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1. who doesn’t wanna see gojo get railed;

2. the idea that geto was the only person he let in so close stabs me in the heart (he let him in through his infinity and beyond LMAO);

3. gojo always takes care of other ppl’s messes, it’d be nice for him to get taken care of at home (geto’s been doing this since hs, too, reminding him to rest, telling him he did great, wanting to feed him, etc—like imagine the aftercare, god);

Satoru looked at him over the rim of the cup, and for some reason Suguru's calm expression irritated him in a new way. Not because it was unpleasant, but because it seemed impossible that anyone could remain so whole after a shift like that. Maybe he had always been that way by nature, or it was a built skill, which was probably more likely, because that's the kind of thing you only learn when you spend too much time holding other people's suffering in your hands.  "Do you always do that?" Satoru asked before thinking better of it.  Suguru raised his eyebrows. "Do what?"  "You go around acting… like you know exactly what everyone needs and then disappear before anyone can thank you."  This time, Suguru's smile was smaller, more direct, almost shy in the corner of his mouth. "It works better that way." 

Where Satoru Gojo is an intensive care physician in the ICU, and Suguru Geto is a pediatric nurse.

Or

Where Satoru Gojo discovers with Suguru Geto that there is much more humanity and sweetness beyond trying to be the perfect and unstoppable doctor all the time.