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They shouldn't even be in this part of the city.
Shinjuku at night was exceptionally loud, buzzing with drunk people twice their age — people who have probably made twice-as-bad decisions. Suguru can feel the pulse of conversation in his fingertips as he and Satoru wait in line outside of the club.
“Nervous?” Gojo grinned, as if he was born to thrive in madness, “Well don't be! We'll get in for sure.”
Suguru fidgeted with the fake wristband before responding, “We're seventeen.”
“They don't know that! I promise you they won't even look twice.”
Geto sighed, slightly irritated but still following Satoru, as he typically did.
The bouncer barely looked up as he allowed Satoru in, then Suguru. Geto swore he felt his heart stop before he heard Gojo's familiar laugh.
“Told you.”
“Fuck you…”
“Shut up, let's get drinks!”
With that, Satoru grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers as he led Suguru to the bar.
“I've never drank…”
“Never?!” Gojo responded, looking surprised.
“Is it that surprising, Satoru?”
“Kinda, yeah, but don't worry! I'll get you something good!”
Gojo grinned, before ordering two shots of tequila for each of them. He was the first to take a shot, wincing before chasing it with lime.
“Strong?” Suguru questioned, teasingly.
“Yeah…it kind of tastes like hand sanitizer.”
Geto laughed, before taking his.
“Oh wow, you're right.”
“Whatever happens tonight won't be my fault.”
They drank. And drank. And drank. The surrounding noise was suddenly a pleasant addition to their situation.
“Suguru…” Gojo slurred, his hot breath tickling Geto's neck, “It's our song!”
Geto attempted to tune in, his ears slightly ringing from intoxication.
“…Baby, you're the baddest
Baby, you're the baddest girl, and, uh
Nobody else matters
Nobody else matters girl…”
The speakers sang the melody and Suguru found himself leaning on Satoru, tapping his foot to the beat.
“C'mon, dance with me, Suguru!”
“You're drunk.”
“Whateverrrrr!” Satoru whined, tugging at Suguru's sleeve like a restless child, “Dance with me before I die or something!”
Geto rolled his eyes playfully, feeling at peace with the combination of loud music, alcohol, and the one he loved most.
“You won't die,” he responded, despite letting Gojo lead him to the dance floor.
“I knew you looooved me…”
Satoru grinned, loopy and more relaxed than usual. The neon lights painted his light, pale features with bright pinks and yellows. His jawline was especially defined as he sang along poorly to the lyrics.
“Nobody else matters, nobody else matters!”
The bass thudded and the world seemed to slow a little more as they danced, laughing and gazing at each other with a sense of longing.
Satoru's world was large, with many people and a lot of chaos. However, at this moment, he shared life with only one other man.
Suguru Geto.
And maybe it was the tequila, or perhaps the love they shared, but all Suguru knew at that moment was that he was enjoying this — enjoying being seventeen, reckless, and oh so stupid.
“I love you,” Satoru smiled, gentler than before. It was as if he didn't know what he was saying, yet still meant his words with every bit of his being.
“Don't say things like that…” Suguru mumbled, flustered.
“Why? I mean it. I love you, Suguru.”
His hands tightened around Geto's waist, his touch almost bruising. Neither of them cared.
“Let's go somewhere else. Somewhere private,” Suguru whispered, staring into Satoru's eyes with a loving gaze; anyone else would've confused the look with lust.
“Where?” Gojo responded softly.
“Doesn't matter.”
And he meant it. Nobody else mattered, not with this alcohol in his system and the way the music throbbed through his veins.
Gojo took his hand, leading him to a vacant bathroom. Locking the door behind them, Satoru spoke gently.
“Whatever happens in here,” he spoke, pushing Geto against the sink, “still won't be my fault…”
Fluorescent lights hummed, and so did Suguru's breathing as Satoru began to kiss along his jawline.
“I won't regret this,” Suguru softly spoke.
“How do you know for sure? You're drunk.”
“I wouldn't have come if I didn't wanna kiss you,” he sighed gently as Gojo's lips trailed down to his collarbone, “Is it dirty that I look forward to stuff like this?”
“A little,” Gojo smirked, “But it's alright. I do too.”
Their lips met in a soft, desperate kiss, Suguru sucking at his bottom lip, evoking a sinful noise from Gojo. Geto smiled into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly to deepen their passion.
Gojo's fingers slid up Geto's sides, and Geto's fingers clutched at Gojo's shirt.
“You're shaking,” Satoru commented, breaking the kiss.
“You're hallucinating it,” Suguru rebutted, licking his lips. He was, in fact, trembling.
Gojo laughed softly, kissing him again.
“I hope nobody catches us,” Suguru said between kisses.
“But kinda hope they catch us,” Gojo grinned.
They probably shouldn't be walking back to the dorms like this, smelling of alcohol and stumbling across sidewalks, but they didn't care. The love they shared left them tired and yet more empowered than before.
Shinjuku’s neon haze flickered against the rain-slick sidewalk, puddles catching pinks and yellows that rippled with every drunken step they took. Suguru’s hand was still linked with Satoru’s, fingers warm and loose. The air smelled like cigar smoke, cheap cologne, and the lingering taste of tequila on both their tongues.
“Slow down…” Suguru slurred.
“I'm going slow! Not my fault you can't walk, y'know…” Satoru giggled, swaying their interlocked hands.
“I'm walking fine…” Geto responded, despite his uneven steps.
“You're walking like you just learned how to,” Gojo laughed.
They continued in comfortable silence, before the rain started picking up once more.
“Ah man…” Gojo groaned, half-heartedly.
“We should go quicker,” Suguru said, attempting to run but stumbling.
“Live in the moment, Suguru! Let's get soaked. We're gonna get in trouble anyway.”
They managed back to the dorms, drenched and smelling of tequila.
After getting chewed out by the higher ups, Gojo giggled softly to Suguru, “Love you, goodnight…”
They made their own separate ways to their dorms, each of them changing and falling asleep with a gentle throb starting in their heads.
But tonight, nobody else mattered.
Nobody.