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make my wish come true

[ He’s pretty lucky, really. It would have been so easy for Satoru to decide that being the strongest meant they were in competition, rather than a unit. And for all his hard work and all his training, Geto now knows that he’s completely defenseless when it comes to Satoru Gojo.

Of course, that might have been different if they were in competition. He’d have been able to put up a good fight, at least. Definitely a better fight than he’s able to put up with their current situation. And it’s not even that Satoru makes him so horny he gets stupid. This latest attack wasn’t even when they were fooling around. Satoru was just laying on Geto’s bed playing Digimon while Geto wrapped up some study when he looked up with a gremlin grin and asked “so where are you taking me for Christmas Eve?”. It was a challenge, he knows, although he does have a moment of doubt over whether you can still play Gay Chicken if you’re fucking on the regular. Apparently you can, because when after a pause to think he lists off ice skating, KFC, and the illuminations at Ashikaga flower park, Satoru just kicks his feet in the air like a thirteen year old girl in an anime and says it’s a date, Suguuuuruuuuuuu.

Of course, all this just means Geto is the architect of his own demise. They went ice skating, which he was pretty good at and Gojo was just as irritatingly naturally gifted at as he is anything else, skating little circles around people, skating backwards so he can look Geto in the face as he yaps away, pulling off little spins for emphasis and attracting stares of admiration. He’s such a natural that with his hair and eyes he looks like Asian Jack Frost, and it’s pretty annoying that it makes Geto’s heart go pitter-pat.

Then they went to KFC, where Satoru hung off Geto and smiled at the girl at the register, fluttering his pale lashes at her over his dark glasses, and Geto’s 100% sure that’s why there are extra pieces of chicken in their order. It seemed like the right order to do things – the physical activity, then eating, then a slow stroll while they digested all that greasy chicken. Unfortunately it means they ended up saving what Geto thinks is by far the most romantic item for last. It looks like a fairyland, the hanging wisteria blooms all lit up, Satoru’s hair picking up glimmers of blue and purple and pink from the lights. He has, in what Geto is sure is a key move in his game of Gay Chicken, elected only to wear items of clothing that Geto either bought him or encouraged him to buy. This means that he’s all decked out in white with occasional splashes of blue, and the lights reflect off him and make him look as magical as he… well, is. Geto’s dressed in his usual black and feels a bit like a ratty old raven following a dove around. At least, he does until a girl asks if she can take their picture and says they look so cute together! after, and Satoru – still hanging off him even though the girl has lowered her phone – grins wide and says we do, don’t we? and gives Geto bedroom eyes.

It’s a unique kind of torture. He promised – sort of – that he wouldn’t be weird about it. And he’s usually pretty good at that, but seeing couples strolling around hand-in-hand and cooing at each other is making that more of a struggle than usual. He buys them hot drinks to ward off the chill – tea for him, hot chocolate loaded with a truly infeasible quantity of marshmallows for Satoru – and Satoru looks up at him through his lashes (a feat, given that Satoru is the taller of them) and coos you’re so good to me, Suguuruuuuu~. And all Geto wants to do is hold Satoru’s hand and be boyfriends. In short: he’s being weird about it. Like right now; Satoru is cackling at a Christmas tree made of white, purple and yellow lights and declaring it the Lucemon Tree and Geto is just staring at him and sighing moonily like that’s the smartest and most romantic thing anyone’s ever said.

Idiot. ]

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Doesn’t matter. [ grinning at him with all that easy faith he always finds for suguru. ] ‘cause you’d never let ‘em, right?

[ but! if there’s one thing gojo was born ready for, it’s a selfie! which is why he’s quick to smush his cheek against suguru’s, beaming at the camera and flashing a peace sign. ]

Cheese~!

Well, no, but it'd be annoying.

[ Oh! Selfie time! He leans into the cheek smush just a little, which in itself makes him smile warmly. Aaaand snap, and then he's examining the photo. It's a good picture! They look good. They always do. But that close, it kind of feels like a waste of the scenery. And since Satoru's really leaning into the date idea (devastating, because it's just further proof of how much fun they'd have if they were dating for real)... ]

Gimme a second.

