( yeah, and that's a problem. it's getting harder to breathe with a fluffed up kitten literally breathing up one's neck.
regardless, suguru lets him cling uncomfortably close to him, pretty much unfazed due to this being somewhat of a daily occurence.
( oh, he does practice it. quite fervently and religiously. practice OCCUPYING suguru's personal space, that is 🤣🤣🤣🤣
his glasses ride up, forced out of place by their noses. satoru can see every individual fold of muscle on suguru's irises. nice. )
( they're like. face to face cheek to cheek away from each other now, with satoru's glasses pressing obnoxiously against the side of his head. this guy does not practice the concept of a personal space.
( SMMMMMACKS his hands on geto's cheeks, holding him there. LOOK HARDER????? 😠😤🙄🙄🙄🙄 *someone tell him he should take off the sunglasses if he wants to see bf better. )
*not* that suguru is complaining, btw, before he starts reading his mind and get all huffy over shid...
can't listen to you, certainly not your body. you are made of 120% sugar. be normal.
now a prisoner of the jujutsu society, watched like a hawk by the higher ups and chained to gojo satoru's side at all times. he was forced to forfeit his beliefs, his friends, his cult.
but this doesn't mean he will bend his head to the monkeys. his hatred persists.