₁ 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗

@over7-3,  i was wondering why you smelled so much like bread. were you able to unwind?    [    it's a subtle display of his afflictive affection for nanami. a question that he would never indulge in with anyone else, settling the flowers onto the table.    ]    the flowers are for you, but if you’d rather it be for the house. i suppose i'd entertain the notion of it a little longer, whatever that will keep you from getting shy and straying from my touch.    [    satoru’s lips sink against his, bringing themselves into each other. letting their warmth engulf one another, a sigh.    ]    they styled me well. i would have liked it if the shoot didn’t take so long,    [    a bothered look forms, leaning closer as he presses his arms onto the other’s back. smoothing down crinkled fabric.    ]    i missed you too, i wore the cologne you bought me this Christmas.

⤷   S.   GOJO:      @6THEYES   :      ₍ ₁ ₎       ❛͟ ❛͟      I was⸺  I didn’t want to sleep without you.  At least not tonight,  if it makes you feel better I just got home two hours ago.   Busy day at the bistro.     (  …  )    Flowers?    For the house,  right?    It needs some color.      ❛͟                 
            
                          ₍   a splay of limbs moves  &&  wiggles against a leather couch.   kento rises from the plush cushions,    there’s a grogginess that still plagues his body.     kento’s hair is disbelieved,  his glasses are discarded somewhere and he’s missing a sock.    the beauty sleep was desperately needed,   there still some drool on the corner of his lip  &&  his shirt has ridden up.    slippered feet would shuffle towards the six—eyes.  arms engulfing his man in a hug.   kento’s lips would press against satoru’s     ₎       
            
                    ❛͟ ❛͟      I missed you⸺      How was the shoot by the way?     (  …  )   You smell good.   You look good too.     ❛͟ ❛͟          

☆     ╱   giving him a big ol kiss on da cheek 

@cleanigea   |   :3

 ◜      ¹        @mahoragas,      “I find it rather strange for you to be outside alone when it’s raining.   You’ll catch a cold.   The least I could do is keep you company.”

@over7-3,     *   SMOOOCHIEEEE

@6THEYES    smoochieeee!!

@over7-3, the world can operate however we see fit. i can make sure of that,    [    and it doesn’t necessarily sound like a joke. the way gojo’s body leans towards kento, sinking further despite how much he already has. he wanted them to mend with one another, threaded together by one string as a sigh escapes.    ]    we’re certainly ready, but i’d love nothing more than to just be in this apartment with you.    [    it’s a tempting idea, satoru almost has half the mind to try and convince kento. although he thinks against that, knowing that he’d obviously be scolded. a grin, arm wrapped around the blonde’s waist.    ]     i’ll drive. i want to take the porsche, i haven’t used it in awhile.
            
            
            * he is deffo a porsche car guy

⤷   S.   GOJO:      @6THEYES   :      ₍ ₁ ₎    ❝     I’d like it to be us,  but that’s not how the world operates unfortunately.     (  …  )    I’m glad it looks somewhat okay though⸺  It feels a bit strange.    But as long as you like it,  how can I really complain?    Does that mean we’re ready to head out?    ❜❜              ₍    kento soaks in all of satoru’s affections.   a satisfied hum tumbles from his lips as he leans closer to his beloved,  the blond’s head would toss back.   his gaze meeting satoru’s.     doesn’t take kento long to press his lips against the six eyes.    ₎       
            
