@uzumcki said (inbox):
It isn't unusual for Satoru to leave them to their own devices in his absence. The three had their own individual responsibilities, yet not always did theirs require them to be awake before the sun rose. On days when it is only them, Suguru basks in the quiet as Nanami is far different from Satoru. He is comfortable in silence, with sitting together and not doing at all; perhaps it is why he enjoys the contrast between the two. Satoru is a chaotic ocean that would pull him under without hesitation and hold tight, and Nanami is something calmer, understanding and willing to let go. Suguru is a little of both, tempting and dangerous. It is why he thinks, considers — ❝Do you ever think about changing the course of your life?❞ His frame looms over Nanami, smile beckoning and honey sweet like a siren. ❝You could be at my side for longer than this, Kento.❞ There is a tenderness in how he pushes their hair back, tracing a finger along the curve of his jaw. ❝If you will, Satoru would follow.❞
DAILY TEA PREPARED, HE loved to drink it while he unwound from the day’s events. Matcha was one of his favorites, that deep green liquid steaming as he gripped that smooth ceramic mug. Lifting it to his lips, he made to gently blow upon it when Geto decided that was the moment he would loom over him – shadow cast about his figure and a look in their eyes that spoke of some form of mischief. He had known them too long to not notice it – those feline behaviors that often spoke of trouble. ❝What in the world are you going on about?❞ Geto almost sounded like those informercials where someone was attempting to sell you something. He had seen more than enough of those late at night with charismatic individual beaming at the camera, suit pressed and arms held out as if inviting you to tell them all your secrets (so they could take all your money). It was only when they continued that his eyes narrowed a little, the touch against his jawline tempting and goading in a way so similar to the beckoning of a carnivorous plant to an unaware insect. Once upon a time, he might have been foolish enough to potentially reach for that offered hand.
He, however, was not that person anymore. Thus, rather than reeling him in, it only succeeded in earning a bit of his ire. Suguru knew better than to approach him like this. Did he think that his crimes were forgotten? That it was all swept under the rug because of their nature of all their relationships entwined? Then, what made it worse, was him attempting to use him to drag Gojo along as well. No…perhaps using him was not really the intent, but the wording made him feel gross. Lifting his hand, he gripped their wrist, firm – firm enough to make what he was about to say hold weight. ❝Don’t.❞ It was a simple statement, green coming to meet the older sorcerer’s gaze.
