#ieiri shokou x reader

[meshiinuma]

you're shaken awake as a voice calls out to you frantically.

"...p...wake up!" suguru? it sure sounded a lot like suguru.

"mnngh..." blearily, your eyes opened to sunlight illuminating the side of suguru's face, some of it hitting his eye and showing off all the intricacies of his iris if one were to look close enough.

the sight of it made you smile, happy to just stare into the face of your beautiful lover who was the cause of the heat in your cheeks and the dopiest of grins that stretched your face and made your eyes crinkle into almost nothing.

"hey." finally, you focused and registered the panicked look on his face. the one he almost never lets show unless the situation is urgent.

like something almost life changingly urgent.

you shot up in bed, "what? what's up?" the sleep in your eyes was rubbed away, but you were as alert as ever.

"it's eight thirty two." he states, like he's expecting you to get the point instantly.

"so?" the tension lessened in your body.

"you have that presentation at eight fifty, the one that's gonna get you that promotion you want."

it's like a lightning bolt shot through you.

fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-" as if you were bitten in the ass, you jumped up from your entanglement in the sheets and dashed to the bathroom, shaking every bit of furniture in the room with each pounding footstep.

a squirt of toothpaste made its way to your pointer finger, absolutely no time for an actual toothbrush, and shoved it in your mouth to brush at your teeth while you started the shower.

suguru rushed into the bathroom and took a shot of mouthwash, swished it around in his mouth for a bit, spat it out, and helped you pull your sleep clothes off while he undressed himself.

in the shower, you rinsed your mouth out and washed out whatever extra toothpaste was left on your finger. your lover lathered himself in soap with his bare hands, foregoing the rag he normally takes his time with every morning and night.

you hop out of the shower, deeming a quick rinse with water clean enough (the idea disgusts you, but you have to set your feelings aside because you were not throwing away this promotion). your husband gets out of the shower after you and first wraps you in the single fluffy towel that stayed in his bedroom.

as he ruffles the towel around you, something occurs to you, "why didn't your alarm go off?" the towel enters your hands and with the same urgency, you dry off suguru while he wrings his hair out.

"i honestly have no clue, it's a little weird that it happened," back in the bedroom, you pulled something vaguely professional from the self-declared 'horde of clothing with no owner' (your own dress pants, satoru's dress shirt, a pre-tied tie from...someone, a hand knit sweater that suguru made you, and shoko's coziest cardigan).

turning to suguru, you saw him smoothing down the last of his outfit (much more casual than yours, orchestra rehearsal doesn't require any specific outfit), "how do i look?" he gave you a quick once over, then leaned forward to kiss the top of your head, "as amazing as always," your hand was grasped in his larger one, "now let's go!"

the two of you hurried down the stairs (with care! satoru's fallen down the stairs so many times, you and shoko have taken to carving little tallies in the base of the newel post) and pounced on the shoe cubby.

your nice dress shoes were pulled over socked feet while suguru tugged on some beat up sneakers. at a second glance, the cubby still had shoko's hospital shoes and satoru's pristine white air force ones.

it seems suguru realized this at the same time, evidenced by the way you both looked up at each other.

then a voice cut through the air, "hey."

in sync, you and suguru whipped your heads around to see shoko and satoru lounging on the couch. satoru was on the far end, squirting a can of whipped cream into his mouth while staring into the tv (the tv was on? you don't think you heard it in your haste to get out of the house). shoko leaned on the arm of the couch, turned towards her two spouses.

"where are you two going dressed like that on a saturday?" a teasing smirk lifted her lips, like she knew your predicament. she looked well rested, her eyebags clearing away to reveal her natural ones. (your heart fluttered at the idea she was taking care of herself)

saturday.

today is saturday.

with slow movements, you sunk to the hardwood floor to lay on your side.

"i'm going to sleep now, goodnight." and you curled up on the floor, closing your eyes and succumbing to the sleep that followed you from the bed.

"you're not sleeping on the floor." then suguru gently turned you onto your back. his fingers pried your eyes open, first stroking the velvety skin then pulling your eyelids up.

"stay awake for me baby, just for a little." your shoes and socks slipped off of you and were placed back into the cubby with care. suguru moved up your body and straddled you so he could get your (shoko's) cardigan off.

