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Cold nights like this weren’t unusual for this time of year in Tokyo. Unfortunately, it was Sukuna and Toji’s turn to nightwatch the school barrier, because Tengen was still fixing it after a particularly nasty attack. The two sorcerers sat on two white plastic chairs on top of one of the many rooftops in the premises, bundled up in layers underneath their uniform jackets.
This wouldn’t even happen if that privileged asshole, Gojo, hadn’t proposed that randomizer thingy to choose who’s turn it’d be to patrol. As we now know, they were the two selected for that task just a few hours earlier and they couldn’t be more annoyed by it.
Toji let out a breath that fogged in front of him due to how cold it was outside, Sukuna turned his head, waiting for him to say something, but the words never came. So, he did it himself very calmly and composed, “Do you think that Geto is currently drilling his dick in Gojo’s pampered ass?”
The older of the two scrunched his nose in disgust, turning his head slowly to the other, “Why did you have to put that image in my brain? What was the necessity?”
Sukuna shrugged, burying his face deeper into the collar of his jacket, “It just came to mind.”
“That’s disgusting.” Toji sniffled and crossed his arms around himself tightly, chasing any body heat he was radiating. Sukuna took notice of his behaviour, eyeing the way Toji’s hands grabbed onto his beefy arms. He cleared his throat, gathering his comrade’s attention, then he took a small bag from his interior pocket, “You wanna warm up?”
“What the fuck is that?”
He smirked, showing off a fang, “Pot…”
The semi-first grade straightened in his chair, still curled up on himself regardless, “Where did you even get that?” another sniffle left him. Sukuna opened the bag and took out two joints, passing one to Toji, who gladly accepted it, “You ask a lot of questions.”
After lighting up the cigars, the duo smoked in peace, listening closely to the silent night to see if any danger was close. Time passed faster this way and Sukuna was right, the joints really did offer some warmth they wouldn’t achieve by themselves alone.
Eventually, Toji examined the drugs with a slight curve to his scarred lip, “I don’t think this is hitting.” He brought the joint to his mouth and inhaled the smoke with ease.
Sukuna worked through a puff himself before responding, “Are you saying my joints ain’t shit?”
“Yeah, I don’t feel anything.”
He giggles, his deep voice rumbling in his throat, “You just wait.”
They kept quiet after, sometimes commenting on some topic of the school or some random bullshit the higher ups told them, small talk really. Half an hour has passed by now and Toji is looking up at the stars with a newfound glaze in his green eyes, “The sky’s kinda bright tonight, isn't it?”
Ryomen looks up as well, noticing, in fact, the far too bright dots hanging above them, “Yeahhh… That’s kinda weird.”
“Totally fucking weird.”
He scratches his sideburn while turning his head to stare at Toji, his mouth opening into a toothy grin, “Are we high?”
Toji makes eye contact with him, looking confused, “No, I'm down.”
“Maybe I did the wrong dose.”
“That’s nastaaayyy man…” Toji spat.
His red sclera shone in the moonlight, “Why are you talking like that Toji?”
That’s when the dark haired man laughed loudly, “I have no clue!” he ran both his large hands along his reddened face while sighing, “At least we’re not gonna die from hypothermia anymore.”
They looked at the sky once again and like babies watching those sensory videos, they couldn’t look away from the cosmos.
Sukuna spoke after being quiet for a hot minute, “Haven’t you thought about how the world could be a big unpeeled orange floating in space? Rolling and rolling around the sun, 365 days a year… What a life.”
Fushiguro nodded in agreement, not looking away from the sky, “I bet it’s Gojo free too.” Another sniffle, “Does that mean the oceans are made of orange juice?”
“I believe that would be correct.”
“I’m kinda craving oranges right now.” Admitted Toji, “The weed is making me hungry.”
He scoffed, passing his tongue under the stub of one of his many mouth piercings, “Toji… You can’t blame the weed when you’re hungry all the damn time.”
There was an offended gasp from his left side, then some rustling as Toji rearranged his position on the chair, “Are you implying something, Sukuna?”
“I’m saying that you might have a bigger back than Gojo, yeah.” he laughed.
Toji shook his head slowly, blowing out a breath that clouded in front of him, “At least I'm better than him at something!”
The bickering continued between the sorcerers and the conversations only got weirder. Somehow the conversation mutated from the planet being an orange to ordinary gossip about… anyone really. If it breathed, it would be brought forth to the chat.
Their chairs were dragged to be closer to each other and now Toji was with his head propped on his crossed arms that were on the armrest, looking up at Sukuna with his gleaming eyes. He was feeling pretty tired now, and relaxed, very relaxed .
Sukuna took notice of his look and lowered his head to rest his forehead on Toji’s, “What’chu thinking about?”
The older Fushiguro blinked slowly like a cat and sighed as if he’s had a very busy few hours, “How much it sucks to be out here in the cold while that prick Gojo is having is back blown out.”
Ryomen couldn’t help but laugh, rubbing their foreheads together, “Yet you said it was disgusting when I mentioned it!”
“Because it is, but I’ve already let it settle.”
“Toji?”
He fixed his gaze upon Sukuna, “Mhh?”
Itadori’s uncle devilishly smiled, “Let’s ruin their night…”
“Now, how would we even do that? If your plan is to walk in on them, count me out man.”
Sukuna pouted playfully, holding his head on his palm, “How dirty of you Toji… I personally wasn’t thinking of tha-”
He was interrupted by a sudden loud whine from downstairs. Toji and Sukuna turned their attention to the noise source. From what they could make out, still being high as kites, there was the familiar vision of Geto’s long hair untied and disheveled. He was wearing nothing but his boxers, clinging tightly his black clothes to his chest, “Satoru, why-”
From the inside of the open window Suguru was being kicked out of, came the bratty voice of Gojo, “YOU CAN COME BACK WHEN YOU LOVE ME!!!”
Toji muttered under his breath at the display, “What the fuck?”
Gojo went on, “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FUCKED MY ASS INTO OBLIVION AND STILL DARE TO SAY YOU WOULDN’T LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM!”
“Satoru, are you being serious?!”
There was a blob of white that stuck out of the room, “DEAD SERIOUS!”
Sukuna poked Toji’s arm to get his attention, “Are you seeing this, or am I hallucinating?” Toji didn’t look at him, too infatuated with the scene, and shook his head, “Nah. I’m also seeing this bullshit.”
“Baby, it’s too cold out here let me in-”
In a sinister voice, Satoru replied, “Your dorm is next door.” and promptly slammed the sliding window in Geto’s face.
They watched as Geto took a few moments to stare at the window and after taking it in, he made his way to his room, head down.
From above, Sukuna and Toji observed with their mouths agape, in complete disbelief. Then, the taller of the two chuckled, “Shit. We didn’t even have to do anything!”