g.s. ; ENIGMA - ( 8 )
WARNINGS ; nsfw
treehouse - ALEX G, EMILY YACINA
( 2:38 )
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"i'm heading out for a bit!"
your resting brother leisurely nodded in his hammock as you readied yourself to see gojo again, which was much more nerve-wracking than you had believed after you chose to ignore every other part of your life for a week to mend your relationship with mahito.
you were glad that you and mahito had been giving each other more time and attention, but you also had to admit that a large gap had formed in your soul after you left gojo.
he made you feel something strange. it was something that you'd never felt before, but you could tell that it was similar to what you felt when you thought of mahito, with its major differences.
when he stood near you, you had the urge to pull him closer. when he held your hand, you prayed that he'd never let go. when he'd hold you so delicately, like you'd shatter like glass in between his fingers, you wished that you seemed weaker if it made him hold you tighter.
you enjoyed that time that you spent with him, and you slightly resented the time that you were apart, unless it was time spent with mahito.
the feelings that he gave you were scary, but they also felt good.
"don't be afraid to come straight home if something bad happens," mahito said. you gave him a look that told him he was worrying about nothing and he smiled. "i'm not saying something's going to go wrong. but if it does..."
"if it does, i'll come back right away."
he nodded once more and relaxed again. "have fun."
you smiled back and approached him. "thanks." your arms wrapped around him in a quick hug, which he easily welcomed.
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( apartment 23 )
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"satoru? are you home?" you traced the apartment for any sign of him, grimacing when you didn't get an answer. you made your way towards his closed bedroom door and you knocked quietly. once again, no answer. you sighed and pushed the door open on your own.
you grew content as you saw him asleep in underneath his large white comforter. he laid on his stomach with his arms underneath his pillow.
sunlight pooled into the room through the blinds. it was only noon by then, and it seemed like he'd been sleeping all morning. everything in the room looked like porcelain in the light, including him. his bare skin shone with a semi-angelic glow, drawing you in more.
he'd gone to bed without a shirt, and for a moment, you could only stand to gape as the muscles in his back tensed and relaxed as he shifted and breathed.
you then shook your head to rid yourself of the perverted thoughts that you figured only a person like gojo could have. sitting on the nightstand on the left side of the bed was the over-sized purely white hoodie that you once wore. it was neatly folded and it beckoned you to it with open arms.
you snuck through the room and swiped the large piece of cotton off the nightstand before sneaking back into the bathroom.
as you began to strip yourself of your casual and baggy shirt, you found that the hoodie had been washed, but the smell of the few days spent holding on to gojo still lingered.
