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It wasn’t often that Geto found himself injured anymore.
Since he started at Jujutsu High, he could count the number of times he had gotten seriously hurt on one hand, and most of those times had been in the first few months when he was still getting familiar with the ins and outs of his abilities.
Now, when he was sent on missions, he occasionally returned with a scratch, maybe a few bruises at most, but that was it. There was nothing preventing him from going back out the next day to kill more curses. He had to give some of the credit to Gojo of course, he was always there watching his back to prevent their fights from escalating into something more deadly.
And of course, Geto returned the favour.
Although Gojo was rightfully full of confidence in his abilities, more than happy to show off and dance with the distant risk of getting hurt, Geto was always there to throw out a curse or two whenever he spotted danger somehow undetected by Gojo’s eyes. Gojo was still learning too, of course, and although he liked to pretend he was, he was far from perfect.
So now that Geto was sitting in a bed in the school’s infirmary, struggling to suppress the pain he was feeling even with the application of Shoko’s technique, he was more so than anything else angry at himself.
The curse they had been fighting was a grade one, something he and Gojo had dealt with hundreds of times before, but a split-second misguided decision on his behalf had allowed the curse to sneak up behind him and attack. He hadn’t been left with injuries that were life changing, Gojo was to thank for that, but as he had been rushed to Shoko he was passing in and out of consciousness with the pain. His stomach had been slashed, a deep cut running diagonally, and with the way he landed he was sure he had broken a few bones too.
He knew things like this happened all the time.
More than once he had seen his friends come back with injuries way worse than his, but he hadn’t expected it to happen to him, especially not now he had completed a streak of near perfect missions.
He knew he was going to be dismissed from fighting curses for a few days, Yaga had already visited him to discuss that.
'Gojo is more than capable of taking on a few solo missions whilst you recover,'.
He knew this was true. Even though the number of curses that had been popping up lately had been slowly increasing, the ease with which they could defeat them was also increasing at what seemed like an equal pace. Basically put, Gojo would be fine. Even so, Geto couldn't help but feel angry at himself for overlooking what now seemed like such a simple mistake. If only he'd taken one step to the side, ducked slightly, unleashed one of his own curses slightly quicker. He wouldn't have had to see that harrowing look on Satoru's face as he rushed to his side.
But it was no use dwelling over that now, he’d just have to ignore the way his heart clenched painfully in his chest as he relived the events that already seemed to have occurred so long ago. Life moves on, he knew he would soon enough have some other worry to add to his ever growing list. It seemed like the work never ended. Even now, with the theoretical prospect of a break dangling over his head, he still couldn't let himself fully relax. He felt restless.
The few times he had been injured before, he had spent most of his time sleeping. If not that, he’d talk to Shoko when she came to regularly check up on him, and then Gojo when he returned from his own missions. However, most of the time it turned into Gojo talking at him. Being confined to a room all day seemed to drain his energy rather than replenish it, and he was grateful for the company after the long days of isolation. He had books, sometimes he rewatched movies Gojo had begged him to watch together, but all of this was lacking in comparison to having someone there to talk about nothing with for hours. A recap of his day, random facts about whatever game he had been playing, all the places they 'absolutely needed' to visit once Geto had recovered. Geto held onto his every word. He treasured the moments he and Gojo spent together at the end of those long days, and now more than ever, he was missing his company.
After Gojo had ensured he returned back to the school safely, Geto hadn't seen him. He'd seen Shoko a few times, more than grateful for the company, but even now she was nowhere to be seen. He had tried to rest, but other than when he had first arrived at the school, he hadn't managed to stay asleep.
He spent the remainder of the day staring at the bright ceiling, turning over any memory he could access in his mind in an attempt to pass the time.
As the sun began to set, Shoko finally returned to his bedside with some food and a small box. Geto took the food gratefully, suddenly he was starving for what felt like the first time in months. He ate slowly, listening to Shoko talk about her day and giving her input when necessary. She hadn't had a better day than he had, it seemed, and he felt even more annoyed that he couldn't even relax when he had been granted the rare opportunity to rest.
'At least the weather's gonna start getting warmer soon,' Shoko mused, and Geto hummed in agreement.
