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He’s been out for… a rather long amount of time by now, he would say how long exactly if it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t check when he went out, but he knew that the sun was rising then and now it seems to be almost setting. So saying that it’s been probably around more than six hours might be a good guess to start off with.
The good thing was that he did get some food to eat between missions when he was traveling from place to place. Sometimes he’d decide to take Shoko’s advice and actually eat a sandwich and other times… kikifuku was enough right?
He walked over to the gates of Jujutsu Tech and instantly saw Suguru and Shoko waiting for him, sitting down on some rocks and talking as Shoko seemed to be smoking while Suguru laid back and watched her.
Suguru also smoked sometimes but it seems like today he decided against it, or maybe he had one already. Honestly Satoru didn’t know, guess he would figure it out later though.
Suguru was the first to see him looking over and waving with a smile that Satoru returned. Sitting down next to Shoko who was now in between the two of them.
“You were gone for a while,” Suguru teased, gently tilting his head with a smile.
Satoru watched as the lone strand of hair in front of his face moved with him. Shoko also noticed Satoru noticing and decided to do something about it, elbowing him in the stomach, that is before brushing it off.
“Yeah, what did they have you run laps or something?” She asked, her voice seemed monotone if it weren’t for the light tone that hung in the air after her words.
“God I wish,” Satoru began, leaning back and looking up at the sky and shutting his eyes. He was tired. “Nah, they had me fight curse after curse again, honestly I think they told my clan that I’ve been slacking off or something so my clan told them to make me go on more missions. It absolutely sucks,” Satoru gagged a little as if to prove his point.
“I don’t think Yaga would tell on you,” Suguru replied back, Satoru felt a small rock hit the side of his head at the same moment and winced dramatically at the contact, despite it not hurting one bit.
“Ow, but anyways yeah it probably wasn’t Yaga. He’s used to it by now and if he really wanted to get at me he would’ve done so on the first day,” Satoru leaned forward now and watched as Suguru did so with him so that they were both looking at each other now.
He heard Shoko gag a little at the sight before turning back to her cigarette and phone.
“Well then it must’ve been someone else watching you, maybe one of the drivers or someone that is close with the Higher Ups,” Suguru suggested. Satoru whined, lowering his head a little at the thought.
“Seriously? Well then I guess I should be a little more stern with them after all-”
“Don’t,” Suguru warned, his eyes narrowed at him and Satoru laughed at the action. “They deal with enough and besides they already get so much shit from everyone that it’s most likely not worth it,”
“Well maybe they wouldn’t get so much shit if they weren’t such lapdogs,” Satoru cooed.
“You should still treat them with respect, besides it is their job to watch us-”
“Yeah yeah, cut it out already,” Satoru yawned, stretching his arms and wincing a little as he did so, feeling his skin stretch along with him. “The last thing I need is weak people judging me and how I use my technique. Who knows maybe I’m trying really hard after all,” he got up and stretched his arms again, feeling the strain against it and hissed a little, feeling his skin.
Oh he was sunburnt, just great.
“Shit,” Satoru muttered under his breath and watched as Suguru got up to check on him, touching his skin which made Satoru’s face a little redder than it should’ve been.
“Looks like you got sunburnt pretty badly,” Suguru commented, running his hands up and down his arms before touching the back of his neck. Shoko looked up at them and then to Satoru laughing.
“Look at that, it seems like it got your entire face too,” She teased, pointing to it, almost as if this was planned Suguru’s hand moves and Satoru’s face causing him to heat up and step back from the touch.
“Yeah yeah, whatever just like RCT it or something,” He said looking over to Shoko who yawned dramatically at his words.
“I don’t know, I’m pretty tired. Had to heal Haibara a bunch because Nanami accidentally beat the shit out of him earlier, Suguru you got it right?” She asked, although it was rhetorical as the moment the words left her mouth she got up and began walking away. “If it starts bleeding or anything then find me. I’ll be with Utahime,” Shoko replied, giving them a halfhearted wave.
“Come on, I think I got some lotion for it,” Suguru sighed. Satoru followed him as they went into his dorm; he sat down on Suguru’s bed and began laughing.
“Really it’s nothing, I mean the sun wasn’t even that hot today, it’ll probably be fine if I leave it alone-” He was cut off by Suguru touching the back of his neck a little too harshly, wincing at the jolt of pain.
“Uh huh, sure. Take off your shirt so I can do this better,” Suguru demanded and–hold up, what?
“Huh?!” Satoru turned around grabbing Suguru’s shoulders suddenly. “What? No way I’m doing that-”
“Plus it needs to dry after I put it on you and it can’t do that with this in the way,” Suguru said pointing down to his uniform. “Now come on and hurry up, I don’t have all day,” Suguru huffed and quickly enough Satrou’s shirt was now on the ground so Suguru could help him with skincare… Someone please kill him now. This is embarrasing as fuck .
He felt Suguru’s hands on his back and winced at the touch again as he began spreading something cool against his dry skin, lotion and as his hands slowly worked up to the back of his neck.
“Y’know you really should’ve applied something before going out right?” Suguru asked and Satoru only nodded, trying to ignore the way Suguru’s hands felt on him because… well you know why.
“Yeah, it’s whatever though. I mean it's not that bad-”
“You look like you’re literally shedding your skin,” Suguru deadpanned as his hands left his back and he moved towards the front and grabbed his hands.
“I can do it-”
“No you can’t, you’re incompetent and this kind of stuff Satoru, everyone knows it,” Suguru stated as he began running his hands up and down his arms. “Besides, I’ve seen you try to apply lotion before, it’s a fucking messing. Utahime was disgusted,” Suguru smiled.
“She was fine. It wasn’t that bad,”
“It looked like you dunked yourself in a bath of lotion… Satoru that wasn’t healthy in the slightest,” Suguru muttered, pinching his cheek before finishing with everything. “Alright, now let’s wait like five minutes for it to dry,” he instructed.
“Really? Can I put on my-”
“No,”
Satoru pouted at the statement, because one, he’s Satoru Gojo, and two, this was a very awkward situation for him to be in right now. He had no idea how Suguru wasn’t positively sweating bullets right now because he would be, or hell even blushing-
“Shoko was right, it seems it did get your face,” Suguru teased and that didn’t help him dammit.
“What? No I’m fine-”
He felt Suguru take his shades off and set them aside. “I guess you’re right, I don’t see any tan lines. Although it is rather confusing on why you’re so red right now,” Suguru smiled. This fucker knew .
“Shut up! You’d be embarrassed if you also had your shirt off right now,” Satoru hisses pointing at him.
“Do you want me to take it off?”
“What?”
Suguru moved to take his shirt off but Satoru promptly grabbed his hand, laughing nervously. “What?! No stop!” he hissed.
“Why? Are you gonna be embarrassed by me being shirtless?” Suguru asked, his eyes narrowed playfully and–god, oh god he was gonna be so done with everything by the end of this whole ordeal.
“What?! Of course not, just keep your fucking shirt on-”
Too late, Suguru took his shirt off because of course he did and damn. Damn . He was hot.
“You’re staring,” Suguru teased and Satoru looked up to meet his eyes.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He hissed, grabbing his shoulders and ignoring the way his skin clearly did not like that stretch of movement.
“Nothing! I was just trying to make you feel more comfortable-”
“Well stop-” Satoru stopped halfway through his sentence to hear the door clicking open and Shoko walking in on them, before seeing that they were both clearly shirtless and walking back out.
“Just make sure to use protection,” she called out before shutting the door.
Satoru stared at Suguru for a good second before shaking him violently. Screaming about what the hell just happened with Suguru laughed at his demise.
He was never going to live this down.