Do You Wanna Makeout To Deftones?

Do you wanna makeout to Deftones?

drew this for that one thread with @cadavors

unlocked my route. new character scenes about to happen for gojo.

      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.

      awful big brother, can't even guess right ... anyways. ❛ but i got two right. ❞

choso: this is my brother, yuji choso: i don't know anything about him

      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. ”