it was enough back then to be perpendicular , slot a warm hand at the junction of satoru's neck to guide his lolling head away from the glass of the car window, to take suguru's shoulder as his pillow instead . these days he turns himself inwards ; bends a knee with a dusty sole dug sharp into the upholstery, welcomes satoru's dozing body between his legs, dotting drool against his chest . breath warm ﹠. sweet as the sweat of a half - drinken strawberry milkshake was frigid on his fingers — holding it for satoru, should he still want it . ijichi's eyes in the rearview were a rapid flick darting panicked to the road at the first yawn's wide rattle, the groan of leather in the small space of the backseat ﹠. a soft smiling sound : cradling his face, bumping his nose at the drowsy flutter of white lashes underneath the traffic lights, suguru kissed him ( thumbs at his lip, licks at his tongue ) . lets his words tumble into a sighed " hm, you were out like a light .. did we hit a pothole ? " 😴🚗
wouldn't it be incredibly stupid not to use the god the world has given them ? until every single patch of his is burned , even without a soul , his mortal vessel was enough — could you even see his soul at all ? the handsome body of impossibilities , laying asleep between the arms of his darling . the glass pressed against his temple , leaving a lingering patch of coldness as his head is guided back to suguru's shoulder instead , and he's like a waking child . grumpy because he's awoken , still sleepy and trusting the hands that handle him way too much . too much , too tender , is this how you treat gods ? the road stretches on and long , a few hours till they reach the school , ijichi’s responses to satoru's lazy jokes had stopped an hour ago , letting him doze off against the window and now in suguru's lap .
it was a particularly demanding mission that required the attention of the strongests rather than the kids . the twins were wishing suguru luck , telling him he better be careful and megumi was rolling his eyes when satoru loudly claimed that he's put some noodles in the fridge for his dinner . well , he didn't , megumi liked suguru's cooking more and was a big boy now . satoru though , satoru's head lolls sideways toward the seat , eyes not opening even when he feels suguru's kiss . but responds to it , mouth still open slightly after the peck , abandoning the demand of a world that needs to be saved to focus on the brush of suguru's thumb against his lips . ❛ shouldn't have gone bare-eyed into it . . . ❜ he mumbles , catches one of slightly smaller hands to bring it to his chest . not a scratch on him , he doesn't have to check if suguru is wounded because he's simply sure that he — isn't . lovers of gods don't need protection because the greatest bravery is surviving their love alone . satoru's breath comes out in a soft sigh , he should get up but his bones are heavy and he wants to stay in suguru's arms forever . ❛ . . . no fun activities tonight either . ❜ now that brings a loud groan to his lips , it makes ijichi roll his eyes but bites his tongue not to mention that they were both about to die a few hours ago . for the thousandth time this week . letting go of suguru's hand , he reaches the opposite side to grab the strawberry milkshake . lifting his weight off of suguru , to sit a little straighter and take a large gulp of the sweet drink in hopes of helping himself regain his energy . tonight wasn't going to be a loud one , it seems . after finishing up the drink suguru had gotten up , he reaches forward to drop the empty glass onto ijichi's lap ; can't toss it out the window now , can he ? where are his manners ? the oldest man gasps in surprise and mumbles something about his noble way of keeping the environment clean while satoru returns to his comfortable nest in suguru's lap . ❛ suguru . . . play with my hair . ❜
