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Gojo and Geto were dubbed the "strongest duo" from their first mission back during their first year. Since then, they have been sent off on grade 1 missions by themselves as seventeen year olds without the supervision of an adult.
They finished most missions in a fashionable amount of time, usually taking the rest of the day off to wander around the area, or grab a quick meal. Occasionally they saw a movie of Gojo's choice, but Geto never complained.
"Weak curses are boring, I want a real challenge." Gojo sighed as he kicked a stone on the sidewalk of the busy street. Geto smiled at his white-haired partner in crime. "Of course you do." He chuckled.
Walking down the street after school hours was nothing new for them, and neither was the pockets of girls on the sidewalks who would stare at the pair, commenting on their looks and giggling amongst themselves.
Geto knew the way girls fawned over Gojo's striking snowy attributes and glacial eyes. Gojo knew it too.
For some reason girls tended to approach Geto more often, perhaps it is due to his welcoming nature and kind smile. The same welcoming nature and kind smile that quickly drew Gojo in when they met in their first year, immediately clicking and being inseparable ever since.
It was no different today, a pair of school girls still in their navy blue school uniforms approached Geto with their phones out. Gojo stood off to the side watching his best friend converse with the girls, occasionally flashing them a smile when they would look his way. He wasn't sure why, but watching his best friend constantly get stopped by girls made his stomach churn as they fawned over him with puppy eyes and rose dusted cheeks. Their forced giggles, and flirtatious comments that would cause Geto's lips to curl upwards really irked Gojo the wrong way.
Subconsciously, the white haired boy started biting his lip and crossed his arms, holding his sides, while he waited for Geto to finish up. This feeling had become more frequent as of late. At first Gojo got annoyed by how long it took, but now he felt something in the pit of his stomach when a particularly pretty girl would offer their number to Geto. The feeling of an elephant stepping on his chest was inescapable when Geto would blush at something a girl said.
A hand was placed on Gojo's shoulder, "Are you alright, Satoru?" Geto's soft voice snapped him back to reality. Gojo pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Yeah. Let's get going." He says as he continues walking down the street with his abnormally long strides.
Geto saw the way his best friend had been crossing his arms over his stomach and holding his sides. It reminded him of his stomach ached after he would swallow a particularly nasty curse. He quickened his pace to walk alongside Gojo to where they were being picked up.
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Back in Geto's dorm room, after a few minutes of Gojo silently watching his best friend cleanse his room with incense he finally asked, "Do you ever call your fan girls?"
A chuckle escaped the dark haired boys lips, "Do you call yours?" He challenged. Gojo shook his head confirming that he didn't contact the girls either. Gojo smiled to himself at this information. Although, Gojo adored the attention he got, no girl ever particularly peaked his interest for some unknown reason.
"Us sorcerers can't engage in those normal teenage shenanigans like everyone else." Geto starts, taking a seat on the edge of the bed to the left of Gojo before continuing. "It's the sacrifice of being a sorcerer, most of us don't get the luxury of being able to live simple domestic lives. It's better if we are attached to less people, it'll only slow us down." Geto explained.
He was right, and every sorcerer had heard this speech from nearly every adult in their lives at least once. But something about how the words flowed out of Geto's lips and how he softly smiled at Gojo made it feel as if he was hearing it for the first time again.
Gojo laid back on the beds grey comforter, his feet still planted on the floor. He sighed, "We give up so much, most of us never wanted to be sorcerers." Geto sighed as well.
Geto looked at his best friend who was laying down beside him. His snow white hair was off his face, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, naturally glossy lips and those icy eyes glaring back at him. Satoru embodied the beautiful season of winter, and a boy as gorgeous as him was enough to make his heart skip a beat.
Geto reached over, grabbing the opaque, black lensed glasses off of Gojo's face, placing them on his nightstand. The boy had replaced those glasses a handful of times from falling asleep with them on and breaking one of the arms.
When the glasses were pulled off of his face, Gojo soaked in how his best friends nimble finger tips gently brushed against his cheek bone while he smiled softly.
Fuck, why did he feel like this?
He watched as Geto reached his hands behind his head to take his hair out of his bun, allowing his long black locks to fall down past his shoulders. The way his soft hair fell around his face made him even more handsome.
"It's not about wanting to be a sorcerer Satoru, it's about doing what is right, and that is protecting the weak." Geto tells him as he laid back, now only a few inches away from Gojo. He admired his friends blue eyes that met his own. "Sorcerers aren't supposed to get attached, but I don't want anything to happen to you. We should just run away or something." Gojo quickly suggests in a whisper.
