A/n: An anon requested a cheer up fic with Geto and Gojo, but I lost their message cause I'm a dumbass (ᗒᗩᗕ)
I'm very sorry anon, hope you will see it (and like it).
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The raindrops fell on the window steadily, creating a soothing rythm.
The raindrops fell on the window steadily, creating a soothing rhythm. Suguru was walking down the hallways of Jujutsu High dorms, ready to relax after a tiring practice.
Passing past Satoru's door, he noticed something off, which made him stop in his tracks. The door's slightly ajar, which is quite rare. Normally, the white-haired boy would close it shut. Geto knew he shouldn't invade his friend's privacy, but the curiosity got the better of him, and he walked over, peeking into the room.
The first thing he noticed was how dark the room was, with the light turned off. Then, when his eyes got used to the darkness, he could make out a bundle on the bed. Walking inside, he calls out uncharacteristically gently, "Satoru?"
The bundle moved briefly, but Gojo didn't turn around. "Go away," the teen's voice was surprisingly quiet, fragile even. Suguru frowned, staying still for a few seconds before sighing, entering and closing the door behind him.
He walks over the bed, watching Satoru for a few seconds. The white-haired boy was sitting on the bed with his knees tucked to his chest, hugging them close. A heavy blanket was thrown over his shoulders, making it impossible to see his face. Sighing, Suguru raised his hand and placed it on the teen's shoulder. Satoru flinched just barely, his body going stiff under the touch.
"Your infinity is off," Geto said, his tone turning more serious, "what's wrong?" Gojo stayed silent, not looking up. Annoyed at his friend's stubbornness, Suguru tried again, this time more persistent, "Satoru, tell me what's wrong".
Sighing heavily, Geto straightened up, putting his hands on his hips. He thinks of any possible way to get Satoru to talk before an idea crossed his mind. Smirking briefly, he leaned back down, his hands creeping to the older boy's sides. Satoru flinched at the touch, shifting briefly but not reacting otherwise. Suguru's smirk widened as he pressed on, his fingers curling into Gojo's sides, eliciting the quiet gasp from the latter.
"Suguru, fuck ohoff," Satoru giggled despite himself, his arms moving to try and shield his sides, making the said male chuckle.
"Tell me what's wrong and I might think about stopping," the black-haired teen teased, his fingers wriggling a bit higher where he knows Satoru's bad spot is.
The action made more giggles slip from Gojo's lips, now trying to shake his fingers off, "nohoho wahahay!" Geto sighed dramatically, shaking his head, "Well, have it your way then," he said before moving to Satoru's ribs, his fingers wriggling thoroughly over every bone.
That seemed to get to the other teen, bringing out a full-on laughter, "fihiHIHine you ahahass! Just stahahap!"
Satisfied with the result, Suguru finally let up, stepping back a step and watching Satoru expectantly. After a few seconds and some residual giggles slipping from the older lips, he uncurled from his position, finally turning to look at Suguru.
His expression was surprisingly vulnerable and even somewhat fragile, "I've been feeling very lonely lately..."
"What do you mean?" the brunette raised his eyebrow, his gaze softening.
Satoru stayed silent for a few seconds before avoiding eye contact, "it's probably very stupid... It's just that I've got that feeling... As if you all talk to me just because I'm the strongest. Even you," he glances at Suguru.
The younger teen stayed quiet for a solid minute, studying his friend's expression. It's so unusual to see Satoru like... this.
Sighing, he sits at the edge of the bed, looking at Satoru with a soft look, "Satoru... You realize that's not true, right?," he murmurs, his voice quieting down, "even if you're the strongest, we all cherish you for your personality. Even if you're a jackass sometimes," he adds, trying to lighten his mood.
That seemed to work as the blonde's expression eased up, his expression cracking with a smile. Suguru smiled, happy to see he had managed to cheer his friend up.
He stood up, putting his hands on his hips, "Okay, get yourself together, we're going out to eat. My treat," before turning to leave, smiling at Satoru's enthusiastic 'Yay!' ranging behind his back.