They were currently still in the heart of winter, the school had been decorated with soft snow and the risk of slipping on ice was something he had learnt to be mindful of. A few weeks back, Gojo had almost fallen on the way back to their dorms, somehow failing to spot the big patch of ice guarding the entrance to the building. Although he had saved himself just in time, Geto noticed and had continuously teased him for it. Coming back from a mission untouched but nearly being taken out by the unfortunate side effects of the colder months? He almost would've paid to see it.
However, his amusement was short-lived.
Gojo took it upon himself to try and get Geto to fall too. Every time they stepped outside together, Gojo 'accidentally' bumped into him. On other occasions, when they walked past an identified slippery spot, he would grab his arm with slightly too much strength behind his grip in an attempt to pull him to the floor. Of course, the favour had been returned, Geto tried so hard to make his friend finally succumb to the ice.
So far, none of them had been successful in their missions, and with spring quickly approaching, Geto was glad he'd soon have one less thing to worry about.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Geto realised Shoko was still holding the box she had come in with.
'Has my birthday come early?' He questioned, raising an eyebrow and gesturing towards the box.
Shoko smiled slightly to herself, before holding it out to Geto who took it out of her hands with slight hesitance. 'I'm fine, really, I don't need pity gifts,' he joked.
'As if,' Shoko huffed back, 'Just something to occupy your hands. I've never found a use for them, figured you'd appreciate having something to do,'.
This made Geto curious, he opened the box to reveal a few balls of yarn and a hook. 'Knitting? Really?,' Geto questioned, taking one ball out and slightly unravelling it from its perfect shape.
'Crocheting actually. If you don't wanna do it then don't bother, but I was clearing out space and thought why not offer,' she stood up, picking up the remains of Geto's food and taking them over to the trash can in the corner of the room.
'No, I would’ve appreciated anything to do at this point really. Thank you,'.
She turned around, looking him over once more before beginning to walk out the door. 'Got places to be unfortunately. You can go back to your own room tomorrow once I make sure you're fully stable. You're lucky really, might be aching for a few days but other than that you're basically already healed,'.
Geto thanked her, watching the door close behind her as she left the room. He turned his attention to the box on his lap, picking up the hook and rolling it over in his hands a few times. Even still, the thing he wanted most was for Gojo to burst through the door with no respect for the fact he might've been sleeping. He wanted to hear how the rest of his day went, wanted to hear about the mission he had been assigned for tomorrow. He wondered where he was. He must be somewhere important, he couldn't imagine that he was wasting any opportunities to get on his nerves.
He picked up the yarn again, he had nothing better to be doing after all.
-
'Since when did you turn into an old woman Suguru?' Gojo said, sounding more than slightly amused at his own (attempt) at a joke.
They were on the floor of Geto's room, Geto sitting with his back to his bed, crocheting hook in one hand, and Gojo spread across the floor with his DS.
Unexpectedly, there had been heavy snowfall overnight, and after returning back from the singular mission they had been assigned that day, the pair had rushed back to the dorms in an attempt to shield themselves from the cold.
'You're going to be thanking me when you're not out there freezing to death,' Geto replied, although he did pause for a second to consider Gojo’s words fully.
'I don't think Shoko knew what she was getting us all into when she gave you that,' Gojo huffed, sitting up to face Geto properly. 'Wanna watch a movie? I don't think we're gonna be getting out any time soon,' he questioned, shuffling over to rest his head on Geto's shoulder.
Geto sighed, making a show of putting the scarf he was currently working on onto the floor to hide the fact that he had already given in to Gojo’s request. 'And would you let me say no?' he joked.
Gojo just giggled at this, before reaching over to turn the tv on. They spent the rest of the day curled up together, having to bring in more blankets from Gojo's room as back up. They took turns in choosing what to watch, and although Geto complained over Gojo putting on something that they had already watched multiple times, he knew deep down he would be content with whatever Gojo chose.
-
A few weeks later, the pair found themselves again in a similar situation.
This time, however, the snow had continued to fall all day, and they had been excused from going on any missions.
'About time we got a day off,' Gojo had huffed as he barged into Geto's room.
Geto was currently wrapping himself up for the cold weather, putting on a patterned scarf and gloves to protect himself from the inevitable chill. After hearing that they'd be free for the day, Gojo had begged that the pair went and experienced 'what winter was all about'. Geto would have been more than happy to stay inside all day, wrapping himself up in a blanket instead of going out to face the remnants of a storm, but Gojo's persistent begging had changed his mind (and he didn't want to admit how quickly it had been changed).
