FEVER (SatoSugu)

σɳҽ - eyes on me, eyes on you

-Good morning, Satoru.

-Hey, Haru...

-I caught you still in bed, didn't I?

-Shit, yeah...- Satoru rubbed his eyes, throwing the sleep mask somewhere over the bedsheets. -...yeah, you did. I'm sorry, I'll get there as soon as I can.

-Don't bother. That's why I'm calling you, actually. Remember I told you the gym would be closed tonight for maintenance?

-Mhm.

-Well, they moved their schedule. They're here right now and didn't bother to let me know until they saw me standing out here.- Haru's breath shivered, the cold air made a ruffle through the phone.- Of course they didn't let me in, you know how it is with these people.

-That's awful.

-It is, but it's great for you. You've been working hard lately, stay in bed and rest, I'll see you tonight instead.

-Alright, thank you, Haru.

-Take care.

Thank god. Satoru felt bad for Haru being stuck out in the cold like that, but couldn't think much more about it before giving up to the mattress again.

When he woke again it was almost noon, the intense sun coming through the curtains didn't let him rest anymore. Satoru laid on his back, staring at the ceiling until he was completely back in his body.

The extra hours of sleep were a much needed, rare treat. With national competitions becoming increasingly soon, practice took up more and more hours of his day. To the point where Satoru heard the grinding of ice against metal in his dreams. He found himself going over steps and choreography at any other time of the day when he wasn't on the ice ring.

Like now, he walked to the kitchen in a rhythm, humming a classical song and vaguely motioning his arms to the routine he's practiced a hundred times this week.

Two or three mental rounds of the choreography later, breakfast was hot and ready. That's one thing Satoru loved about these tressfull dates, being able to eating almost twice as much as he usually does to compensate for the calories burnt in training. Following a diet wasn't always easy, but he always figured out a way to sneak in foods that satisfy his sweet tooth.

Now that his coaching was rescheduled, Satoru didn't know how to spend his day. As he scrolled on his phone beside an empty plate, he considered training on his own. The gym was off limits though, ordered by Haru herself, handling machines brought the athlete unnecessary potential injuries. Gojo found this boundary annoying, but actively kept his promise to obey Haru to save her the stress.

Some light stretching would have to do. Gojo's flexibility suffered severe backtrack during the colder months, he made sure to work his body properly once or twice a day to keep this from happening. Satoru wasn't really in a hurry to break a sweat, he'd have enough of that later tonight.

Satoru got busy in the matter of seconds. The freetime allowed him to catch up with everything he had left unattended in the past couple of weeks. Laundry, homework, his personal routines, and a suspicious stain on the kitchen counter that was a pain to clean. Unlike what he thought, the day passed by pretty quickly. The sun began to set and the text message from Haru confirming the time for practice popped up on Gojo's screen...

Short notice. Not like he was doing much, but the hydrating facemask still had some time due. Satoru spread the collar of the shirt as wide as it could go and passed it through his head extremely carefully. The face mask was intact, thank god, those things are expensive. Having his stuff and himself ready, Satoru grabbed the keys on his way out and made them dangle on one of his fingers, making them sing.