Simple Moments
A/N: Hi guys! This is my first commission fic for Anon!
Fandom - Jujutsu Kaisen
Pairing - Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru
No warnings apply.
Thank you to anon for giving me the chance to write something new and realise that I might actually like writing song fics. Oh yea, this a song fic, but it might seem a little different than the usual song fics since I wasn't quite sure how best to write it. I think I haven't gotten the characterizations quite right but I hope they aren't too ooc.
Summary - Just snapshots from Gojo's life as he deals with being in love with his best friend.
Enjoy!
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Having a crush on your best friend Satoru thinks, blinking blearily at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, is torture. The kind that stings in the most delicious way possible, much like spicy food, it's addictive despite the pain it elicits.
He yawns, stretching his arms above his head before trudging out of the bathroom, locating his small stereo and pressing play. Mornings are much more tolerable when there's music to distract him from his bed. There's a bit of fuzz and then a click -
I saw her in the rightest way,
Looking like Anne Hathaway
Laughing while she hit her pen
And coughed, and coughed
Of course, OF COURSE, the first song to play is one that shoves a hand deep inside his head, pulling out the memory of the first time Satoru had ever made Suguru laugh so hard the poor boy had snot leaking out of his nose. The thing is, unlike Satoru, Suguru is for all intents and purposes, a gentleman, with poise and elegance that leave people to question their own definitions. And so, it's not too much of a reach for Satoru to remember every detail of his best friend's face losing all sense of composure, tears pooling in the corner his eyes, eyebrows bunched together, and this man, THIS MAN had the audacity to have dimples?! Excuse me to whatever higher power there is, Gojo Satoru thinks that dimples on a man so pretty is downright cruel, who knows how many plebians die everyday because of that?!
Satoru on that day, realised, his heart was fluttering, not the way it does before he decimates a curse or steals candy from a baby, no, this leaves him feeling warm, dizzy and absolutely, completely, fully, unquestionably - fucked.
Shoko on that day, had almost dropped out.
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Twitter-
🌟✨💖satoru💕🌟✨ @go_joke😜😝
She came up to my knees Begging,
"Baby, would you please?
Do the things you said you'd do to me, to me?"
GANG,,, IS THIS A SIGN?! 🤡😭😍💋🫦💏
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ShoKO @nemui🚬 Replying to @go_joke😜😝
Yes. To get help.
Nanami Kento @Kento Replying to @go_joke😜😝
Shameless behaviour.
Yu-chan💥 @Yu-da-best Replying to @go_joke
HECK YEA!!!!!🫦
Sugu @get(o)_ it🤪King Replying to @go_joke😜😝
🤨
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A tradition that came to be after the first three times they did it, was getting those cheap stick ice-creams with a random one having a prize draw on the stick that you could find in any corner shop - as a treat for successfully completing their missions.
Shoko sits at the end of the ledge at there usual post-mission chilling spot, that overlooks the wide expanse of a sandy beach, Satoru next to her and Suguru on the other side, all three quietly slurping their ice-creams. It's a beautiful sunny day, perfect for lounging around, doing nothing and soaking up the warm sun.
"I'm bored." Satoru whines loudly, long legs swinging back and forth much like an impatient child.
"We just sat down dumbass." Suguru says with an eye roll.
Shoko remains unbothered by Satoru's restlessness, continuing to slurp her ice-cream. Satoru pouts, the silence is eating him alive, he needs something to focus on, something to keep him engaged, distracted so his thoughts don't feed upon his fears, buried deep down but not unreachable when he's quiet a moment too long. He doesn't want to let himself think too long about how his hand would wrap around Satoru's own, bigger, with small scars littering his slightly tanned skin and oh he knows he would be kissing every one of those scars -
"Satoru!" Suguru's voice rings out.
"Present!" He exclaims, hand flying up in mock salute.
And Suguru sighs, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, "Idiot." He says fondness twinkling in his hazel eyes, slurping his ice-cream again.
"What's wrong dumbfuck? Losing your hearing already?" Shoko pipes up unbidden, her grape ice-cream leaking a trail of purple juice down her wrist and she looks like she always does, bored but present enough to pull Satoru back from the edge of the yawning chasm that is his overflowing feelings for his best-friend. Shoko's had to go in a bit too deep more than once.
Satoru smirks at her, dipping his sunglasses lower on his nose so this woman could see the appreciation shining his beautiful eyes, "I don't have to worry now do I? I have the soon to be best doctor as a best friend. She'll look after me." He says, sticking his tongue out.
For a second, Satoru swears he saw Shoko smile while rolling her eyes; chocolate brown and reassuring - I'm here, you're fine.
"Ew. Your tongue is green, get away from me." Shoko grumbles.
"My eyes are blue if you haven't noticed." Satoru pouts.
Of course, for all the subtle diversions Shoko creates to allow Satoru's thoughts to change gears, it's always near impossible to predict Suguru and his enigmatic mind. Even with his six eyes, even though Satoru sees it coming, senses it coming, he remains still while Shoko's eyes widen a fraction as Suguru's fingers come to rest on the frames of Satoru's sunglasses and he pulls them off.
Satoru stops breathing.
"Little hard to see these charming eyes when they're hidden." Suguru laments with a grin.
Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?
When you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavour?
I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior,
I know that you've been worried, but you're dripping in my favor
All the blood in his body suddenly has one place in mind and that's his face. Satoru blushes, skin warming from the neck up all the way to his scalp and the tips of his ears burn. It's stupid, it's embarrassing, it's just a compliment, about his eyes, he's heard that a million times, yet Suguru, Suguru's voice, gentle and of a lower timbre that nuzzles his eardrums whenever he talks; Satoru could fall asleep to Suguru's lectures (he does) - makes Satoru forget he's one of the strongest sorcerers out there, and not a two year old choking on a piece of hot dog.
