Chapter Text
Satoru
“Sa...hh...”
“Mm...?”, I rested my hands more firmly on the bed, on the mattress and white sheets, his head was right underneath. “Are you back?”
I had the feeling that he had passed out for a moment. Or maybe it was the other way around. It was me who had lost myself in my own thoughts and had only now returned to what was happening.
In thoughts...? No, that doesn't sound right...
I thrust my hips forward, my cock sliding deeper inside, squeezed between the warm walls that surrounded me. I felt myself shudder, and I remembered: it had nothing to do with thoughts. But with pleasure, the absurd pleasure that came from my dick directly to my head, as if the two were anatomically located side by side.
I moved my hips again, backward to make my cock slide out, and then pushed them forward again in a slow thrust. I felt the hole around me clench, wet and warm. His voice had awakened me from that constant cycle of thrusting slowly and somewhat lazily. Just felting it tighten around me and trembling and making me tremble and my cock throb.
Actually, it wasn't properly his voice, but the fact that he spoke. Or what sounded like words.
In fact, Suguru was moaning and grunting for... what? Hours, maybe? I glanced to the side, to the window, but the hotel blackouts made everything dark and didn't allow the sun, or light, whatever time it was, to come in. The sign outside the room read “Do Not Disturb,” so no maid would come in the morning or afternoon to remind me of the time.
But I know it's been a long time. Enough for Suguru's voice to get stuck in my mind and become almost background noise. He was quieter now, but that was normal after moaning so much, his voice now reduced to hoarse sighs. I could barely hear myself, so focused on thrusting my hips back and forth and feeling good. Suguru must have been feeling good getting fucked too. Moaning and shivering and squeezing (weakly) around my cock.
Oh.
That's right...
He was calling my name...
“Sa...nn...S-atoru...”, he called me, in a weak voice. His body beneath mine, my hands resting around his face, keeping my hips locked to his and moving slowly.
“Mm? What is it...?”, I grunted, pushing my pelvis against his buttocks again, thrusting harder. Suguru moaned and I felt myself shudder, a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation.
His face was buried in the pillow, his black hair scattered across his nape and face.
“No... Sa... Sa-atoru...”
“Mm...?”, I murmured, leaning closer over him. My lips brushed against his hair spilled on the back of his neck. I kissed his back and bit his shoulder gently, leaving no mark. There were already enough dark and reddish marks on the back of his neck and throat. I had some too, albeit fewer, although they were more noticeable on my skin.
I would just make them disappear later. Suguru didn't have to worry about that, about having someone at home who would question them, but I couldn't afford that luxury.
“Satoru...”, my name was said in a gasp, breathless and hoarse. “Enough... no... no...”
“No...?”, I asked, kissing his shoulder and thrusting into him again, pushing deeper inside him for a moment and feeling his insides tighten around my cock.
Damn... it feels so good... really, really good... it's not enough to make me come... but still...
“Don't you want more...?”, I asked, and in my conscious mind it made sense. How many hours have we been here? Ah, the curtains are closed, I don't know where is the phone, and no one is going to come in here, so I don't know.
Now, in my mind, the part which was only thinking about my cock and Suguru's voice, it made almost no sense, between the absurd and the impossible. That he didn´t want more.
“A-already...”, I heard him grit his teeth, his insides clenching around me again when I moved my hips back slightly. “N-no... ah...”
“Can't... come anymore?”, I asked him, thrusting in the middle of the sentence, the sensation almost making me lose my words. The angle wasn't the best, but it didn't matter. I could pull his waist, but being so close, hips pressed together, my pelvis against his ass was too comfortable for me to want to change.
“Nn... Sa...”
“Mm.”, I brushed the hair from the nape of his neck with one hand, keeping the other on the mattress to keep my chest raised, serving as support. I watched the muscles in his back contract, sweat dripping from his skin.
“So, let's finish this?”, I asked, and brushing his hair away had served no purpose. Suguru's face was still hidden, and I decided not to kiss and suck him in the same places again. If I was feeling the effects of having come so many times, I didn't want to know how sensitive he was.
