thinking about weather-dependent Geto with severe migraines from overwork, whom nothing helps, and the pain in his head shoots so strongly that a white veil flashes before his eyes and everything floats. he concentrates the curse energy in his head, and Gojo immediately notices this. he knows what headaches are, but still, out of habit, he first says something loudly to Geto, but begins to seriously worry when he doesn’t answer.
then they're lying in bed and Geto is so fell shitty sick that he can't sleep, he's tossing and turning in Gojo's arms, trying to get into a position where his brain won't hurt so much, frowning with his eyes closed because his head is spinning, and half-delirious, blindly pressing his dry lips against the collar of Gojo’s uniform, his neck, wherever he can reach, just to feel some kind of relief. Gojo holds him in his hands and hugs him tightly, strokes his loose hair, bc the bun was pressing even harder, and kisses his forehead. and eventually Geto falls asleep, lulled in his arms and soothed by his care.
