[ even gojo can't treat the 24th like any other day.
it... isn't exactly a year since his death (given the whole timeline disparity between worlds), but it's still christmas eve in neo tokyo and the date in and of itself holds a sort of weighty significance to him. even if his death doesn't play a major part in it (or so he's telling himself), suguru's does. it doesn't really matter that they're both here in this city. it isn't really a second chance, when either one of them could disappear at the drop of a hat.
so, the loss — the grief — will never fully ease. it has simply been postponed, set aside for the time being until fate decides to play her next cruel hand. he has already learned that lesson thrice with each quiet disappearance of a student within the span of a few months.
he really isn't in the mood to socialize today, only leaving his room to grab a meal or a drink. it seems like the same could be said for suguru, whose presence he can feel on the other side of the wall separating their bedrooms. his eyes follows that presence now as it makes its way towards his door and, without needing any prompting, he is already sliding that same door open to let geto in. looks like someone has come bearing a gift. still so festive and thoughtful, albeit the somber mood, eh?
he tries to comment as much, but as the fabric of his blindfold loosens and his mouth is sealed shut by an audacious pair of lips, most of his focus has gone towards suppressing the amused grin that's threatening to break out. behave — he can't ruin the moment when suguru is being so forward.
allowing himself to be pushed back against the door, gojo sinks into the depths of that kiss, his tongue sliding out to graze along geto's bottom lip, as his left arm snakes around his waist and his right hand finds purchase on the nape of his slender neck. what to do, what to do~ when he is making such a bold move today of all days? ]
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it... isn't exactly a year since his death (given the whole timeline disparity between worlds), but it's still christmas eve in neo tokyo and the date in and of itself holds a sort of weighty significance to him. even if his death doesn't play a major part in it (or so he's telling himself), suguru's does. it doesn't really matter that they're both here in this city. it isn't really a second chance, when either one of them could disappear at the drop of a hat.
so, the loss — the grief — will never fully ease. it has simply been postponed, set aside for the time being until fate decides to play her next cruel hand. he has already learned that lesson thrice with each quiet disappearance of a student within the span of a few months.
he really isn't in the mood to socialize today, only leaving his room to grab a meal or a drink. it seems like the same could be said for suguru, whose presence he can feel on the other side of the wall separating their bedrooms. his eyes follows that presence now as it makes its way towards his door and, without needing any prompting, he is already sliding that same door open to let geto in. looks like someone has come bearing a gift. still so festive and thoughtful, albeit the somber mood, eh?
he tries to comment as much, but as the fabric of his blindfold loosens and his mouth is sealed shut by an audacious pair of lips, most of his focus has gone towards suppressing the amused grin that's threatening to break out. behave — he can't ruin the moment when suguru is being so forward.
allowing himself to be pushed back against the door, gojo sinks into the depths of that kiss, his tongue sliding out to graze along geto's bottom lip, as his left arm snakes around his waist and his right hand finds purchase on the nape of his slender neck. what to do, what to do~ when he is making such a bold move today of all days? ]