![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
[ at 6.30 in the morning, just before the end of his shift: ]
I have about three portions of leftover curry.
Do you want?
I have about three portions of leftover curry.
Do you want?
( After midnight, and no longer as put together, but spite is a powerful motivator especially when someone is tipsy. The selfie is Geto, dressed in his gala outfit, hair a little frizzed at the edges, eyeliner smudged. He's back in his room, propped up on pillows and ... a missing dragon, looking a little bored, a little tired, a little sulky. )
Why do you never notice when I'm doing the right thing?
Why do you never notice when I'm doing the right thing?
[ Gojo wasn't at the masquerade, so Set takes it upon himself to march a milkshake to his door in the Brimstone halls once the event is over. He got himself one, after all, and BOGO is his new favorite marketing ploy. There's a brisk knock on the door, but whenever Gojo actually deigns to get it —
there's just a nice, cold milkshake sitting on the floor with a slightly glittery Post-it note attached to the top. It reads: I HOPE IT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE FLAVOR
— SET
The god himself is AWOL, only because his tsundere ass turned to sand to flee the scene. ]
there's just a nice, cold milkshake sitting on the floor with a slightly glittery Post-it note attached to the top. It reads: I HOPE IT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE FLAVOR
— SET
The god himself is AWOL, only because his tsundere ass turned to sand to flee the scene. ]
[ He's put it off for quite a while now, but he's finally decided he's willing to put aside his pride to directly ask for it. So long as Gojo doesn't ask for anything ridiculous, he'll even acquiesce to his requests, he's decided. ]
Gojo. I'd like to politely request for my headpiece to be returned.
Gojo. I'd like to politely request for my headpiece to be returned.
( He's had his curses deliver gifts for mostly everyone in his small circle, too discomforted with the date to do anything but brood by himself in the quiet of his room. Maybe it says something that he even thought to do that, but he's not sure what, doesn't want to examine it too closely either way. He has the last of the presents left to deliver though, and he looks at the curse waiting before him, then to the bag, then to the wall before he sighs. It's disbanded just as easily as it's summoned, Geto climbing to his feet and snagging the parcel up between his fingertips. It feels monumental to shove slippers on his feet, check his hair in the mirror, but then he's out and at Gojo's door without another thought.
It opens, and Geto blinks at him, letting out a small half-mad sigh before he's muscling his way in. He hears the door close behind him more than he sees it, steeling himself to offer up the present, hoping that it will go better than Gojo's birthday. But it seems ... insignificant, suddenly. The gift gets set aside in silence, and Geto turns on his heel, dark gaze sweeping over the other man from head to toe.
He makes a shushing noise when Gojo opens his mouth, closing the distance between them just as sharply. Fingertips snag at the bandages wrapped around his best friend's face, tugging a loop down to expose the wild blue of his eyes. Then his palm flattens, cups around his cheek, whatever was left between them invaded as Geto pushes Gojo all the way back, pressing him against the door. His mouth follows, a bruising kiss that turns tender within seconds, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. It is, actually. He doesn't know why he waited. )
It opens, and Geto blinks at him, letting out a small half-mad sigh before he's muscling his way in. He hears the door close behind him more than he sees it, steeling himself to offer up the present, hoping that it will go better than Gojo's birthday. But it seems ... insignificant, suddenly. The gift gets set aside in silence, and Geto turns on his heel, dark gaze sweeping over the other man from head to toe.
He makes a shushing noise when Gojo opens his mouth, closing the distance between them just as sharply. Fingertips snag at the bandages wrapped around his best friend's face, tugging a loop down to expose the wild blue of his eyes. Then his palm flattens, cups around his cheek, whatever was left between them invaded as Geto pushes Gojo all the way back, pressing him against the door. His mouth follows, a bruising kiss that turns tender within seconds, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. It is, actually. He doesn't know why he waited. )
[ Left on Gojo's doorstep on Christmas day is a box, covered in blue wrapping paper and decorated with hand drawn tigers and stupid emoji faces.
Inside the box is a series of gifts:
Trying to find the right words for Gojo is hard, and Yuji knows that the last thing his sensei wants is all the mushiness, especially since they'd already had that conversation before he died. So it's short and to the point:
Sensei.
Thank you, for everything.
- Yuji. ]
Inside the box is a series of gifts:
🐯 What can only be described as a sickening amount of candy and chocolate, in various flavours, shapes and kinds, in little bags that should be for 'only one a day' (but Yuji's not an idiot).At the bottom of all the gifts is a note.
🐯 A little white tiger plushie, with a blue ribbon around its neck.
🐯 Some polaroids - of Yuji, Nobara and Megumi, the three of them together while they were here in Synflux as a trio. There's also a couple of Nanami and Maki, and even one or two of Geto.
🐯 One colouring book, because Gojo-sensei needs to chill the fuck out.
🐯 Tickets to the cat onsen, for whoever he wants to take (no Parent Trap happening here frfr).
🐯 Blindfold, because Yuji thought it was funny.
Trying to find the right words for Gojo is hard, and Yuji knows that the last thing his sensei wants is all the mushiness, especially since they'd already had that conversation before he died. So it's short and to the point:
Sensei.
Thank you, for everything.
- Yuji. ]
Page 1 of 2