[ He scans the people around them, finds a likely candidate. A woman about his mother's age, who looks like she's on a date of her own. When he gets close enough to ask he notices that she and the man she's with are wearing wedding rings, which is either incredibly cute (they're married and still going on Christmas eve dates? Adorable) or incredibly sad (both cheating on their spouses). He hopes it's the first as he asks for her help, hands her his phone when she smiles at him and says yes, of course, and trots back to Satoru. ]

I wanna get a full-body one, to show the tunnel. C'mere.

[ And since it felt so nice before, he's twining his arm around Satoru's waist again. Nice and close. For the picture, of course. ]

[ there's a noise of protest when suguru pulls away too fast for gojo to get a proper look at that selfie, but -- oh! he gets the idea pretty fast once suguru hands the camera off to random NPC #472, and he brightens up with implicit approval.

but! why waste the opportunity, right? go big or go home! which is why he takes advantage of suguru slipping in close to turn towards him, gloved fingers gently tipping his chin up just a little as he presses their mouths together for a kiss.

if this is one of those pictures they end up showing their great-grandkids someday to talk about their teenage romance, they've gotta make sure it's a good one. ]

[ It's up in the air how good a photo that's gonna be, because for .3 of a second Geto's eyes blow wide with surprise, and then he completely forgets they're posing for a picture and starts kissing back.

He's saved - a little - by the woman with the phone, who after a few beats starts laughing and says no, no, one more, he wasn't ready which he takes to mean that he looked like an idiot in the first pic she took. So he's grateful for the opportunity, and since nobody seems scandalized -

he shoots her a thumbs-up (without breaking the kiss) and dips Satoru. This might usually be considered a complicated move on someone taller than you, but Geto has martial arts training, a thorough knowledge and how much Satoru weighs, and apparently the gods on his side, and manages to sweep them into a kissing pose like out of some hollywood movie. He feels his cheeks flush at it, but is completely prepared to argue that was from the cold if pressed. ]

[ okay, thank god a lifetime spent exorcising curses has given him damn good reflexes, because dumping hot chocolate all over both of them would make for an even worse photo.

but! he suppresses the urge for the kind of cackle that would definitely ruin the vibe, and proceeds to lean in by not only kissing back, but also kicking out one long leg like he's the heroine of the newest blockbuster romcom hitting theaters.

check this out, future hypothetical great-grandkids! ]

[ Nice. It feels silly - ridiculous, even - but in a good way. He's starting to understand why Satoru's always making a spectacle of himself. It's just fun! And when a reasonable amount of time for pictures has passed he guides Satoru back up into a standing postion, cheeks rosy and eyes twinkling, and gives him a peck on the cheek before he jogs back over to collect his phone. You boys be good,, the woman says, in a laughing tone of voice that implies she both thinks they're adorable and is really glad she's not responsible for either of them. He thanks her and moves back to Satoru, ready to display the picture, and -

oh. It's perfect. It's stupid and showy and they both look like they're having the time of their lives, and he loves it. The joy of it buoys him up, and he's not thinking about it when he slips his hand into Satoru's and gives it a squeeze. ]

Look at these knuckleheads, [ he says, affection thick and warm in his voice. ]

[ and now he's getting his hand held!!!! it's official: this date is a five-star ultra-rare. it'll be spoken about for centuries to come as the greatest date of all time!

obviously, he's threading their fingers together snugly to make sure suguru can't let go again. ]

Speak for yourself! I look great.

Big deal. You always do.

[ Trying to inject it with nonchalance, but the fondness is clear. And it's only when Satoru makes sure that hand-hold is firm that he realizes he's done it, but since it seems to be going well... nice. Gay chicken's turning out pretty good.

Until he thumbs through the pictures and learns that woman apparently had an itchy trigger finger. It's practically a flipbook of the kiss and dip - and then, embarassingly, almost every moment of Satoru landing that kiss on him, the way his eyes went big and surprised and then his expression turned hopelessly and meltingly soft at it. ]

Uh.

[ a kinder, more supportive partner would absolutely gloss over the fact that suguru looks less like the other half of a happy couple in some of those photos and more like a woodland creature about to get flattened by a semi truck.

unfortunately, suguru has decided to date satoru gojo, who takes one look at those pictures and starts cackling at his expense. ]

Dude, what the hell?! Why do you look like you've never been kissed before?

I've never been kissed in public before! Well, not like that.

