#u do the same with suguru only he notices immediately

[ohimsummer]

suguru wonders how long it’ll take before satoru notices you’re not hearing him anymore.

you two have been listening to him ramble on and on about digimon and video games for the last ten minutes. but geto noticed first your sudden lack of responses, how you haven’t actually contributed anything besides the occasional nod or a ‘yeah?’ just to keep gojo talking. the look on your face—it makes geto’s heart swell. the gentlest smile on your lips, head slightly tilted in the palm of your hand. wide, lovestruck eyes that don’t know what aspect of satoru to focus on: the excitement in bright blue eyes, his grin, the wild gesture of his hands when he can’t think of a word to get his point across. when he again brushes long, white bangs off his forehead only for them to fall right back into place. or gives a jumbled, messy explanation because he can’t gather his thoughts, ended with a ‘y’know?’ or ‘you guys get it, right?’.

gojo stops mid-sentence, rolling over onto his side to get a better look at you. now he’s noticed. “still with me, baby?”

to you, he’s so cute, one of your perfect boys that’s hung the stars in the sky to light your way. “yeah, i hear you. keep going.”

and it’s such a heartwarming scene for suguru. he just loves the sight of you two.

tagz: @anthoosies

[duskamethyst]

a piece of heaven.

a/n: if u ask me what's this, i'm gonna say idk. i've been thinking about this for a while. also, don't read if you're not caught up with the manga. song i listened to: soren by beabadoobee.

w.c: 675

genre: angst

“suguru?” you mumble softly as you stir awake, a hand rubbing one of your sleepy eyes as you slowly get up on your side and adjust to the darkness before the tall silhouette becomes more recognizable.

"haven't i told you to lock the door?" he walks towards you and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pushing you back down onto the mattress in a way to tell you there's no need to get up.

“i.. forgot.” you lie. the matter of your own safety never once slipped from your mind, but you still chose to leave the door unlocked just in case for well.. this. for getou to come back into your arms again after a long day.

“you're being silly. it's dangerous.” he lets out a chuckle, tucking your hair to the back of your ear as you look up at him in a sleepy daze with a lazy smile across your face.

“come lay next to me?” you scoot a little to give him some space on your single bed.

getou looks at you in silence, a smile to return yours before he accords with your request and rests beside you.

“better?” he lays on his side, face only a couple of inches from yours as his hands are crossed awkwardly in front of his chest.

“mhm.” nonetheless it still makes you grin dumbly, the drowsiness now gone as you gaze into a pair of inky orbs.

the ambience is quiet and serene as the two of you stare at each other, basking in the heat emanating from both of your bodies through the small distance; even when there's no direct contact being made at the moment.

heat. funny. who knew you could feel that from him again?

your eyes flicker away from his, precisely towards the stitches across his forehead. it seems to always bring you back to reality, pulling you down to touch solid ground by altering your mind into a state of sobriety after an euphoric high.

closing your eyes shut, you try to picture him without the odd stitch; him from years ago, the way you remember and hope that the black lines are only made up in your head when you open your eyes again– but it's a foolish attempt. a childish one at that.

“what's wrong?” he breaks through your muse.

your eyes lock with his again, a breath catches in your throat as you feel a sharp pang in your chest.

the man before you is not who you think he is, not who you desperately wish him to be.

he is a breathing reminder; of comfort yet also pain.

an unmistakable illusion.

“hey.”

it's cruel how your body and mind immediately relaxes to his touch despite being aware of the truth. the rough pad of his fingers on your face and the concern lacing in his voice seem too real. if this isn’t him, then who is it? it can’t be anyone else other than your suguru.

never anyone else.

“you okay? you always zone out so suddenly.” his little laugh rings in your ears, still sounds the same as you used to remember and it manages to crack a small smile on your lips just the same.

you reach for the hand he has on your face, telling yourself it’s the very same hand you used to hold as you nuzzle to his touch.

he's warm. he's here. it's him.

“yeah.” you whisper with branded optimism twinkling in your eyes, even getou notice it through the darkness.

“you're always so silly.”

always.

that's enough to convince you. enough for you to think or create some twisted fantasy in your head that getou is really the one that's currently breathing the same air as you and you're willing to keep holding onto it with every bit of your sanity.

“i missed you, suguru.”

the authenticity of his unfaltering smile is one you always refuse to question. as long as it's the same as the one getou always had, it's okay.

“i know.”

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