[satosugu] saturday night live || moonlilies

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『 Section 2. Gojo Satoru's POV 』

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3:34 AM  〚December 24, 2017〛

For the first time in a few weeks, Satoru's phone rings the tone he set just for Suguru. He'd been staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars above his bunk for half an hour now with nothing to do but to think—the sudden noise almost jolts him into the hard wood above him.

He picks up. Immediately, a slurred, cheery voice greets him. "Satoru!"

Satoru gets out of bed. "Suguru?" Is he going to ask to make up or something? He sounded pretty serious last time, so Satoru doubts that. And he's drunk. Crucial detail there.

On the other end of the line, Suguru laughs. Satoru's insides are immediately taken over by a zoo corporation that's probably notorious for keeping too many animals inside. "Someb'dy tried t' hit on me." He laughs again. "Jus', you always used t' laugh? When I told ya that? I jus' wan'ed t' tell ya. Haha. Yeah."

Satoru smiles despite himself (despite everything, especially that fucking zoo in his stomach that won't shut down even through the vehement protests of the citizens of his brain). "That's funny," he says, "you really are a crowd favorite."

"That's you," Suguru says, voice cutting off a bit. "Also I wanna go home."

"Then go home, Suguru."

Another laugh, but uncertain this time. "Pick m' up?"

Satoru's already heading to the closet to change. "You're hopeless when you're drunk, you know that?"

"That's why I have you. Aha! Satoru. I'm gonn' throw up."

Satoru grimaces. That's definitely not something he wants to hear. "Yeah, go ahead."

There's a crinkling sound, and then—"That would be imp'lite." Satoru imagines Suguru shaking his head before replying. He wraps a scarf around himself and heads towards the door to get his shoes. "You at your regular?"

"Where th' hell else?"

"Okay, bye."

"Hey, is that a yes or a no? Are ya pickin' me up—" Satoru ends the call.

It didn't take him a long time to find Suguru because the man was already sitting cross-legged on the curb, which is very Suguru-like, but it was still funny.

Satoru pretends to not find him for a few seconds before Suguru starts windshield-waving his hands in the air and shouting, "Here! Here!" He had no other choice but to go to Suguru then, and when he finally stands directly in front of him with his hands on his hips trying to act like he's annoyed, Suguru just looks up at him confusedly, eyes glazed. Satoru drops the act and sighs, tugging on the other boy's arm. "Come on, you big baby, let's go."

Suguru stands up and wobbles, smiling. He regards Satoru for a good second and then promptly throws up on him.

Satoru yelps. "Suguru!"

"Oh," Suguru says, putting a hand to his mouth. "Sorry."

Satoru calls them a cab and hauls Suguru's uncooperative ass in, all the while getting disgusted looks from the driver. He tried getting the vomit off his clothes as best he could; it wasn't his fault at this point and he personally felt that the driver ought to know that. He doesn't say anything.

When they arrive at their—his—apartment, he makes a beeline for the bathroom, but Suguru keeps trying to make himself one with his arm, so he's rooted to wherever the drunk is. Suguru calls out "I'm home!" to absolutely nobody and then starts walking to the living room. Satoru only manages to untangle himself once they get to the couch.