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beep beep: moved here, same url and everything.

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SATORU IS USED TO HIS CASTLE HIGH WALLS, A STAND OF ARCHITECTURE THAT CAN WITHSTAND BLOWS. satoru doesn't tend to want anyone in, a fortress that keeps his heart encased. except, he's a contradiction wishing people could see that he's just a soft man underneath it all. he thinks the only person he could let in like this is suguru because he knows the world that he lives in is filled with people wanting him for his money, his name, or the status that anyone can garner from him. it's why he started living with suguru in the first place. he wanted to be away from all the politics that came with his name. satoru knows eventually he will have to go back to residing in his own apartment.

he likes that suguru doesn't treat him any less or bend himself to satoru's will. he's not a piece of hot glass being blown into a piece for a vase, ready to be sold. the two of them tended to butt heads for the first few months of living together until they had reached their common ground. other than that, it was a slow burn of satoru realizing he had feelings for his roommate. the call of his name puts him at ease, his own track being put on repeat with the cadence of playfulness behind it all. satoru wonders what he would sound like moaning his name. ❛ yes, when?❜ he repeats the same question with the eagerness he's always had.

satoru is aware of the commitment behind such a thing & how most people think it's an omen of doom. he didn't quite think so, to him it showed a connectedness to that person, no matter where they were. even if memories could be painful, he knows that it would be worth it to have a mark to memorialize how much the raven haired male meant to him.

he leans into touch as he listens to suguru's words carefully, mirth spreads as he pays heed to the compliment. ❛ oh, suguru you haven't seen anything yet. you should just let me flirt with you.❜ not that he hasn't, but satoru is trying to be forward with intentions. he wanted to be the chess piece who's move is obvious. ❛ oh, ho, ho. so you finally caught on? you know exactly what i mean by that. ❜ this time he takes the time to tilt suguru's face towards him. his thumb brushes against gentle lips before his smile softens, easier to digest with what he's about to do. ❛ your first everything, ❜ the intensity of his sapphire occulars could convey his meaning, but he knows he's never been that good with his words when it comes to his feelings. ❛your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love. ❜

he eases just a little as he listens to suguru's explanation, he knows how he plans to seal this. he lets the drawing steal his gaze away. it was a beautiful drawing of matching koi fish, it was both of them. ❛ i am serious, but it's gorgeous. ❜ satoru wanted to have it on his skin, a permanent reminder of everything they were together. ❛ if you don't believe how serious i am, then let me show you. ❜ he pulls his hold away from suguru before leaning downwards, cupping his chin before pressing the taste of his strawberry lips against suguru's. he wants to be everything to suguru, just like he had showed him so many things.

suguru had managed to procure his official license to be a tattoo artist in just two years. he's always been artistic and steady with his hands, but he wanted to make absolute sure that he would be ready to mark his art on someone permanently. he was always found sketching designs, having more than 2 portfolio's worth of art ready to be inked on skin, but he had a special design in reserves for one person only. while he was officially a tattoo artist, suguru still wanted to peruse his degree in pathology and fine arts, hence he settled on waiting to be an official tattoo artist for after he graduated, although he does have an official set up for whenever he was prepared.

the only thing stopping him was that his first customer has quite the uncommon and unorthodox request. satoru has been asking for the past two years to be his first client whenever suguru passed his courses and studies. graceful hands pause in sketching out a long dragon, the colors looking almost water color-like even though it was shaded in with color pencil. he looks over to the source of his distraction, satoru; as he peers at his work. it never ceased to amuse him whenever the other would look so enamored with his art. it gave him more confidence than he knew what to do with.

“satoru,” he purrs, corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile, feeling those arms wrap snuggly around him. he hates to admit it, but he adores how clingy satoru could be. he didn't often like sharing his personal space with others, preferring social distance at all times, but something about his roommate's comforting touch sent his heart into a tizzy every time. he hums thoughtfully, being asked this same question again. it's not like he's stalling on purpose but... “when? hmm, let me see,” he ponders softly, knowing he couldn't stall any longer on the promise he'd made to him.