"hey! this is a public area! save that for the bedroom!" satoru jeered from his spot on the couch. you suppose the position is a bit suggestive.

suguru raises an eyebrow and slips the article of clothing off of you. he folds it into a perfect square, you watch with anticipation. then he swings his arm back and hurls the knitted piece at his face.

it hits it's target and satoru whines.

a self-satisfied grin makes its way to suguru's face.

he looks back down to you, smile fading into something softer and sweet with love. sickly sweet with love.

a kiss to the shell of your ear and a whisper that sends involuntary shivers down your spine, "let's head to bed, hm?" and he lifts you up, tucking both arms under your folded legs and pressing you into his all consuming warmth.

"wait, are you guys going back to sleep?" satoru asks. you can't see him, but by all the rustling and the clunk of the whipped cream can being placed down indicates him rising from the couch. shoko's following him as well, if you were to go off the little pitter patter accompanying thumping footsteps.

"yeah, are you joining us?" suguru asked while starting up the stairs.

shoko snorted, "you think we're not?" then yelped at satoru flinging himself onto his wife's back, "what are you-"

"carry me shoko...!" satoru whined into her ear. all she did was roll her eyes and secure him onto her back.

instead of making the turn to his own room, suguru pushed open the door to satoru's room and gently deposited you onto the expansive bed.

with a yawn that had tears pricking your eyes, you stretched until your back arched, flopping onto your stomach and laying your head on folded arms.

suguru was half sitting on the bed, looking down at you with a smile that made you melt into mush. he leaned down to kiss you and it's like love (soft, warm, pinkish-orange, fuzzy) was breathed into you yet again. you reciprocated with a kiss to suguru's temple as he buried his head next to yours, "i'm sorry." he whispered.

"why?" you whispered back.

"for getting the day wrong and making you rush." before rising above you to change out of his own clothes, he kissed your cheek. a grin stretched your lips.

shoko and satoru crashed onto the bed shortly after, a tangle of limbs and complaints.

"your arm is in my face-!" satoru smacked shoko's hand away while she kicked his leg away from her feet, "and your leg is in the way!" to alleviate this quandary, you rolled over until you were on shoko's torso and splaying your legs on satoru's shoulder.

"hi." you greeted shoko.

"hi back." shoko greeted you.

"what about me?" satoru cried in fake indignity.

"what about you?" shoko prodded. you didn't miss the way her arm went over his neck to hold the back of his head.

"none of my spouses have said hello to me, which means...!" he took a breath, "divorce. you guys are divorcing poor old me on my birthday!"

"it's not your birthday," suguru chimed in and placed a folded oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts on your chest.

you rolled off shoko to change as satoru defended himself, "uh. yes it is!"

"no, your birthday is december seventh." suguru sunk his knees into the alaskan king, hand moving to stroke shoko's ankle (his finger always stroked over a little mole right at the curve of her fibula, sometimes he'd kiss it when she collapses on the couch from another forty eight hour shift complaining of sore feet).

"yeah, but i have five other birthdays. and today is one of them." satoru sat up and placed his fists at his hips. shoko's hand slid down to rest on his thigh.

you should probably change now.

the latch on your pants is opened and quickly thrown to the side, it's replaced with basketball shorts that have the beginnings of all three of your spouses names on the tag, but the rest of it's muddled.

expensive fabric scrapes your body as you pull off the button up, after throwing off your vest and tie into some other corner of the trash pile that makes up satoru's room. satoru, shoko, and suguru are still bantering in the background, but they go silent at your bare torso.

a low whistle cuts through the air and you whip your head around to see a dirty grin stretching across satoru's face. shoko has her head propped up by her hand that's covering the lower half of her face and her eyes were hooded, swimming with her usual mirth and something a little hotter. suguru just had his head cocked to the side and appreciation smeared across his face.

you just raised an eyebrow, "oh, so i'm only liked for my body in this relationship? i see how it is," and with a fake-annoyed huff, you slipped the soft cotton shirt onto you.

"no...!" satoru cried out and launched himself onto your lap. shoko snuggled up to your back, slipping her ice cold hands under your shirt. suguru laid on his side on the lower part of your stretched out legs.

