[ Gojo doesn't trust this - his trust in Suguru had faltered years ago, and he's aware of his own failings there as much as he is society's - but the quiet part of him that loves his best friend wants to trust in his word. ]
[ Suguru is about to settle in to drink his tea, content that this has been dealt with for now, but, with the presentation of a cell phone, Suguru's aloof mask slips into genuine confusion.
wait whut. ]
... Does it actually work?
[ He sets his tea on the table, leaning forward – though he doesn't reach for the phone yet. This still feels like it could be a trick. ]
[ Gojo turns the phone and flips it open - it's an old school thing - and presses a button. Somewhere in his pocket, his own phone starts to ring, an old anime opening as the ringtone. ]
It works. And there's two special numbers on there, too~
[ It would be easy for Suguru to be snide and cruel now, but a line of contact to his girls is... meaningful to him, when not much has meaning these days.
So instead, he nods. ]
I know you do. And I won't argue if you can convince him otherwise, but...
Create a world where he isn't required to sacrifice every part of himself to his own inevitable death?
[ So simple, so easy. Not.
After he establishes that his daughters' numbers are in the phone, he closes it and sets it on the table. Even if he didn't want to have this conversation, he does care about Yuji, and this... matters. ]
I'll tell him that his teacher is worried about his wellbeing so we won't be anywhere near as extreme from here on – and that we can talk about his feelings if he'd rather do that instead of bleed all over your bathroom.
[ Maybe like... 20% more tactfully? Or maybe less! Suguru can be mercurial, especially with the most recent turn of events. ]
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[ He sips at his tea, leaning back in his seat. ]
I found a solution to a problem, but you don't agree with my methods. I'm not his teacher, so I'll leave fixing the poor boy's heart to you, hm?
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What if he asks for it again?
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[ Shrug! Like it's the simplest thing in the world to turn down Yuji when he's vulnerable and hurting. ]
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No. Even you're not so heartless that you'd leave him 'suffering', would you? You'd just find something else to do.
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[ No big deal, they can just have more sex or something. ]
Is that good enough for you?
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[ Gojo knew what he was getting into, letting Yuji come here, bringing him here, and his gaze flickers over the other man, ever so briefly. ]
Do you promise?
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Cross my heart and hope to die, Satoru. You have my word.
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Well! It's good that we sorted that out!
Well! It's good that we sorted that out!
<small.[ Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a cellphone, dangling it between two fingers. ]</small>
Do you want a special prize?
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wait whut. ]
... Does it actually work?
[ He sets his tea on the table, leaning forward – though he doesn't reach for the phone yet. This still feels like it could be a trick. ]
the TYPOS
It works. And there's two special numbers on there, too~
THEY STRIKE THE BEST OF US
... Nanako and Mimiko?
[ Yuji's number and Gojo's number makes sense; getting to talk to his girls again feels like more of an impossibility that he shouldn't consider. ]
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[ Gojo flips the phone to himself, scrolling through it idly. ]
I thought, since you’d been on such good behaviour lately…
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I can behave in exchange for a phone. That sounds fair enough.
[ Like he's a grounded teenager... ]
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[ He holds the phone out. ]
Yuji loves you. Love him back properly.
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I'd like to see you do differently when you find him slicing himself up in the bathtub.
[ "Tell him to talk to someone" rings so hollow. ]
But I'll keep my promise. Anything you notice on Yuji in the future you can assume he did to himself.
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It can't be. ]
I'll talk to him. I care about him too, Suguru.
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So instead, he nods. ]
I know you do. And I won't argue if you can convince him otherwise, but...
[ He glances from the phone, back to Gojo. ]
He's suffering, Satoru.
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[ When they were younger. When he was too caught up in being the strongest to realise what was going on. ]
Is there anything we can do? Really do?
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Create a world where he isn't required to sacrifice every part of himself to his own inevitable death?
[ So simple, so easy. Not.
After he establishes that his daughters' numbers are in the phone, he closes it and sets it on the table. Even if he didn't want to have this conversation, he does care about Yuji, and this... matters. ]
Don't let him fall through the cracks.
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[ Breathing out, he runs his fingers through his hair. ]
He's not like that to us. Those old bastards... I won't let them use him.
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Then all you can do is stay the course.
[ He pauses, then reaches for his tea and takes a sip. ]
Maybe keep an eye on your sharp objects. I can deny Yuji, but he might take matters into his own hands again.
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[ Damn... He sighs, taking a long drink from his tea. ]
What're you gonna tell him?
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[ Whoopsie~ ]
I'll tell him that his teacher is worried about his wellbeing so we won't be anywhere near as extreme from here on – and that we can talk about his feelings if he'd rather do that instead of bleed all over your bathroom.
[ Maybe like... 20% more tactfully? Or maybe less! Suguru can be mercurial, especially with the most recent turn of events. ]
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[ Still. At least that's one problem dealt with, and he can worry just a little bit less about Yuji.
Well... Mostly... ]
Suguru. You love him, don't you?
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What kind of question is that?
[ Of course he does. He would have fully driven Yuji away if he didn't. ]
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