the only thing he isn't sure of is getting matching tattoos - ignore the fact that he already has an idea in mind, but he would hate to get one only for something to happen and it be a reminder of every that could have been but never was. however looking into those gorgeous sapphire eyes, suguru felt as if a possibility like that would never exist. his heart felt like it was in the heavens as the other proclaims he wants to be his first. there were quite a lot of those in that bold yet ambiguous words; first client, first love, first kiss...

he turns to look at him, gaze soft and enamored. “you have quite a way with words, satoru. those public speaking classes do you good,” he teases with a soft smile, the lilt to his voice amused. “you know i promised you would be my first, i plan to keep that promise.” suguru lifts a hand to smooth snow white locks back, enjoying the softness of it and relishing that it's his hands satoru enjoys doing this to him. “i assume you mean more than just my first client with that sentence though. you can't expect me to be able to read your mind though. care to share what you meant by that?”

his head tilts tot he side, eyes flitting over to his book; the rainbow dragon only half finished, but just a few pages behind that, geto finds himself turning to that page to show satoru what he'd kept hidden from him ever since the idea of matching tattoos came up. “if you're actually serious about it... i've considered this for your first tattoo. the frayed fin black koi fish.” one that suguru thought himself as, versus the matching koi with its beautiful fins fading from white to blue. it is quite obviously meant to symbolize them for each other. he looks up at satoru to gauge his reaction. “what do you think?”

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gojos to soften the blows from the jjk ending

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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for muses who just love to flirt. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) 

"Let me distract you."

"Let's misbehave."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

"I'd look good on you."

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"

"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"

"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."

"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."

"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."

"Your lips would look so much better on mine."

"You know we should save some water, shower together."

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."

"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."

"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."

"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you."

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A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

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TWO YEARS SINCE HIS LIFE CHANGED & HE MET SUGURU GETO. the two of them were roommates & he had watched as his closest friend had pursued his dreams of wanting to be a tattoo artist. meanwhile, satoru was supplementing his learning as he was poised to take over his family's company. he has everything he could want: the striking good looks, the charms, the confidence to back his words, & money beyond his disposable. he has everything he wants except one person. lips pull into a pout as he wraps his arms around suguru. ❛ suguuuruu,❜ he whines before looking over to see what he's sketching.

satoru had always been enamored by his art. he's not sure if it's the way he draws the lines, or even the shading that makes it feel like he looking at a masterpiece. something about suguru's art pulls forth a sense of emotion in him even though he could give a rat's ass about the world. he was considered a prodigy, his sense of business was second to none, so it was obvious he was take up the mantle of ceo soon. ❛ when are you going to tattoo me? ❜ he inquires. the white haired boy had been serious about getting art done by him. he even went so far as suggested matching tattoos. it was the connection between them he wanted to solidify in a meaning of a tattoo, not to mention the way his heart seems to beat a little faster every time suguru gives him a glance. he could get lost in those amethyst eyes, a beautiful jewel that always tends to carry a sense of ease, a peace that he finds.

❛ i wanna be your first everything, ❜ he declares boldly. there was no shame in his words. maybe he was greedy when it came to suguru, desiring it all when it comes to him. it's why satoru's had not stuck to his playboy ways, in an effort to get suguru to notice him. before he had met suguru, he wouldn't bat an eyelash & discard his one night stands as if they were plastic only to be recycled by different faces. he's sure his best friend could destroy a person's hopes & dreams by rejection alone & that's why he's always scared that suguru would reject him. satoru had never felt more seen, he was a stained glass window with an easy reflection to see. no one had ever made an effort to get to know him behind all the bravado.

how much more obvious can he be? he pulls his lips into a pout, gaze softening hoping that suguru would budge with something.if shoko were here he's certain her eyeballs would fall out from rolling her eyes too much.

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mulling over archiving this blog so i can get a fresh start and all.

