[ gojou is ready to push into the next pose when getou tells him to wait and offers his hand up in a half heart, with the explanation that the girls do this. ]
[ it's bittersweet. knowing someone else is showing getou these things, and that despite that, getou is sharing them with him even after all this time. gojou mirrors his hand with getou's, leaning in until their shoulders touch for the next photo. ]
I'm sure they'd be thrilled to know you're learning from them. [ he looks over at getou, eyes soft. ] What should we do for the next one?
[ gojou throws an arm around getou's shoulders, pressing their cheeks together and holding cinamaroll up under their chins. ]
The countdown isn't very long, there's not a lot of time to think. It would be easy to let it just be this, the two of them pressed together. And yet the choice feels natural. He only smiles, waiting until the last second to turn and press his lips to Gojo's cheek, cinnamoroll squished briefly between them. The light flashes, he pulls back with a laugh. )
Cute.
( Voice warm, delight coursing. )
I always wanted to do that when you'd drag me in here.
[ he's already prepared for what it will be, or so he thinks, and then he feels the warmth of lips against his cheek, soft exhale over his skin. his eyes will probably be saucers in the photo, but by the time he turns getou has already pulled back, laughing at his surprise. ]
[ always, huh? ]
[ there's one more frame left and well, why not? if they're doing things they've always wanted to. he crowds in, cups getou's face in his palms and kisses him. he tastes like the remnants of the drink earlier, subtly sweet and earthy. he doesn't linger too long, pulling away a beat after the light flashes. his heart's pounding so hard it could push right out of his chest, he thinks. ]
( The moment feels too sweet. His hands press to Cinnamoroll instead of anywhere else, half afraid that if he reaches out he'll not be able to let go again. The smug self-assuredness from before has faded into a slightly pleased pinking of his cheeks, his lips parted as he breathes. )
Oh?
( A desperate, frantic attempt at regaining some composure, but the photobooth is warm and strangely lit and he wants to kiss Gojo again. )
You'll have to tell me about them some time. ( A whirr from somewhere, a beep. ) We should get the pictures.
Yeah. Probably. [ they should get the pictures, and get out of the booth to make room for actual kids who probably want to use it, but gojou doesn't sense anyone waiting outside and everything is warm and lit in neon purple and pink, and he thinks getou might be blushing even without the lights. ]
[ but he doesn't move, just lets his hands smooth down getou's neck, dip into dark hair and tug him back in for another kiss. ]
[ it's too easy to get lost in the slide of his lips against getou's, satin of his hair, let a hand slip down and grip getou's hip until the screench of a child nearby jolts gojou out of it, snapping back with pink cheeks and wide eyes. gojou clears his throat, stumbles out of the booth to grab the pictures, all nervous, frenetic energy until he looks at them and everything softens at the edges. ]
We're cute. [ he grins a little sheepishly and turns them to show getou as he emerges. ]
( He emerges from the booth like a man witnessing light for the first time, blinking helplessly at Gojo for a second before his gaze falls on the photos. The way his heart skips a beat feels foolish, for all that he is now and all that he's done, but it's not something he can help, not really. )
Cute.
( They are. Star-struck and helplessly in love. He can see that from here. It settles badly inside of him, all that wasted potential. It means he crosses the distance more slowly, still holding Cinnamoroll for Gojo, a little furrow between his brows. Another child yells, Geto reaches out to take the photos and tuck them carefully into his old friend's pocket. )
Keep them safe. We can't have the world knowing you make such a sweet face. You'll never get peace.
IM SO SORRY LIFE EXPLODED AANSDKAMSNS. I exist again if you wanna continue anything!!
You’re the one with a reputation to keep, Mr. Cult Leader.
[ getou’s hand falls after patting them against his chest, and he brushes their knuckles together, feather-light, hooking his little finger around getou’s just for a moment. those blue eyes never leave him, curious and calculating a million different possibilities every second. ]
It’s fine. No one but you was gonna see it anyway. [ it’s a face only Getou could pull out of him, but if he wants it to be just for them, it’s fine. Gojou doesn’t need the world to know about this. this night is already more than he thought he’d ever get to feel again. ]
Come on. What am I winning you? Just cause you got mine early doesn’t mean you’re getting out of our date so easy.
