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fourstrings2024-12-26 07:37 pm
suckguru) wrote in fourstrings2024-12-26 07:37 pm
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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Mmm… I guess some of the boring stuff might be okay, as long as it’s with you. Like getting to plan out what we’re gonna eat that week and then going grocery shopping. Or arguing about chores!
[ none of which he’d had any exposure to until he started living in the dorms with suguru, and now it feels like part of the framework of what makes it feel like home. ]
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[ He is, though. Like there's a whole life ahead of them of doing just what they do now, but... forever. It makes his heart beat stupidly hard, and he distracts himself from it by wiping the sheer glaze of berry juice from Satoru's lip with the pad of his thumb. ]
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[ pausing so he can grab suguru's wrist and hold his hand still long enough to press a kiss against the pad of his thumb, then another against his palm. ] Having someone around who wants to do the exciting and the boring stuff with you. Being together long enough to get all your habits and patterns worked out.
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Oh, well. Yeah. That is romantic. And it's not just those kisses that make him think so, or how close Satoru's face is, how sincere he looks right now. Geto's pretty sure he can hear his own heartbeat, thumping away like it wants to break right out of his chest and nestle into Satoru's and live there instead, tucked up close against his heart. When Satoru lets go of his wrist he slips that hand around to the back of his head, fingers threading through his pale, silky hair. Just holding him, watching his face, adoring him. ]
You're right.
I don't think I've ever heard anything more romantic than that.
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[ and he's smiling at him, but it's a softer thing. ]
Maybe your stick-in-the-mud-itis is catching.
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Maybe he's kidding himself, but it doesn't feel like it. There's a look Satoru gets when he's trying to rizz him up, a little quirk to his smile, a particular sparkle of mischief in his eye. He doesn't have that now. He looks... sincere. Gentle. It feels real. ]
I hope so.
There's nobody I'd rather do it all with. The good and the bad, and the dull stuff too.
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[ and he punctuates that the best way he knows how — by planting a great big kiss on suguru’s cheek. ] So that means it’s all settled!
We’re sticking together through it all.
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He wants it with Satoru, or not at all. ]
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gojo melts into it happily, winding his arms around suguru's shoulders and making a low sound of approval against the other sorcerer's mouth. times like this? sweet and slow and simple? it really does feel like they've got forever and ever and ever. ]