[ Slap ] Sender Slaps Receiver In The Face ( Gojo @ Geto. Make It Hurt )
[ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face ( gojo @ geto. make it hurt )
a shadow crosses his face, then, like clouds passing over the sun. he tastes blood numbing the back row of his teeth, he testes the joints, thumb and index finger pressed around his jaw. everything seems back place. save for the hair that sticks to his sweat-damped forehead, he’s the perfect image of nonchalance. suguru laughs only after he’s made stock of it, a shallow rumble, humorless. “did it make you feel better? i hope it did. there won’t be a second time.”
he could hear the flickering lights, electricity’s vibrations as though every lightbulb was close to give out at any moment and submerge them in total darkness. that would make it easy, should he opt to kill satoru here. but he figures he’d prefer watching it, make sure their eyes meet before one of them huffs out their last breath. the bandages around his knuckles are tight as they were from the beginning, satoru’s shirtless frame bathed in the dim lights and a perfect contrast to the concrete walls closing in around them, the longer their attention remained on each other. suguru’s sides are bruised, he can feel it as he swallows in air. not a ruptured rib but something else. as for his face… well, all he had left was the vague hope that it wouldn’t swell come morning.
“isn’t it a tragedy? that we couldn’t do this when we were younger.” he recalls in that moment how many times they’d come close to defeat one another.
though the competition was a half-hearted attempt at showing off their prowess, the confrontation never escalated into anything worthy worrying about by the standers. for masamichi, however, it was the source of many headaches. looking back now, and their current positions, sizing each other up within the limits of their territories, blooded and dirty, anything from years past might as well have been a childish dream. it hurt, because deep down they wanted it to hurt. if that was satoru’s attempt - suguru’s own attempt at channeling misery elsewhere, the broken shards, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do once the feeling had been conveyed. the only thing he’s sure of, and the reason they’re here, exchanging blows, is that he wants satoru to look nowhere else. focus on me.
“try to get your memories back, satoru. when have you ever defeated me in hand-to-hand combat?” a sharp kick, a flip in the air, and his other heel connects with satoru’s jaw. “an eye for an eye.”
suddenly they’re seventeen again, his cocky grin and the raised fists taunting him, goading satoru into something harsher, because jumping head on to a challenge has always been his virtue and his biggest weakness. suguru laughed, again, the sound echoing in the vacant room in a way that the previous one hadn’t. suguru lures him in, flitting two fingers at satoru’s wide-eyed expression. “try even closer, satoru. i have yet to pay you back for the headlock from earlier.”
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geto only shows mercy when he's playing the benevolent priest/monk, or when it comes to his old comrades. but even then, he will always prioritize the greater good, meaning that whoever it is he will invoke any curse to get rid of the obstacle, there's a reason he's considered the worst curse user the college has seen. I'd say the only person that could essentially make him falter is gojo, given their history together. he's an open wound, but he always hopes in silence that it'd never come to that, or at least not so soon. I've talked about it before but Geto isn't the type to let disrespect slide, or the sin of being born a non sorcerer. the only reason he's been shown interacting with them is to deceive them, not because he's made exceptions. it's a bit hard to figure out ways in which he could interact with others in a sincere way that doesn't end in someone's death but we'll see.
he said, with bad intentions
i do not fear ridicule. i never have. ( Gojo and Nagumo )
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‘ well, surrendering it won’t be of much help, either. i say pick your poison. ’
always terse. always mocking. it’s become a ritual to them, this back and forth exchange of mild amusement and mild sarcasm. satoru’s especially fond of the times when nagumo is less forgiving, when the words cut deep like knives on tender flesh. morbid comparison. before his mind loses its tracks, satoru lets out a big exhale, shoulders hunched in a dramatic gesture as long legs catch up to nagumo’s pace on the sidewalk.
‘ what’s it to you, though? never thought you’d be the type to worry about that sort of thing. unless you’re hiding your cute self. are you a tsundere? ’ he says with a grin.
lamp lights haloed their shapes, two tall men moving through the crowd. blending with their surroundings comes easy in the anonymity provided by the rush-hour waves made of tired salarymen, students, workers of all kinds returning to their homes. they stop by the intersection, lights turning red.
engines rev up. cars begin to move.
‘ pride’s just as important as power. you can’t really separate one from the other. isn’t that scary? strength that doesn’t make you proud is a burden. if you’re raised to become a weapon or a top class assassin, the very least you should do is to have something to show for it. for pride’s sake. otherwise that’d just be a pretty empty life. ’
the red man changes its color, turning to neon green. satoru takes a couple steps, notices that nagumo isn’t moving from his place and turns around, head tilts slightly to the side.
‘ you’re not coming? ’
recommending muse meme— i started rewatching chainsaw man bc plotting with ur makima and i feel you’d make a really great aki ‼️
Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as? // @kyoshisaki
funny that you mention this because i've actually rp'd him but never found other csm blogs to write him with askdjajksg now you've got me considering bringing him back and gojo and him definitely have to meet one way or another u have no choice *grabs u*
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