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]

"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.