Moments like these had always come a dime a dozen when it came to Saturo. Flashbacks of memories, painted in gold and light, of times where Gojo had posed the exact same question. Where the question had been slathered in innocence, dripping with honey and gold as Geto would abide the request with a single beat out of step. Tangle their limbs together and lose himself within Gojo’s essence. Easier times. Happier times. Why couldn’t time have stopped then and there?

‘Just stay’. Two words, heavy as lead and as pointed as barbed wire, dragged down his throat as he swallowed them straight from Gojo’s mouth. Loading the bullets into the chamber with every syllable, all Suguru could do was look at Gojo, pathetic and desperate.  “You know I can’t, not anymore Saturo.”  The light had filtered in so picturesquely through the split in the blinds, hitting only Gojo as he lay half propped up on the bed, making his eyes look like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Which they were. This wasn’t supposed to be this hard, nor was it supposed to become this complicated.   One last time. One last time.   Again and again. Whatever willpower still lived within Geto, he used it to tear his gaze from the six eyes that had trapped him so.

It would kill him. Saturo would kill him. This he knew well, not now but eventually. Who had ever come close to being a match to either of them? While his world grew so dark, so dirty, he refused to let anyone be dragged with him. 

He was stupid to think this time wouldn’t be like the others, like they both wouldn’t crumble and collide again. Damn Saturo and his infinity. Before Suguru had even made a stand for the door, he felt lips against his. Soft and familiar, there was no mistaking them, no mistaking him and the way his hand gripped Suguru's wrist, or how the other hand cradled his jaw. He often forgot just how fast Gojo could move. He kissed him back, but only for a moment, pulling back an inch and gaze averting to anywhere but those damn eyes. 

i love her so much ;-;