Treatments for Depression

[mrblueeyes]

Satoru's seen less and less of his best friend lately. They keep getting sent out on solo missions, and even when they're both at the school at the same time, Suguru's not usually in any of their hang-out spots, and their paths don't cross as often.

But today, Satoru's determined. He knows that Suguru's not on a mission, so he picked up noodles and he's hunting his friend down.

He doesn't even knock. He just lets himself into Suguru's room, coming over to plop next to him on the bed and setting the bags of take-out food down nearby. "I brought noodles."

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[mrblueeyes]

"Oh, that's a brutal life sentence. I'm not allowed friends anymore?" Satoru grimaces, dropping his head fully into his arms. "Why do I need anyone else? Just fight. Don't rest. Why would a weapon need friends?"

He looks up again, pained. "Really? Is that what you believe?"

[a_darker_path]

"Does it matter? You're invincible, aren't you?" And everything he'd thought was clearly wrong, the gulf between them deepening every day.

"We've both been working almost constantly. So has Shoko." Although she's not in the field.

[mrblueeyes]

"Does it matter if I'm a person who wants friends?" Satoru's voice cracks, but then he shrugs sadly, staring down at his knees. "I guess not. Please just let me stay, Suguru. I'll try not to bother you. I just don't want to be alone right now."

[a_darker_path]

He shrugs a shoulder, not even bothering to respond since it's basically what he'd expect. When Satoru needs someone he's expected to drop everything for him, but it's not like Satoru's done the same before.

"Do whatever you want, like I said. You always do."

[mrblueeyes]

Satoru aches, feeling like Suguru doesn't even like him anymore.

"You're my best friend, Suguru. You're my favorite person."

Curling onto his side on the bed, Satoru reaches for one of Suguru's pillows to hug. It smells like him, and that helps a tiny bit.

[a_darker_path]

"I need some air." He pushes off the wall, footsteps carrying him to the door.

"Stay as long as you want."

[mrblueeyes]

Satoru sits back up fast, brow furrowed with hurt confusion. "Suguru!"

He goes after him, grabbing for Suguru's wrist to try and pull him back.

[a_darker_path]

He doesn't avoid Satoru catching his wrist but he does pull away once he has.

"I've got things to do, Satoru. Let go."

[mrblueeyes]

"I'll do them with you, then." Satoru crowds into his space, backing him up against a wall and glaring at him, grip still tight on Suguru's wrist. "If you don't like me anymore, then you have to tell me why. You're my best friend. You don't get out of this easy. I won't let you."

[a_darker_path]

"You have your own work, don't you?" Geto counters, exhales a breath. "We're not a team anymore so you don't need to act like this."

[mrblueeyes]

"I have the afternoon off, and I am spending it with you," Satoru snarls at him, still glaring angrily despite the way he's shaking. "We can do whatever you fucking want, but you're not getting rid of me. You're mine. If that has changed, you have to tell me why. Otherwise, stop being a dick or I'll bite you."

[a_darker_path]

He should resist, fight back but that's energy he's not at all sure he even wants to care to have lately. Everything's been on auto recently to the point he's not even sure he's really here. So he just meets that gaze, stares at Satoru blankly.

"I don't want anything, Satoru. I don't care" He sounds tired, his gaze drifting over Gojo's shoulder. "So go waste your time on someone who does."

[mrblueeyes]

At least Suguru isn't actually saying that he's done with Satoru and doesn't want to be friends anymore. Satoru's anger fades, because Suguru doesn't push back against it. So instead he steps close into Suguru's space and lets his head drop down onto Suguru's shoulder, crowding him in against the wall.

[a_darker_path]

"...Have you had enough yet?" It's very quiet, his hands loose at his sides, his eyes closing.

[mrblueeyes]

"Of what," Satoru mutters in return. His free hand settles onto Suguru's waist. "You? No. I'm starved. Deprived. Desperate."

A little of his tension eases, though, since Suguru's letting him do this. He leans more heavily against him, taking the contact that he so desperately needs, even if Suguru won't return it.

[a_darker_path]

Hr's not relaxed, his back resting against the wall tension in every line of his body as he lets Gojo do as he likes. But there's no real reaction, beyond just being there, his eyes focusing on the wall.

"When you're done, will you go back to your own room?"

[mrblueeyes]

“Fuck,” Satoru whispers, with a shudder at how much that hurts. “I know I’m hard to tolerate, but I never thought that you…”

Whimpering once, Satoru presses his face harder against Suguru’s shoulder. “No. I won’t. I told you my terms.”

And he also decides to make good on his threat, so he bites Suguru’s shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, especially through his shirt, but certainly hard enough to leave a nasty bruise.