AU where Suguru tries to deal with his issues in a healthy way. He tries to pick up hobbies to destress and he ends up deciding to learn how to draw. Nothing special. Just a regular pencil and the back of his old notes.
Imagine Gojo passing a note to Suguru during class on a crumbled piece of paper he ripped out of his notebook.
"Do you like me?" It said.
Suguru, thinking it wasn't for him, passes it on to Shoko who proceeds to write "No".
"The two of us, huh?" Suguru asked, his lips curling up into a soft smile at the thought.
"Maybe I'll do that sometime." He murmured quietly to himself as he watched Satoru from the side of his eyes.
Valentine's Day was coming up soon, wasn't it?
He first tried to draw random things. The small vase by his window sill. The cat lounging around on the bench outside of the school. Fruits.
Until he realized he enjoyed drawing people more. Their expressions. The details of their faces. Most especially, their smiles.
Maybe it was his way of trying to be happy through someone else. Trying to focus on the way the people around him felt rather than his own internal torment.
Then there was Satoru. His smile was always the brightest. Always so energetic despite it all.
Satoru became his favorite thing to draw. The way his eyelashes fluttered when he was bored. The way his lips curved ever so slightly at the sides whenever he listened to Suguru speak.
The way those eyes shined under the harsh sunlight.
It was comforting to him.
But what he was greeted with was pages upon pages of him. Rough sketches ranging from moments where Suguru couldn't properly grasp the proportions of his face to ones so detailed that he was practically looking into a mirror.
He blushed, snapping the notebook shut.
Why was his heart fluttering so much at the thought of his best friend spending all that time to capture his smile just right?
Why did he blush at the thought of Suguru hunched over his desk, eyes narrowed in concentration as he drew Satoru's lips?
He always told himself it was nothing special. Just something to get his mind off of things when everything felt like too much.
And yet when he glanced at Satoru's expression and the way he looked antsy... So anxious to see if Suguru liked what he bought...
He felt special.
When Suguru returned to the classroom, Satoru was almost tempted to tease him. To joke about how Suguru probably had a crush on him which was why he drew him so often.
But he didn't. Because deep down, he didn't want Suguru to stop drawing him at all.
Satoru would often find Suguru staring at him, those dark eyes seemingly mapping out every detail that made him who he was and committing it to memory.
He'd often find Suguru scribbling away on that old tattered notebook, focused with his brows furrowed.
One day, when Suguru left his desk with that old notebook just lying there defenseless, Satoru couldn't help but take a peek. Just a small glimpse of what his best friend had been so preoccupied with for so long.
Perhaps it was a journal of sorts? Some juicy secret?
At least to this one idiot, to the strongest sorcerer, this silly hobby of his was special enough to be so anxious about.
"Well?" Satoru asked, clearly at the edge of his seat after Suguru's long pause of silence. "Do you like it or not? If you don't, I could return it!"
"No, I—" Satoru couldn't help the warmth that spread through his cheeks, his lips pursing into a tight line as he huffed.
"Do I seem like some sort of narcissist to you?!" Satoru asked in outrage.
"Just a little." Suguru teased in response.
There was a comforting silence that followed, Satoru's eyes glued on that soft, fond smile playing on Suguru's lips and he could feel the red flush that was slowly rising up his cheeks.
It's been a while since he saw such a genuine smile from him since... He'd rather not say.
Satoru's mouth opened and closed like a fish as he tried to think of a retort. Anything at all to wipe that smug smirk off of Suguru's face.
Instead, he scoffed and pushed the present into the other man's chest as he rolled his eyes.
"Happy birthday, you prick."
Suguru's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of the neatly arranged leather bound sketchbook inside. The expensive charcoal pencils set. And colored pencils? He hadn't even tried learning those yet!
He could only gawk. How much did this idiot spend on art supplies?
"Did you actually get me something?" Suguru asked, setting his bag down on his chair as he sat on his desk.
"Let me guess..." He paused, his eyes shifting back to the present. "It's a framed portrait of you or something. A reminder of your greatness, honored one?"
