Then don't make things up, dumbass~ Who said I got everything I wanted. You're making assumptions again and it's gonna piss me off. Cause he ain't that cute!
Oh yeah?? I'll hold you told that!
Wow you uncovered my master plan. I'm almost back so last chance to say you're sorry~
u pretty much eat a whole sheet a week~ so it counts~ fiiiine, what didn't you get as a kid with a loaded family and 5 nannies? he's pretty cute. cute bangs, big eyes, sweet personality... plus, he's humble. i'd say 8/10 in cuteness?
jeeeeez.; nothing over 3000¥. ( For a second he forgot who he was talking to. Geto huffs, amused.)
My brain needs the sugar! Forget it, you wouldn't understand coming from your nice, cushy country life with nice parents. [ there's a lot he didn't get growing up, most of which can't be bought and paid for, or found in the prim and proper deference of nannies and distant aunts and uncles and people too in awe of or afraid to even touch him. things he didn't realize he was missing until he came here - and met suguru. ]
Ughhhhhh gross. Get better taste.
What?! Fiiiiine.
Yeah yeah yeah I'm back on school grounds now. Where are you?
your brain needs something alright~ ( Suguru arches a brow at the text. Did he strike a nerve?) haaaa? that's one way to describe being broke... hmmmmm if they were so nasty, least you didn't come out worse.
hehe, what? u were literally asking me what my type of girl was a second ago? but me saying our kohai is sorta cute, bugs you?
urusai. rich boy.
our spot. ( It didn't mean much, but it sort of was- a shady spot underneath the training-grounds tree. It was always lonely anyways, so Suguru took the spare time to chill beneath the shade. Their spot.)
There are more important things than having money growing up. Not everything has a price tag. They weren't nasty, and you still say I have a shitty personality all the time!
I didn't ask your type out of our kouhais! Cute if you like kicked puppies, I guess.
Yeah yeah this rich boy just bought you lunch, so start sucking up~
[ He snaps his phone closed, turning the corner and heading over to the training grounds. Suguru's under their tree - it's been that way since first year, chosen for its shade on a hot summer day after they'd exhausted each other in martial arts training. Now it's where they tend to gravitate when they're not in their dorms, or between trainings and classes. Satoru waves a hand as he approaches, sits down across from Suguru once he reaches the shady grass and shoves a takeout bag into his hands. ]
( Suguru watches the text bubbles bleep away as Satoru responds. It never crossed his mind that the other boy might have not had a perfect childhood- sure, it only made sense it wasn't since no kid adult every said they did. All childhoods tended to be rough in one way or another- Satoru just never talked too much about it. Something along the lines of 'not living in the past' sort of personality the blonde had. Which only opened the matter up for assumptions in regards to Suguru and his curiosity- he wasn't the type to pry either, or be nosy, when it came to Gojos past. He knew the basics about the Gojo Clan, their ways, and the legend that was the Six Eyes.
When they met, it had been pride that kept Suguru in the shadows about Gojo- not wanting to blow up the other shamans ego with questions about himself. Now? He couldn't help want to know if Satoru had been a happy child...
If they might have been friends back then.)
sheesh, someone's crabby.
( Suguru tilts his head, raising a hand to block the sun from peeking through the shade into his face- he peeks from around his fingers to peek over at Gojo. Eyes trailing down to the brown bag, the smell was welcoming-) mmm? do you accept physical-acts of payment? ( Sitting up, he smiles, shutting both eyes in a bemused expression as he reaches for the bag, gently using one finger to tug it towards himself. Peeking into it...
Then offering that same, foxy closed-eyed smile at Satoru.)
[ satoru doesn't talk about his life before school. he's the pride and joy of the gojo clan - the first person to wield Limitless and Six Eyes in four hundred years, and he grew up safely tucked deep within the confines of the gojo clan compound until it was time to come study at jujutsu high.
as long as he behaves, keeps growing stronger, he has their full support, financial and otherwise. that's all anyone knows, all anyone really needs to know.
he wishes he knew whether or not he and suguru would have been friends, but he's not sure he would have known what to do with one. ]
Yeah, cause someone harassed me for the past hour!
[ satoru looks down at him through dark lenses as he hands the bag off, pulls his hands back and braces them behind him, leaning back on them and letting his head loll back to stare up at the leaves and the dappled sunlight in the tree. ] Yeah yeah. You know you don't have to pay me back for that kind of stuff.
[ if his compliance means he gets to treat suguru to the things that make him smile that way, it's worth it. ]
( Talking calmly like always, Suguru meticulously pulls the food out of the bag with a pleased idle smile. The food smelled great, and it wasn't often that Suguru ventured into the center of the city for a meal- it took too long, and the rush hour of lunch made it practically impossible to get anything before their next lesson or mission. But Satoru had every tool to avoid such a lag- knowing where to go, at what time, and being able to tell if it would be busy or not before even stepping onto the street.
Plus, Satoru couldn't stay away from those bakeries for long.)