I slid one hand from the bed to his waist, then the other. My chest pressed tightly against his back. Suguru shuddered and a sigh escaped his lips, as if he had lost his breath under my weight.
I squeezed his waist tighter between my hands and began to thrust into him seriously, pushing my hips up and down against his.
“Let... let me just... finish... okay?”
“Ah... mn...”
“Nm... Mm...”
I bit my lower lip, Suguru turned his face to the side, his voice coming out louder because it wasn't muffled by the pillow. I felt him tremble, his insides pulsing against my dick.
“Almost...”, I grunted, I doubted Suguru could have another orgasm, but I couldn't stop until I finished. “Just... hold on... a little longer...”
I slid my hands down and pressed them against the small of his back, holding him, keeping him there as I pushed my cock again and again inside him.
Seeing his face made it all the sexier. His red face with his hair in disarray, his face wet with saliva and tears. Suguru was rolling his eyes inside his head slightly, and I knew he was there.
The noise was too obscene. My semen was running down his legs and his entrance, and I was making an even bigger mess of fluids as I thrusted. The sound was wet and dirty and all the synonyms for that, and I couldn't stop moving my hips and stirring it inside him and making more run out.
“Can you... fuck—”, I thrust into him hard, his insides tightened more, and I felt all five of my senses fail for a moment, the pleasure taking my breath away. Some punches must do this too, right? “Can you... hold on, right...?”
“Sa...Satoru...”, damn, if he said my name any more times like that I was definitely going to--, especially when it seemed like it was the only word I hadn't fucked out of him.
I stopped thrusting. I just pressed my hips against his and moved them in short strokes, pushing against his hole and letting his insides tighten around me.
“We're the strongest... aren't we...?”, I asked, using an old phrase that time had made disappear. Suguru's blurry, dark eyes were fixed on me and seemed to dilate for a minute, but it could have been a trick of my vision. “I mean—”
Why was I talking so much when I was so close to spilling? But it was hard to stop. Especially when Suguru was listening, squeezing and moaning, and I wanted to know if I could make him come again if I finished that sentence.
“The best... sex...”, I moaned, feeling saliva slide down my lower lip, impressed with my own clarity when I was a hair's breadth away from orgasm. I buried my face in the back of his neck, feeling him tremble and falter and moan what sounded like my name. It had to be my name. I was practically eating hair, but it didn't matter. Suguru's ear was close, and I continued to crush his waist with my hands and thrusting into him.
“And ass... and... uterus... and shit... Suguru... let me give you the best—!”
I came suddenly, the sentence unfinished, shoving my hips against Suguru's and then thrusting into him even deeper. He moaned, tears and saliva and my name in his mouth. I had pushed us to the limit and now I was forcing him to take even more of my seed and the force of my orgasm. I felt Suguru shudder beneath me, as if he had come even though he hadn't. I continued to thrust my hips in sharp movements, fully enjoying my orgasm, rubbing my penis against his inner walls and grunting against the back of his neck, white pleasure exploding in my head.
I only stopped when it was over. When my dick began to soften and I felt it somewhat sensitive. I didn't move, let myself rest on Suguru, on his broad back and on the muscles under his sweaty skin that seemed to have finally relaxed. I felt the wet sensation of cum dripping from his hole, spilling out. But I felt too comfortable and numb to move.
I took a deep breath, smelling Suguru's hair (which was practically impossible with the smell of sex, semen, and sweat). I took my hands off his waist to stop squeezing him and let them rest on the mattress.
Suguru's breathing slowed. His heartbeat slowed. I could feel it through his back.
It doesn't matter what time it is... but this... the ability to keep up with me and satisfy me...
Suguru...
Why... why didn't I do it before...?
That invisible line...
Why...?
Why didn't I cross it sooner?
Actually, I only found out about the “Line” many years after it was actually born. Everything is a little easier when you're a stupid kid. And as heir to the Gojo Family and with the Rikugan (Six Eyes), there are no lines, no barriers, no limits. There is nothing to stop or slow me down. Suguru and I are the strongest, at the top of everything.