Gojo had also tried begging Shoko to come out with them, but somehow she had gotten away with the reasoning that she was busy (she really just wanted to save herself from the cold, which Geto sympathised with deeply).
Geto could see where Gojo was standing behind him through the reflection of his mirror. He only had a thin jacket on, and although Geto could see a pair of gloves hanging out of one of his pockets, he knew he'd be complaining about the chill as soon as they went out.
'I hope you're planning to put those on,' Geto sighed, turning to face Gojo and gesturing at his pocket. 'I thought we already established how cold it is today,'.
Thanks to a dare from Shoko, Gojo had already been outside in the snow once.
With only his pyjamas on.
Geto was still getting ready for the day when this incident had occurred, but he had learnt all about it the hard way when Gojo had shuffled into his room and shoved his cold hands under his shirt. It had escalated into them having a small fight in his room, until Geto decided he had got sufficient revenge.
'I'm not scared of a bit of ice,' Gojo huffed.
'Tell that to yourself when you get sick, because I'm not gonna be the one taking care of you,' Geto replied.
'You know you will be, you can't help yourself,' Gojo smiled, and Geto knew it was true. He always found himself worrying over Gojo, he caught himself doing it more times than he would've liked to admit.
'At least put this on,' Geto replied, walking over to pick up a scarf off his desk. It was one of the first things he had made, and he knew it wasn't perfect but he was still proud of himself.
Gojo's face lit up as he handed it towards him, before quickly being replaced with a smirk. 'You made this for me? Didn't know my neck being cold was such a worry of yours,' he laughed, taking it from Geto's hands.
'You're welcome,' Geto sarcastically replied.
Gojo stood there for a few seconds, running his fingers over the edge of the scarf, seemingly pondering something.
'Want me to put it on for you?' Geto joked, but at his words Gojo immediately snapped out of his trance and smiled at him. 'Well if you're offering, the honour is yours,'.
'Honour is one way to put it...' Geto mumbled to himself as he stepped towards Gojo. He placed the scarf around his neck, not missing the way the other shivered slightly as his fingers traced his skin. He brought one end of the scarf over the other, making sure to tuck it in Gojo's jacket to prevent any heat from escaping. Stood as close as he was, he could feel Gojo's soft breaths on his face as he stood still to allow Geto to complete his job.
'That better?' Geto questioned, stepping back (albeit reluctantly) in order to get a better look at his friend. Gojo walked over to the mirror in the corner of the room and beamed at his own reflection in the mirror. 'Didn't know you were some sort of scarf expert,' he teased, before rushing out the door.
'Suguruuuu, it's freezing,' Gojo complained, blowing air aggressively onto his hands in an attempt to warm them.
The pair had spent the past ten minutes engaged in what Geto would regard as the most dangerous fight he'd been in all year. Not even his own scarf had been able to protect him from the handful of snow Gojo had cruelly shoved down the back of his shirt. Not to mention his gloves were completely useless at this point, the snow had melted through them and left his hands colder than they would’ve been if he had just been throwing the snow with no protection on his poor fingers.
Of course, he had gotten his revenge.
Collecting handfuls of snow in small balls, throwing them precisely at Gojo as he tried to run out of the way to avoid the icy bullets, he had managed to cover most of his clothes. If his hair hadn't already been white, it would be now without a doubt.
Geto was shivering himself at this point, there was only so much preparation he could've done to stop the cold when Gojo was so insistent on trying to smother him in the winter.
'I feel like my hands are going to freeze off,' Gojo continued, holding them out in front of himself to inspect the extent of the damage.
Gojo was usually always seeking Geto for warmth, always managing to get in his personal space, snuggling under blankets with him, grabbing his hands to steal some of his heat. Despite this, he had kept infinity off the whole time. His hair was sticking slightly to his forehead where the melting snow had dripped, and his hands were turning red from the frost biting his fingers.
'I would've offered you my gloves but they're not gonna be useful now,' Geto sighed, stepping closer to Gojo’s side.