I'll go with you next time. mm, my treat. ( It's a promise. Slowly crossing his legs, he sits up fully to inspect the meal- then he pauses, eyes venturing over to watch Satoru lull in front of him-) ... did you eat regular food yet? Satoru? ( He asks, offering one of the takoyaki skewers.)
[ Satoru's eyes slide over to watch Suguru pull each item out of the bag, following each careful, graceful movement of his hands and wrists, the soft, pleased smile as he looks at the food. Satoru knows the city better, spent longer here, so he knows how to get in and out fast - plus, he's not as polite. That makes a big difference.
and yeah, if making Suguru's afternoon with his favorite food also means he gets pastries from the bakery... that's just a bonus. ]
Your treat, huh? [ Finally, he looks up at Suguru properly. ] Just eat your food. I'm not hungry.
( He smiles, tilting his head enough for his bangs to sway sideways. Slowly he blinks at the denial to take the takoyaki and pulls it back to promptly pop the first gooey sphere into his mouth, pulling it off the skewer, careful not to make a mess.) mm, sure. I'll buy you whatever pastry-cream monstrosity you want~
( Suguru chuckles quietly around the piece of food, arching a brow- he watches Satoru for a second, those edgy shades watching him back; so, he stares quietly before smiling again-) you're just gonna watch me eat...?
( He hadn't been eating lately. Not properly at least- the idea that he was losing weight was obnoxious. Especially when Satoru shouted it at him out of no where. Did Gojo watch him constantly? ) ... maa, why don't you sit over here with me. It's weird having you sit in front of me while I eat. ( He offers an invitation, nodding to the grassy spot next to him.)
[ Suguru has lost weight, which is the main reason Satoru won't take any of his food, wants to make sure he eats everything Satoru took all the trouble of bringing him all the way from Tokyo.
The other is simply that.. he likes seeing Suguru happy. ]
Why is it weird? No different than if I finish my food first.
[ Still, he sits up and shifts himself over to the spot next to Suguru against the base of the tree, leaning back against it and the line of Suguru's shoulder. ] Happy now?
( He doesn't mention how he has noticed Satoru paying more attention to him during his eating habits. Suguru is just stressed. Maybe a little depressed?
He can't pin point it. And if he tries, he ponders over it too much- he should be greatful he is alive. That he can eat yummy food and help people.
Except he's not. He feels himself becoming dimmer...
Unless Satorus around.) hn, it just is.
ah, are you trying to impress me or something? ( Suguru chuckles as he watches the blonde actually do as he says and move over to sit beside him. It wasn't everyday that Gojo did what anyone told him to do.
Suguru smirks a little, until he swallows the bife of battered octopus and gives Satoru a coquettish look-) ... is this because of what we did last time?
( He challenges with a pleased glint in his eye- arching a brow. That night had been so much in just a few hours. Still, it wasn't like he would just forget it. )
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Who said I got everything I wanted. You're making assumptions again and it's gonna piss me off.
Cause he ain't that cute!
Oh yeah?? I'll hold you told that!
Wow you uncovered my master plan. I'm almost back so last chance to say you're sorry~
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fiiiine, what didn't you get as a kid with a loaded family and 5 nannies?
he's pretty cute. cute bangs, big eyes, sweet personality...
plus, he's humble. i'd say 8/10 in cuteness?
jeeeeez.;
nothing over 3000¥.
( For a second he forgot who he was talking to. Geto huffs, amused.)
tsk what did i do?;
ur the one starving me.
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Forget it, you wouldn't understand coming from your nice, cushy country life with nice parents. [ there's a lot he didn't get growing up, most of which can't be bought and paid for, or found in the prim and proper deference of nannies and distant aunts and uncles and people too in awe of or afraid to even touch him. things he didn't realize he was missing until he came here - and met suguru. ]
Ughhhhhh gross.
Get better taste.
What?! Fiiiiine.
Yeah yeah yeah I'm back on school grounds now. Where are you?
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( Suguru arches a brow at the text. Did he strike a nerve?)
haaaa? that's one way to describe being broke...
hmmmmm if they were so nasty, least you didn't come out worse.
hehe, what? u were literally asking me what my type of girl was a second ago?
but me saying our kohai is sorta cute, bugs you?
urusai. rich boy.
our spot.
( It didn't mean much, but it sort of was- a shady spot underneath the training-grounds tree. It was always lonely anyways, so Suguru took the spare time to chill beneath the shade. Their spot.)
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They weren't nasty, and you still say I have a shitty personality all the time!
I didn't ask your type out of our kouhais!
Cute if you like kicked puppies, I guess.
Yeah yeah this rich boy just bought you lunch, so start sucking up~
[ He snaps his phone closed, turning the corner and heading over to the training grounds. Suguru's under their tree - it's been that way since first year, chosen for its shade on a hot summer day after they'd exhausted each other in martial arts training. Now it's where they tend to gravitate when they're not in their dorms, or between trainings and classes. Satoru waves a hand as he approaches, sits down across from Suguru once he reaches the shady grass and shoves a takeout bag into his hands. ]
Your fresh soba and takoyaki, needy asshole.
