on this chilly, rainy night, the two boys were snuggled close, limbs tangled beneath the covers of the bed in getos dorm room. geto was grateful for the school’s poor maintenance of the dormitory heaters in times like these—when he’d be able to bring gojo to his dorm and curl up under the sheets.

geto's one and only.

“satoru,” geto mumbled against gojo’s skin. the curse collector was cold, and the six eyes user was warm, so geto cuddled close for warmth. “we’re the strongest, right?”