The only thing that really limited us was when we clashed. His ideologies, the “defense of the weak”, the “need for a purpose to kill”. Other than that, everything was going great. Fighting and exorcising and complaining to each other and sharing food and the bike and a bed when needed or the floor. Toothbrushes were too much, but my clothes fit him and vice versa. And I wasn't planning on growing my hair out, but I didn't mind waiting for him to comb it or at least knowing where to find a hair tie (which I stole from Utahime).
He was my best friend. I mean, that kind of thing wasn't unusual between us. And I liked to hold on to him (why not? He had broad shoulders for that, didn't he?) and there was no one who came close to my power like him. Doing missions, sharing food, fighting, and training.
(Why do we need lines when we are one and the same?)
But at that time I was already thinking, from time to time, looking at Suguru sitting next to me, watching him through my glasses, while we listened to the details of our next mission. The hot afternoon sun came through the classroom window and painted everything with an orange glow. It even made Suguru seem less gloomy, black and gold blending into his features and hair.
While Director Yaga said something I wasn't listening to and wouldn't remember, I kept my hand resting on my chin, covering my mouth, watching Suguru beside me. He parted his lips to respond or add something. I don't know, I wasn't listening.
But I thought, for a moment: Mm, I wouldn't mind kissing him...
And it wasn't some kind of non-gay bullshit. Thinking about kissing another guy was always gay. Even if it wouldn´t matter for nothing and was just a whim. Kissing him didn't have to mean anything. It didn't have to be romantic or profound. It could just be to confirm what a person whose power was to swallow noroi tasted like.
Suguru turned his face toward me.
“Are you listening, Satoru?”
“Mm?”, I muttered into my hand. “Yes, I am.”
Ah... I see...
That's when it started...
The “Line,” the first time. Maybe I could have just kissed him, but at the time it didn't cross my mind, except for that first fleeting thought that I wouldn't mind doing it. But it was just an idea, perhaps the result of my boredom and the black and gold mixing and exploding beyond the lenses of my glasses.
The line existed, but it didn't matter.
But it had started there.
The beginning of the end...
…
...
...
That's how things went.
Until the murder of Amanai Riko.
And Fushiguro Toji cut my throat and defeated Suguru. And after I ascended and slaughtered him, drunk with power and on my own greatness.
No longer the two “strongest,” now that title belonged exclusively to me. I had started doing missions alone, destroying noroi in a team that consisted of me and my power. Alone.
Inevitably, I ended up distancing myself from the other students of the School. I was on another level now and had even more responsibilities and duties.
Could I defeat all the noroi in Tokyo alone? Probably. But I wasn't going to do it. It was simply more profitable to send me alone (which gave me opportunities to test the limits of my own abilities, which were non-existent with my Mukagen plus Rikugan) than to send two or three jujutsushi who could result in casualties or accidents.
I still hung out with Suguru when I went to Gakko. I took the opportunity to eat the uchu wagashi (small candies made from a specific sugar and usually shaped like little fishes) that Utahime had brought from Kyoto and that he wasn't going to eat all by himself. Then we would get together with Shoko to talk, either on one of the balconies facing the outside or in one of their rooms, usually Shoko's room in recent times, after opening all the windows to let the cigarette smoke out.
They didn't talk much. Shoko explained her technique again (“If you tried hard, you could heal other people too, Gojo.” “And steal your job? I'm not that bad, Shoko.”) and Suguru said that nothing interesting had happened. Shoko smoked a cigarette and we drank something to relax. We would part ways afterwards, she would return to her office, and Suguru and I would go to the locker room.
I would take a quick shower and then wait for Suguru, leaning against a wall behind him, holding a towel around my waist (if it was cold or if I hadn't forgotten it) while continuing to tell him about some of my deeds. Suguru washed his hair while listening to me. And I watched the water run down his back and through his dark hair and wondered if he had lost weight. Sometimes I voiced these thoughts, and either Suguru didn't answer me, a mere smile of sympathy appearing on his lips, or he said he hadn't been sleeping much. By then the water would have already been cold, and sometimes I had to go back under the shower again so I wouldn't freeze.
We would then part ways, each returning to our individual missions. Until we met again, either three days later or a whole month later. Suguru was always there to welcome me back, no matter how much time had passed. “You should be more respectful to the superiors” or “I ate the lemon ones, but I left the others for you, if you want them.”
