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I think so.

[He lets out an amused huff at that, hand moving further along it now.]

That good?

Satoru. [He's not stopping him though, the contact a little weird feeling but it's not unpleasant, far from it. ]

[He'll take that as a yes and his fingers dance over the feathers. A slight grin finally returns to his face as an idea strikes him. They were far from anywhere, but the closest was probably Agrona Academy.

Despite the fact that were completely isolated out here, his voice is low, almost a whisper.]

Agrona has places to stay. Nothing fancy, but...

[Gojo runs a hand one last time over a wing.]

Let's fly there.

[ The way Satoru is stroking his wings isn't lost on him, any more than the idea behind going somewhere and he inhales a breath, eyes closing for a moment. ]

If you want to teleport, I can meet you there. [It'll give him a little time to compose himself, not that he expects that to last for long. ]

Or I can call Rainbow dragon. I'm not sure how much my wings can support.

[He shakes his head.]

You leave those physics to me. I can make it work. [What are physics when you're Gojo Satoru?]

You fly, I'll go with you. I won't hold you down.

[ Geto eyes him for a moment before flexing his wings and lifting off the ground. ] Which way?"

Northwest. You'll see it on the horizon soon enough. [All it takes is some cursed energy to manipulate his own center of gravity. He keeps one hand in Geto's, and as soon as he gets high enough up, he lifts up with him, as if he weighed almost nothing.
Once you've mastered Red and Blue, this is child's play.]

C'mon. I wanna forget about everyone else for a day again.

[Like their new year's trip. Sometimes, moving off to some remote area of Folkmore, just the two of them, seemed very tempting.]

[ Geto watches him out of the corner of his eye, and then just lets his hand go to wrap an arm around Gojo's middle, before heading in that direction. He's quiet though until they land, walking distance from Agrona. ]

We can find a place here, you said?

[He's quiet too, oddly enough. But there's a smile on his face pretty much the whole trip. What a wonderful feeling this was.

It's calmed him down enough that, by the time they land, his Myth features have vanished again.]

Been meaning to bring you here, you know. I think you'd like it. And it's the one place we can all go all-out without Thirteen pitching a fit about it.

["All" meaning the sorcerers as a group. He's already set up a sign-up sheet in Agrona for anyone who wants to spar him.

He turns, and nods in the direction of the small huts the dot alongside the Academy grounds.]

Yeah. Hardly the Ritz, I know. But you can't say I haven't taken you places~.

As long as there's an actual place to sleep, we'll be fine. [His gaze drifts to the huts before he tursn in that direction.]

The doors have locks, right?

[Gojo takes his hand and shoots him a grin as he heads off towards them.]

I think so, but there's only one way to find out. C'mon, li'l birdie.

[That earns him a swat from one of the wings as they start walking toward the huts.]

[That gets a devilish little chuckle out of him as they get to the first unoccupied hut. They're in luck as the place is clean, and at least marginally cooler inside than the rest of the desert. And yes, the door locks. Which Gojo does moments after they're both inside, his head cocked inquisitively, back to the door.]

How come you can seem to keep your wings if you want them, but my stuff only seems to come out when I least want it to?

[His tone suggests he's not mad about it, more just curious. He holds up one of his hands to look at the claws that have since disappeared, the holes they dug in his palms now healed. He's still a mess, though. Torn clothes, blood smeared across him. He starts to wish he hadn't had the reminder, the curious smile slipping from his face.]

I don't know. [But the wings do disappear, Geto turning to look at him before rubbing a hand over his face.]

They probably have towels and clothes in the shower area so you can change. Let's go get you cleaned up.

... Yeah. Showers are at the end of the hall, I think.

[He unlocks the door and opens it slightly, listening for the sound of people, checking to see if can spot the energy of anyone nearby. The place seems fairly quiet, with most people at classes at midday.

He slips out the door, shooting a glance over his shoulder as he does.]

... You're coming too, right?

I'm going to be right there with you. [And more than that if they have the time, his eyes locked on Satoru's back as they walk down the hall.]

Seems deserted enough.

Nah, I think most people are in class at the moment. It's a combat school, so they're all probably out on the grounds all kicking each other around.

[Not many people probably stayed at the school full time, anyway. Folkmore was pretty good with their public transit.

The shower room does indeed have towels, and school branded sweats to change into. His current clothes will being straight into the trash. He's also going to be standing under a warm stream of water for several minutes, eyes closed and arm propping himself up against the wall. Trying to gather himself together.]

[Geto's clothing gets set aside and he comes up behind Satoru while he's under the spray, hands sliding down his sides, Geto pressing himself against his back.]

You understand why I was angry, right? [Lips brush just under his ear, Geto unable to resist the contact. ]

[Gojo relaxes at his touch, leaning into him. He could stay here like this all day if he could. He needs it after a day like today. A hand goes to cover one of Geto's, squeezing it.]

When I saw him, I just-- I couldn't think straight anymore. I couldn't think.

[The fact that Fushiguro was there and all the implications it brought; the idea that Thirteen would even entertain the thought of bringing him to Folkmore, let alone do it; revenge for what he'd done to Amanai, to Geto, to himself; the confluence of several months of stress and anger exploding at once.

His voice is only just audible over the sound of the water.]

I'm sorry, Suguru.

I know. [Because that's how Gojo is, how they both are, really. In the heat of the moment, they can both be reckless, after all. His Finngers catch Satoru's chin, turn his head to kiss him slow and deep.]

You're still here. I'll get over it.

[A kiss like that is almost enough to derail his thoughts completely, letting it linger. He turns on his heels, flush against Geto, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. For a moment, he squeezes his eyes closed.]

I didn't want--

[He hesitates. He didn't want to kill Toji - but at the same time, he did. Because he doesn't want Toji to hurt anyone else. Because he doesn't want anyone else do what Gojo sees as his own dirty work. Because it's easier to give in to that urge than it is to oppress it.

It's hard for him to articulate. Part of him doesn't want to, either. But if he can't talk to Geto, who else could he talk to? He presses his forehead to Geto's.]

I don't want to be like that.

[That's the best he can do for now.]

Satoru, you're not a murderer. You didn't want him to hurt anyone else after what he did to Amanai [What he'd done to all of them but Suguru doesn't know the details beyond Amanai and that Satoru had killed him.

One hand moves, curls around the back of his head. ] Take a breath next time, stop and think. Call me. You're not alone here and you don't have to take on everything solo because people think you're the strongest.

[Hearing it from Geto is what he needs, even if parts of him still fights these ideas. Geto is the only person who has a chance of getting him to believe all that, to get those ideas to sink in.

He can't even imagine how he thought he could get along here without him.

He pulls back only to look at Geto as he speaks, only managing a nod in response. He leans in to give him a kiss, sweet and gentle, before saying something he really should say more often.]

Thank you.

[He shrugs faintly, presses him back against the wall, kissing him again, one hand cradling the back of his head. ] I'm your shadow, Satoru. It's what I do.

[Shadow was too small of a role, too secondary. Gojo doesn't much like that descriptor for someone so important. He shakes his head with a slight grin, only being able to come up with metaphors that were far too lame.

Well, whatever. Then it was time to be lame. No one's ever accused him of being a poet. A hand trails down the curve of Geto's spine.]

Shadow? Please. You're the sun. The reason to wake up in the morning. Making everything brighter.

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