling, and what a sad fate that is.
glancing down at satoru, you expect some sort of snarky response from him but its silent. too silent.
his breathing has slowed down significantly and his arms have gone limp around you, well as limp as they can be while still holding on.
satoru might be asleep. and with great joy, you decide to try and sneak your way out of his crushing embrace— carefully removing one arm and then the other.
slowly, you roll out of his arms and sit up in your bed.
a sense of relief washes over you, only to be destroyed the moment you feel a hand on your wrist.
"where do you think your going?" you stiffen, slowly turning to look over your shoulder in a way only a horror movie protagonist would.
your gaze lands on satoru, in the center of your bed right where you had rolled out of his embrace, his gaze— although tired— laser focuses on you like a target.
you swallow, "to the bathroom...?" you answer, voice full of fear as you watch the cogs work in his brain to form a response. satoru looks so precious like this it almost makes you forget the atrocities hes done by imprisoning you.
"can i come with." satoru asks. youre inclined to say no but if you refuse he'll probably cuddle up to your sweaty & dizzy self again.
sighing, you nod your head and satoru grins, following after you like a 2nd shadow.
(implied suicide at the end)
in which you deal with the grief of losing those you cherish.
"how did it end up like this?" a question you never seem to learn the answer of, no matter how much you think about it.
when did it all start? when toji killed the star plasma vessel? or did it start when suguru saw those 2 girls in the village? was there a way to stop him? should you have noticed something odd when he wore the full uniform during summer? were you too caught up in yourself to notice his spiral? could you have been a better friend?
you feel tears prick your eyes, that familiar stinging feeling in your throat as you wipe away the tears with the sleeve of satorus jujutsu high uniform.
letting out a shaky breath, you look up at the sky to take your mind off things, maybe if you drown yourself in missions the pain will eventually fade into nothing.
when will you stop lying to yourself? theres no way youll ever move on, not when you have to visit two graves on christmas eve. not when they both died on the same day— not when the two people you cherished the most left you & shoko alone.
is it selfish to wish you died alongside them? youve considered it many times, the only thing thats kept you going is the thought of shoko all alone, you cant possibly abandon her, not after what shes been through.
you two might not be close but you can tell, she misses them both dearly.
a shooting star passes by. your gaze follows the anomaly as it passes over the sky and into the unknown and you close your eyes, to wish for one thing.
wherever suguru & satoru are, you hope that theyre at least happy there. maybe when you get there, they'd have made up & became friends again. itll all go back to normal then, you, shoko, satoru and suguru fooling around and staying up all night.
...
what a naive way of thinking, you cant help but chastise yourself for still hoping when theres clearly no purpose at all. theyre both dead, probably rotting somewhere and no amount of hopeful, naive wishing is gonna make it better. neither will come back anyway.
whats the point, even? youll never meet anyone like them. no one could compare to satoru & suguru, and you dont have it in you to visit a cemetery every christmas eve.
you just hope they wont hate you for what you're about to do.
i just miss him.
mirror prns
animanga ; jjk (rewatch & reread,) op (post dressrosa)
characters ; satoru, luffy, suguru, ace, burr
songs ; about you, never there, better than me, secret door
as soon as the trailer ends, you open up twitter to sign into your not so secret fan account and make a few reasonable tweets about satoru and just how delicious he looks. about halfway through, a sudden wave of exhaustion washes over you and so you leave your phone behind and wander off to your room to sleep peacefully.
even after satoru shuts off his phone, yours continues to buzz relentlessly on the nightstand. one notification after another lights up the screen, the soft hum eventually becoming impossible to ignore. with an exasperated sigh, he reaches over, intending to silence it for you.
the moment the screen lights up, though, his attention snags.
it’s a fan account.
his fan account.
well… yours, technically.
his brows lift in amused disbelief as his thumb absentmindedly scrolls through the timeline. tweet after tweet, photo after photo, edits, reactions, shameless praise— an entire account devoted to him. a laugh slips past his lips before he can stop it, warmth spreading across his face.
it’s a rainy day today and you’re out with an umbrella over your head, talking with suguru and shoko.
“that’s what I told him!” shoko says, telling you & suguru of the time she got in trouble for something she claims was not her fault (it definitely was.)
right as you’re about to speak, you hear satoru calling out your name from behind alongside a pair of footsteps approaching— or rather running to where you stand.
“i forgot my umbrella, mind if we share?” asks satoru with a sheepish smile, his cheeks slightly red. hair & clothes damp from running in the rain.
suguru raises an eyebrow while shoko practically gags in the background, all 4 of you know he could’ve used infinity but instead he just wants to stay close to you, and you’re not one to turn down an offer like that.
“sure, hop in.” you respond with a smile, and maybe it’s a trick of the light but did satoru light up? whatever, it’s probably not the case.
you can feel your face heating up when he scoots just a tiny bit too close, a little more than what he needed to be covered. you allow it anyways.
suguru and shoko seem to notice this because the both of them give you a knowing look, only cut when satoru asks what you were talking about before he arrived.
thankfully, there’s no more awkward silence as you all talk with eachother and chat it up.
though, your cheeks become redder whenever satorus hand brushes against yours for a split second, he seems to notice too because he glances at your hand then at you and then somewhere else. as if that will hide the adorable red hue painting across his pale cheeks.
“god he’s such an idiot.” you think to yourself fondly.
how long will it take for either of you to confess? because it’s getting increasingly harder each day to not just kiss him stupid whenever he has that stupid grin on his face.
oh well. you’ll just have to wait until you can’t take it anymore.
...maybe you can confess during the fireworks festival in a few weeks.
pt.2 with confession scene.... decisions decisions
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