The black and amber brown exploded in almost the same way as when Ao and Aka came together.
More lines, those of water running down his skin, the deep ones on his face, the black hair that Suguru apparently refused to cut and that he now rarely tied back.
Why is it that the better my eyes can see, the more limits I see?
And that invisible line...
Shouldn't it have disappeared by now...?
Should I just kiss him and make it disappear?
Mm....
Mmmm....
Mmmmmm....
No, I don't think so.
He was my best friend after all...
Yes... that's where it broke.
No, when it cracked.
That's more or less where things started to crack.
“Gojo-senpai!”, Yu's exclamation almost pierced my eardrums. “What...! I didn't know you were coming!”
“It was a last-minute decision.”, I said with a smile. “Can I?”
“Yes, of course!”, he opened the apartment door wider to let me in before turning his back and going inside. “Mina! Gojo-senpai—”
“You here?”, Shoko asked, a small smile spreading across her face, a cigarette still unlit between her fingers. “I thought you were in Kyoto.”
“I was. This morning.”, I said, returning her smile. “I just got here, and when I heard about this party, I had to come!”
(Hours earlier, in front of the door to one of the classrooms at Jujutsu Gakko, two random, unnamed first-year students, whom I will call A and B to distinguish them, were having an interesting conversation.)
Student A: “But... but what is this?”
Student B: “...”
On the huge poster stuck to that door and all the other doors, it read:
ATTENTION, ATTENTION!
Are you of legal age, cool, and not a teacher or authority figure?
Then come to:
🌟GET TOGETHER🌟
The most incredible party of the YEAR!!!
At xxxxxxx
Starting at: xxxx
Come and have fun!
(Author unknown).
Student A: “No, seriously, what is this?”
Student B: “I don't know, it's not like we can actually go. We're not old enough to drink.”
Student A: “I wouldn't want to go anyway. The older students give me the creeps. Ugh.”
Student B: “Yeah! They're really weird!”
(End of alternate scene)
“Mm. You did the right thing.”, said Shoko. “We'll talk later. I'm just going for a smoke. The room is at the end of the hallway. Take off your shoes. Nanami arranged the space.”
“Mm, OK.”, I agreed, and Shoko left through the front door. I crouched down for a moment, took off my shoes, and left them next to the others. Sneakers and boots and heels, some discarded, others neatly arranged. I noticed at that moment that Yu had gone out barefoot and had entered the house the same way.
Well, it's not really my problem.
I climbed the step that separated the entrance from the rest of the house and walked down the short hallway to the door leading to the living room. I pulled it aside and went in.
I glanced quickly around the room to locate everyone. It was an open space. There was an old stereo playing music on one side. Two sofas stood perpendicular to a turned-off television. Suguru was sitting on one of them, with his back to the entrance, Utahime beside him. The living room and kitchen were connected, and to my left, beyond the counter, Nanami was doing something, with Yu nearby.
Really? A party and they didn't think to invite anyone else?
Suguru looked over the sofa at me and smiled.
“Yo.”, I greeted him.
“Satoru. Long-time no see.”
“Gojo? What are you doing here?”, Utahime asked.
“What? It's a party, right? How could you have a party without me?”
“But weren't you in Kyoto?”, she protested. I walked around the sofa, gently pushed her shoulder to move her aside, and sat down next to Suguru.
“Hey! That was mine—”
“Well, you snooze, you lose.”, I interrupted, and put my arm around the sofa, over Suguru's shoulders. He let out a laugh but at the same time shook his head in disapproval.
“You're such an idiot.”, Utahime said and suddenly got up from the sofa. “Didn't you read the rules? Only adults are allowed!”
“Mm.”, I turned my face toward her and my lips parted in surprise. “Utahime? I didn't know you were coming too.”
“Gods.”, she facepalmed. “How can you stand this, Suguru?”
“I have Janax in my room, if you want some later.”, he offered. I looked at him indignantly, then smiled at him.
“And who's mean, Suguru?”
“It's still you, Satoru.”
