#brazenlystrong

[astrocuriosities]

@brazenlystrong | from shoko ieiri -> satoru gojo

the brunette stretches her arms over her head, letting out a yawn. " it's been slow lately, and I can't tell if that's going to come back and bite us in the ass or not. "

[bxtonpxss]

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scoops Thor up and walks over to the couch; then lies down on his back, places Thor on top of his chest. Nap + cuddle time combo!

While sometimes being stuck inside could be a total snoozefest, it also had its perks. Thor had free rein of the apartment yet despite his freedom, the chu mostly kept to the living room. Sometimes he’d take a nap in Satoru’s room but he really enjoyed the openness of the living room. Not to mention he had access to the balcony so he could watch humans pass by down below.

Today, however, Thor was planted in front of the TV. He sat comfortably on his haunches with his wiry bolt-shaped tail curled about his feet as he watched the screen. It had taken a few tries for him to get the hang of ‘channel surfing’ but once he did the chu found himself hooked on a variety of human entertainment.

At the moment, he was seriously invested in some romance drama that was currently airing. He didn’t fully understand why the main girl didn't just tell the guy she liked so much how she felt instead of getting hung up on some misunderstandings and thinking he wasn't interested. Humans were so weird. Thor wrinkles his nose and rolls his eyes at the fake-out kiss that almost happened on screen. What a load of crap! With a disappointed sigh, he starts to reach towards the remote to change the channel, but then Satoru enters the room.

Thor immediately senses him approaching long before he reaches him. His long ears swivel in his direction, and assuming the sorcerer wanted to be caught up, the chu begins to ramble without taking his eyes off the screen. "Man, Satoru, you totally missed it! Mayumi really blew it this time. She almost—" However, his words are immediately cut off when Satoru scoops him up.

He barely reacts as he's carried over to the couch and plopped onto the taller man's chest. The Raichu happily accepts his fate, purring and swishing his long tail. He then settles comfortably against his companion who'd already begun to relax, gently kneading his paws against Satoru's shirt while nuzzling his face against him with a happy coo.

Ah, he could tell him about the show later. For now, Thor curls up comfortably, resting his head on folded arms as he begins to drift off.

What a perfect time for a nap!

[incantiori]

teeth nip the helix of his ear. she doesn't like when he's quiet for too long a time. while she could never read his mind or anticipate his next move, iori found solace in knowing his routine. and how wonderful is it to know someone's routine? to be able to know exactly when to get a meal ready in accordance to their waking up. to know just what program they put on the television before sun shifts into moon. to look at the clock at realize when they've technically overslept.

breakfast cools on the table, the radio plays advertisements on an upcoming science fiction film, and he has yet to emerge from the blankets. her form drapes over him, bangs tickling his temple and her fingernails lightly rake down the length of a bicep. utahime coos his name in a way she would not admit to doing outside the confines of her very bedroom, " you'll be late for your outing with the kids, you know? "

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pushes a plate with a burger and a bar of chocolate over to Thor, and then gives his head a gentle pat.

No way! "Woah!" His two favorite foods?! Thor looks down at the plate, then back up at Satoru, tail swishing happily behind him when his head is patted. "Oh gee! Thanks, Satoru!" Thor pretty much inhales the chocolate bar, then begins happily munching on the burger.

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Thor was dying. He knew his time would come someday, but certainly not like this—sprawled out pathetically on the floor of his human companion's apartment suffering from heatstroke. The heat in Shibuya was way worse than anything he's experienced in Viridian. Satoru's apartment had gotten stuffy really quickly and despite his attempts to cool off by stepping out on the balcony. It somehow felt even worse outside than indoors. His body was too hot and even with his short fur, his temperature wasn't regulating properly.

He didn't even have it in him to move anymore. Thor had resigned himself to his fate, ears twitching at the familiar sounds of the door code being pressed followed by the Gojo's swift entrance as he whines pitifully with his cheek smushed into the floor.

He doesn't register Satoru's words or being picked up and placed on the couch, but he does register the glass of water. A small burst of renewed energy travels through him as he wills himself up into a slumped but seated position. He weakly reaches out with his paws to grasp the glass and brings it to his face, slotting the clear cylinder over his muzzle as he quickly gulps the cool liquid down like the dehydrated creature he was.