He took Gojo's hand instead, rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb. They walked like this for a few minutes, Geto watching the space where their hands intertwined as Gojo swung them back and forth. He noticed the way Gojo was still shivering slightly, burying his face even further into his scarf as he took shaky breaths.
'Stop here for a second,' Geto says, pulling Gojo over to the side of the path.
He turned Gojo around to face him, before taking both of his hands in between his own and bringing them up to his mouth. He blew air onto them softly, mirroring the action the taller boy had been doing earlier.
'That's barely helping,' Gojo huffed, although the corners of his mouth were slowly lifting into a smile.
'Oh?' Geto questioned, before bringing his hands closer to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on them. 'This any better for you?' Geto raised an eyebrow, repeating the action.
'I guess..' Gojo replied, but a small blush had made its way onto his face. 'Maybe you should do it a few more times just to make sure?' he grinned, fluttering his eyelashes and leaning forwards.
'Stop it,' Geto laughed, kissing his hands one more time before dropping them. 'Come on, wanna go get a hot chocolate?' he asked, leading Gojo back towards the centre of the path.
-
'Suguru let's go on the ferris wheel,' Gojo grinned, already dragging him towards it.
He had been doing a lot of that today, dragging Geto to whatever attraction he wanted to experience, and Geto was happily allowing him to do so. They had already visited most of the stalls at the festival, Gojo insisting he had to try some of every type of food. He's not sure how he had managed it, Geto was beginning to feel a bit sick from the amount of sugar he'd watched his friend consume in the past hour, but he had continued to indulge him nonetheless.
The sun was beginning to set at this point, the darkness of the night casting a faint shadow over the glowing lights of all the rides.
The queue was quite long when they reached the wheel, giving Gojo enough time to finish the food he was still carrying. After finishing, he grabbed Geto's hand and rested his body against him.
'Getting cold,' he explained, smiling softly to himself.
They spoke quietly as they moved forwards, discussing everything from the missions of the previous day to the latest episode of the show Gojo was currently obsessing over. Geto wished the moment would never end, he felt safe in the presence of his best friend, he gave him comfort he knew he'd never be able to replicate anywhere else. He had to remind himself that they hadn't even gotten on the ride yet, the exciting part was still to come, but he couldn't help it. Gojo always seemed to have this effect on him.
They finally stepped into the small car, Gojo wasting no time in returning to squashing himself into Geto's side once they had taken their seats. Their hands stayed intertwined as they ascended into the sky. Geto turned to look towards Gojo, who was already staring at him. The full moon was softly illuminating his features, casting a gentle light onto the familiar curves of his face.
'Such a beautiful night and yet you still can't help but stare at me,' Gojo grinned, but his face had gone slightly red. He had also been caught, after all.
'This is my first time on one of these,' he continued, breaking the eye contact that had momentarily locked Geto's soul in place.
'Is it everything you hoped for?' Geto replied, shifting his gaze towards the moon watching over them.
Geto wanted to capture everything about this moment, his eyes returned to running over the back of Gojo's head in an attempt to take a clear photo to store in his mind. As the wheel completed its first rotation, he relaxed more into the seat. Gojo wasn't going anywhere. Tomorrow they'd be sent off somewhere new again, they’d exorcize a curse or two before returning back to the school. As usual, he would be there alongside him the whole time.
No matter how ugly the future would turn out to be, the current view from the ferris wheel was still beautiful- there was no need to be getting lost in his own thoughts.
They sat in silence for a moment, before Gojo turned back towards Geto.
'Suguru...' he started, and Geto rubbed his hand to encourage him to go on. He didn't continue, however, and instead leant back to rest his head on Geto's shoulder. Geto looked down at him, his breath getting stuck in the back of his throat.
He was beautiful.
Gojo looked up, before moving suddenly forwards and connecting their lips. The touch was brief, as if it had never been there at all, and Geto found himself quickly leaning forwards to chase him after he pulled away. It lasted longer the second time, they moved slowly at first, almost cautious, but soon fell into a rhythm that felt familiar. It was as if they'd done this a million times, the hand that Geto moved to rest on the back of Gojo's head to pull him even closer felt like a practised movement.
They broke apart for a second, and Geto couldn't help but smile at the way Gojo was looking at him. He held so much love in his gaze, as if he had just been granted everything he wanted in the world and more. He looked hopeful, his own lips beginning to turn up into a smile. He leant forwards again, pressing another small kiss on the corner of his mouth before leaning fully back.
