#limitlless

they're focused , fingers blackened by the charcoal of their pencils , using slender digits to liberally shade , and smooth lines .

philomene has long since ceased needing the subject of his sketch to remain still ; a stranger , captivating in their own way , blissfully ignorant to the blond's project .

it wasn't until @limitlless' shadow casts over their shoulder that the other pauses , looking up wide eyed , to find the subject of their artwork now looming a bit too close .

It's terribly unconvincing , lacking any real certitude that may make his confidence somewhat believable . Even if he had managed to compose himself enough to deliver the command without voice wavering , Satoru's posture sinks until his height is level with Suguru's ; the ego he usually carries now weighing far too heavy on broad shoulders .

A knowing smile tugs the corners of Suguru's lips . He allows silence to linger a moment too long , attentive to Satoru's expression should it further give way to embarrassment . To his disappointment , the stubborn need to win is enough to prevent this moment from occurring .

Should be easy enough to remind him of his place .

Suguru's tongue clicks against his teeth , a low and questioning hum emitting from his throat .

' I hope that's not the best you could manage after years , Satoru . That's hardly worth a slap on the wrist ... ' Despite his apparent dismissal , he's no intention to completely ignore this challenge .

Lazy steps carry him forward — no need to rush the moment , for it's one he's positive they've both pondered : when we meet again , will our hearts beat the same ? A hand eager to know the answer rises , extends to breach infinity as if they , filthy with sin , deserve to find home within his blue once more .

Leave it to Satoru to command immediate attention — Suguru had just barely managed to redirect his focus back to the worn page he'd bookmarked days ago , only to be pulled from it prematurely . It's not impossible to ignore at first , and a stubborn Suguru does his best to drown out the dramatic sound effects following every "blow" . He'd like to finish this chapter , at the very least , but a swing that comes dangerously close to connecting with his forehead carries wind with it , knocking his bangs out of place and obscuring his vision .

' Satoru ... '

His tone carries a hint of exhaustion , but it is not with Satoru . Never with Satoru . Suguru knows he gives in far too easily , and that prompts the groan following his words as he spins chair to face the enraged Gojo . Hands rise with palms open , makeshift punch mitts he pushes forward to willfully connect with a few blows .

With another meeting between the schools , it seemed appropriate the adults have their own goodwill event . Shoko suggested a few drinks after dinner , and with the promise of alcohol at the ready to numb her senses , it couldn't be too bad ...

How wrong she was .

Shoko , angelic as she is , made sure to take the seat between Satoru & Utahime ; with Nanami across from Gojo , she had hoped whatever conversation they engrossed themselves in would spare her any unwanted attention . Foolish of her to think he wouldn't attempt to drag her into the conversation , though it is no surprise he'd resort to such childish measures to piss her off . Gojo has perfected the art of pushing her buttons , and tonight , the sake only serves to increase her irritability .

' Are you s — ' Pbbt . ' You asked me a q — ' Pbbt . ' Can I t — ' Pbbbbbbbbbbt .

Her hand reaches for her glass , and Shoko scoots back in her chair in an instinctual act of self - preservation . Utahime knows it'll never actually hit him , but there's at least satisfaction in expelling the anger from her body however she can .

' Are you fucking twelve ?!? I don't think the students would even do something immature , but a grown man ? Grow up , Gojo !! '

@limitlless / lyric-based starters.

"Oh!   Satoru!"   dainty   hand   gave   a   quick   wave   in   hopes   of   getting   the   others   attention.   

"I   know   you've   been   absent   as   off   late   ...   so   I   took   some   additional   notes   for   you"   Sigrika's   smile   was   as   sweet   as   dusk   honeypot   blooms   as   she   held   out   the   notebook   towards   him.