Once it was finished and his energy slowly returned, Thor set down the empty glass, then promptly leaned over and slumped against Satoru's arm with a coo. "I'm feelin' a little bit better now." He answers sluggishly with half-mast eyes. The water, while cool and refreshing, didn't fully perk him up just yet. He still needed a minute to collect himself. "Mm, can I get some more water?"

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"Dinner's in the oven." Flips a page, "No dessert until you're done, I hid them so you won't cheat."

[mugennoiro]

💌 @brazenlystrong sent: Today is Nanami’s birthday. Gojo timed it well, organizing and preparing everything. From the festive aesthetic to the food and drinks. He’s firstly thinking in what ways he can spoil Kento. To start! A giant present box, neatly wrapped in paper with cute baked goods imprinted on it. The bow is golden velvet, in the center is a card, stating, “ Happy Birthday !!! ” And a cute little chibi Gojo at the bottom right. Satoru’s signature. The contents of the present are an exquisite tailored formal attire, including both jacket and vest variants and two individual ties to be alternated between, a luxurious wristwatch, and a variety of delightful premium chocolates. Satoru has been noticing what brands of clothes and watches Nanami wears, so he has been extra fashion-conscious when choosing the gifts. Satoru is beaming, filled with excitement. A hand is carefully motioned to rest at Kento’s waist before Satoru leans in and gives his cheek an affectionate peck. But it doesn’t stop there as he places a few more doting smooches on his face. ♡  | unprompted (always accepting!)

FASTIDIOUS FINGERS make swift work of the wrappings — nery a tear nor crinkle displaces the print. Even the paper was selected with the utmost care. Huh. Kento sits at the fulcrum, unsure which way his thoughts will tip: toward genuine surprise at the attention to detail, or the bittersweet acknowledgment of another year passing . . . with nothing to show for it. A lump forms in his throat. A bolus of emotion that renders his vocal cords threadbare.

A series of rasps and creaks crawl up from the depths of his throat. Where words fail, the softness in his stare speaks volumes. Irises of gilded ochre ignite. He’s utterly enraptured by the offerings. Imported fineries that match his color palette to a tee. Chocolates that bear a near mirror finish. That would suggest high-quality tempering and high amounts of cacao, no doubt. All of this was selected by Gojo Satoru? No, no. This was a labor of love; selected by his better half.

The sudden warm, soft stamp against his cheek reels him away from his introspection. Gratitude is a deluge that overtakes him quickly. For a moment, he feels as if his legs cannot support him — moved immeasurably by the gesture. When he looks to his lover, he's greeted with more kisses. His grip slackens. Shoulders drop. In his chest, an intermittent flutter disrupts the stable beat of his heart. "Thank you—" he stops himself just before an address. Despite their relationship, it still takes conscious effort to overwrite his tongue's predilection for formality. The name leaves his lips softly, hesitantly. "Satoru."

[incantiori]

peers over her shoulder from behind (he is leaning down). “ Hey~ ”

the ink of the list is smudged. blue streaked against the side of right hand that makes her sigh audibly. she'd need to scrub her skin after finishing before heading out. the idea of it staining the fabric of her new blouse or the felt material of her purse is daunting. simple problems amidst the lifestyle of a young sorceress. as the oldest of her peers now, it is iori's responsibility to wrangle and support the underclassmen. mei always threw some sort of gathering for this reason. inspiring respect and forming bonds were important to utahime. even if not all her kohai were entirely committed to the idea.

his energy is felt before his presence. the hair at the nape of her neck standing alert and her own technique causing zings at her fingertips. his voice is what startles her though. nerves spasming in a way that makes limbs rigid and taut. her cheeks burn as they always do when she's embarrassed or flustered or angry and her voice is shrill caw, ❛  GOJO! ❜ a twist of form to face him, neck craned up high to glare at those stupidly wonderous eyes. gems she would wish to pop out of his sockets just to avoid their glimmer. utahime stops a sneaker clad foot down, pen's coloring smearing down lavender silk, ❛ I said don't do that! ❜