“... how exactly did you manage this?” Nanami sighed as he looked up at Yuji. His partner had been following him down the fire escape after they dispatched the curse on the top floor of the abandoned building. Despite Yuji’s prowess in battle, he slipped on the rain slicked metal and his clothes got caught, leaving him dangling over the edge. His face was at Nanami’s height, swaying slightly.

“Dunno! But hey, you should come just a liiiiittle closer!” Yuji said, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief. Nanami squinted at him, trying to read exactly what sort of trouble Yuji was up to before he took a step closer to him. Yuji’s hands reached out and cupped his face.

“What are you--” Nanami started to ask, but was cut off by Yuji kissing him. His lips felt soft but a little strange upside down, a much different feeling than standard. They lost themselves in each other for just a moment. Yuji grinned through the kiss until Nanami pulled away, his high cheekbones pink.

“Hehe, always wanted to try that,” Yuji admitted, his own face blushing cutely. Nanami’s eyes widened as he dropped suddenly, landing on his feet with ease.

“... did you only pretend to be caught?” He asked with a stern edge to his voice. Yuji shrugged.

“Well, you wouldn’t Spiderman kiss me otherwise,” he said breezily. Nanami tried to maintain his glare but his lips twitched towards a smile, giving him away. He pressed a kiss to the top of Yuji’s head.

“Come on, you trickster. Let's go home.”

“Have you even kissed someone? I just can't picture it,” Satoru continued to babble. Somehow, he'd become fixated on the idea that Kento was still a virgin. He blamed the alcohol. Kento had drank far more than he usually did to cope with drunk Satoru, wasted after a single fruity cocktail. The white haired menace leaned into Kento's side, unable to maintain his balance on the bar stool.

“Not your business,” Kento growled. Satoru poked his cheek, grinning wide.

“Bet ya haven't. Bet ya don't even know how. Don’t worry, I can teach you, Nanamin, I won't tell anyone how bad you are,” Satoru continued as if he hadn't spoken. Kento's thin thread of remaining patience snapped, and he grabbed Satoru’s face with one hand, his grip strong on his jaw. Satoru’s blue eyes widened and he sucked in a breath to say something else sure to be annoying when Kento captured his lips.

Kento kissed him roughly but with skillful precision. His thin lips moved against Satoru’s firmly, guiding the kiss. Satoru whimpered when Kento's tongue licked at his pressed together lips, opening his mouth to him. His tongue licked his, rubbing against it dominantly. His hand cupped the back of Satoru’s head, tilting him how he wanted him before stroking his undercut. Kento pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths.

“That’s all that a brat like you is going to get until your behavior changes,” Kento told him firmly. Satoru’s face went bright red, instantly hard. Kento stood from his stool and smirked dangerously before slipping away. Satoru’s fried brain tried to process quickly.

“Wait wait wait come back! I'll be a good boy! Nanamin!!”

Moonlight shining through the window was the only light in the dark bedroom. It was enough for Yuji to see by. He was curled into Satoru’s side, the older man sleeping peacefully. His eyes were closed, his white eyelashes dusting over his cheeks, his bare chest rising and falling with each slow breath. Yuji’s eyes were fixed to his abdomen, where a pink jagged line crossed the entirety of his midsection.

Yuji slowly slid down the bed, careful not to disturb his lover. It had been months since the miraculous day they had defeated Ryomen Sukuna, but it still flashed clearly across his eyes-- Satoru nearly cleaved in two, Shoko desperately knitting his body back together while Yuji and the other sorcerers took on the King of Curses. The victory had been bittersweet, and the consequences still haunted him. He felt like Satoru being by his side at all was a desperate hallucination. He leaned over and pressed a feather light kiss to Satoru’s scar, covered the next moment by a tear that fell from his eyes.

“What are you doing down there? C'mere and let me hold you,” Satoru’s sleepy voice cut through the silent night.

“Sorry,” Yuji warbled. Satoru helped drag him up, looked reverently at Yuji’s face. His fingers traced his own scars-- over his eye, the marks underneath that had housed Sukuna’s eyes, the tear at the corner of his mouth. The thousands of minute lines that littered his body all over, pale against his tan skin.

“I'm not going anywhere, Yuji. I promise,” Satoru told him, smiling warmly, like he knew it was that easy. Perhaps it was. He leaned up and kissed the larger of Yuji’s scars, his brow, the corner of his lips. He couldn’t kiss the ugliest scars, the ones on his heart made of fear and loss. But he kissed Yuji’s lips and gently pulled him back into his embrace, resting Yuji’s head over his heart. The constant thrum of his heartbeat was reassuring. Yuji wrapped his arm around Satoru’s waist and buried his face deeper.

“Don’t disappear, okay?”

Yuji could hear the rumble of Satoru’s sleepy laugh.

“Never.”