The other day, in the dms of my besties, I wrote a silly thing inspired by this art and I feel like sharing it here 🙂↕️🩷
It’s a quiet summer day, the heat is unbearable, and the fan hums so softly. Its whir blends into the background, along with the chatter of a silly TV show and the distant laughter of kids playing with a ball. Suguru sits on the floor, leaning back on his palms, with his head tilted toward the ceiling. He doesn’t have the energy for anything else. A bead of sweat slides down his neck and seeps into the collar of his shirt. His mouth hangs slightly open, and Gojo can’t look away.
He licks his lips when Suguru lets out a soft sound, half groan, half sigh. Suguru waves a hand in front of his face, but it’s hopeless. The heat is relentless. He lets out another moan. Then, with a small huff, he pulls his hair up into a high bun, a few charcoal strands slipping loose. Gojo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
But the grin vanishes the moment Suguru grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Gojo’s heart skips a beat.
Suguru has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Gojo wants to trace the line of his spine with his tongue and follow the trail of sweat gliding down his sun-warmed skin. He doesn’t think—there’s just a buzzing in his head, drowning everything else out.
Suguru glances over his shoulder, confusion flickering in his eyes before melting into a playful grin as Gojo straddles his lap and loops his arms around his neck. Gojo doesn’t kiss him right away. Instead, he leans in and licks Suguru’s cheek, just to mess with him.
Suguru lets out a dramatic scream, and Gojo bursts into loud, unrestrained laughter from deep in his chest. It’s infectious. They tumble to the floor, still laughing, tangled up in each other and and enjoying this quiet morning. They know that another mission will come tomorrow—or maybe the day after, or the day after that.