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Why do I like him?
Is a question that kept ringing in Suguru’s head. The very thought that lingered as he woke up to the crisp summer morning in Tokyo. The very thought that lingered on his mind until he passed out from exhaustion after a long day of purging curses. It didn't bother him, but certainly, it did make him curious.
Do I like him, or is it just because he's nice to me?
You see, Satoru was kind. He's all things bright, an actual pocket of sunshine walking around the halls of Jujutsu High. A human rainbow, even, emanating all of the hues and making them ten times more radiant than it was. He radiated so much warmth in every place he'd been to that it left marks that he had blessed the place with his presence. Not to be cliché, but if Suguru were to be asked, he would say that Satoru's smile could quite literally light up a room. It was contagious– his happiness was contagious.
And Suguru would do anything to keep that smile of his, even at the expense of his own happiness. He deserves nothing short of the best he could give him. He deserves to keep that twinkle in his eyes as he tells the world the stories that make his heart fill with joy. He deserves to have someone hold him, to have someone embrace him when everything gets far too overwhelming— and Suguru wants so badly to be that for him.
No matter if they branded Satoru as only annoying, and saw nothing past that; he respected their boundaries, of course. He was raised to be a gentleman. For Suguru, he was much, much more than what the average person viewed him as. He was much more than the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Much more than a nuisance, much more than a person who'd frustrate the living daylights out of you. Suguru saw him as the person who placed each and every star in the galaxy and made them as luminous as they are. He saw him as the person who he'd gladly spend all of his waking days with.
His one and only.
The only one he has.
Satoru and Suguru were like soulmates cut in half that Zeus predestined to find each other in the world; twin flames. As if the current of the world would shift to the calmest of waters once their souls have touched the other. As if Suguru was meant to find Satoru in a world of several billion people inhabiting it. If Suguru didn't have Satoru beside him, he'd scour the entire world— maybe even the universe— just to have him. Just to be with him, even if that would last only the littlest of milliseconds. In any lifetime, he took it upon himself to look for him each and every time; no matter what form he was in. No matter if he was a man or a woman, or even reincarnated as an animal or an inanimate object— as absurd as it may sound, Suguru would do anything just to be with him. If it meant going through tons of obstacles, sacrificing his leg, or his sanity (well, that may be too far out), he would do it in the blink of an eye for him.
What do I admire about him?
Perhaps, it's his eyes of bright azure, threatening to spill into vast oceans of midnight blue mixed with just a tinge of cerulean in little specks. That when it comes in contact with the sun, explodes into the warmest of blue hues— making the impossible possible; making the coldest of colors warm, as if it were just a color, not quite a feeling, not quite the frost of frozen glaciers in the South Pole— but because it's Gojo Satoru's eyes— blue has become the warmest of all the colors. Blue has become the feeling of having the sun hit your skin at sundown. It has become what a humid day feels like when sweat clings onto your skin a little more than normal sunny days. It has become whispers of affirmations from friends and lovers, it's the warm vowels clinging on their tongue much longer than it should, but it's there, it's a reminder that their warmth will be ever-present in your life. Blue has become the warm hug after a long, horrible day. Blue has become the feeling of warm soup inside your rumbling stomach after a night of thunderstorms.
And perhaps, it’s the way that Gojo Satoru was so full of love. He gave love freely to everyone he came across— no matter if they deserved it or not. He would do anything in his power to make people smile, even at the expense of his own dignity (not that he had much of one, anyway). Whether it was to treat them to their favorite ramen place, their favorite ice cream shop, or if it meant he had to pull off the silliest of antics, he would do it in a blink of an eye in exchange for a smile.
Call him selfish, but Suguru wanted all that love for himself. He wanted all that affection, he wanted all of the love he freely gave to everyone— all to himself. It wouldn't be so bad to dream, right?
But... it wouldn't happen, right?
It's not like Satoru gives most of his time to Suguru. Or the way he'd drop all the things he was doing just to check up on him, to make sure he was doing alright. Or the way he'd talk him through his bouts of feeling overwhelmed, what with the curses he devours on the daily. Or the way he'd hug him so, so tight and warm, that he feels safe– as though he was enveloped like a burrito– and give him kisses on the forehead right after. Or the way that he knows how Suguru likes his coffee in the morning; his favorite band, song, heck— even his favorite lines from his favorite song. Or the fact that he'd been the only one to show him his vulnerable side— when he was getting accustomed to his Six Eyes, feeling everything and nothing all at once— one he's accepted wholly, because it just goes to show that he isn't, by any means, perfect. He was Satoru.
Sometimes, all of the things Satoru does makes him question. Does he like me back?
Silly him.
They were just best friends, after all...
Right?