make my wish come true

[suckguru]

[ 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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[goatjo]

[ as far as dates go, gojo was pretty sure they crushed it.

they've done all the activities that the internet recommended to achieve the perfect romantic christmas eve! and since gojo knows suguru is a sucker for that kind of stuff, he'd spent the weeks leading up to the big day studying up on various relationship advice forums. he even spent way longer than usual piecing an outfit together, and he made sure every item is something geto has said he liked on him.

he's definitely hitting suguru with his best rizz, and it's working. he's caught suguru giving him that soft, secret smile more than once, and he's definitely seen color that has nothing to do with the chill in the air flushing the other boy's cheeks more than once.

... but he's pretty sure if this date is supposed to hit all the marks, he's gotta get suguru to hold his hand. and that... is proving tougher than gojo thought it'd be. when he tries to do it during ice skating, suguru assumes it's an attempt to yank him off his feet and swats him away. but later, when gojo starts dropping little comments about how cold his hands are getting, suguru foils his plans by getting him a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. (definitely a pro boyfriend move, which is why gojo's gotta stay on his toes!)

he's interrupted by the sound of suguru sighing at him, and staring soppily in gojo's general direction. and since he's pretty sure he hasn't done anything in the past five minutes to deserve that kinda look, he twists to look behind him for the source. and... aha! another couple out to enjoy the lights, the guy stepping closer to reach out and wipe a bit of whipped cream off the girl's nose. then he's turning back around with a huff, kicking at one of suguru's shins. ]

Why does it look like you're imagining being on a date with her? Or, wait -- him? [ turning for another quick look. ] ... okay, no, still no competition.