“Leaving so soon, Suguru?” Gojo opens his eyes and stares at the sight of Geto’s back. Long scratches and blooming bruises across his neck; they’d found each other just last night. After so many years, and yet… “You knew I wasn’t sleeping.” He moves to sit up, ignoring the sore ache in his lower half as he does so.

Gojo just got him back— why is he so quick to leave him so soon? He knows why, of course. That doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. Not while Geto’s wearing the ring he promised to give him once they graduated.

“They’ll make me kill you if you leave now,” he reaches a hand forward to touch Geto’s skin, but he finds himself hesitating. If he touches Geto, will that only make him leave faster? His hand falls onto the sheets and he grabs it tight. “I don’t want to kill you, Suguru.” He admits with a crack in his words.