Ily Geto Sensei X Gojo Clan Head

alright, let’s do this one last time

Soft! Satosugu headcanons are my kryptonite.

Geto is normally so reserved about showing public affection but sometimes he relents. When there's no one else on the train and Gojo rests his head on his shoulder he lets their hands rest together and interlocks their fingers, always marvelling at how long Satoru's fingers are. He closes his eyes taking a moment to rest until Gojo has to ruin it by turning to look up at him stuck out tongue and shit eating grin.

"Aw Suguruuu you do like me!" It always earns a shove as Satoru uses their hand hold to pull him closer in and make kissy noises at him.

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When they play video games late at night and do their snack run Gojo always slings his arm around Geto's shoulder like it's second nature to him. It always makes Geto drop the volume of soft drinks and chocolate bars they've nabbed from the vending machines and Gojo never offers to carry them. He declares he can't carry them as he has no hands and Geto turns to see Gojo has pulled his arms into his t-shirt. He can't stay mad at him when he's so dumb, so ridiculous all the time. But he at least starts chucking the chocolate bars at him despite knowing they will bounce off his infinity.

The fact that he doesnt draw geto’s face in any of them, but only his smile, which could mean he’s starting to forget Geto’s face, but not his smile, he focused more on Geto’s smile than his face. as if geto’s smile meant everything to Satoru.

when you wish upon a star, you send it back to the night sky. that’s how they get home.

gojo is a star (a literal star from the sky) who fell on earth and geto is the one who finds him by the fringe of the forest. the only way gojo can go back is if geto makes a wish. just as he’s about to ask, gojo shushes him. gojo is not eager to go home, anyway. he was indifferent at first, but the more he spends time on the ground, the more he’d rather stay embodied. gojo is now caught in a dilemma, between this urge to give geto a stroke of luck in his life, and this yearning to stay beside him. geto, half-knowing, stays tightlipped. a summer passes. (was it a slip of the tongue?) when geto sits up from the futon that morning, his bed is empty.

geto’s wish is for gojo to be happy.

geto, with all his self-sabotaging tendencies and his hopeless awe for gojo, took one look at his sparkler-lit smile that night and wished for him to always be happy. of course, the universe has its rules—that wish sent gojo home. you need to wish upon a star to send it back to the night sky. it’s always been that way for as long as the cosmos’ existence. gojo’s told him this many times, and yet he still said it out loud. if he really thinks on it, this might be the first time he’s ever been this honest. he folds the futon, then he places it at the bottom of his closet.

unbeknownst to geto, though, (or rather, he refuses to entertain the thought), gojo was happy with him. is happy with him.

it takes a year for geto to spot that stark head of hair again, and a minute later for the day-sky to stare back.

and then that smile.

(“well?” gojo says, wiping the condensation on his pants. “what did you wish for?” he sips his ramune. what was so important that you’d send me away?

“ah, that.” this time, there is no hurry. geto can afford to go on a little longer. “it’s a secret.”)

he/they, bisexual etc etc

still one of my favourite works🫶

look at my doctor dawg my head's going in a jar 😍😳

I love how their dynamic changes but it's still the same after all these years

(also ​there was a post that was what the first two say but I can't find it anymore RIP)