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Gojo Satoru thought he would burst from sheer happiness. It clung to his tongue and clotted his veins, filling him to the brim. It was sweeter than any candy he had ever tasted and he doubted there was one which could match the sweetness he was currently experiencing. There wasn't even a special reason which could explain why Satoru felt giddy. It was a random Friday night like any other. Though, he knew the vital factor for his happiness was no other than Geto Suguru, who was busy trying to win a race on the playstation. Suguru was sitting on the floor, back against the bed and his eyes were narrowed in concentration. For once, Satoru was content being merely the bystander, watching Suguru move with the controller.
Himself seated on the bed, knees tucked against his face, Satoru watched his boyfriend with a blush on his face. Suguru was the best thing to have happened in his life. He had believed the best thing was getting out of the Gojo clan by joining Jujutsu High, allowing him a few years of freedom. But then, Suguru had entered his life and despite them having clashed at first, friendship developed which later matured into a young, innocent romance.
Frankly, Satoru sometimes wondered how Suguru put up with him. He knew that the Gojo clan would say that anyone should be honoured to receive Gojo Satoru's affection - though they would be far from happy if they found out it was a boy -, but he thought otherwise.
It was him who was blessed. Satoru knew he was immature, loud and loved spiting the higher-ups. When he had realized his feelings for his best friend - he could be emotionally intelligent, no matter what Shoko said -, Satoru had tried to endear himself to Suguru. One way had been to always have something sweet with him during his missions with Suguru. That way, Suguru wouldn't have to deal with the foul taste of swallowing a curse. Satoru wanted to puke merely at the thought of having to swallow a curse.
He had also tried to brew tea whenever Suguru felt sick after a mission due to the ingested curses. The problem was that Satoru had never brewed tea before and thus, in the beginning, the tea had been horrible. It had been a miracle Suguru's stomach hadn't gotten even more upset.
(Turns out, Satoru hadn’t been as slick as he had thought and Suguru had seen through his plot from the beginning. The advantage: It had made confessing much easier.)
"You're staring.", Surugu suddenly mumbled, eyes still fixed on the screen.
"Am I not allowed to look at my handsome boyfriend?", Satoru teasingly asked, reaching out to play with a strand of dark hair. Suguru didn't wear his hair open often. A shame, really. Be it because of the touch, comment or both, Suguru's cheeks grew slightly red and his character strayed slightly off the lane.
"Stay on the lane."
"You're distracting me.", Suguru grumbled and Satoru laughed. He moved behind Suguru, his legs dangling on either side of the other's shoulders, and put his head on Suguru's.
"Give me a hand."
"I can't. I need both for the controller. How am I supposed to finish the game with one hand?", Suguru asked and Satoru pouted. He wrapped both arms around Suguru's neck.
"Give me attention. Do you want to neglect your boyfriend?", he sulked.
"Just let me finish the game."
"But that'll take five more minutes!"
"Five minutes isn't that long."
Satoru mocked him under his breath and Suguru chuckled. The minutes passed by, but Satoru was not idle. His fingers traced the features of his favourite face, the strong jawline, sharp nose and slim eyeshape. Satisfied, he noted Suguru losing his concentration under his ministrations. Finally, the game was finished and before Suguru could put the controller away, Satoru had grabbed his collar and eagerly smashed their lips together. He would never tire of the shape and taste of Suguru's lips. When Suguru reached up to bury a hand in Satoru's white hair, he sighed in contentment. He pulled Suguru up by his collar, however, he simultaneously leaned forward. All Suguru managed to get out was a muffled sound before Satoru lost his balance, tumbling off the bed and falling on Suguru.
Suguru groaned when his head hit the floor.
"Ah shit, I'm sorry!", Satoru exclaimed. "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It's fine. It probably won't even leave a bump."
"Good.", Satoru said and buried his face in Suguru's neck. He clung to him like a koala and Suguru returned the gesture. The floor was slightly uncomfortable, but Suguru didn't mind and carded his fingers into Satoru's hair again.
"What brought this on?", he quietly asked and Satoru shrugged.
"Nothing special. Just love you very much."
Suguru's heart swelled. This Satoru was one only he was privy to, and he selfishly delighted in that knowledge. No one else knew of this soft, clingy Satoru.
"I love you too.", he said and twisted his neck to press a kiss on Satoru's cheek. His boyfriend only snuggled closer as if he was attempting to crawl underneath his skin.
Suddenly, Satoru froze. He had a brilliant idea. He unlatched himself from Suguru, who didn't look too pleased that the cuddle session was already over.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I just had an idea.", Satoru said and sat up. Suguru tilted his head in curiosity and confusion as to why Satoru was looking at his clothes so contemplating. A wide grin then appeared on Satoru's lips and he looked far too pleased. There was one advantage of Suguru always wearing baggy clothes: They were spacious. Though, could they really handle another teenage boy?
"Satoru what -", Suguru began and blushed when Satoru lifted the hem of his shirt and, to his astonishment, attempted to crawl underneath! "What are you doing? You're ruining my shirt."
"I'll get you a new one.", was all Satoru gave back as he squirmed underneath the shirt. To his displeasure, his head didn’t fit through the neck. Now he couldn't see Suguru!
"You didn't really think you'd fit into the same shirt as me, did you?", Suguru teasingly asked and Satoru pinched his abs in retaliation, making Suguru flinch.
"Behave", he chided him and Satoru chuckled.
While he couldn't see Suguru's face, his position was still far from disadvantageous. He was close to Suguru, face resting on his bare chest and arms wrapped around his waist. The warmth of his body was cosy and Satoru snuggled into the pecs as if they were pillows.
Suguru fondly looked at the white hair peeking from his shirt's neckline. What was he supposed to do with his boyfriend? As long as Satoru was replacing the shirts he ruined, Suguru didn't mind the current position. He hugged Satoru and pressed a peck on top of the white hair, making Satoru kick his feet.
The room fell silent as they drifted off to sleep, still on the floor and Satoru still underneath Suguru's now ruined, baggy shirt, cheek squished against his boyfriend's pecs. In the morning, their backs and hips might hurt, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that they were together and suddenly, big shirts with wide necks found their place in Suguru’s closet.