His Hands

like you

Suguru

I don't know what came over me that prompted my sudden reach for Gojo's hand. But before I knew it, I was holding his in mine.

Him opening up more about his family surprised me. Gojo was always so talkative, but he never really shared much about his personal life.

We share more in common than I thought.

His body stiffens beside me, and I quickly let go of his hand so it didn't get awkward.

"It's like I said last week, Gojo," I sigh, hoping that he'll pretend I didn't just grab his hand,

"You should just work towards a life you want. Not the one your dad has assigned to you."

I felt a few moments pass between us, and he finally sits up and looks back down at me.

The way his eyes are narrowed tells me that he's back to not wanting to talk about his father. But the fact that he rested a few of his fingers on top of my hand says he appreciates my words.

"Maybe we should head back inside, it's getting cold out here," His smile doesn't reach his eyes, but I let it slide.

Sitting up as well, I don't move my hand from under his fingers,

"Sure, but are you okay?"

"Of course, Geto."

Shrugging, I stand up and hold out my hand to help him to his feet. Which he takes, but without making eye contact with me.

The entire walk back to our dorm room was silent, but not uncomfortably silent. I think we both said all we wanted to say to one another tonight, which was okay.

When we get back, we take our layers off and say a few parting words before calling it a night. Heartfelt conversations after a busy week seemed to take it out of both of us.

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Finally, a day off of work. It's a Wednesday, so I still had class this morning, but at least I can spend the rest of the day relaxing. I picked up a new book on Sunday that I've been thinking about all day and dying to read.

But before I knew it, the now-common intrusive thought of I wonder what Gojo is doing popped into my head.

It's been over a week since we laid on the rooftop and watched the stars above. Since then, I feel like we've had a better understanding of one another.

He can still be an arrogant brat that invites himself to almost everything, but his presence is less of a nuisance now. In fact, even taking the bus to work now seems out of the ordinary.

I'm getting too used to this.

Shoving my hands into my pockets I do my best to avoid making any possible plans with Gojo mentally, I don't even know if he'll be home later.

Another thought strikes me a bit harder than the last.

He's probably already got plans with Sakura.

The feeling of my sinking heart makes me internally groan. Life is already hard enough without getting jealous over the people my pretty-boy-roommate chooses to spend his time with.

Maybe it would have been easier if I had lived alone after all.

I'm distracted from my downward spiral by the chime of my phone.

Speak of the-- Oh.

It's Haru again.

I hadn't ever responded to his initial message over a week ago, so I was surprised he had messaged me again. I swallowed hard and opened the text.