❝Blue Spring.❞ - [SATOSUGU COLLECTION]

04. Candy.

(Slightly spicy.)

Gojo carefully peeled at the candy's wrapping, peeling away at the layers before the reward was there before him.

He was about to plop it into his mouth when Geto took it out of his hand and plopped it into his instead.

"Wha—Suguru! Give it back to me." He grumbled, his brows furrowed. He was really looking forward to that!

"Take it from me, then." He challenged, the candy so clearly in his mouth. Gojo huffed, a little flustered at the suggestion.

His eyes flicked to his own lap before reaching in his pocket. "You can have that one—I didn't want it anyways."

He unwrapped the candy—just as before. He was about to plop it into his mouth when Geto beat him to it. Again?!

"Hey, stop that!" Gojo exclaimed, grabbing his wrist to try and save his candy before it reached the other boy's mouth.

"If you want it, you should take it from me." And how could he possibly do that? "H...how?!"

"Why should I tell you? It would ruin the fun." He smiled, about to chew on the candy. Gojo frowned.

He hesitantly leaned forward, capturing Geto's mouth.

The black haired sorcerer held onto his chin, tilting it upward as he pressed his tongue against Gojo's, transferring the candy to his mouth.

Gojo's eyes widened once Geto pulled away with a smile. "Was it that hard?" He cooed, resting his chin on his palm.

Gojo chewed on the candy quietly, his face completely red. "Tomato." Geto snickered.

"Shut up!" Gojo retorted, bumping his shoulder.

"Wanna try again? You seemed to like it~" he teased, nudging his shoulder back.

He swallowed the last bit of the sweet in his mouth. "No way!"

"Aww.. that hurts, Satoru." He pursed his lips for a moment before it cracked into a grin.

"But I don't need some candy to give a petty excuse just to kiss you." So forward today. He leaned over, their noses almost touching.

A hitched breath followed in suit. "You—" Gojo was interrupted by Geto's soft lips claiming his.

They were sweet. He could taste the flavored sweet still lingering on his lips.

Gojo rested his hand ontop of Geto's, giving it a small squeeze as they continued.

Geto was the one to pull away first, leaving the white haired boy completely flustered.

He grinned for a moment, drinking in his adorable expression.

"Let's go back inside."  He urged, getting up from the floor and dusting his pants.

Gojo sprung up quickly, adjusting his sunglasses as they were slipping off his face. "Yeah—right." He stumbled out, ready to head back in.

Geto stared him down for a moment before smiling calmly. "If you keep looking at me like that, I just might have to do something to you."

There wasn't even an ounce of shame on his face! "Do what...?" Gojo asked to no avail.

"Do what?!" Gojo exclaimed, following after Geto.

"Nothing." He nonchalantly replied, glancing at him from the corner of his eye.

"That couldn't just mean 'nothing'!" The white haired boy followed in suit, looking at Geto's back as he walked behind him.

Geto laughed. "I'll leave it to your imagination."