His heart was pounding in his chest as he held that meticulously packaged gift in his hands.
He didn't really know much about art materials but the store clerk helped him out and honestly, he felt like the clerk had scammed him into buying more than necessary.
Suguru was almost inclined to tease him just for kicks. Watch him fume and huff.
But he couldn't help himself from smiling fondly as he looked at the gift on his lap.
"They're great, Satoru..." He spoke in a soft whisper, a warmth spreading through his chest.
He shook his head, trying to swat away those thoughts from his mind as he went on with his day as usual.
But he couldn't get his mind away from those stray thoughts at all and he'd find himself so utterly focused on the way Suguru studied him so intently when they spoke.
For a while, he could only run his fingers along the side of the pages of the sketchbook and he'd be damned if he ever saw the pricetags for these things. It was... Too much for a silly hobby, wasn't it?
Was Satoru really paying that much attention to even notice his hobby?
Satoru immediately averted his gaze, unable to look Suguru straight in the eyes without feeling his heart trying to break free from his ribcage.
"Let me draw you." Suguru suddenly spoke up, fishing the sketchbook and pencils out of the box. "On the first page. Let me draw you."
Why did Suguru keep drawing in that old notebook anyway? His art had improved so much over time that it was a shame to keep it in those old, almost crumpled pages.
Suguru's birthday was coming up soon, wasn't it?
Suguru's brow raised the moment he entered the classroom, his eyes drifting towards the wrapped gift in Satoru's hands and he was immediately reminded of his own birthday.
It was odd in a way. Satoru usually just takes him out to eat. But a gift? That was new.
Satoru wanted to protest and bicker but Suguru was right. He was making things harder by moving around too much and despite his nature to go against what people told him to do, he sat still.
"If it looks bad, I'll make you pay for everything I bought."
Satoru could hardly sit still, his eyes immediately locking on the space right above Suguru's head in embarrassment. Usually, he didn't mind people staring at him. It was an ego boost.
But the way Suguru looked at him so intently made his knees feel like jelly.
Suguru blinked as he looked down on the rectangular box pushed haphazardly into his chest. It was quite hefty, he had to admit.
What could Satoru have gotten him? Clothes? Some expensive crap that couldn't even dent his rich boy pockets?
With a curious gaze, he opened it.
"Ha?" Satoru asked, hiding away his heart skipped a beat by shooting Suguru an incredulous look. In reality, he wanted to scream, "Yes! Absolutely, yes!"
Instead...
"What? You want to recreate that scene from Titanic? Draw me like one of your French girls?" He scoffed.
Beyond his better judgement, whilst Satoru was too busy admiring himself on that piece of paper, Suguru leaned close and pressed his lips against Satoru's cheek in a brief ghost of a kiss.
"Thanks." He whispered as he sat back down on top of his desk.
The strokes. The shading. The values. He didn't know jack shit about art but he'd be damned if he said it wasn't breathtaking. And he wasn't just saying that because it was his face drawn on that paper.
He meant it because he could feel the love within those lines.
"Who'd want to see you naked?" Suguru immediately retorted as he rolled his eyes, opening the sketchbook as he reached out to grab Satoru's face and force him to meet his gaze.
"Just focus on me, okay? Don't move."
"Are you done yet?" Satoru asked impatiently, his lips pursed into a tight line as he fought back on the redness that was forming on his skin.
"I'll finish quicker if you stop squirming." Suguru replied, his eyes shifting between Satoru and the sketchpad on his lap.
For once, the room was quiet with only the sound of the pencil scratching against the paper filling the air around them.
Satoru could almost hear every breath he took. Every gulp when he swallowed his spit. The sound of his heartbeat drumming in his ears.
Satoru was at a loss for words, his lips parting and closing as he looked for the words to say.
The three words he wanted to say that was lodged in his throat like a damn fishbone.
"You should draw the two of us together sometime." He said instead, his gaze glued to his lap.