'You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that,' Gojo grinned, and Geto couldn’t deny that he felt the same way.
On their way out of the festival, Gojo spotted a claw machine with an array of small plushies inside.
'Hey, this one looks like one of your curses,' he nudged Geto, pointing to a dragon in the back corner.
'Cute,' Geto grinned, 'You want it? I have some money left,'.
Gojo quickly nodded in excitement.
However, to both of their disappointment, no matter how precise his movements appeared, each attempt at retrieving the dragon from its cage did nothing more than nudge it slightly towards the goal. He soon ran out of money, left only with frustration at the machine which he should’ve known to be an obvious scam.
'Sorry Satoru,' he started but Gojo cut him off, 'It's fine, the real things cooler anyways,' he reassured him, grabbing his hand and dragging him away from the machine back towards the exit of the festival.
Geto vowed to start crocheting Gojo a dragon as soon as he had the time.
-
It was past midnight when Geto got back from his mission.
A combination of the fact he had to travel hours by train, and that he had been assigned the mission alone, meant that he had been out all day. He had been due to leave before six am, and knowing that he most likely wouldn’t be back all day, he went looking for Gojo in his room. However, as expected, Gojo was nowhere to be found.
It had been a while since they had been able to have a proper conversation, their timetables clashed more often than not, and Geto wanted to at least check up on him before he left.
This time last year, Geto wouldn’t have had to look far to find Gojo. Most days he awoke with his friend already in his room, having fallen asleep there after a late night of watching movies or playing video games. He knew this couldn’t last forever, yet he wished more than anything that he could go back and return to how it was.
How it was still meant to be.
Geto was tired.
He’d been tired for as long as he could remember, finding it harder to clasp onto any feeling of comfort.
Before, he felt as if there had been a safety net of sorts. If he fell Gojo would be there to cushion the fall. He was a source of security, he knew he was safe in his presence. Now, he was falling more than ever, he’d lost count of the bruises that had formed on his aching body, but his source of rescue had been taken away.
When he reached the dorms after the mission, he headed straight for his room.
The deep exhaustion he felt allowed him to easily ignore the way his stomach ached. He didn’t have the energy to shower, he just hoped he’d find time in the morning to wash the remnants of the day away.
The door was closed when he walked past Gojo’s room, which he had expected. There was something within him that had selfishly wished that Gojo was going to be there to greet him when he got back, but he knew the chances of that were depressingly low. He hadn’t been seeing much of anyone recently.
He carried on walking to his own room, his steps as soft as he could manage with what felt like the weight of the whole world weighing him down.
When he creaked open the door, the lamp beside his bed was already providing soft light to the space around it. He didn’t have to look far before the culprit who left the lamp on was revealed to him. Curled up in his bed was the person he had been searching for.
Gojo's glasses had been slightly thrown off his nose from where he had forgotten to take them off, but he looked comfortable. He was wrapped in the blanket Geto had recently finished, one he was sure he had hidden away in his wardrobe- he had been meaning to gift it to Gojo when he had the time.
It all looked so peaceful, and although it wasn’t intentional, Geto was glad he had found the blanket. He deserved that comfort. It looked perfect wrapped around him, the sight making Geto smile to himself as he walked over towards the bed. He leant down over Gojo and carefully picked his glasses up, placing them softly on the table beside his bed.
After swapping his clothes for something more comfortable, Geto attempted to get in the bed as silently as he could so he wouldn't wake the boy.
'Suguru?' a tired voice called out suddenly. 'You're back already?'
Geto wouldn't exactly class his return as being early in any aspect, the sun had long since set and the school had been silent as he made his way to his dorm.
'I'm sorry for disturbing you, you should get back to sleep,' he responded, turning to face blue eyes now cracked ever so slightly open.
'I've been missing you too much, I have so much to update you on,' Gojo replied, his voice soft and meaningful, but simultaneously betraying his tiredness.
'I'm here now, we have time,' Geto responded, and for the first time in months that was true. Even if it was the dark blanket of the night that gave them the ability to talk freely, he was grateful.
He stroked the hair out of Gojo's eyes, committing the way he absentmindedly leaned into his touch to memory.
