( 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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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.