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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[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.