'How about I tell you about my day, you should rest for once. We can save your stories for the morning,' Geto replied, leaning forwards to place a soft kiss on the top of Gojo's head.
Gojo shuffled forwards in the bed, placing his head underneath Geto's chin and wrapping his arms around his side. 'We can't let this keep happening, Suguru, I don't know what I'd do without you,'.
'You're smart enough to find a way' Geto thought to himself. He felt the same way. He started recounting the events of the day to Gojo until he was certain he had fallen back asleep. He took one last look at his best friend before allowing sleep to grasp him too.
-
It turns out that there would be no time to talk in the morning.
There would be no time to talk for weeks after.
Geto was sent on mission after mission, and it seemed like each time he managed to sneak away to try and get a moment of rest in his bed at the end of a long day, sleep never came.
He knew Gojo had it worse, the danger and frequency of his missions were something Geto didn't even want to imagine having to endure. He often wondered how he handled it, before remembering that Gojo was the strongest.
Alone.
He had worked hard non-stop to achieve this title, Geto being left to slip slowly behind.
After the death of Riko, there had been an evident shift.
Gojo had to get stronger, he couldn't be defeated again.
Geto didn't have time to do much else other than fight these days, he barely had any time to eat, let alone think. The times when he was left alone with his own thoughts he almost wished he was out exorcising curses instead.
What was he doing this for?
He wanted to make a change, he knew he came here with a purpose, but his resolve was becoming harder to keep grasp of. Those hopes felt so far away. What sort of future was ahead of him? One where he'd eventually end up in the growing pile of bodies in the morgue? Or maybe the greater pain was to be the one left alone as he watched everyone around him die instead.
He watched multiple times as his friends died preventable deaths, in another life they'd still be here, living like someone as young as them was supposed to. Living without the pressure and looming fear that each day would be their last. He knew Gojo would most likely be safe, that was one thought to ease his worries. He knew he had little chance of being gravely injured himself also, but you never really knew how each day was going to play out.
He had just woken in his room, his alarm set for 4:30am, the sun nowhere near close to rising in the gloomy sky. His mission for the day was to go to a village, where there had been reports of strange occurrences haunting the villagers.
He was still in his clothes from the previous day, when he had gotten back to the school only a few hours ago he hadn’t been able to do more than collapse into his bed and fall into a dreamless sleep.
The days where he had to attempt to kick Gojo out of his bed had long gone, and although at the time he had cursed him for the inconvenience, he wanted nothing more than to bring those moments back. He wanted to be held, or someone to hold, as he fought back the thoughts smothering his chance of getting a peaceful sleep.
He rose slowly, rubbing his temple to suppress the dull ache beginning to form behind his eyes.
He had to be leaving soon, he had a long train journey ahead of him.
He switched the lamp on the table besides his bed on, squinting as the soft light filled the room. As he slowly stood up, he pulled his hair loose from where it had fallen out of the bun he had put it in yesterday morning. He brushed through it carefully with his fingers, before tying it back up as neat as he could manage with the little energy he had. He swapped into fresh clothes, before walking over to the mirror. His face looked pale, the bags under his eyes a harsh contrast. He hoped it was just the poor lighting, he looked at himself as if he had seen a ghost staring back at him. He pushed back the strands of hair which had already fallen forwards, making a mental note to do something about that later.
Grabbing his bag, he walked to open the door quietly so as not to wake anybody else.
However, it became apparent that there was no need.
Outside of his door sat a small white plushie which had definitely not been there when he came back last night. He bent down to pick it up, noticing that it was a crocheted cat. He studied it in his hands, running his fingers over the neat stitches. He didn't have to take many guesses to come to the conclusion of who made it; a pair of round glasses had been placed upon the cat's head.
Typical, Gojo went out of his way to make him a gift but it was still centered around himself. Even so, he couldn't suppress the smile that broke out on his face. He felt some of the weight lift from where it was sat crushing his chest as he put the cat in his bag and went out the door.
-
The room was pitch black when he woke up.
Even after allowing his eyes to adjust for a few seconds, he still could only vaguely make out the contents of the space he was lying in.
A headache was already beginning to creep in, pressure building up behind his eyes as he pushed his face into his pillow, hoping sleep would capture him once again. Suddenly, a heavy knock stole the silence of the room.