"wow, further proving my point, using me for heat and as furniture. i'm being used in this marriage!" your hands were thrown to the sky in false exasperation.

satoru pouted and moved up to clutch the sides of your face, "nuh-uh, you're our baby!" shoko added on, "our baby with a smokin' hot bod," for emphasis she squeezed your middle lightly, making you giggle.

suguru opened his mouth to speak his piece, but he was interrupted by a yawn emerging from his mouth. for a moment he shook his head to reawaken himself, "god, i must be really tired..." he chuckled as shoko laid her forehead against your shoulder and yawned as well.

"well, i'm not..." satoru blinked and tears pricked his eyes as he held in the yawn. shoko brought her head back up to look at her husband fail to contain his fatigue, "you're not...?" she raised an eye brow and massaged up and down your sides.

he held in his yawn until his cheeks eventually puffed up and a full tear rolled down his cheek, "huarrghhh..." he slumped a bit and smacked his lips sluggishly.

"aw..." your hand went to the top of his head to ruffle his hair. satoru tilted his head up, seeking more affection. you gave it freely and moved your hand down to scratch at the underside of his chin. he'd be purring if he could.

"he's kinda like a dog..." you mumbled to shoko, but your other two husbands heard you.

satoru jerked his head up and indignantly barked, "i am not!" your hand went to scratch at his undercut and he melted back into your legs.

suguru's hand went to rub up and down satoru's spine, "yeah, sure you aren't." all satoru did in response was hum and shift in place.

then suddenly, shoko's fingers brushed over a spot on you that was particularly ticklish and you shrieked, lurching forward.

"aha! shoko, why...!" you whined and turned back to her, pouting.

"oh, i'm sorry babe, i didn't mean it. come back, it won't happen." she opened her hands to signal you to return to your original position. you gave her a suspicious look and settled back into her hold.

"anyway-" you were interrupted by shoko tickling you yet again and shrieked yet again.

"stop! i can and will divorce you!" playfully, you smacked her fingers away.

"just me?" shoko fake pouted and pointed to herself, "yes. just you. i'm gonna take the kids too." you blew a raspberry at her.

behind you, suguru and satoru were giggling, "what are you two laughing at?" you questioned.

suguru was able to calm down enough to reply, "what kids?" he raised an eyebrow with a grin tugging at his lips.

"our five kids! breighlyn, mackeighlyn, jackenlyn, beckenlynyn, tomlinson, and steve!" you exclaimed like they were supposed to know.

shoko pressed her mouth into your shoulder, muffling her own giggles, "that was six names," she pointed out after bringing the lower half of her face up.

"oh. sorry about that, steve is our sixth unwanted child who we lock in the basement. i'm not taking him." you crossed your arms and turned your head to the side with a huff.

"s-so-" satoru coughed, trying to contain himself, "we have six kids?"

"yup."

"and one of them is unwanted?"

"mhm."

"and he's locked in the basement?"

"yes."

his pale face slowly turned red with laughter, "and...and what'll happen if we go down there?"

"uh. well...steve's gonna run up to you and...and...hold his hands out! yeah, and ask," you cleared your throat so you could ready your over exaggerated british accent, "please sir! i want some more gruel and a bo'ol o' wa'er please!" suguru cleared his throat, an amused smile stretching his cheeks, "and then what's gonna happen?"

"if you say no he'll stab you until you die." suguru let out a little 'snnrk!' at your deadpan.

"he'll stab me until i die?" he clarified.

"he'll stab you until you die." you confirmed.

suguru nodded like he was mulling this information over in his head, but his smile gave away how unserious he was being.

he swallowed, "noted. if you divorce shoko is she keeping him?"

"yes. she has to fight and kill him, ridding the world of any and all violence." and then you flopped onto your side (well, as much as you could, satoru and suguru were both still laying on your legs).

"all this talk of divorce is making me tired..." you sighed as shoko shifted to snuggle your back.

"me too," she kissed your cheek, "ready to sleep?" she huskily whispered into your ear.

skeptically, you turned to her, "yeah. sleep. only sleep." shoko just hummed and cuddled you closer to her, "yup, just sleep."

she lightly kicked at your two husbands still on your legs, "off'a them or i'll have to amputate."

satoru grumbled and rolled off your legs towards his wife. suguru lifted himself off and knee-shuffled to face you.

