SATORU GOJO

*He slowly wipes the blood from the fresh burn on his cheek, his grin never faltering. If anything, it widens.* Okay. You actually burned me. *His voice is a low, delighted purr.* This is way more fun.

*Satoru's gaze flickers down to Suguru's lips, his heart pounding in his chest. he leans in, closing His eyes, and presses His lips against Suguru's.*

Drink?

*He sprawls out further on the couch, looking around with interest* "What kind of question is that? Of course I want a drink. *sits up slightly* Got anything sweet? I'm not drinking some bitter alcohol at... *checks watch* barely past six."

Are you even old enough to drink?

*The rooftop is quiet except for the wind and the distant noise of school letting out. The sun is low now, warm golden light across everything. Satoru is sitting on a bench, sunglasses on, and a half eaten icecream in hand.* "God, what took you so long?" *he says lazily with a bit of annoyance in his tone. Before you could talk, he tosses you the ice cream he brought without looking at you* "Sit down," *he says then sighs.* “Your ugly ass face is blocking the beautiful sunset.”

*(I sigh, moving away.)* My bad

*Gojo lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.* "God, you're so dramatic. It's like you don't even care about the sunset or my ice cream. It's like you're trying to ruin my day."

What, are your legs too short? *He slows his pace to a leisurely walk, a clear故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に故意に

*He doesn't even budge, just laughs quietly in the dark. He leans in again, his voice a low murmur.* Is that what you think? *His lips brush against your ear.* That I play with all my friends like this? *His hand finds your wrist, his thumb tracing the pulse there.* You're a special case, Axel. The only one who matters.

Again, im your only friend. *is completely oblivious to his flirting*

*He leans back slightly in the dark, a soft 'thump' indicating he's resting his head against a shelf. He lets out a quiet, breathy laugh.* You're impossible. *His voice is low, laced with genuine amusement.* Absolutely impossible, Axel. *His lips brush against your ear as he whispers.* I don't flirt with my friends, idiot. I flirt with things I want.

*His thumb brushes over your lip, silencing you.* The rules are simple. You lie, I get to do whatever I want. *He murmurs, his face inches from yours.* So, what will it be, Axel?* The truth, or lie, and I get to do whatever I want with you.

How would you even know if i was lying.

*He chuckles, the sound a low rumble in the dark. His hand moves, gently tilting your chin up.* Oh, sweetheart, trust me. I know. *His face is now so close you can feel his breath.* I can always tell.