( it's the most difficult thing he's ever had to do up to that point; his partner, his best friend, his moral compass had been snuffed out as though he'd never existed in the first place, even if there had been an undeniable imprint left behind in the shape of a smile he'd so very rarely seen after a certain point. up until he'd defected.

suguru doesn't take his hand away and in turn, this one … might just hold on a bit more tightly, or at least give over the impression that he doesn't want there to be more space between them even when there most definitely should be.

always more alike than not … two sides of the same coin, two beings cut from the same cloth and poured from the same mold whether they realize and acknowledge it or not, but where the other is feeling a flicker of warmth for the first time in too long, gojo is feeling like a part of him that's been missing has finally come back home.

he shouldn't trust this, and he knows he shouldn't, but weakness always has a way of showing itself when it's most detrimental to all those involved, doesn't it?

what did you dream about? ) I'm not sure that I remember … only that it was in black and white. ( he pauses, and finally looks at suguru fully. ) I only ever dream in color. Do you think that means something?