TITLE: To Swallow Your Pride AUTHOR: nuttinonice on AO3
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"You got it man, hold it down," Gojo says, hand clamped over Geto's mouth as his friend struggles to swallow. "Force it down, you're okay."
Geto squeezes his eyes shut and gulps hard, his face pale and sweat breaking on his forehead. Gojo keeps his hand in place, making sure his stomach doesn't lurch again before he lets go, passing him a water bottle to gulp from.
Geto snatches the bottle and gulps greedily, one hand clutching Gojo's knee like a lifeline as he drinks. He downs most of the bottle before dropping it and heaving out a long breath of relief, shoulders slumping.
"You did it, it's over," Gojo says, rubbing his back a few times. Lately it seems Geto's cursed technique is taking a bigger toll on him. He struggles more to keep the curses down and if he pukes, it's all the worse because he has to try again. The bags under his eyes look heavy as he catches his breath and Gojo doesn't quite know how to identify this twinge in his chest he feels seeing him in pain.
"I'm good," Geto breathes, his head lolling onto Gojo's shoulder. "Shit's disgusting."
"Yeah that was pretty gross."
"Shut up." Geto chuckles a bit, hand still on Gojo's knee, his breath coming in soft little puffs against his neck.
Gojo tries to put his own discomfort aside while his friend recovers. If they stand up too quick, the nausea might return, but he needs to get a handle on himself too. His infinity has been activated for far too long this mission, but especially with Geto a little weak beside him, he won't dare let it rest. He has a migraine so head splitting, it's making his regular vision blur, but they'll be safe back on campus soon enough. The driver is on his way and if he still feels like shit, Shoko can perk him up with something.
For now, he shuts his eyes against the sun and lets one hand absentmindedly stroke through Geto's hair a bit, knowing the simple touch will help ground him.
The mission had been a doozy. It wasn't particularly difficult, just long - excruciatingly so. They're both ready to knock out for the rest of the day.
A sleek black sedan pulls up to the curb and Gojo wills himself to stand up first, pushing his sunglasses up his nose before reaching his hand down and tugging Geto up with him.
They climb wordlessly into the back of the car and Gojo sighs in relief. His technique is still active and he'll keep it that way until they're back to Jujutsu Tech, but the car is dimmer with its tinted windows and lack of a sun roof. It's better.
"Oi," Geto frowns and pokes Gojo in the center of his forehead. "You look like shit, why didn't you say something?"
"It's just a headache," Gojo shrugs, but he knows he's sweating from the discomfort and his eyes are closed behind his glasses.
