just satosugu

2|manspread

Sugar is sweet, lemon is sour,
Spread your legs, give me an hour.

Suguru Geto sits on the bed with his folded legs and green tea. On regular days, he would love an americano but right now, matcha works just fine.

Pretty-pretty blue eyed Satoru, when will I see them again?

Geto hums and looks at the asleep blue eyed young man hugging his pillow with night blinds over his eyes. A messy room, used ramen cups all over the place and a pile of ten sets of uniform infront of his bed.

Geto would own just three, one that he wears, one that he washes and one that dries up. At least clothes aren't an head ache. He would have a mess of black and transparent nail polishes in his drawer though.

"Suguru, since when are you here?" Gojo mumbles. Geto still doesn't know if he's asleep or awake, it's been a semester since they have known each other.

"Five in the morning?" Geto sips his tea.

"Again that bitter green tea?" Gojo mumbles again.

"I just didn't boil the water enough-"

"You know what?" Gojo gets up, peeking from his blindfolds, a playful smirk.

"That's how you spew useless shit. Try something sweet like matcha rice cake."

"Unkind people like you need sweet to tender your hearts, I'm fine with my bitter brew. Talk about your project say." Geto sips his tea empty.

"Argh- about that, time?"

"Ten in the morning."

Gojo freaks out and teleports to the bathroom, freshens up and back to the bed room.

"I made you wait for so long." Gojo sheepishly smiles while scratching his neck and struggles to find his paper on cursed spirits microstructure. It suits with his cursed technique, the topic.

"I've got it right here." Geto waves at the paper.

"Just tell me what you need."

"Oh can I?" Gojo smirks just an inch away from Geto's face.

Kuso- I'm a fool to be here since five in the morning, my failed attempts to wake him up. He thinks it's funny when the deadline is tomorrow and Yaga sensei will crush us good.

"Yeah Satoru, start by opening your paper instead of your mouth."

"Tsk, you're not fun- manspreader." Gojo gets his pen and paper ready.

"Not like I'm interested either, I have other chores as well." Geto is about to snap. Enough of being a fool.

"Yeah, as if I asked you to watch over me since hours and blame me for it." Gojo just loves pushing his buttons.

"Blame you? Right- what problem did you face?" Geto knows what Gojo is pulling off and lets it go.

"About the cursed spirit microstructure. The energy flows from the core, sometimes like a loop and sometimes like waves of fireworks. I wanted to know- why it's related with your cursed technique?"

"I am a curse manipulator, meaning I study the flow of the cursed energy within and around the cursed spirit, bend it which creates a whirlpool force and converge the spirit into a Pokemon ball and then I eat it." Geto gives a poker face.

"Souka."Gojo returns back the poker face and nods.

"One more favor, Suguru~" Gojo stares into Geto with his blue eyes and puppy face holding him by his shoulders. Geto knows what it's about, not again. Enough of being a fool.