Geto completely rolled onto his right side, now there was even less space between the two of them. A smile spread across his face. "Nothing will happen to us. We're the strongest." He reminds him with a comedic wink.
It took every fibre in Gojo's body to suppress the blush that could easily form on his face from his friends gesture.
They were the strongest, but it was only an extension on their expiration date. Gojo rolled completely on to his left side, almost all the space between them had disappeared. "And if something does happen?" Gojo mumbled.
"It won't." Geto assures him. From the few inches away, Gojo could pick up on the strong scent of mint when his best friend spoke. He often had a mint in his mouth due to swallowing those nasty curses, but now he had a minor addiction to mints, just how Gojo had an addiction to sweets.
It wasn't that Gojo wasn't confident in either of their abilities, he wasn't concerned about losing to a curse, but rather losing to the emotional torture of being a sorcerer.
Geto looked for answers in Gojo's eyes that were conveniently covered by his snowy hair, but he knew something was bothering him. He could read his best friend like a book, and perhaps knew him better than he knew himself.
"Satoru." He whispered. His breath was still minty despite swallowing the mint long ago. Gojo was plagued with thoughts about if his lips tasted like mint, or perhaps the vanilla chapstick he applied every couple of hours, maybe the bitter taste of a curse lingered in his mouth.
Gojo felt a warm, soft hand brush his hair off of his face. Geto's hand resting on the side of Gojo's head, holding his hair out of his eyes.
His face flushed as he realized he could stay like this forever, his best friend holding his face, his minty breath fanning his skin, and his body so close he could feel his warmth. Gojo knew these were dangerous thoughts, ones that would be his downfall if something were to happen to Geto.
"Satoru, what is on your mind?" His best friend asked him, leaning his face closer. Their noses could touch if they wanted them to.
You. That is what was on his mind.
He sighed, "Just thinking about our future as sorcerers... We won't always be together for every mission y'know." Gojo says in a hushed voice.
The corner of Geto's lips curl upward, "That won't change anything." He says, propping himself up on his right elbow, still holding Gojo's face with his left hand as he now looked down at his best friend.
It was almost as if Geto's hair had created a curtain blocking out the two boys from the rest of the world, as Gojo felt the soft ends of his best friends hair tickling his skin, the hair framing the edges of his face. A blush crept up from his neck as he realized how close their faces were.
"You're my one and only." Geto whispered.
Those words swam through Gojo's head as his heart began to beat a mile a minute, pumping blood so loud he was sure his one and only could also hear it. The rosy pink crept onto his face as his nose brushed against Geto's. Their noses gently touched and rubbed against each other which sent butterflies into both of their stomachs.
There were a lot of unsaid things between the two boys, both of them confused if their mutual platonic love for each other had blossomed into something more. Gojo wasn't going to get a more perfect opportunity than this.
Geto's dark eyes held contact with Gojo's icy blue ones as Gojo contemplated this decision. His chin tilting up my a millimetre every second before he finally closed his eyes and placed his lips on his best friends.
It was light and hesitant. Gojo barely felt how soft and plush his best friends lips were before he went to pull away, but Geto's left hand had quickly gone behind Gojo's head, not letting him pull away.
Geto would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about this moment for nearly a year. Gojo melted into the kiss as he felt his best friend want him back.
His lips were soft, just as Gojo thought, the vanilla chapstick paid off.
Although, Gojo had initiated the kiss, Geto took it a step further when his tongue dragged across the white haired boys bottom lip before it was granted entrance.
Gojo's placed his left hand on Geto's nape, his hand moving up into his hair before grabbing a fist full and gently pulling it. The dark haired boy sighed into the kiss as their tongues slid across each others and danced perfectly in sync as if they had done this with each other a thousand times.
Both of them had their fair share of kisses, sloppy make outs, and even more from girls, but nothing felt quite like this.
The faint taste of mint lingered in Geto's mouth just as Gojo assumed it would, but Gojo's own mouth tasted sweet like strawberries just as Geto thought it would.
It was a slow build up, something both of them had wanted to do since their first week at jujutsu tech. It was an itch that could never be scratched until this moment as they completely lost themselves in each other before pulling away.
They caught their breaths, both of their heart beats amplified in their own ears, pupils blown wide, and lips left glossy.
All the stress and anxiety of them worrying if they had misread each others feelings had been thrown out the window as a small smile crept onto both of their faces.
Gojo held Geto's left cheek in his fight hand, running the pad of his thumb over his cheek bone that was still dusted pink before whispering, "You're my one and only."
A small giggle escaped both of their lips before meeting in the middle to share yet another kiss.
During this moment that they wished would never end, they knew as long as they had each other that 'the strongest duo' wasn't going anywhere, any time soon.