Starting To Sense The Filth That Taints My Soul, Once So VacantFeeling My Ring Of Shame That Kept Control,

Starting to sense the filth that taints my soul, once so vacant Feeling my ring of shame that kept control, start to break apart

suna gets a call from your coworkers one night that you're drunk and passed out after a work event, and he runs all the way to the bar to come and pick you up. he shows up a questionably short time later in his rumpled ejp track suit, his hair a mess, and with stars in his eyes. he looks as though he went racing out the door the moment he got the apologetic phone call (because he did.)

your coworkers are flustered when rintarou arrives—this tall, handsome, professional athlete who they've never seen before—shooting each other wide-eyed looks as this mystery man gently pries you up out of the booth you're slumped in and into his arms. they're all left blushing when he bows (as best he can with his arms wrapped around you) and thanks them so politely for calling him to come and get you.

he carries you the whole way home with a big, silly smile stretching from ear to ear while he watches your sleeping face. it's a dopey grin that if you were conscious to see you'd probably bully him about.

but after all this time, he finally got to meet your coworkers—and even though you're going to be mortified in the morning, and would never have allowed it were you sober enough to intervene, he couldn't be more pleased about it.

some doodle

athletic toji

cowboy gojo please save me