Yet another Satosugu fic!!! I’ve been obsessed with them so much lately lollll. It snowed where I live so it inspired this fic. Hope you like it! Also made it so it can be seen as a ship or just casual friends.

Warnings: None aside from tickling and tooth rotting fluff, so if that makes you uncomfortable or it’s not your thing feel free to just keep scrolling.

Summery: Geto finds out what happens when you try and start a snow ball fight with Gojo.

“Suguru! Suguru it snowed!!!” Gojo cried excitedly as he pointed to the window of his friends Jujutsu high dorm room. Geto groaned as his eyes fluttered open.

“Ugh… Satoru do we really have to do this now? Todays a day off and I want to sleep.” Geto mumbled, trying to role over.

“Not today!” Gojo explained. “Suguru Geto you are getting up and getting your tired ass dressed now! I want to go out!” Gojo whined as he tugged at the blanket Geto tried cocooning around himself.

Eventually the black haired teen sighed. “Alright. Fine you win. We’ll go outside.” Geto said in resignation. God Gojo was all too much like a puppy who needed a walk. Geto couldn’t help finding that honestly a little adorable.

Geto kicked Gojo out so he could change, putting his hair up in his usual man bun.

They pulled on their coats and Geto followed an exited Gojo outside.

“Gojo be careful. It’s icy out here.” Geto warned as Gojo hopped along the court yard happily.

“Stop being such a worry wart…” Gojo said trying to assure him as he enjoyed the feeling of walking in the snow.

Geto just stood there enjoyed the feeling of the snowflakes on his face as Gojo started trying to build a snowman.

“Hey Suguru you gonna help me or what?” Gojo asked witha. Grunt as he struggled to roll the now heavy snow ball.

Geto huffed out an exasperated chuckle as he joined him to help push the slowly growing snow ball.

Unfortunately they pushed too hard because the snow ball started to break apart, and due to the force of pushing, they both fell to the ground in the snow.

Satoru was too busy rolling on the floor and laughing at the silly situation as Geto huffed.

“It’s not that funny…” He said with a frown.

Gojo then pointed to Getos face as he kept laughing. “Th-there’s snow all over you…” Gojo managed through his hysterical giggling.

Geto looked down to see snow all over him. He the shot a lighthearted glare, making a smaller snow ball and throwing it at Gojos face.

Gojo was taken by surprise when the ball hit him and his laughter stopped abruptly.

“Oh you little…” Gojo then shot his own playful glare as he made his own snow ball and threw it back to Geto.

Soon it got physical and they were pushing and kicking at one another.

The two grunted and groaned as they landed blows to each other. At one point Gojo accidentally jabbed Getos side, who let out a small shriek and flinched back.

Gojo paused, stunned at what just happened, then slowly smirked.

“What’s this Suguru…? Is somebody ticklish?” Gojo teased, going for another poke.

Geto backed away on the ground, which they were both still on, throwing his arms up In defense.

“N-no… no no no, Satoru don’t you dare!!” Geto protested, his voice sounding more frantic as Gojo got closer.

Gojo was smirking only wider as his fingers wiggled in his face. Soon he jumped up and pounced on him.

“W-wAH! YOU MOTH- AHHahahaahaha!!!” Geto unfortunately was interrupted by high pitched laughter as Gojos hands snuck under his jacket and found his sides. Because his hands were basically trapped under his coat, Geto was pretty much stuck. He squirmed and writhed around on the floor as Gojo towered over him more and more.

“Awe so you are ticklish! That’s adorable!” Gojo cooed as he watched his friend laugh uncontrollably and squirm around.

Soon Gojo made his way up and into his ribs as he massaged his fingers against the sensitive bones. Geto squealed out and his laughter grew.

“G-GohOhoHoHOHOhojohoho!!!!” Geto cried as he tried pushing his friend off him uselessly. “Th-thahahahats COHoHohold!!!”

Gojo only smirked more. “Oh really? Let me warm up my hands then…” he went farther up and stuffed his hands into the quite warm hollows of his armpits.

Geto shrieked as he began squirming more violently.

“GEHEHET OUHUHUT OHOHOF THEHERE!!” Geto screamed out in his laughter in his frantic and desperate struggling.

Gojo kept it up for a bit, tickling wherever he could reach. He then went down to his friends hips, gently kneading them.

Getos laughter became hysterical and soon he was near silently laughing, kicking his legs desperately as he desperately pushed against Gojos hands.

Gojo chuckled and soon stopped, allowing Geto to breathe.

Geto stayed like that on the floor and Gojo burst into more laughter.

Geto just lay back on the ground, panting with exhaustion. His eyes wide with a bit of shock. Geto soon frowned and shot a glare at his white haired friend.

“Geto y-your face is all red!” Gojo cried out while giggling. It was true. Getos face was flushed a bright red color. Wether it was from the laughter or embarrassment who’s to say. Geto would claim it was just the cold.

The back haired teen just rolled his eyes and grinned. “Alright then Satoru. Why don’t we make your face red too? Your my friend so it’s only fair we match…” Geto smirked as he wiggled his fingers slowly.

Gojos eyes widened as he quickly got up and bolted, the two starting a game of chase, with Geto gaining on him.

Soon the two were tumbled the the ground and laughing as Geto lunged at Gojo, his fingers aiming to tickle any spot they could reach. Gojo cackling wilding under him and his arms and legs flying around wildly trying o squirm away and fend off his best friend.

It’s safe to say they had a lot of fun. Geto soon figured maybe the cold wasn’t so bad after all.