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Gojo had always been a bit of a daredevil, never afraid to take risks and do the unexpected. But there was one thing that even he couldn't do without feeling a bit of nervousness: climbing up to Suguru Geto's window.
He used his cursed energy to help him, jumping from branch to branch until he finally reached the window of Geto's room. As he looked way down the tall tree that stood near Geto's house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He remembered all the times that him and Geto had climbed this very same tree together, laughing and challenging each other to see who could climb higher. Gojo would fall only to hear the other's laugh grow louder. How silly of him.
But now, things were different. Geto and Gojo had grown apart, each following their own paths and responsibilities. Well that has never succeeded into keeping him from missing his friend. Only this time his feelings lit up in a rush and pushed him with much determination to see him again. Was he too desperate? Yes. Did he care to hide that? His name wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he did.
He had to see him.
As his feet found secure footing on the crackling branches, he hoisted himself up and peered inside. His eyes glued on Geto and he had to suck his breath in. The man was so effortlessly beautiful, even in the simplest of settings. His slender fingers delicately turned the pages of the book, his concentration solely on the words in front of him. The way the light from the lamp illuminated his features was unfair.
Gojo couldn't stop staring, his eyes drinking in every detail of the man before him. He trailed his eyes over his long pitch black hair cascading down his shoulders. He then moved down to his face, taking in his gentle expression as he read from his book. His smooth, porcelain skin seemed to glow in the soft light.
And then Geto's back. Oh Suguru's back. As he leaned forward to read, it curved gracefully, showing off his strong yet lean figure. Gojo couldn't help but admire the way his muscles moved under his sweater with each small movement.
And as he stared at his friend, Gojo couldn't help but wonder just how much time had passed. How many years had gone by since they had last spoken? How many memories had been left behind in the wake of their separation?
Time seemed to slip away as Gojo gazed at Geto, his mind whisking away into a fantasy world where they were the only two people in existence. His thoughts were abruptly halted when he lost his balance and fell into the room, landing ungracefully on the floor.
Geto's eyes widened in shock as something landed with a thump right behind him. Without thinking, he jumped up from his seat and took a step backwards, startled by the sudden intrusion.
'Satoru?! What are you doing here?!' Geto exclaimed, trying to catch his breath.
Gojo simply grinned up at him, rubbing his head where he had hit it on the fall. 'Thought I'd drop in for a surprise visit,' he replied casually, giving his longtime friend a wink.