                       ❝        Let’s go.  We’ll be here all night.   Won’t we?  ❜❜

@over7-3,    or it could just be us, that's also a suggestion. although i doubt shoko would do much, she’d be on my side.    [    although that was a lie, shoko would always support the side opposite of gojo. that’s how their friendship was, after all. however, he would play into his own favour as his grin stretches from one side to the other. his face expressing the raw and utter joy he had with kento, and yet the choice of the blonde separating away from him has him sulking; but only slightly.    ]
            
            let me borrow yours at some point. i know how much you love it,    [    it's playful, perhaps it’s just how he felt nowadays. once the other had left his bathroom, and gojo could see the ex—salary man’s figure and he could feel the way the adoration falls into his features.    ]    it’s more than okay. wear it, i’d be more offended if you chose to go back home and wear your own. you look amazing, kento. it barely looks like it doesn't fit you.    [    and he's close to nanami again, grasping his torso and pulling him close. lips pressing against his temple, pecks fluttering against his skin as he continues to feather kisses.    ]

@over7-3, you’re kindness makes me soft. i feel weaker in the knees everytime, i might fall.    [    it’s played off by a joke, but it’s all true. his joints felt softer, weaker by kento’s kindness. it’s a luxury to be so loved by a man, an unconditional kind of love that wouldn't be whisked away. despite what gojo might think, might feel. it was one where he gently ushers for gojo to plant his feet back onto the ground, sink his limbs into the earth floor. it feels as though satoru can finally breathe again, his chest expanding as a crush of airflow comes back. it fills him with relief, eyes close as he goes back to placing water into the pot. turning the heat between high—medium, waiting for the water to boil on the heat.    ]    
                  `    
            as close as i can be with you. i want it to be where my bones are sinking into yours,    [    a pause. his appetite relatively smaller whenever winter rolled around. well, he didn’t really have an explanation for that either.    ]    just a small bowl is enough for me. watching you so happily eat everyday fills me up enough already. 

⤷   S.   GOJO:      @6THEYES   :      ₍ ₁ ₎       ❛͟ ❛͟      And that’s  okay.    That’s enough for now⸺   It doesn’t have to all come out now.    Let’s just relax.     Everything you’ve told me and shown me has been enough for me.    And that’s progress.    ❛͟                  ₍    nanami kento was always so sweet to satoru.    calm,   soothing,  words that seem to ground his lover.        satoru orbits around satoru like saturn’s very own rings.   revolving around him like the moon around the sun.   they work in silence,   kento doesn’t reply to satoru.   at least not yet.      the blond reflects on the words said by satoru.    his insecurity would be another topic for another day,   all he could do was comfort him.     (   …   )        kento is dressed in an apron now,   the knife in kento’s hand slips in like a puzzle piece,   a second appendage to him.   he’s skillful,   highly proficient.      today,  he’ll make homemade pesto with pasta.    maybe some danish pastries if has the time.    it’s simple really,   he cuts.   satoru boils the pasta and shreds the parmesan.       ₎        
            
            
                       ❛͟ ❛͟      How close is close for you,   Toru?     I didn’t disappear before,   And I certainly won’t now⸺      I’ll make a small portion then,  there’s still going to be some for you.   I just don’t think you eat enough    (  …  )    On the bright side,  it should be quick.   We can kiss and cuddle all you want.     ❛͟ ❛͟          

@over7-3,    yes.    [    and he was being honest,  of course he would distract nanami kento from himself. he felt incompetent from his own lack of words, a lack of explanation for his feelings and it has him tearing himself down internally. until all that’s left is bone,    ]    it’s frustrating, kento. i can’t understand myself in ways that normal people are able to.    [    head falls onto his shoulder, but he’s still clinging towards that familiar warmth now despite the fact that nanami is now away from him.  cooking them dinner as though gojo couldn’t manage it, and a frown is slightly forming on his lips.    ]    i’d rather kiss and cuddle you all day then eat, sounds like a meal in itself if anything. i can’t help but want to be beside you, what if you disappear if i’m not close enough?    [    he settles beside nanami, gently picking up one of the bags. holding one close, and placed it to the counter. helping by laying the ingredients out.    ]

@kafkajoke      You deserve it,  please.   Don’t thank me.   It’s what   (…)    friends do,  I think.   You’re up early this morning,  I thought you were closed today?   Special occasion?

especially your baked goods..  how delicious ^_^  i dream of bread in my sleep..