( He's meant to be better than this. He's meant to be stronger than his pesky feelings, more able to keep them at bay. Maybe letting Gojo back into his life was a mistake, hadn't he thought that scorching the earth behind him would be better? He was supposed to stick to it. Because there's something tight and terrible in his chest when Gojo looks at him, something twisting uncomfortably at just the slightest brush of their hands. All the background noise around them fades - and he's usually so aware, so honed in on all the filth around him - to the point where it's just them.
Geto misses him. He misses him so much it feels like a wound.
His jaw tightens briefly, eyes fathomless. Then he sighs, gaze flickering away. ) I want a Pokémon.
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[ it's bittersweet. knowing someone else is showing getou these things, and that despite that, getou is sharing them with him even after all this time. gojou mirrors his hand with getou's, leaning in until their shoulders touch for the next photo. ]
I'm sure they'd be thrilled to know you're learning from them. [ he looks over at getou, eyes soft. ] What should we do for the next one?
[ gojou throws an arm around getou's shoulders, pressing their cheeks together and holding cinamaroll up under their chins. ]
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The countdown isn't very long, there's not a lot of time to think. It would be easy to let it just be this, the two of them pressed together. And yet the choice feels natural. He only smiles, waiting until the last second to turn and press his lips to Gojo's cheek, cinnamoroll squished briefly between them. The light flashes, he pulls back with a laugh. )
Cute.
( Voice warm, delight coursing. )
I always wanted to do that when you'd drag me in here.
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[ always, huh? ]
[ there's one more frame left and well, why not? if they're doing things they've always wanted to. he crowds in, cups getou's face in his palms and kisses him. he tastes like the remnants of the drink earlier, subtly sweet and earthy. he doesn't linger too long, pulling away a beat after the light flashes. his heart's pounding so hard it could push right out of his chest, he thinks. ]
There are things I wanted to do, too.
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Oh?
( A desperate, frantic attempt at regaining some composure, but the photobooth is warm and strangely lit and he wants to kiss Gojo again. )
You'll have to tell me about them some time. ( A whirr from somewhere, a beep. ) We should get the pictures.
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[ but he doesn't move, just lets his hands smooth down getou's neck, dip into dark hair and tug him back in for another kiss. ]
[ it's too easy to get lost in the slide of his lips against getou's, satin of his hair, let a hand slip down and grip getou's hip until the screench of a child nearby jolts gojou out of it, snapping back with pink cheeks and wide eyes. gojou clears his throat, stumbles out of the booth to grab the pictures, all nervous, frenetic energy until he looks at them and everything softens at the edges. ]
We're cute. [ he grins a little sheepishly and turns them to show getou as he emerges. ]
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Cute.
( They are. Star-struck and helplessly in love. He can see that from here. It settles badly inside of him, all that wasted potential. It means he crosses the distance more slowly, still holding Cinnamoroll for Gojo, a little furrow between his brows. Another child yells, Geto reaches out to take the photos and tuck them carefully into his old friend's pocket. )
Keep them safe. We can't have the world knowing you make such a sweet face. You'll never get peace.
IM SO SORRY LIFE EXPLODED AANSDKAMSNS. I exist again if you wanna continue anything!!
[ getou’s hand falls after patting them against his chest, and he brushes their knuckles together, feather-light, hooking his little finger around getou’s just for a moment. those blue eyes never leave him, curious and calculating a million different possibilities every second. ]
It’s fine. No one but you was gonna see it anyway. [ it’s a face only Getou could pull out of him, but if he wants it to be just for them, it’s fine. Gojou doesn’t need the world to know about this. this night is already more than he thought he’d ever get to feel again. ]
Come on. What am I winning you? Just cause you got mine early doesn’t mean you’re getting out of our date so easy.
🥰🥰🥰
Geto misses him. He misses him so much it feels like a wound.
His jaw tightens briefly, eyes fathomless. Then he sighs, gaze flickering away. ) I want a Pokémon.
( Childish, semi-stubborn, but playing along. )
A plushie though. Let's look.