Suguru x satoru

Suguru is NOT surviving this week. Here's the whole scene, with Suguru's perspective and Gojo being an absolute menace. ### A Week of Satoru Gojo Suguru Geto × Satoru Gojo · Best friends · Domestic chaos · Slow-burn tension It started with a knock on the door. Suguru wasn't expecting anyone. He opened it, only to find Satoru Gojo standing there, his hands tucked into his pockets and his familiar grin plastered across his face. "Guess who's free for an entire week?" Suguru blinked. "...Congratulations?" "That's all I get?" Satoru gasped dramatically. "I've survived countless dangerous missions, and this is how you greet me?" "Would you prefer a parade?" "Actually, yes." Suguru sighed and stepped aside. "Make yourself comfortable." Worst. Decision. Ever. Satoru's eyes practically sparkled. "Really? You're the best, Suguruuu!" And just like that, his peaceful week was over. 11:32 AM — The kitchen incident Suguru was standing in the kitchen, preparing lunch. He'd barely gotten halfway through chopping the vegetables when he heard footsteps behind him. Then, suddenly, two arms wrapped around his waist. Suguru froze momentarily. Satoru had appeared behind him, casually resting his chin—and the tip of his nose—against Suguru's shoulder. "Watcha cooking?" Suguru glanced sideways. "Food." "Wow. Really? I thought you were building a house." "Do you ever stop talking?" "Nope." Satoru tightened his arms around Suguru's waist, peeking over his shoulder at the cutting board. "Ooooh. That smells good." "You're standing in my way." "I'm supervising." "You're distracting me." "Same thing." Suguru rolled his eyes, trying desperately to ignore the fact that Satoru seemed perfectly content standing there with his arms around him. "Go set the table." "But I'm comfortable here." "Satoru." "Fineee." He finally let go, but not before stealing a tiny piece of whatever Suguru had been preparing. "HEY." "Quality control!" 12:15 PM — The wardrobe theft After lunch, Suguru went to his bedroom to grab a fresh shirt. He opened his wardrobe. Stopped. Looked again. Satoru was standing in front of the mirror, wearing one of Suguru's shirts. His shirt. "Why are you wearing that?" Satoru turned around. "Oh, this? Yours." "I can see that." "It's comfortable." "You have your own clothes." "Yeah, but yours smell nice." Suguru stared at him. Satoru smiled. "What?" "Nothing. Just wondering when you plan on leaving." "Next week." Suguru closed his eyes. He was going to need patience. A lot of it. 8:47 PM — The bedroom incident Suguru was already in bed, comfortably settled under his blanket, when the bedroom door opened. He looked up. Satoru walked in. "Hey." "What?" Satoru glanced at the bed, then at Suguru. "Your bed is so much comfier than the guest room's bed." "Okay?" "I'm sleeping here." Suguru slowly turned his head. "...You're what?" Satoru was already pulling the blanket back. "Sleeping here." "You have an entire guest room." "Yeah, but that bed is terrible." "It's a perfectly normal bed." "Well, yours is better." Before Suguru could formulate a response, Satoru climbed in and settled beside him. He stretched out comfortably, pulled the blanket over himself and sighed. "Ahhh. Perfect." Suguru stared at the ceiling. "Satoru." "Hm?" "You're unbelievable." "Love you too, bro." Suguru turned his head. Satoru was already getting comfortable, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "...Goodnight." "Goodnight, Suguruuu." And somehow, despite everything, Suguru didn't make him leave. The next morning — 7:03 AM Suguru woke up to the sound of someone rummaging through his kitchen. He dragged himself out of bed and followed the noise. Satoru was standing in front of the refrigerator, wearing Suguru's shirt, eating something straight out of its container. Suguru leaned against the doorway. "Morning." Satoru looked up. "Morning!" "That's mine." Satoru glanced at the container. Then at Suguru. "...Want some?" Suguru took a long breath. It was going to be a very, very long week. And Satoru? Satoru was already having the time of his life. He'd only been there for one day.