[ Designating Gojo and Geto both as dominants? Intentional. Pairing Gojo with Megumi? Intentional. Putting Yuji with Suguru because he was going to heal Suguru’s heart and bond with Satoru’s prickly submissive? That can’t be more than coincidence.
Suguru sighs, turning his face into Satoru’s shoulder. ]
Maybe we all just caught a break, finally.
[ Because he never thought that Satoru wanted things to play out the way they did, but Satoru’s hands were tied in a completely different fashion. The chains of his clan aren’t so easily broken, and Suguru knows that, no matter how much control Satoru has now. ]
[ Squeezing his arms around Suguru, he hums that absent, little noise he makes when he’s thinking to himself, idly playing with his friend’s hair, spine, curling around the small of his back.
Megumi was an unexpected gift, given to him because of the clans, not because of the threat of real comparability. The fact that they worked so well together and bonded so sweetly was a trick of fate, not intention. It’s the same for Suguru and Yuji. He feels his own warm fondness for his friend’s submissive, and he wonders…
[ Suguru hasn't let himself sink into Satoru for a while – not this close, not this intimate, and maybe he should be more mindful of boundaries that have remained steadfast for ages, but... if he's honest with himself, he needs this. He needs something grounding, something to soothe his nervous system, instead of emphasizing all the reasons he hates the world they live in.
He nods, more of that tension easing out of him as he focuses on steadying his breathing, his heartrate. ]
I'm going to keep him safe. I don't care what it takes.
Gojo hums softly, squeezing him gently, trying to make sure that his best friend is well taken care of, that he's alright, and it's enough for him. It has to be. ]
Something that will suitably rot your teeth out, got it.
[ Suguru can make that happen.
He finally starts shifting to sit upright again on the couch, settling next to Satoru instead of on top of him. Gathering up his mess of hair, Suguru pulls a hairband off of his wrist to tie it up, out of the way in a loose bun. ]
We should check on Yuji and Megumi, make sure they aren't plotting to burn your estate to the ground. [ lol ]
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[ Designating Gojo and Geto both as dominants? Intentional. Pairing Gojo with Megumi? Intentional. Putting Yuji with Suguru because he was going to heal Suguru’s heart and bond with Satoru’s prickly submissive? That can’t be more than coincidence.
Suguru sighs, turning his face into Satoru’s shoulder. ]
Maybe we all just caught a break, finally.
[ Because he never thought that Satoru wanted things to play out the way they did, but Satoru’s hands were tied in a completely different fashion. The chains of his clan aren’t so easily broken, and Suguru knows that, no matter how much control Satoru has now. ]
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[ Squeezing his arms around Suguru, he hums that absent, little noise he makes when he’s thinking to himself, idly playing with his friend’s hair, spine, curling around the small of his back.
Megumi was an unexpected gift, given to him because of the clans, not because of the threat of real comparability. The fact that they worked so well together and bonded so sweetly was a trick of fate, not intention. It’s the same for Suguru and Yuji. He feels his own warm fondness for his friend’s submissive, and he wonders…
He wonders. ]
You found each other. That’s what matters.
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He nods, more of that tension easing out of him as he focuses on steadying his breathing, his heartrate. ]
I'm going to keep him safe. I don't care what it takes.
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That's all it is, isn't it?
Gojo hums softly, squeezing him gently, trying to make sure that his best friend is well taken care of, that he's alright, and it's enough for him. It has to be. ]
I know you will.
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Slowly prying himself up, far enough to look at Satoru with that tired, grateful smile. ]
How am I going to make this up to you? [ Because this is a lot for Suguru to ask. ]
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[ He waves his hand in front of his face. ]
Or dessert! I want something sweet, Suguru!
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[ Suguru can make that happen.
He finally starts shifting to sit upright again on the couch, settling next to Satoru instead of on top of him. Gathering up his mess of hair, Suguru pulls a hairband off of his wrist to tie it up, out of the way in a loose bun. ]
We should check on Yuji and Megumi, make sure they aren't plotting to burn your estate to the ground. [ lol ]
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Megumi would never! He's a good boy!
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[ Suguru's just teasing, of course.
Taking a slow, deep breath, Suguru sighs it out and allows the tension in his shoulders to drop another half inch. ]
Shall we?