“You could have warned us you were coming.”, said Nanami, getting my attention, I looked in his direction.
“Nanamin!”
“Maybe the drinks we bought aren't enough, you're right.”, commented Yu.
“What? You don't have to count with Gojo.”, said Utahime.
“Yeah, he doesn't make much difference in terms of quantity.”, said Suguru. “It's not a concern.”
A sigh escaped my lips.
“You should be grateful for my presence. I could be at any party, but I'm here.”
“The other option was much better.”, said Utahime.
“Is that what your girlfriends tell you?”, asked Shoko, entering the room and closing the door behind her. “Don't let the power go to your head, Gojo. If we had to wait for you to do something, we'd never do anything.”
“Then you shouldn't do it.”, I agreed, shrugging. I put my arm around Suguru's shoulders, and he sighed.
“You wished.”, said Utahime.
“You still here?”
“Grrgh!”
“Stop it, Satoru.”, Suguru cut me off. “Utahime was invited, unlike you.”
“But I'm glad you came, senpai.”, Yu said, reminding me why I liked that boy more than many others. “The more, the merrier!”
“The number of appetizers won't be even...”, Nanami muttered to himself, his hand resting on his chin.
“Do you want me to go buy more?”,Yu asked.
“No, it shouldn't be necessary.”
“Speaking of which, Haibara,”, Shoko said. “Are you sure you should be moving around so much? How are your legs?”
Yu's face turned bright red. I shifted position on the sofa, without removing my arm from Suguru's shoulders.
“Ahhh... senpai...”, said Yu, clearly embarrassed. “That...ano...”
“Ahahaha.”, Suguru began to laugh. “You don't have to worry. Soon no one will remember that.”
“Speak for yourself.”, said Shoko. “I'll never forget about it.”
“What? What happened?”, asked Utahime.
“N-nothing.”, said Yu and turned away. “Nanami, are you sure you don't need—”
“No. Shoko-senpai is right.”, said Nanami, and I wasn't going to take much interest in what had happened on some mission of theirs.
...that is, if Nanami, of all people, hadn´t laughed. A laugh that he quickly suppressed with a smile, but which I heard.
Yu turned to us, his jaw dropped.
“Senpais!”, he exclaimed. “No one else was supposed to know about that.”
Suguru laughed again.
“Sorry, Haibara.”, Nanami asked.
“But you, Shoko-senpai...”
“My professional secrecy doesn't apply to funny conditions.”
“But what happened?!”, Utahime asked.
“We can't tell you.”, Suguru said.
“Eh? But you told Nanami!”
“He was genuinely concerned.”, Shoko said. “You just want to laugh.”
“Of course I want to laugh!”, Utahime said. “Nanami is laughing!”
And almost as if it were planned, Nanami burst out laughing again. This triggered a chain reaction. Suguru started laughing. Shoko broke down too, and even Yu laughed.
Next to me, Suguru reached out to grab a bottle of water that was on the table, opened it, and brought it to his lips.
“You couldn't even get up.”, Shoko said suddenly. Suguru spat out the water and Nanami laughed. He really laughed! Shoko laughed too, loudly and freely. Whatever had happened was funny enough for both her and Suguru to ignore formalities.
“Moh, really!”, protested Utahime, looking like she was still 16. “Tell me! What was so funny?”
And that only made them laugh more. Suguru wiped the water with the back of his hand and leaned away from the sofa for a moment to put it back on the table, still laughing. Nanami leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to control himself, laughing through clenched teeth.
“Couldn´t even doing anything.”, added Suguru. Shoko laughed, and Yu let out a loud laughter. He was the source of the joke, but it seemed more like a definition of tragedies turning into comedies.
Suguru wiped his eyes, small tears of hysteria streaming down the corners. Utahime continued to protest, her complaints intertwined with laughter, provoked by finding the others' laughter funny.
In my head, the noise became distant. As if I were hearing them from underwater or from outside an aquarium. I watched Suguru, my lips sealed in a straight line. Yu gestured, acting something out with his hands that made everyone laugh even more.
...Souka...
The lines, right?
Hair and water and dark circles under eyes. The lines of my Mukagen. The lines that noroi and the superiors didn't cross with me.
