a/n; feel free to add friendly critique in the comments i'm always willing to grow as a writer :)
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With a sharp inhale, Gojo bolts upright in a cold sweat and everything hits him at once in overwhelming detail. Fuck, shit, he thinks; fumbling through the dark for his blindfold. His fingers blindly find their way to the fabric beside him. He was dreaming about Geto again. He can't remember exactly, but he knows. He knows the way his chest is still heaving from when he woke up and in the cold lines he feels on his face where silent tears had fallen minutes before. These types of dreams -or were they memories? He can't remember- seemed to come to him more often than not. A plethora of fresh tears threaten to spill from his eyes as Gojo shifts his gaze to the digital clock beside him. In the dark, he makes out the numbers. 2-1-3. It's 2:13 am. He sighs to himself and leans back, looking into the ceiling at nothing, trying to remember. He closes his eyes under the blindfold.
Familiar hands gripped the base of Gojo's head, strong fingers wound their way up the back. He remembered what Geto's hands looked like. Felt like. Gojo's own skeletal fingers roamed in long black hair in return. A kiss. A real one. Gojo's chapped lips collided with soft ones. He remembered what they felt like. Remembered what Geto's porcelain skin felt like under his hands. Remembered exactly how Geto's hands felt holding his waist. Remembered how Geto's- his eyes. He couldn't remember his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, Gojo could never get Geto's eyes right. He likes to think that his friend's eyes were kind, loving even. He likes to think that Geto's eyes actually sparkled when he was excited about something. Gojo also likes to think that Geto's eyebrows turned down when he smiled. But he knows to think better than that.
Gojo had seen Geto now. His eyes are dark and cruel. The shine he thought he knew was gone. His smile is different too. His eyebrows no longer turn down. Gojo doesn't like it, it makes him scared. Scared of what happened to the boy he once knew to be a friend. Geto was supposed to be his number one, his one and only. What went wrong?
Something shifts beside him. With a groan, a second figure sits up in the dark, turning to face Gojo. "Satoru?" The voice asks. "Is everything okay?"
"Huh? 'M fine, yeah." Gojo replies and sits up to look at Nanami properly. Nanami gives a small smile in acknowledgement and places both his hands on either side of Gojo's face, caressing him. He leans in for a comforting kiss in hopes of soothing his lover, but as he does he notices that the area of Gojo's blindfold around his eyes is wet. Gojo is not fine. As their lips meet, Gojo figures he isn't alone anymore. He figures maybe Geto wasn't the right one. With every kiss Nanami lands on Gojo's lips, with every one of his fingers that grazes over Gojo's pale skin, Gojo is lost in Nanami's touch. what was once Geto became a Nanami shaped space.
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hoped you liked it i only know angst