"Pay for my own birthday present? How cruel." Suguru chuckled under his breath, his hand moving across the page quickly as he noted the soft pout of Satoru's lips and the faint blush decorating his pale cheeks.
It was cute, he thought. Albeit a little childish.
"Bah! Don't think too much about it!" Suguru grunted, waving a dismissive hand in front of him as he took the sketchbook back from Satoru's hands and set it back in the box with everything else.
"Just feeling sentimental, I guess. It's a great gift. I appreciate it."
"No, I didn't mess up." Suguru laughed, his hands still covering the page as he watched Satoru flutter about like a curious child waiting for his Christmas present.
It was funny how excited he looked to see it but it also made Suguru feel a little anxious of disappointing him.
He never showed Satoru his drawings before. Mostly because he didn't know how such a guy would react to his pages upon pages of Satoru's facial expressions.
He was so expressive. Even now, Suguru could clearly see the giddiness in the way his lips curled up from ear to ear.
In that moment, Satoru wondered if he imagined it. That maybe Suguru simply whispered in his ear.
Yet the gentle warmth lingering on his cheek told him otherwise and his attention immediately snapped to the man sitting next to him.
"You..." Satoru gawked.
Suguru could only watch as Satoru stared at that drawing so intently, those sapphire eyes beaming brightly beneath those dark shades as Satoru ran his fingers across the blur of charcoal on the stark white pages.
In any of his drawings, he felt like he'd never truly be able to capture that bright, heartwarming smile. That excitement and happiness oozing off Satoru's existence. So warm and contagious that he felt like a moth drawn to a flame each time they were together.
Satoru immediately took the sketchbook from Suguru's hands the moment it was handed to him, his eyes taking in the sight of the drawing for all its worth with a large, proud grin forming on his face.
What if it wasn't good enough? What if it was a waste of Satoru's gift? Maybe he should've stuck with drawing on the back of his notebook like he used to.
But he couldn't just keep hiding it, right? So, he took his hands away and handed the sketchbook over to his best friend.
"Come on, show me!" Satoru insisted, his hand clasping around Suguru's shoulder as he leaned down to get a good look but Suguru's hands were in the way and he could only see the sides of his hair drawn on the page.
"Why are you hiding it? You messed up, didn't you?"
After a while, his hand finally ceased their movements along the page and he placed the pencil back into the metal case.
Satoru was on his feet immediately, hovering around Suguru in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the sketch he'd just done.
Soulmates AU where the world is monochromatic until you meet your soulmate and it suddenly blooms in color.
Except Gojo is blind and Geto is colorblind.
Soulmates AU where the world is monochromatic until you meet your soulmate and it suddenly blooms in color.
Except Gojo is blind and Geto is colorblind.
If anyone's thinking of ordering, this shop has them on preorder. Also attaching the reddit thread for this particular store.
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He's so nervous that he couldn't even look at Suguru's direction. He could hear the scribbling of the pen across the paper, not realizing it was Shoko that was writing on it. Suguru returns it to him and he's utterly devastated that Suguru answered no. 😭
I'm Satoru Gojo
But not in the strongest or coolest character kinda way
In the autistic, unable to connect with my peers, and burdened by people's expectations kinda way
StSg getting drunk and ending up in each other's bed.
Satoru drunkenly confesses he loves Suguru in between sloppy kisses.
Suguru pausing in shock before he could recover himself only to slur the words "Please don't regret me in the morning" while he goes back in for a kiss.
Every time I hear Too Sweet by Hozier, I imagine SatoSugu having a situationship within those ten years where they'd secretly meet even if they knew they shouldn't and Suguru just keeps thinking that Satoru is too good for him but he can't change who he was for him either way.
@DlANXIAS
It's kinda weird that you're both claiming my wife? That's clearly my hand in the photo. I don't even know how y'all managed to get that, it's very private to us.
Gojo following his heart and knowing that being around Suguru makes him happier than he's ever felt before. For once, he felt like he wasn't alone. He had never seen the world since the day he was born but in his heart, he knew the world would be a kaleidoscope with Suguru in it.