[ gojo loves to stand out, but one of the most thrilling parts of tokyo is being able to blend in - be normal for a while. like this, they don't have to be jujutsu sorcerers, gojo isn't the six eyes, they're just satoru and suguru tucked into one another as the whole world falls blends into nothing.

his fingers slide along the line of his wrist, over the bone at the juncture of his wrist and hand, rubbing over it. getou's hand slipping into the back pocket of his slacks sends a thrill up his spine and he grins as they walk, tucked close enough that it's hard to tell where one begins and the other ends. ]

Mmmm are we? I rather like having a long-haired, kimono-clad beauty on my arm. [ gojo looks down at him, admiring how black his eyes look when they're blown out this way, ready to devour him whole. ] Should I change to match you? I'm sure I could buy something.