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Something along the lines of 'not living in the past' sort of personality the blonde had. Which only opened the matter up for assumptions in regards to Suguru and his curiosity- he wasn't the type to pry either, or be nosy, when it came to Gojos past. He knew the basics about the Gojo Clan, their ways, and the legend that was the Six Eyes.
When they met, it had been pride that kept Suguru in the shadows about Gojo- not wanting to blow up the other shamans ego with questions about himself. Now? He couldn't help want to know if Satoru had been a happy child...
If they might have been friends back then.)
sheesh, someone's crabby.
( Suguru tilts his head, raising a hand to block the sun from peeking through the shade into his face- he peeks from around his fingers to peek over at Gojo. Eyes trailing down to the brown bag, the smell was welcoming-) mmm? do you accept physical-acts of payment? ( Sitting up, he smiles, shutting both eyes in a bemused expression as he reaches for the bag, gently using one finger to tug it towards himself. Peeking into it...
Then offering that same, foxy closed-eyed smile at Satoru.)
mm... arigatouu~
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as long as he behaves, keeps growing stronger, he has their full support, financial and otherwise. that's all anyone knows, all anyone really needs to know.
he wishes he knew whether or not he and suguru would have been friends, but he's not sure he would have known what to do with one. ]
Yeah, cause someone harassed me for the past hour!
[ satoru looks down at him through dark lenses as he hands the bag off, pulls his hands back and braces them behind him, leaning back on them and letting his head loll back to stare up at the leaves and the dappled sunlight in the tree. ] Yeah yeah. You know you don't have to pay me back for that kind of stuff.
[ if his compliance means he gets to treat suguru to the things that make him smile that way, it's worth it. ]
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( Talking calmly like always, Suguru meticulously pulls the food out of the bag with a pleased idle smile. The food smelled great, and it wasn't often that Suguru ventured into the center of the city for a meal- it took too long, and the rush hour of lunch made it practically impossible to get anything before their next lesson or mission.
But Satoru had every tool to avoid such a lag- knowing where to go, at what time, and being able to tell if it would be busy or not before even stepping onto the street.
Plus, Satoru couldn't stay away from those bakeries for long.)
I'll go with you next time. mm, my treat. ( It's a promise. Slowly crossing his legs, he sits up fully to inspect the meal- then he pauses, eyes venturing over to watch Satoru lull in front of him-) ... did you eat regular food yet? Satoru? ( He asks, offering one of the takoyaki skewers.)
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[ Satoru's eyes slide over to watch Suguru pull each item out of the bag, following each careful, graceful movement of his hands and wrists, the soft, pleased smile as he looks at the food. Satoru knows the city better, spent longer here, so he knows how to get in and out fast - plus, he's not as polite. That makes a big difference.
and yeah, if making Suguru's afternoon with his favorite food also means he gets pastries from the bakery... that's just a bonus. ]
Your treat, huh? [ Finally, he looks up at Suguru properly. ] Just eat your food. I'm not hungry.
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( He smiles, tilting his head enough for his bangs to sway sideways. Slowly he blinks at the denial to take the takoyaki and pulls it back to promptly pop the first gooey sphere into his mouth, pulling it off the skewer, careful not to make a mess.) mm, sure. I'll buy you whatever pastry-cream monstrosity you want~
( Suguru chuckles quietly around the piece of food, arching a brow- he watches Satoru for a second, those edgy shades watching him back; so, he stares quietly before smiling again-) you're just gonna watch me eat...?
( He hadn't been eating lately. Not properly at least- the idea that he was losing weight was obnoxious. Especially when Satoru shouted it at him out of no where. Did Gojo watch him constantly? ) ... maa, why don't you sit over here with me. It's weird having you sit in front of me while I eat. ( He offers an invitation, nodding to the grassy spot next to him.)
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The other is simply that.. he likes seeing Suguru happy. ]
Why is it weird? No different than if I finish my food first.
[ Still, he sits up and shifts himself over to the spot next to Suguru against the base of the tree, leaning back against it and the line of Suguru's shoulder. ] Happy now?
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He can't pin point it. And if he tries, he ponders over it too much- he should be greatful he is alive. That he can eat yummy food and help people.
Except he's not. He feels himself becoming dimmer...
Unless Satorus around.) hn, it just is.
ah, are you trying to impress me or something? ( Suguru chuckles as he watches the blonde actually do as he says and move over to sit beside him. It wasn't everyday that Gojo did what anyone told him to do.
Suguru smirks a little, until he swallows the bife of battered octopus and gives Satoru a coquettish look-) ... is this because of what we did last time?
( He challenges with a pleased glint in his eye- arching a brow. That night had been so much in just a few hours. Still, it wasn't like he would just forget it. )
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