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@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. he chuckles at the sight, gaze filled with adoration as he approached.
i think i like when you're needy like this. how do you want me, hm?

@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. patting his lap expectantly, rather impatient.
here, hurry. i'm having withdrawals.

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. hm? what is it, baby?

@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. baby, come here.

@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. hello. returns his attention to the newspaper in his grasp, assuming that was the end of the discussion.

@❛ ✧ : nanami kento. hi :)

@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. groans... yes?

@❛ ✧ : nanami kento. NANAMIIINNNN

@❛ ✧ : sua. mizi curls an arm around sua's, tugging her along to the spot she had pointed out. she sits and peers up at her with a bashful smile, watching as she settles beside her. you know, it's really... nice to spend time with you like this. her thumbs idly brush over the ceramic, heart thumping against her chest. mizi takes the brim to her lips and carefully takes a sip, eyes slightly widening in sudden delight. ooh! sua! it's really good, you should have some! she eagerly passes sua the mug.

@❛ ✧ : mizi. not at all— why would i mind...
she's quick to reply with a puff of her cheeks — an expression of disappointment toward mizi's quick judgment, but the rouge on her cheeks prove otherwise. sharing a cup meant an indirect kiss... right? she shakes the thought.
w-we can sit over there!

@❛ ✧ : sua. her eyes light up at the sight of the hot chocolate, carefully taking it into her hands - a grin tugging at the corners of her lips, stretching from ear to ear. i- thank you, sua! do you want to- she frowns a little noticing there was only a singular cup. i was going to suggest we sit somewhere to enjoy our hot chocolate together, but... a faint blush dusts the apples of her cheeks as she chuckles at her suggestion. we could share my cup?? if you didn't mind.

@❛ ✧ : mizi. mizi...!
sua reaches out to tug at the sleeve of her shirt. only when she turns around does she let go, fiddling with the mug resting snugly in between the palms of her hands before handing it over:
hot chocolate, for you— i hope you like it!

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. he ignored the remark in favor of placing languid kisses where he could reach—his neck, shoulder, collarbones, jaw—stopping only to respond to what suguru said next.
yeah? how early?
he mumbled against his neck, burying his face into his warmth to savor it before they needed to part. which, he always hated (although he'd never admit it).
and how do you know i'm not busy doing... other things? what if /i'm/ not home early?

@❛ ✦ : gojo satoru. ouch, that hurts.
( can't blame him, though. hurting satoru's unmarred, soft heart—ah, sweet, sweet, satoru—it hurts him too, admittedly, even though it seemed like he would rather stubbornly stick with his ideals. suguru softened at the kisses, hands cupping the other's sides before a sigh leaves his lips. )
i'll come home early today, and then you can have me all to yourself.

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. you've already disappointed me.
satoru mumbled with an exasperated sigh, knowing damn well there was no convincing suguru—just as the latter couldn't convince him. the thought troubled him for a moment before he decided to let it go, for now, like he asked the other. closing his eyes, he leaned forward to tuck his head in the crook of suguru's neck, where he placed soft, chaste kisses upon his warm, fragrant skin.

@❛ ✦ : gojo satoru. you don't get it. the world is a terrible place because these ??????? are useless. imagine how peaceful it could be of everyone had the power to defend against invisible threat without depending on jujutsu sorcerers?
( there's a crazed look in his eyes as he verbalises his ideals—but he knew, he knew immediately that it had no effect on satoru. so he just lets it go as he asked, for now; he shall let the violent thoughts lay dormant just a while more until he could convince the other to join his side. )
... hah. but i know what you'll say. so i'll behave, satoru. you can count on me to not disappoint you. ♡

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. he rolled his eyes but remained silent, as though he was mulling the possibility over. he was quick to shake it off, however with another roll of his eyes and a scowl that indicated his clear displeasure for the idea. however, when the male grabbed his face, commanding him to look directly into his cold eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he remembered why he fell for him in the first place. he sighed.
we could still be together, now. why can't you just drop it, suguru? is a peaceful world not more beautiful to pursue?

@❛ ✦ : gojo satoru. ahhhhh, pretty annoying, yup.
( the reaction is expected, and suguru lets out a laugh. just being with him alone is a sin to his beloved jujutsu society, yet here he is, right in the curse user's arms like he hadn't waged war on satoru before. )
i would be doing you a favor. consider it, and maybe we'd finally get some peace of mind. then, no one would frown over seeing you with me. no?
( grabbing satoru's chin, violet eyes filled with striking vengeance as they darken. )
we could be together forever.

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. no. i meant, me whining in your ear.
he reciprocated the kiss without hesitation and followed it with another to his jaw before letting out an exasperated groan.
must we really talk about this right now, suguru? i didn't come here to listen to you babble about these ridiculous—
he sighed.
please, suguru. baby.

@❛ ✦ : gojo satoru. being annoyed by you? yeah, might be a blessing in disguise and all, i can't get enough of you.
( lets him scoot as close as he can, a deep chuckle rumbling off his chest as he leans in for a soft kiss. )
ooh, cocky. i like that. i don't think they could get to you before they do, though... those rotting corpses. when will you let me kill them, satoru?

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. you say that like you don't love when i do that, baby.
he mumbled, tightening his embrace around the other's neck to pull himself closer before dipping his head to his shoulder, taking in a deep breath—and with it, his scent.
they're not "fine" with most of the things i do. but no. they'd kill me. or.
he chuckled darkly.
they could try.

@❛ ✦ : gojo satoru. plenty nice, if you ask me. at least i don't whine into your ear like a certain someone does.
( head dipping to bury face into snow-white locks, softly inhaling the familiar sweet scent with a ghost of a smile brushed against satoru's skin. )
is the jujutsu society fine with you sneakin' around to see me?

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. he rolled his eyes, half-heartedly wrapping his arms around suguru's neck.
as if you ask for anything "nicely".

@❛ ✦ : gojo satoru. hah, us both, then.
( quickly grabbing around satoru's waist, reeling him into his chest. )
so demanding, six eyes. try asking nicely~

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. no you.
anyway.
hug me, i'm tired.

@❛ ✦ : gojo satoru. you're yummy. ♡

@❛ ✧ : geto suguru. yum.