, . Focusing On The Leisure Movement With A Now Tilted Gaze. There Is Uncertainty By What Is Being Implied,

      𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒. focusing on the leisure movement with a now tilted gaze. there is uncertainty by what is being implied, while they were on equal terms gojo was an enigma to him, something to be 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐘 of despite endearing words spared and casual glances in passing. there is so much he doesn't understand, always gnawing confusion and never-ending inquires. especially around him. ❛ i wouldn't mind, but ... ❞

      eyes begin to shift, chipping away at thoughts, indicating reservations on his meaning. ❛ how do we intend to get there from here ? ❞ a genuine 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍 , wondering if the man intended for him to run up numerous flights of stairs or perhaps launch himself despite his techniques being confined to ground level. although higher altitude effects blood pressure, much is left to be elaborated on for the minor nuances but perhaps he could keep up when necessary.

He can’t remember the last time he had a real, heartfelt conversation with someone. It’s been so long since he’s let anyone see even a glimpse of him beyond the joking, confident exterior. He will always be the strongest, the one everyone relies on, and the one who never lets anything get to him. But in moments like these, the solitude doesn’t feel so bad after all.

He notices the shift in Choso’s position, how he gets up from his spot as soon as the influx of people reaches their previously secluded spot. Satoru is not one to hang about in crowds either, unless it’s necessary. Besides, he’d rather watch everyone from a high place instead. This gives him an idea. Though, achieving that would need convincing Choso first.

“ Right. I get that. ” He takes a few steps, his height making his strides seem almost languid. He’s in no hurry yet covers ground quickly and gets beside Choso. “ How about we hang out somewhere with a view? I know a spot that’s pretty high up, if you don’t mind. ”

pulls him by the scarf for smooches.

      𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍. lashes flutter shut as though giving way completely and pressing deeper against butterfly kisses a daring hand ventures around, graceful fingers dipping into stark white locks with an almost domineering push . arriving soon after would be his arm around the man's waist, bodies aligning as mouth grazed such 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐇 lips. there is intention behind it, pressure applied to seep a tongue passed teeth. you taste sweet, that was to be expected. @brazenlystrong

      𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. they would stand facing one another, gently squeezing his palm and sensing the brisk flow of blood rushing veins. head shakes, lips unable to find a smile even now. it troubled him, not being 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 in the world as they have been. ❛ sorry i say such weird things. ❞ darkened eyes search through the blindfold his companion donned, then comes a slow press against him leaning in without hesitation. ❛ being alive for the duration i have ... it's different than living and creating memories as humans do. ❞ perhaps you could teach me , there is beauty in this new founded existence and he longed to share it with this man.

Cont. [x] // @cadavors

Oh, he ‘s soooo endearing !

He scoops Choso's hand in the hold of his own with a blend of eagerness and tenderness. A radiant smile blossoms across his face as these words instantly give him butterflies.

“ Heh, then let’s create some amazing memories together. Y’know— can’t help but say, I think it's so cute how you say things like that. ”

Do you wanna makeout to Deftones?

      𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. more often than not would the others stare when something didn’t register in his mind. be it simple banter or even innuendos which caused a flustered mess when explained : and with elaborate detail at that. exhausting, being surrounded by those whom carried themselves fluently during conversation. his eventual return is met through widened eyes. bountiful 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 , their scarlet glimmer, and pleasant aroma caressing his senses. gojo adored them, too. it made his chest tight, revising those words over and over again.

      the pillow is placed back from whence it came, but not without fumbling to make the decoration seem untouched. quite redundant considering that blindfold didn’t elude to him not seeing an obvious attempt to regain 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 . he felt nervous, as one would being an outcast. what could be said that wouldn’t embarrass him ? ❛ i'm trying to understand it, but certain topics are strange and raise more questions. ❞ deep voice, muttered as fingertips pluck the proffered fruit from a bowl.

      teeth sunk, avoiding the seed and speaking with a 𝐑𝐄𝐃 filled mouth. ❛ thank you. ❞ his manners were not exactly refined, but attempts were always made. he doesn’t know where to put the pit, so swallows it without asking or awaiting directions. eye winced, back of hand covering lips whilst stifling a cough. that hurt, but pretend it didn’t.

“ Cherry? ” he repeats with a smile immediately growing on his pristine facial features. “ Of course! It’s one of my favorite fruits and flavors. ” He remembers he used to snack on candy with cherry filling often as a teen. Without hesitation, he exits the room to enter the kitchen in the opposite corner of the living room. A cabinet is opened as he retrieves a bowl to fill it with a delicious amount of fresh, gleaming cherries, stored in the fruit baskets. He then pours a rich, dark cherry juice into a crystal glass. The deep red liquid glints under the subtle recessed lighting.

Moments later, Gojo returns, carefully placing the bowl and the drink on the table in front of Choso. He looks over at the other, how he is curled at the edge of the seat with a decorative pillow on his lap.

“ There ya go, ” he says, taking a seat beside Choso. “ Real cherries, and cherry juice. Only the best. And yeah, Yuji is right. Fruits and vegetables have a specific season they grow in. ”

Satoru can’t help but smile. There is something irresistibly cute about Choso clutching on the pillow, mayhaps seeking some quiet comfort. It is a small, endearing gesture that softens his whole presence. Gojo enjoys reading body language without giving away that fact. He’s a lot more laid-back in his position, however. Satoru is lounging, one leg now positioned across the other, his arm is hanging over the backrest. it isn't just because he's at home. He generally exudes an effortless sense of calm and relaxation.

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