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IT'S ALMOST LIKE WORKING A NINE TO FIVE WITH THE WAY THAT HE GETS SUMMONED TO TAKE CARE OF SPIRITS. at this point he might as well be the sole janitor, taking the responsibility of being the strongest one meant missions left & right, & he's cleaning up all their messes. he is used to that mantle of being able to handle missions alone & he doesn't hate it. the truth is satoru revels in it, he's the blockade that protects most jujutsu sorcerers & he wears it proudly. the truth of the matter is, the increased activity in cursed spirits is truly something to think about. he supposes he would settle those discussions with the elder farts considering they'll be even more alarmed at the unsettling rate.

the taller male takes the moment to open the door to the teacher's lounge, most desks are empty considering most are busy but their life expectancy has a differing expiration date. a wide smile occurs when he spots the man he'd been dying to see once he finished the mission. ❛suuuuguruuuuuu, i'm back, ❜ he drawls out in a sing songy voice. satoru takes the moment to wrap his arms around the other, taking in the scent of familiarity between the two. it appears he'd been grading something or maybe it was some paperwork. he can't be bothered to ask. instead he'll demand that suguru's attention is on him instead.

❛did ya miss me? ❜ he inquires before lathering the other in open affection as he clings onto the other. the two of them had been through a long road together, a part of it almost having the two split up, but they had rejoined once again. ❛treat me out cause i'm back home early. ❜a demand is made like a ransom note & satoru is taking suguru prisoner to his antics. he'd been cherishing this moment coming back home to suguru is something he always wants, but he could hardly call the school grounds home. maybe he would make a demand to head to his apartment & be at ease there.

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he is overly affectionate, a traffic light with the ones that he cares about, but the magnitude seems to grow exponentially when it comes to suguru. he can feel large hands explore every crevice of his well defined body. ❛ do you? maybe you can refresh my memory.❜ he's teasing now, every bit of flirting that oozes out of satoru is because suguru applies pressure. ❛ ah, well you know i've always thought you had a way with words, i've always loved that mouth of yours. ❜ satoru takes the moment to dip his head as if he was offering himself even further. at least until he was ready to pounce suguru himself.

suguru doesn't know if the rising heat is coming from the summer temperatures, or satoru himself. either way its a pleasant one that has eager hand pawing at defined muscles. “i know plenty of ways to help, satoru~. perhaps you can pick one you like,” suguru purrs, nosing the crook of the other's neck. “i could, but your outfit would look much better on the floor, and you'd be more marvelous without it.”

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cerulean orbs rest carefully on suguru as he feels arms encase him in a hold that he's only familiar with. it comes with the ache of always wanting to have suguru in his space that he welcomes. ❛oh? how are you going to help me do that? ❜ a pause as he relaxes, the cocky inflection in his voice is typical for someone like satoru. ❛ i know i do, are you going to appreciate it more? ❜ gojo knows what he was doing.

overzealous arms wrap squarely around his middle, nice and secure. “you can enjoy that right here, can't you,” he hums quietly. “you look too good in this outfit.”

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❛ nowhere, suguru. ❜ then he takes the moment to plop on suguru's lap. ❛ but here. someone sounds excited. i'm just trying to enjoy hot boy summer. ❜

@gohjuo: gojo vc: suguru, are you drooling?

“satoru~! where are you going? you can park your butt right here on my lap.”

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CEO of hot boy summer

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please bear with me as i slowly get back into gojo.

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❛ since when do you talk that way? ❜

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sometimes he thinks his apathy reaches an all time high like the temperature rising during a summer. there is not much to being a jujutsu sorcerer other than being saddled with missions that were cumbersome. considering him & suguru were deemed special grade sorcerers is a feat in itself, he decides he will have his fun too. he is content with going this way since he knows the both of them are unstoppable with each other. it's why when they finally get new students does gojo perk up at the idea of finally having a kouhai. ❛ nanaaamin, whatever do you mean? ❜ he feigns his innocence even though he would like to see the cause of annoyance that strikes nanami's face.

his fingers reach for his sunglasses before deliberately pulling them down to the bridge of his nose. a cerulean gaze that contains an ocean of experience & haughty nature meets the other. ❛ you're my kouhai, aren't ya? shouldn't it be a senpai's job to take their kouhai under their wing? ❜ truthfully, he doesn't know what it means & for all intents & purposes he's just bullshitting his way through. he doesn't have the luxury of caring for anyone really outside of the few people who have managed to catch his attention. he can hear yaga-sensei scolding him in his head about the idea that he needs to be more of a team player.

❛ unless you don't want to be my cute kouhai-chan. ❜ his lips pull into a pout & the perpetual state of amusement that brings along with his normal facade. he's a teenage boy at the end of the day, he should be able to afford goofing off. ❛ what's your answer, nanamin?❜

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