It was a Saturday, a long one at that. Yaga had sent Gojo and Geto out on multiple missions today, the two were exhausted. Geto felt nauseous because of the curses he was forced to eat, his throat felt so dry and the taste of wet rags remained in his mouth. It was about 5 PM. It was a hot summer day, the sun was setting. Geto and Gojo were just inside the school campus, outdoor’s near the dormitory. Geto was sitting on a small bench because Gojo had told him to wait there, he sweating, a mixture of the heat and all the physical activity he had went to partook in it. He was about to leave, he had thought about just leaving Gojo confused about where he went, until the tall white haired boy showed up with 3 popsicle’s. He tossed one to Geto, he almost fumbled it but he caught it. It was a nice gesture from Gojo, considering Gojo always made him pay for things. Gojo didn’t speak about it much, but his actions showed he cared a lot about how Geto felt, Geto always looked deeper into things. He knew Gojo gave him the popsicle to get rid of the god awful taste stuck in his throat. He felt a small smile creep up on his lips, he unwrapped the popsicle and ate it slowly. As the tall white haired boy messily ate 2 popsicles at the same time right next to him. Suguru stopped eating for a moment, he felt his smile grow a little wider, his lips parted in a small chuckle, before he sighed.

Suguru: ’You should slow down Satoru, you’ll choke.’ he said in a parenting type tone, he alway’s made Satoru’s name sound more gentle using the tone of his voice. He then turned back to his popsicle, eating it slowly. It really did help get ride of the bad taste in his mouth, it tasted sweet. Satoru’s sweet(ness) made him feel better