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Gojou has never taken his blindfold off. His eyes are a complete mystery, many spread rumors that he straight up doesn't have eyes. But truth be told,he hides them for everyone elses safety. Noone believes that, Gojou's the embodiment of a jackass.
Gojou's eyes were a curse. The moment he laid his eyes on a person their fate was signed and sealed with the kiss of death. He didn't know the details. Growing up he had just learned to be alone instead. Deal with it. Act out when he was 'allowed' a normal schooling. If he behaved a certain way, despite all the ache in his chest craving for some kind of intimacy..they'd leave him alone. He was strong. He could do it. Those alone were the strongest. At least, thats what he told himself.
For so long..for so long and then-
He met Getou.
This asshole that had similar mannerisms, jokes, and a deadly smile. Being alone didn't feel like being the strongest when Getou was at Gojou's side. A shame, because he should have forced it to be.
Gojou Satoru. Getou Suguru.
Down to their names they seemed to be everything the books call it. Each others half. Soulmates. Twin flames. So much so, Gojou allowed himself to dream.
In the dark as moonlight filtered through and Getou's eyelashes fluttered, sleep just on the horizon- Gojou's lips grazed across the top of his cheek.
"I love you."
Getou only smiled. Because he was only a dream.
Because Getou Suguru wasn't a dream. He was a blood bound decoy, a toy, an out for all of those that feared Gojou's eyesight. Getou Suguru would be his own downfall, all by Gojou's hand. It just was never supposed to hurt.
"Your hair looks like an old man's." Getou would taunt.
"You look like you have a slug giving you a kiss." Gojou would bite back.
"Every girl in this room would still date me over you." Getou always ended their conversations in a manner of what other people wanted. Gojou would sulk and pout and whine because no, no one could have Getou. No dating- no kissing- and really maybe that was the true reason why Gojou was such a dick. He was greedy.
Getou never minded.
They all told him he was dragging it out far too long. The only reason Getou had consented to such a pact was to keep his girls safe, secure them a future, a chance. He wanted the life he gave away. To share it. Allow that jackass to meet Nanako, Mimiko.
One week, they said.
One more week and they cut off the financial support intended for those two innocent souls. Getou loved Gojou, too. But he had a chance after this. To live and more on and find someone who could love him in a world where he could finally take that cloth off.
Getou can be a passing memory.
Monday: Getou takes Gojou to that crepe stand the girls love. When cream catches on his cheek he immediately swipes it with his thumb without a second thought.
Gojou grins, and playfully licked his thumb back.
"Gross." Getou pinched him for it.
Tuesday: Movie date. Gojou picks. Getou's half watching.
It's difficult to keep eyes on a screen and remember plot when the man of your dreams is busy sliding his hand up your thigh.
No it wasn't subtle.
No he didn't tell him no.
God, he felt good.
Wednesday: Picnic and people watching because what was Gojou if not a judgmental people watcher with an obsession for sweets. Give him both, it's what he deserves.
"That guy is trying to pick a wedgie."
"With his tongue down that poor girls throat."
What a charmer.
Thursday: Gojou knows something is off. Getou is bending to a lot of his wants. He enjoys it, but it concerns him. Window shopping distracts him for awhile. He plays dress up on Getou and shows off looks on himself.
A fun evening, lighthearted. Nothing serious.
Friday: Nothing serious? Scratch that. Getou showed up with chocolate and gave him a bracelet. Gojou is concerned but when he goes to mention it Getou only answers with kisses. If only Gojou wasn't so weak to him. Craving that feeling, that touch.
Getou.
Could be his downfall.
Saturday: "I'm sorry." Getou could speak only in a whisper while he rests on Gojou's arm.
"For what? Hiding something from me?" Gojou could ignore it.
"For loving you." That hurts, and Gojou tries to sit up but Getou shakes his head.
"Dont look at me right now."
Sunday: Silence.
Nothing.
Getou doesn't see Gojou.
Gojou doesn't speak to Getou.
It's outright uncomfortable.
The week is over.
The silence erupts with Getou coming through his door and he's visibly bothered. His breathing is heavy and his eyes are red from tears. Gojou wants to comfort him with words he does not know.
"Just tell me-!" And then Getou sinks against him.
Head pushed and hiding against the curve of where neck meets shoulder. Lips part and meet skin and Gojou wants to let the sensation distract him until suddenly everything is bright. He can, see, not fuzz no dark spots- The blindfold.
His blindfold is gone.
Gojou's eyes are wide while Getou curls his fingers and flicks the fabric away. Hand cupping Gojou's cheek so that he may catch the tear that has begun to fall.
"Why- Why are you leaving me?" If it wasn't for the shock maybe the hurt in his voice would have caused it to waver.
"I have to. I never wanted to."
Gojou's heart is beating loud in his chest. He's confused. He's hurt. He looks around like there could be an answer but he was never ever told any. He had accepted a fate to himself- not Getou.
"There has to be an answer right we can figure it out there isn't a known time limit there-"
And Getou's already tired.
Getou smiles and shakes his head careful and slow. "..You know for a pair of cursed eyes. They're almost as beautiful as you."
Gojou wants to hit him for pulling that now. But he can't.
Getou leans in, closer, closer..closer..
It's warm and familiar the way he kisses Gojou. But the light has already started to fade and he can feel the energy seeping from him. With lips still pressed to his, he mouths out.
"At least curse at me a little at the very..." a breath shaky and uneven.
"...End."