His Hands

best intentions part 2

Suguru

I wasn't that drunk.

But was I tipsy? Yes, absolutely.

And Satoru on the other hand: plastered.

He had both arms wrapped around my shoulders as we made our way back to the dorms. And once we were on the elevator to our floor, he slumped against me with all of his weight.

I grab my key and lug Satoru out of the elevator and onto our floor. Kicking open the dorm room door, I move to push him off of me and onto his bed. He lays there, half asleep already.

"Suguruuuuu," his voice was groggy and whining, it made me roll my eyes.

Going to our sink, I grab a glass and fill it with water. When I turn around I see his bed is empty and he's crawled over to mine and laid atop it.

"No, Gojo- Get back to your own bed," I scold him, and his blue eyes peep up at me as I set the glass down on his desk.

Moving like a slug, he sits up and holds his arms up for me to pull him to his feet. I set him back on his bed and lay him down, and as I go to pull away, I stop.

Satoru's fist is clenched onto my shirt.

"Fuck," I mutter, and take both of my hands, and slowly work to un-pry his large hand from my shirt.

A gentle snore leaves Satoru's slightly open mouth and I know he's asleep and unaware of the predicament he's put me in.

Once I'm free from his drunken clutches, I hesitate to set his hand down. His palm was warm and soft. His hand was a little bit larger than mine, but when I held it in both of my hands it seemed much smaller.

Satoru's fingers start to curl slightly around my own, and I set his hand down quickly before I get stuck again.

Heart hammering inside of me, I sit on my own bed and rest my head on my hands.

Why am I letting him get to me like this. I didn't even want to be friends with him, and now we are. And now he has me feeling some type of way about him. Romantic feelings? A crush? Infatuation? I don't know, but I'm not okay with how my heart is betraying my head.

I lay back on my own bed, then sit back up and pull my duvet off and toss it over Satoru who was still on top of his covers.

I get into my sweatpants and take my shirt off before climbing under my sheets and thin blanket. I'm typically warm during the night, so I don't mind giving him my duvet.

My eyes rest on the dark ceiling, sleep coming over me quickly.

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Jerking awake to a scream, I sit up in bed quickly.

I whip my head to look for an intruder, only to find Gojo shouting and thrashing around in his bed.

His words were incoherent, but his movements looked as if he was attempting to fight someone off.

We've lived together almost a week now and this hasn't happened until now. Pushing my blankets back, I get out of bed and walk the few steps over to his.

"Satoru," I whisper, and touch his shoulder once.

His hands reach out as if to push me away, but I catch them both in one hand easily. Sitting down on his bed, I push the hair out of his face with my other hand and shake him gently.

After a few more shakes and a few more times of him jerking around, his eyes finally peek open. I see a sadness embedded deep inside him.

"Suguru?" He whispers, sitting up as I drop his hands.