naive!getou

Suguru stares up at the man that's looming over him, tall and unsmiling. He's - He's Satoru, it's definitely Satoru, but he's not at the same time. Gojo Satoru looks like he's a decade older, his frame larger, taking up more space than what Suguru's used to. And the way he surveys Suguru - it makes him feel tingly all over, strangely warm in the low point of his belly. "Hello lovely," Gojo Satoru says, and even his voice has lost the grating edge of his teenage self. "What brings you here?" Or, High school Suguru meets adult Gojo. Things happen.

Suguru's made some new friends on the internet. They're much older than him, and they're so much cooler than any of his peers. They've got such interesting hobbies, too. One of them tells him he's an underwear connoisseur - thongs, jockstraps, frilly panties - you name it, he's got it. He's even mailed some of the ones that don't fit him to Suguru, so that they don't go to waste. Suguru's excited. He's never had such a close friend before, generous in sharing his thoughts and hobbies with him.