( Softly, because he doesn't. He never did. He loved Gojo Satoru like he was the sun and all those years of absense did nothing to dim that. So when he reaches for him to curl his fingers around his old friend's wrist it feels natural, easy, like he would have done it regardless. )
Asshole. Give me my piece of cake already.
( Wet around the eyes, but still. Maybe it's time to let everything else go. )
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( Softly, because he doesn't. He never did. He loved Gojo Satoru like he was the sun and all those years of absense did nothing to dim that. So when he reaches for him to curl his fingers around his old friend's wrist it feels natural, easy, like he would have done it regardless. )
Asshole. Give me my piece of cake already.
( Wet around the eyes, but still. Maybe it's time to let everything else go. )