LIVING ROOM — SOMETIME PAST MIDNIGHT.

the television flickers blue, then silver, then blue again, where a spacecraft wobbles on visible strings on screen, and alien speaks in dubbed monotone.

AUGUST and SATORU both laugh. it’s the kind of laughter that belongs only to these hours shared between them: soft and conspiratorial… perhaps a little delirious.

SATORU: wow, how terrifying.

AUGUST: better not kick me in my sleep from any nightmares you get after watching this.

he only snorts at that, and they feel it move through his whole body. somewhere along the way, the movie stops mattering; their cheek finds a home over his chest instead. human and impossible dear is his heart that they feel steady beneath the cotton of his shirt.

at the same time, SATORU’S fingers begin to move through their hair on instinct. this is the thing about him that no one else gets to witness. how quiet he becomes in the dark, how utterly gentle. all his stillness he keeps hidden beneath all the dazzling noise.

SATORU: (kissing their crown) you’re falling asleep.

AUGUST: mhm…

“Hey.”

His voice is soft and even. He’s using that strange, satiny tone again. It makes you nauseous. You stop in the doorway, facing the hall.

“Gojo,” you start, voice already strained. You know what’s coming.

He sighs softly, interrupting you before you can get any further.

“No, just listen, just hold on.” Gentle. Careful. Coaxing.

You turn to look back at him. He’s leaning against his desk, one palm flat against the wood to support his weight. His lips are pressed tight and thin, and even through the blindfold you can feel his eyes on you.

You don’t want this, not right now. Not when he’s using that voice. Not when everything was starting to feel normal again, not when you’re—

You pull your lip back between your teeth and bite down til it stings, but you don’t move.

He sighs, and tugs on the blindfold so it falls down around his neck, fingers immediately moving to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I just… care about you,” He says, head tilted at the floor,

“That’s all I was going to say, I swear. I just wanted to make sure you knew you had someone in your corner. Is all.”

His ears are pink. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, and you realize he’s blushing.

“Gojo—“

“That’s all I was gonna say,” he interrupts again, looking up at you. His eyes flash as they meet yours, electric blue. Something in your ribs unravels a little.

“I swear,” He repeats, when you don’t speak. It forces a soft huff out of you, almost a laugh.

“Thanks,” You manage. It comes out a little flatter than you mean for it to. You take a breath.

bananas ✦ what song are you two singing at karaoke?

sugar ✦ what is something that you do (or say) that flusters them? and how do they fluster you?

butter ✦ how do they comfort you when you’re sad?

augojo banana bread… AVI IM GOING TO SQUISH YOU SO HARD.

karaoke is everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears ! satoru is very passionate though and while i tap out after one song, he’s going solo for the rest of the night no shame

satoru gets flustered when i show affection where people can see :’) he’s so used to me grabbing him and kissing him when we’re at home that his infinity has almost a muscle memory when im near, and opens up when i reach for him, so when i lean in to kiss his cheek and skin actually meets skin he always goes bright red and has to take a moment to collect himself AGH it’s so cute

nothing about satoru gojo flusters me. (lying) (all he has to do is make eye contact)