[ satoru takes a great deal of pride in being Limitless, the Strongest, the most powerful wielder of Six Eyes in Generations. How could he not, after the upbringing he'd had? but when he's with suguru, he doesn't want to be any of that. suguru is the first person who looked at his Six Eyes and saw something else - saw Gojo Satoru, the lonely boy who grew up isolated and treated like glass, full of resentment and disrespect for the society that groomed him to be the savior of jujutsu society - and a boogie for all the curses they couldn't kill.
so he only presses his lips together and smirks at the waitress when suguru puts a hand possessively on his thigh, letting her mull that over as she hurries out of the room and leaves them in one another's company once more. suguru's earned a little bit of possessiveness, hasn't he?
satoru leans a cheek into his palm as he watches suguru pour the sake, slow and steady, wrists peeking out of the sleeves of his dark kimono. graceful is the right word for getou when he's doing things like this. not that he isn't when they fight, but at leisure he's even more elegant.
his eyes slide back up to meet warm, honeyed brown and he scoops up his cup for the toast, curious. to finding each other so early in this life. the words rattle around in his chest, sharp and hot and wrapping around his heart to squeeze it until near bursting. satoru stares back at him for a beat before blushing and sitting up. he taps their foreheads and glasses together in tandem, blue blue eyes swirling and soft like a summer day. ] To finding each other in this life and any other.
[ satoru pulls back, swallows down the entire cup and immediately makes a face, heaving and coughing. it's good. and he absolutely should not have done it as a shot. ]
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so he only presses his lips together and smirks at the waitress when suguru puts a hand possessively on his thigh, letting her mull that over as she hurries out of the room and leaves them in one another's company once more. suguru's earned a little bit of possessiveness, hasn't he?
satoru leans a cheek into his palm as he watches suguru pour the sake, slow and steady, wrists peeking out of the sleeves of his dark kimono. graceful is the right word for getou when he's doing things like this. not that he isn't when they fight, but at leisure he's even more elegant.
his eyes slide back up to meet warm, honeyed brown and he scoops up his cup for the toast, curious. to finding each other so early in this life. the words rattle around in his chest, sharp and hot and wrapping around his heart to squeeze it until near bursting. satoru stares back at him for a beat before blushing and sitting up. he taps their foreheads and glasses together in tandem, blue blue eyes swirling and soft like a summer day. ] To finding each other in this life and any other.
[ satoru pulls back, swallows down the entire cup and immediately makes a face, heaving and coughing. it's good. and he absolutely should not have done it as a shot. ]