liquid run down his throat before turning to the other sitting next to him . “ satoru , how’s it going over there ? ” @weildsinfinity

a sigh leaves suguru’s lips as he finally passes through the second stack of graded homework . he truly was one of the teachers who assigned a lot of it , only to ensure his students were really grasping the concepts . hand moves to a cup of now cold tea , letting the +

/ lowkey if i can’t find a ship partner i’m gonna flip ( yes again 🤪 )

/ i mostly write romance.

/ is there any gojo that would like to write satosugu .

( a heavy sigh . ) not really .

i buy you a stash for yourself so this doesn’t happen .

satoru gojo , if you steal the sweets out of my desk again , i’m punching you .

nimble fingers drag a red pen across an assignment . tongue out slightly in concentration , cup of steaming chamomile tea next to him . suguru is grading test papers , the pile seeming to shrink as the steam slowly leaves the tea . forgotten and cold .