(When was the last time I saw him smile like that? Or laugh like that? Or even look so happy? When? Where? How? What—?)
The sound burst in my ears again, as if it had broken the surface of the water to the outside. It all came back at once, Suguru's eyes turned to me. I smiled at him, even though I didn't feel happy.
“And it was so easy to undo!”
“I should... ahah... have gone with you, Yu...”
“Moh, tell me already. This is so—”
“My legs really felt like...”
Mm... Souka...
It was an inside joke. And I wasn't part of it. I didn't know why Suguru or Shoko or Nanami or Yu or even Utahime were laughing. No one had told me about it, and I hadn't been there to witness it, or to hear it afterwards.
Has nothing interesting happened to him, or is he just not telling me anything now?!
What the hell...how—
Actually... actually, I don't care. Maybe I should feel more bothered about being excluded, but I don't.
That's the price to pay, I guess. For being the only honoured one, between Heaven and Earth.
Suguru laughed softly as the hysteria in the room subsided. Then he stood up.
“Satoru? Ah ah. Would you like something to drink?”
“Mm, yes, please.”
“Nanami brought white wine. Would you like some too, Iori?”
“Yes. Thank you very much, Geto. Ah, unless there's beer.”, replied Utahime. I felt the loss of warmth as he moved away and remained distant. I settled back into the sofa as Shoko moved to sit on it sofa too, but not in Suguru's now vacant seat.
Ahh... I guess there's nothing to be done.
It's like the noroi... from the moment the invisible lines become visible...
Suguru handed me the glass of wine. His fingers brushed mine for a moment, but he was already stepping back to hand Utahime a beer.
It's impossible not to see them...
Strange... I don't feel Suguru's presence.
There was no one in the classrooms, outside, or in the common areas.
I opened the door to the changing rooms. Empty.
I went back and opened the door to Suguru's room. The windows were closed and everything was perfectly tidy.
Did he leave...?
Mn, no. That would be strange.
I took my phone out of my pocket, opened my contacts, scrolled down to his and clicked. Then I waited while it rang. It rang once, twice, three times.
“The number you have dialled—”
I hung up and put my phone back in my pocket. The presence behind me made me turn around, the footsteps stopped.
“Oh, Gojo.”, Shoko murmured, crossing her arms over her chest. “I didn't know you were here.”
“I just arrived.”, I replied, and perhaps out of habit, I looked behind her, searching for the person I was looking for. “Do you where Suguru is? He's not answering my calls.”
“I think he was on a mission.”, she murmured, and seemed to think about it further. “Yes, he's on a mission. He left this morning, but I don't think he'll be back until at least tomorrow morning or evening.”
I was already reaching for my phone again. Checking my messages. The last thing I had sent Suguru was a gif of a person dressed as a watermelon dancing in response to his previous question, “Would you rather have watermelon or mango?” But that was three days ago, and we hadn't spoken since.
“Didn't he say anything to you?”
“No.”, I replied. I scrolled up a few messages, but we had barely spoken in the last few days (two weeks).
“Mm. That makes sense. You've been on missions too. You know Suguru is that kind of person. Even though you bother him all the time, he doesn't do that to you.”
“He doesn't bother me.”, I corrected, and put my phone away again.
“Yeah, that's what I'm saying.”
“So you don't know where he is?”, I insisted.
“No. I didn't ask him. Geto knows how to take care of himself anyway.”
Shoko tilted her head.
“What's wrong, Gojo? Did something happen?”
“No. It's just strange that he didn't tell me anything.”
“Unlike when we were students, you guys aren't glued together. Did you expect Geto to be here waiting for you every time you return from a mission?”
Her tone wasn't harsh, but it hit me anyway, I felt my muscles tense in discomfort and I was glad to have the blindfold covering my eyes.
“Mm. You're right.”, I agreed with a small smile. “Thanks, Shoko. See you later.”
I turned my back and walked back down the hallway, without much or any purpose.
Mm... she's right.
