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    Suguru dead-eyes him across the table.

    “Please listen to me, man.” Satoru says.

    “No.” Suguru responds in that long suffering way that means he’s going to listen to Satoru but he’s gonna be pissy about it first. “It’s, fucking, 7AM.” Suguru adds. Suguru is not a morning person. It’s why Satoru went and bought the fancy coffee Suguru likes and breakfast sandwiches and red bean buns. He had to go to the bakery across town to get those.

    “It’s so important.” Satoru tells him.

    “Your opening gambit at 7-fucking-AM was ‘say I’ve gotten into anal play lately, why do I leak cum before I cum?’” Suguru says with a glare.

    “Yeah.” Satoru says.

    Suguru glares even harder.

    “Well, you could answer me at least.” Satoru huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

    “I hope you fall off a bridge and die.” Suguru tells him, but he’s unwrapping a breakfast sandwich and pulling the lid off one of the cups of coffee, so.

    “I hope you do too.” Satoru says amicably, taking a seat. He pushes some napkins toward Suguru and switches out the breakfast sandwich. Suguru likes the ones with avocado better. “So why do I?”

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    02 Dec 2024

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    Satoru had woken up late one day to a silent apartment. Suguru had obviously been off in class, and, if the place the sun was in the sky was anything to go by, he wouldn’t be back for some time. When Satoru had stumbled into the kitchen, bumping into the counter and almost knocking down a chair in his haste to get some water into his system, he looked into the fridge to grab the water filter, only to be greeted by a bright yellow sticky note.

     

    Here’s some breakfast for you, sleepyhead. Don’t forget we’re getting drinks with Shoko tonight!

     

    He had, upon catching himself smiling stupidly at the note, promptly said to himself, “Shit.”

    or; a love story told between bits of sexual frustration

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    20 Sep 2024

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    “Suguru,” a voice that sends him into a feverish state, like it’s his body’s muscle memory, “holding my hand after telling me we can’t be friends? How forward.”

    Suguru turns on his stool and stares, heart all broken open. He’s too tipsy and filled with too much want, all spilling out from him, something no timed smoking break can contain. When did it ever? All his careful lies, all the rules he has lived by, tumble down inside him when he meets Gojo Satoru’s eyes again for the first time in almost two years. It feels like the first breath he has taken in a very very long time.

    “Oh,” Suguru manages, vision swimming with cerulean and snow white, “there you are.”

    Gojo smiles at him, smirks at him, and a crashing wave of sense memory washes over Suguru at the sight.

    “Here I am.” Gojo agrees easily, slides onto the stool in front of Suguru, eyes gleaming. He doesn’t let go of Suguru’s hand, just plays with his fingers as he leans in close, a faint scent of amaretto and something citrus. “Now,” he murmurs, taps his foot against Suguru’s gently, “what are you going to do about it this time, hmm?”

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    08 Sep 2024

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    Satoru was not jealous.

    The girl who had been tittering to Suguru cuddled up closer to him, chest not so subtly pressing against Suguru’s arm as she batted her lashes up at him.

    The pencil in Satoru’s hand snapped, bits of wood and graphite splintering across his notes.

     

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    two best friends who are oblivious and possessive (eventually) get their shit together ✌🏽

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    03 Sep 2024

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    "Suguru," he calls out, doing his best puppy dog eyes as Shoko starts tugging him along behind her by the collar. "Save me!"

    Suguru just laughs, raising his arm in a wave as Satoru's dragged away.

    or, Satoru tries to leave a good impression. And tries, and tries, and tries.

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    02 Sep 2024

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