"Satoru? You okay?" Suguru questions, tilting his head to the side, his usually neatly tied hair, is ruffled from their previous scuffle with the curse and some strands are falling over his face, making him look unfairly attractive. This has to be a rigged universe. No one can have such a good hand.
Satoru opens his mouth to say something, anything; why isn't Shoko saying something?! The woman in question is too entertained by the scene before her to do anything and she just knows Utahime is going to love every second of this.
Nothing comes to his mind and Suguru moves before Satoru's brain has even decided on a course of action, hand brushing Satoru's bangs away, fingers brushing against his pale forehead.
ARE YOU JOKING?
Shoko has to bite her tongue to keep her giggles in check while she watches Satoru fly off the ledge, redder than a baboon's butt.
He stands behind them, on the road, hand running through his ash white hair, heart completely out of whack, unbearably warm and chuckles, "I'm fine but if I don't get a move on, principal Yaga is gonna make sure I'm not fine." He says, sticking his green tongue out before galivanting off, not giving either of them a chance to interject.
Suguru watches his best friend prance away in confusion, not understanding what had just happened… did he do something wrong?
"But… you forgot your sunglasses?" Suguru mumbles to himself, growing more concerned. Even if he was joking, he knew these glasses are important for Satoru because of his ability. He can only hope not having his glasses doesn't cause Satoru any unneeded discomfort
"Oh, he probably wishes he forgot way more than that." Shoko snorts.
Suguru raises an eyebrow in question, feeling confused; something stings in his chest when it becomes obvious he's been left out of the loop.
Shoko watches him frown to himself, ice-cream going limp in his hand as he comes to some sort of conclusion and she sighs to herself.
'Idiots, both of them.'
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DMs
Shoko --> Satoru
Shoko: Oi dumbass, I got ur sunglasses, get them or im feeding them to Haibara
Satoru: im so down to watch that🤪🫦
Shoko: Nvm kys
Satoru: Wait
Shoko: Im gonna regret this, aren't I?
Satoru: She took my fingers to her mouth
The kind of thing that makes you proud
Shoko: Im already regretting this 🤡
Satoru: Fingers are for vegans, I need his meat🫦
Shoko: Are you insane
Satoru: No just gay wbu
Shoko: Those are not mutually exclusive. GET OUT
Satoru: :(
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"This is your fault, hope you know that." Suguru grumbles, swiping the bucket of blue paint off the floor, bare feet padding against the hardwood floors.
Satoru chuckles, "Well of course, who else could pull off a prank on Yaga that well?" He says sticking his tongue out and tipping his sunglasses down his nose, just the way he knows Suguru hates. It pisses him off and nothing brings Satoru more joy than that.
He can smell Suguru twitching in annoyance and even without his six eyes and limitless, he can avoid the paint bucket swinging at him, everything this man does is etched into Satoru's memory, every movement, every muscle twitch. Suguru is his best-friend after all, nothing's wrong with memorising the smile lines in his face or the little lip twitch he does trying to hold his laughter in when Satoru makes him laugh at the wrong time.
"Next time," Suguru says, his eyebrow twitching with barely restrained irritation, "Leave me out of it."
"Aw, but then it won't be any fun getting punished if it's without you." Satoru bemoans with shiny teary eyes trying to appeal to whatever fondness Suguru had left for him today.
Suguru lets the bucket drop to the floor between them and sighs, "There are countless other things we can do together like get food, go to the movies or even annoy Shoko, anything is better than having to paint our principal's walls because you thought it would be hilarious to pants him like a 12 year old during a mission report with the elders." He groans, running a hand down his face.
Satoru hums, "That's true…" He crosses his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face that only puts Suguru more on edge, "But if we just did that, then I can't do this -"
And of course, Suguru should have predicted this.
Satoru lets out a maniacal cackle, picking up the paint bucket and hurling the paint at his poor soul of a best friend.
The paint splashes against Suguru's well-ironed uniform and leaves traces of sky blue paint shining in the sunlight filtering in through the window, on his face and that has Satoru giggling gleefully while Suguru blinks slowly, using a hand to wipe some of the paint off his eyelids.
Nothing happens for a few seconds and Satoru can feel his anticipation increase, he can feel his blood pumping through his arteries, waiting for Suguru's retaliation. Jeez, why is he so excited?!
"You bastard." Suguru smirks and lunges.
The one thing Satoru likes about his best friend is that this man is a gentle soul, so kind, so calm and so collected, but there's something vicious inside that rises up to meet Satoru and all his insanity, a balance between them that Satoru doesn't want to let go of - their companionship that they share together, standing alone at the top.
Now as Suguru has him pinned against the wall, butt scooching down to meet the floor while Suguru towers over him, knees hitting the floor between his legs -
'Promise me we'll keep standing together forever?' Satoru thinks.
"Blue does look better on me than you." He says instead, smirking languidly.
And Suguru, slightly bigger than him, leans in further, paint addled fingers coming up to touch Satoru, thumb brushing down his lips -
And we can run away to the walls inside your house
I can be the cat, baby, you can be the mouse
And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about
We can go forever until you wanna sit it out
The thumb lingers on his bottom lip, pulling it down, coaxing his mouth to open, blue staining his pink lips.
"Is that so?" Suguru retorts, a lopsided grin on his face and eyes twinkling.
Oh shi-
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A/N: That's all folks! I know it kind of seems like an ambigous ending, but they kiss after this trust. It's a happy ending for them, nothing bad happens :)