@over7-3,    ``    then what good am i anymore?  if i can't even    ..    [    there's a look in his eyes that can't exactly be described by words alone.  a quiet ache that never ceased upon his departure and his return.  blue irises,  reflecting the vast expansion of the sky.  it's typical glow gone,  replaced by a dull look that revealed his true nature.  a tired,  and restless man.  one that didn't truly grasp at his purpose anymore,  dreams faded and wishes gone as even satoru couldn't claim anything that he would have wanted for himself.  not tonight,  as his mind was filtered and trained on the man who seemed to have been left broken and bruised in his wake.  eyes shut,  a heavy breath is taken as he hopes that as his chest expands so does the burning courage that seemed to have simmered below the depths of his throat.  the question has his mind reeling,  but his eyes open to show a sense of resolve and determination.    ]
            
            ``    yes.  i'll always miss him,  but not in the same way as you see it.    [    gojo swallows thickly,    ]    ``    above everything,  above what you might think     ..   he was my best friend.  but i continue to move,  and as i continue to love you.    [    and he's blunt,  hoping that it can offer some semblance of reassurance.    ]    it's not the same way that i ache for you,  kento nanami.  

@6THEYES    ┊      “Don’t feel guilty.   You can’t reverse anything.   Besides,  I’m not really sure if I can believe in you right now.   Not yet,  at least.      I don’t think I ever truly did believe you.     I’d rather have you not promise anything at all.   I can’t even believe if   /this/   is happening right now—      […]      Maybe death would bring me an escape,   not peace.  There are still many things I need to amend.”     KENTO LET’S SATORU LOSE HIMSELF IN HIS EMBRACE.    The ex—sorcerer allows his eye to flutter close,   absorbing the kind words that slip past Satoru’s lips.    Most of the time,  Satoru’s words covered up in pretty gift wrapping—  despite whatever (good)  or  (bad) he meant.   Kento was smart enough to know all that glitters isn’t gold,   especially with Satoru.    He feels awful in a way,  his sentiment should feel comforting but it does everything but that.   Oddly enough,  it inflicts more fear into Kento.   It was probably the fear of an impending and imminent doom he could never stop.   Tragedy seems to follow Satoru everywhere he went.      
            
            
                 “Does some part of you miss Suguru Gētou?”         Kento is serious when he asks this,  his tone is absolute.    His good eye opens to watch and study Satoru.   Awaiting his answer.   Somewhere along the way,  he begins to tense up.   Kento’s joints are practically screaming out to him and he needs to stop lazing around and actually apply his medication and do his physical therapy.    He’s still hesitant on Satoru seeing all of him.  What he’s became and what his life depends on—    It would be accepting that his prior life is completely gone and there’s gaining it back.  He should cave,  let it be.  But Kento simply can’t.

It takes a second, but Gojo’s smile falters. The memories of that night drowns him, the face of a man that he thought he had killed. Who knew it would be sullied, and used. “I love you too, both the students and you. You don’t have to protect anyone, I’m here now. I’ll handle it.” His voice is below a whisper, “If death offered you more peace, I’d wish nothing more than the same thing for you. But for me to see you alive, breathing with these lungs, I can’t help but have a part of me grateful to see someone I know still intact. Underneath there, where it was just me and all of them   (..)   They played dirty. I saw Suguru,” the name is bitter on his tongue. Eyes squeezed shut, “Really, you can’t be the one to talk about being selfish either. What’s worse is that despite being captured, seeing an old friend is all that I thought about— the idea of it brought so much delight I almost smiled.” A grimace, “I’m guilty of many things. Not prioritizing you, the students, the mission. I just thought everything could go back to normal. It didn’t” 
            
            His head buried into the crook of the blonde’s neck, “I’m going to protect you this time, I promise. I hope you still believe me.”

Fuck

@yamata-no-orochi no he does not 

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