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synopsis: gojo restarts his old phone and finds a strange text from a familiar number.
word count: 1,294
tw: slightly suggestive!
read more under the cut <3
But it’s just a supercut of us.
Supercut of us.
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us.
Supercut of us.
Satoru looked down at the flip phone in his hand with a small frown on his face. He forgot he had even owned this. It was the phone from 2006, when he was still in high school. He had thrown it in a box and forgotten about it. Flicking it open, the wallpaper shows him with another man; a little taller, black haired, and just as energetic. Suguru Geto. His very best friend. Never once had he forgotten about him, as much as Suguru probably didn’t think about him. If there was a possibility that Suguru was still out there, Satoru was willing to search for him. For his best friend; for the love of his life. Never once had he given up on Suguru.
So I fall,
Into continents and into cars.
All the stages and the stars,
I turn all of it to just a supercut.
As he flipped through the pictures, he caught many different faces-faces of people that he no longer knows, and faces of people that he sees every day. Haibara, Nanami, Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, Yaga. These people are a part of his very being; but none of them ever had the effect on him that Suguru did. Satoru hadn’t changed a bit, he noticed as he continued to look through the photos. He wondered if Suguru changed, or if he still looked as beautiful as ever. He probably did.
‘Cause in my head (In my head, I do everything right)
When you call (When you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent
Come home to my heart, uh
Right as Satoru turned to put the phone back in the box, it lit up. “1 New Message,” he mutters aloud to himself. “Who the hell could be texting this phone? No one has this number anymore.” When he opens the message, he almost drops the phone in shock, his pale blue eyes almost popping out of his head. It read: “Hey. Long time no see, Satoru. -S.G.” How did he remember the number? Did he think that the phone was still on? Did he do this because he missed Satoru as much as Satoru missed him? Sucking in a breath, Satoru sent a message back.
In your car, the radio up
In your car, the radio up
We keep tryin’ to talk about us
Slow motion, I’m watchin’ our love
I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
Be your violent overnight rush
Make you crazy over my touch
As he paces back and forth, the sun begins to set. Was he going to show up? Would he see Suguru again? The message in question that Satoru had sent to Suguru was an address. His address. Although he wasn’t sure if it even was Suguru. He was just going to have to take that risk. It was a risk he was willing to take, unfortunately. After 5 years, Suguru suddenly reaches out? Of course he was going to jump at the chance to see him, even if only for a little bit.
But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
A knock on the door was what snapped Satoru out of his overthinking spiral. He practically trips over himself to answer the door. “I’m coming!” he yelps as he trips over the rug in the kitchen, silently cursing himself. His hands shake as he grips the doorknob, knuckles turning white. This was it. This was the final reveal-was this really Suguru? Or an imposter? Possibly an enemy? As the knob finally turned, Satoru held his breath and swung the door open. On the other side of the door, did in fact stand Suguru Geto. In the flesh. All of the wind was knocked out of Satoru’s lungs when he saw his longtime friend. He was as beautiful as the day he left him. “Suguru?” He manages to stammer out.
But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
“Long time no see, Satoru.” He softly smiles. That smile, oh god, that smile. The soft one that was only reserved for Satoru. How he missed it. “You look good.” That was a lie. Satoru looked more handsome than the day that Suguru had left-but he couldn’t say that. Not yet. “Speak for yourself.” The white haired male softly chuckled, clearing his throat as he opened the door further, to invite Suguru in. “I’m surprised you came. Why now? It’s been 5 years.” He trails behind Suguru as he walks in, almost like a lost puppy.
'Cause in my head
In my head, I do everything right
When you call, I'll forgive and not fight
All the moments I play in the dark
Wild and fluorescent
Come home to my heart, uh
Suguru gives a shrug. “I missed you.” He plops down onto the couch with a grunt as Satoru sits beside him, hands folded onto his lap. He was so close; his cologne invaded Suguru’s nose. It was the same scent he had worn for years. “I missed your scent. You smell nice.” He gives a hum. “I was going through my things a few days ago,” he pauses, taking in Satoru’s expression. His piercing blue eyes squinting and white brows furrowed as his lips pulled into a frown. He was terrifyingly beautiful. “I found my old phone. It was broken, of course. The only thing I managed to salvage was your number. Which I’ve been trying to find for years, by the way. I finally got the courage to reach out, and here I am.” Satoru eyes him as he finishes speaking. “Is that all?” He clears his throat, shifting slightly.
'Cause in my head (In my head, I do everything right)
When you call (When you call, I'll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent
Come home to my heart, uh
“I said I missed you, did I not?” Suguru tilts his head, slinging his arm over the other man’s shoulders. “But in what ways did you miss me?” Satoru presses, a pout forming. The black haired male laughs, shaking his head. “You’re the same as ever, Satoru. I missed your laugh, your smile, your scent,” he pauses to press his nose into his neck. “You always smelled good. No matter how hard I tried, I could never replicate your scent. I could never find the cologne you wore. Always ones that smelled similar to you, but they weren’t you. They were never sweet enough.” This has Satoru absolutely floored. Suguru was all up in his space. He was smelling him. Suguru smelled the same too. He missed that. “I missed how in love with you I am.” Was Satoru’s response. Now it was Suguru’s turn to be flustered. “I missed how much I’m in love with you too.”
'Cause in my head (In my head, I do everything right)
When you call (When you call, I'll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent
Come home to my heart, uh
The night flies by and every single tear and mental breakdown is forgotten as they lay in bed with each other. Spit is swapped and every year apart is ignored as they meld into each other, holding each other into the early morning.
