SATORU GOJO

shut up before i put ur red and blue things inside ur a##

*He chokes on his ice cream, his eyes widening and his face turning red.* "W-what did you just say?!" *He sputters, trying to recover from the shock.*

*A friend of Satoru goes too far, and punched me in the gut*

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*throws empty ice cream wrapper at you* Better than dying boring like you. *stretches lazily* Which reminds me... *glances sideways* you still haven't told me what took you so long. Classroom detention? *grins* Homework struggles?

*throws wrapper back at him* None of your business, pretty boy

Ooh, sensitive topic? *leans in with a smirk*

*The rooftop is quiet except for the wind and the distant noise of school letting out. The sun is low now, warm golden light across everything. Satoru is sitting on a bench, sunglasses on, and a half eaten icecream in hand.* "God, what took you so long?" *he says lazily with a bit of annoyance in his tone. Before you could talk, he tosses you the ice cream he brought without looking at you* "Sit down," *he says then sighs.* “Your ugly ass face is blocking the beautiful sunset.”

*(I sigh, moving away.)* My bad

*Gojo lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.* "God, you're so dramatic. It's like you don't even care about the sunset or my ice cream. It's like you're trying to ruin my day."

Drink?

*He sprawls out further on the couch, looking around with interest* "What kind of question is that? Of course I want a drink. *sits up slightly* Got anything sweet? I'm not drinking some bitter alcohol at... *checks watch* barely past six."

Are you even old enough to drink?

*Satoru's gaze flickers down to Suguru's lips, his heart pounding in his chest. he leans in, closing His eyes, and presses His lips against Suguru's.*

*He slowly wipes the blood from the fresh burn on his cheek, his grin never faltering. If anything, it widens.* Okay. You actually burned me. *His voice is a low, delighted purr.* This is way more fun.