I passed the changing rooms. I stopped for a moment at the door. There was no one inside, no water running. But I could almost hear the sound of it dripping. One time I rolled up my towel and hit him with it on the butt. The sound Suguru made was so agonizing that I still remembered it. His entire thigh had trembled and he had turned to me in a mixture of surprise, confusion, and anger. His pupils dilated completely before shrinking in size, even smaller than they really were.
I didn't even hit him that hard, but the red mark appeared almost immediately.
Even his butt was defined, but that didn't help him at all.
His lips parted in total shock while I laughed my ass off. Clutching my stomach, naked, the towel still in my hand.
“Warui, warui.”, I said, tears forming in the corners of my eyes from laughing. The water continued to run, his black hair (it was even shorter at that time) dripping down his shoulders and shaping his face.
“Suguru...”
He suddenly snatched the towel from my hand. He rolled it up in the same way and threw it at me in a whip-like motion.
It was automatic. The active Mugen. The towel came back.
“Argh!”
Suguru was lucky that I was already a few inches taller. His blow went straight to my balls, but as it backed away, it hit him just below that area, on the inside of his thigh.
“Fu—” He bit his lip and stifled a groan. But even I felt pain from the proximity to that sensitive area. Suguru raised his face again, his eyes half-closed in hatred.
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The explosion of noroi was almost immediate. Monsters and aberrations abandoning his body.
I ran out the door. I dodged a kind of grasshopper leg in time and ran out into the hallway.
I was still completely soaked, and well, Suguru had taken my towel.
“Gojo!?”, I passed Utahime, who was in the hallway. “What the hell?! Why are you naked—?!”
“You should get away, Utahime.”, I shouted over my shoulder, still running down the hallway.
“What?!”
And that's when Suguru's noroi appeared in the hallway. She screamed like a little girl and ran into a room to hide, even though I seriously doubted he would hurt her.
I dodged a few mosquitoes that splattered on the wall. I made a detour and pushed open Suguru's bedroom door. I only had time to open the closet and grab a pair of pants.
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to put them on.
“Come on, Suguru...”, I asked, pushing his fist aside with my open palm.
“What's your problem?”, he accused me, in an angry tone.
“It was just a joke, Suguru.”, I joked, and dodged again, first from the punch and then from the elbow that followed.
“Take a towel there and see if it's a joke, Satoru.”, he retorted, the hand that wasn't attacking me was retying the knot in the towel around his waist.
I don't really know how things developed from there. We still fought a little (and it was kind of weird to fight naked, with everything out), and then we were rolling on the floor. I let Suguru win (even though I didn't want to, but I had hit him in the butt and Suguru was going to want to keep arguing until he got “justice”).
And he was on top of me. Not on top, because otherwise he would have had to sit on “that” and neither of us wanted that.
His black hair hung down from his face, which was tilted downwards, his strong legs wrapped around my hips.
He stared down at me. Upset and still wet, even though we were both definitely drier now.
Our eyes met for a moment. Brown in blue and blue in brown. Hair falling down her face.
His lips stole my attention for a moment, I let my eyes wander to his mouth.
The Line, Gojo Satoru. Don't run your tongue over it, the line. Oh shit.
I stretched my arms above my head in a sign of peace.
“Truce?”,I offered, with a small smile.
Suguru sighed.
“Honestly, Satoru. You—”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!”, Utahime shouted from the bedroom door. She was bright red and looked shocked.
I looked at Suguru, he looked at me, and then we both looked at Utahime.
“Ehhh...”
“Ano...”
In the end, we got a huge scolding from the principal and teachers for “inappropriate behavior” and “indecent exposure,” so we had to clean everything from the locker room to the bedrooms.
I closed the locker room. I heard the sound of the lock clicking into place, and stepped back.
How strange... that he's not here.
I checked my messages again, and was about to open my contacts again, but stopped myself. It was too much. That pseudo-despair was too much and didn't make sense. It was normal for Suguru to have his missions. And things to do. And his life.
Mm... that's just how things are.
I'll just try to remember to call him tomorrow...to check on him. Or wait for him to call me. He'll probably remember. Or Shoko will tell him that I was looking for him. Either way, Suguru will take action. And call me or send me a message or do something.
(Where's the line?)
...
...
...I really wanted to eat uchu wagashi with him again...