He tried not to come here often, or at least he told himself that, unlocking the door with the code and stepping inside, tension slipping from his shoulders as soon the door closed behind him. Technically, he was supposed to be reporting back to campus but they could wait a little longer.
His clothing ended up in a pile in the bathroom, Satoru taking the time to shower and order some food. Suguru, if he showed, wouldn't arrive that quickly so he did finish the meal, left the other in the fridge in case he was hungry. And then it was a matter of waiting, Satoru just wearing a pair of Geto's sweatpants, sprawled in one of the chairs, mask folded away and his eyes closed.
Geto indeed took his time to arrive, he had his own things to do, own places to be and people to- shall we say deal with. However, he knew Gojo would be in when he arrived, if it wasn't for the others cursed energy giving him away, it was just a feeling Geto had.
Taking a moment before unlocking the door and stepping inside. The smell of a recent meal and soap from the shower flooded his senses upon first entering. Closing the door behind him and slipping his shoes off before stepping into a pair of plain house slippers and making his way around the corner.
There he was. Sat there as if he had no cares in the world. A flicker of a smile tugged at the corner of Geto's lips, just as quickly as it had arrived it faded in favor of a more neutral expression, his low, steady tone calling out as he stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest.
"And you took your time getting here. What else was I supposed to do while I waited?" He doesn't lift his head, not looking at Suguru as he answers, his eyes still closed.
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Random night sometime pre Yuta.
His clothing ended up in a pile in the bathroom, Satoru taking the time to shower and order some food. Suguru, if he showed, wouldn't arrive that quickly so he did finish the meal, left the other in the fridge in case he was hungry. And then it was a matter of waiting, Satoru just wearing a pair of Geto's sweatpants, sprawled in one of the chairs, mask folded away and his eyes closed.
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Taking a moment before unlocking the door and stepping inside. The smell of a recent meal and soap from the shower flooded his senses upon first entering. Closing the door behind him and slipping his shoes off before stepping into a pair of plain house slippers and making his way around the corner.
There he was. Sat there as if he had no cares in the world. A flicker of a smile tugged at the corner of Geto's lips, just as quickly as it had arrived it faded in favor of a more neutral expression, his low, steady tone calling out as he stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest.
"You've made yourself quite at home I see."
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"I can leave if I'm bothering you."