Right, that must have been what had woken him.
More knocks came with clear intent, as if there was important business he needed to attend to.
He pushed his head further into the pillow, maybe if he ignored them for long enough they would go away.
'Suguruuuuu,' a voice called, and Geto knew he had no chance of winning this battle.
The knocking got even more urgent, it sounded as if the person on the other side of the door was going to burst in at any moment.
'One minute,' Geto called, hoping to postpone the start of the day even if it was only a few minutes later. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes before glancing over at the clock beside his bed. 'Shit,' he said, jumping out of bed and rushing to pull his clothes on. The time was 8:35, he was going to be late to-
The door suddenly burst open, two small figures rushing in as a taller one walked more casually behind them.
'Jeez, if we don't set off in the next few minutes they're going to be late to school,' Gojo sighed, walking over to open the curtains, as Mimiko and Nanako rushed over to him.
Geto squinted as the light flooded his room.
'And you're the one always nagging them about the importance of being on time. See girls, he isn't such a good role model after all is he?' Gojo continued, and Geto just rolled his eyes.
'Good morning to you too. Guess I didn't hear my alarm,' he mumbled, 'Couldn't you just teleport them there anyway? I'm sure they wouldn't complain,'.
Gojo grinned, always happy to get the opportunity to show off the extent of his power. He hadn't quite got the hang of teleporting successfully every time just yet, but he wouldn't refuse the chance to practise.
'They'd miss you too much, and besides I needed to show you something,' Gojo started, before calling the girls over and whispering conspiratorially in their ears. Geto laughed to himself at the sight, it really was too early for this.
'Close your eyes Suguru,' Gojo said, and Geto complied.
He heard rustling and some giggles, and after a few seconds, Nanako spoke this time, 'You can open them now,'.
Geto opened them to see the girls standing in front of him, each wearing a scarf and a pair of gloves which were slightly (extremely) too big for them. He immediately recognised the garments as the ones he had made for Gojo what seemed like so long ago. He hadn't seen them for ages, wondering if Gojo had got rid of them at some point, but deep down he knew he would never. He had made him multiple after all, it was impossible for him to wear every single item of clothing he had ever made.
Gojo stood behind them beaming, hands on his hips as he examined Geto's reaction. Geto felt like crying.
'Well? Nice surprise or what?' Gojo walked towards him and rested his arm on his shoulder. 'It's getting cold again, and I figured I shouldn't let your hard work go to waste. Besides, I've got plenty of scarves to share,' Geto laughed slightly at this, how had he found the time to make so many?
The truth was that the reaction Gojo gave him every time he gifted him something new made it worth it, he couldn't help himself.
'They might need a few more years to grow into the gloves though,' Gojo laughed.
'They really suit you, you're going to be the warmest people at school now,' Geto said to the girls, walking over to them to neaten up the scarves.
‘And the most fashionable,' Gojo added, walking over to the door.
'But Satoru was right, you really are going to be late now,' Geto continued, patting each of them on the head.
'Want me to take them? So you can take your time getting ready?' Gojo suggested, and as much as Geto wanted to protest that he was perfectly capable of taking them himself, the offer did sound nice. He thanked Gojo, kissing his head softly before Gojo leaned down to capture his lips. Geto stepped back, ignoring the protests that began to come out of Gojo's mouth.
'Thought you needed to leave?' he grinned, pushing Gojo out the door. 'I'll see you soon, have a nice day girls,'.
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Geto ran his fingers through the white hair on his lap, trying but failing to focus on the movie that was playing.
He knew the plot by heart anyway, it was something they used to watch at least once a week back in their time at school. Gojo had suggested they put it back on as a throwback, something to do as they huddled up in their shared room to fight the cold away.
Geto couldn't keep his attention away from the man lying on his lap, who was currently taking up more than half of the space on the bed, but he didn't care.
He was happy.
He leant down to press a kiss onto the top of Gojo's head, and another one on his nose as he turned to face him.
'I love you,' Geto whispered. It wasn't the first time he had spoken those words, they made up a large part of his vocabulary these days, but they never felt any less true.
'I love you too,' Gojo whispered back, and Geto’s heart fluttered like it was the first time he had heard it.