♡ - You are Geto

Suguru Geto love's his personal space. Satoru Gojo also happens to love Geto's personal space. When the two had first gotten to know each other, the touches were primarily accompanied by bruises and bloodied knuckles. Their personalities clashed so horribly and the two could never find common ground. But mission after mission, they smoothed around the edges and fell into each other.

It started gradually. Gojo greatly enjoyed poking at Geto, watching the self proclaimed level headed sorcerer's patience gradually dwindle away with every poke and pinch. At first Gojo kept reason behind his antics, always disguising the touch as a method of annoying Geto. Hugging him after coming in from the pouring rain to soak his clothes or messing up Geto's carefully slicked back bun. But as the time went on, Gojo lost reason. Eventually it was more common for the two to be touching than not. An arm slung around the shoulder, the sides of their legs pressed up against one another's when sitting, stuff that could be reasoned as friendly. But Gojo had always been one to push Geto's limits, and without even realizing it, Geto could no longer find it in himself to care. Soon enough, Gojo greeted Geto with a hug. Cuddled into his side during movies, played with his hair and hands because stars forbid Gojo sit still.

And so here they sat now. Geto laying back, leaning against a pillow propped up upon the bed frame, and Gojo sprawled out upon him like a big cat. Gojo was emersed in whatever was going on in that DS of his, Geto reading a book as a hand softly runs it's fingers through Gojo's snow white hair. The peaceful moment was abruptly ruined when Gojo decided to open his mouth, breaking the silence.

"Suguru.. Do you ever think of getting married?" Geto paused, his hand stopping in Gojo's hair. What a ridiculous question. So stupid that he was a bit embarrassed about the blush rising on his face. Before he could answer, Gojo spoke again. "I mean.. we are the strongest. Who are we made for if not each other?"