[ A little girl landing a smacker on him in the playground when he was about five doesn't count. Especially not since he was mortfied and grossed out, and she then concluded by yelling "I don't get it!" and running back to her friends. ]

It's my fault for forgetting that you have absolutely no decorum.

Haaaah?!

[ the hot chocolate cup gets plunked down on a nearby wall so he can jab a finger into suguru's chest without having to let go of his hand. ] Who else are you going around kissing in public, huh?

[ Geto may be about to lose any and all accrued brownie points, because that makes him laugh. Is this meant to be part of the Gay Chicken experience? A little lover's tiff? It can't be real indignation, because the idea of Satoru Gojo thinking anyone - let alone Geto - would be stupid enough to gamble being with him on fooling around with anybody else? Ridiculous. ]

Her name was Chihiro. We were five. It went so well we're both gay now, but I still see her when I visit home. I can tell her to look out for an ass kicking if you want.

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[ excuse me?! laughing is not an appropriate response to that question, and gojo is all prepared to puff up about it.

... but then the explanation comes, and most of the indignation he was building up to promptly deflates. ]

Maybe. Depends on if she's more like the L or the B from the LGBT. [ rocking back on his heels a little, thoughtful. ] So that was your first kiss?

Definitely L.

[ He knows this because she once told him he was the only boy she'd ever kissed, and she did not say it wistfully. She said it like she blamed him for spoiling a perfect record. ]

It was, I guess. Very romantic. I had a skinned knee, someone was crying on the seesaw. And I'm pretty sure somebody'd peed in the slide next to us. It looked like a giant snail.

Okay, okaaaaay! Save the details when you’re not on a date with me.

[ and why does suguru remember it that clearly, huh? maybe having pretty, flowy hair means you still feel a lot of wistful things about lesbians!!! ]

Will do.

[ Still smiling. He only remembers the details because he rememebers EVERYTHING embarrassing that's ever happened to him and frequently recalls it all while he tries to go to sleep - unless Satoru is there, in which case his brain is so full of Satoru he's like a living white noise machine. Still, it's... kind of cute to see him pretend to get huffy about it. ]

What about you? Were you busting out that thing you do with your eyes in kindergarten?

Huuuh? [ gojo is giving suguru another one of those sideways looks, but then he’s bending down to scoop his hot chocolate back up. ] What, you already need reminding? You were there.

[ Pause for the dialup modem sounds occurring in Geto's brain. This lasts for a full agonizing four seconds, until - ]

Wait, what?

[ Oh no. Oh, no no no. That can't be right. He must be joking. ]

I meant your first kiss.

[ That's... desperation, more than misunderstanding. ]

Yeah. [ making a face at him before he slurps up one of his melty marshmallows. ] Some lame rando was trying to slide into your DMs, but I locked you down first.

Sound familiar?

[ Ba-ding-ba-ding krschhhhhh. ]

Satoru. You should have told me.

[ He absolutely should not have. Geto would have freaked out, decided it needed a nice date beforehand and soft music and maybe candlelight, and then he'd have psyched himself out while trying to arrange all that and it never would have happened. Still. He feels like a bit of a skeeze. ]

Wha —? Why?

[ pink is starting to creep up into his cheeks from underneath his scarf, but it’s obvious that he’s attempting to persist in seeming Very Cool. ] What was I supposed to do, make an announcement?

Well - yeah. I would've - I could've been -

[ No way in hell is he letting go of Satoru's hand now, even if he doesn't particularly feel like he deserves to hold it in light of this new revelation, but you can bet he's waving the other one in an expansive demonstration of just how whatever he fuck he's trying to get at he would have been. ]

I wasn't exactly a gentleman about it.

[ there’s a moment of processing, and then — oho. ]

So you’re saying you wouldn’t have started sucking my dick like my balls contained the fountain of youth? Yeah, I definitely don’t regret not telling you now.

Satoru.

[ They are In! Public! There are people all around! So yes, he flushes, but his traitor mouth is trying to smile because okay, that is at least a little bit funny. ]

I'm not saying I wouldn't have. Just -

Okay, yeah, I probably wouldn't have. I could have tried to make it - [ don't say special, he'll think you're the soppiest person that ever lived, he'll laugh his ass off ] special.

[ Oh, okay. Traitor mouth is working overtime, huh. ]

Already was!

[ and he’s puffing up with pride this time, grinning over at suguru. ] You were kissing me.

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