"hi." he whispered. you yawned.

"hey." your eyes started to flutter closed as suguru's arm went to wrap around you and satoru pressed further into shoko, prompting her to squeeze you into suguru's soft chest.

before falling into dreamland, you groggily mumbled, "g'night..."

[meshiinuma]

pool day

relationship: poly sashisu x reader

desc: it's your mission to keep your lifeguard date mates company while they perform their duties at the pool

wrd cnt: 3.6k

warnings: gn reader, fluff !!, thats it !!!

a(shley's)/n: this is mostly 4 me bcuz i got my nostril pierced n now i CANT GO UNDERWATER . I ONLY WENT 2 THE POOL ONCE THIS SUMMER AUGHHHHH and i bought some rlly cute swimsuits 2 :[[[ sighhhhh ill resign myself 2 being above water i suppose also the song suguru is humming later is paikea by patea maori club

‘fwee!’

at the sound of the sharp whistle of the lifeguard, you stop.

“no running.” she calls out to you, smugness tinging her tone.

you look up to see shoko sitting at the top of the tall lifeguard chair. she has her sunglasses low on the bridge of her nose, staring you down with a salacious look in her deep dark brown eyes.

“and no food by the pool.” with a pout, you lean on one of the white bases of the high chair and suck at your blue raspberry popsicle.

“this is a dictatorship.” you finally say after slurping out enough flavor to satisfy you for the time being.

“shame.” shoko pulls off her sunglasses and gets a good look at you from your spot underneath the huge red shade attached to the back of her chair, her blindingly white shirt dulled underneath the shadow. if you looked close enough, you could see her black bikini bottoms peeking out.

she tucks some of her hair behind her ear, you thought it was growing out quite nicely. you didn’t say that though. you actually just chomped off the discolored part of the popsicle, pure ice melting on your tongue.

sigh “i don’t know why all three of you decided to sign up for lifeguarding, now i’m all alone, burning. slowly infecting myself with skin cancer…!” your girlfriend chuckles at your dramatic declaration. 

“you know we need some cash, just surviving off of satoru’s trust fund isn’t enough. plus, you have your own job.” shoko reasons, her attention slipping from you briefly so she could switch off her water proof alarm, beeping to remind her to switch out guard posts.

“that pays more too…” you mumbled and licked up a stray droplet about to fall onto the concrete. out of the corner of your eye, you see shoko stop for a moment and stare at the pink muscle work it’s way up the rocket-shaped dessert.

to suck more sugar out of the ice, you take the popsicle fully into your mouth and slowly pull it out with a pop.

by now, shoko was down from her post and smacked you lightly on the shoulder, “in public?” judging by her grin and the little flush across her cheeks, she didn’t care.

“as if you, satoru, and suguru don’t do worse, hm?” you leaned forward with a teasing grin, close enough to give her a little peck with your blue stained lips.

she giggled at the ticklish feeling of your lips brushing against her soft cheek and pushed you away when you bit into it lightly, “okay, okay. there’s kids around, you know that?” she drawls, but still gives you a kiss and nip on your bottom lip back.

the two of you are interrupted by two pairs of feet leisurely strolling down the side of the pool, one voice greeting you and your girlfriend loudly.

you look up to see the last half to your heart approaching, one in a lifeguard tank top and the other shirtless, both have bright red swim trunks on.

“hi baby! hi my darling shoko!” satoru jogs up and gives you a wet kiss on your lips, more spit than lip action. he repeats the action with his girlfriend. she splutters and gently shoves him away.

“you’re like a dog, slobbering everywhere��” shoko leans up to peck him on the forehead, cradling his head like she did yours.

suguru comes up behind satoru and leans over him to give you a kiss on the cheek, deciding to save his more overt affection for later.

once shoko and satoru separate, suguru leans over shoko and gives her a kiss on the top of her head. she reciprocates with a kiss to his jaw while satoru bounds up the lifeguard chair and settles into place with his rescue tube.

when they pulled away, you admired the way they stared at each other. the love they had was palpable. you smiled involuntarily and licked at your popsicle.

they pulled apart when the manager of the pool speed walked by with a bark of an order, “ieiri! to your station! geto! back to making rounds around the pool!” 

there was always something bothering him. shoko just rolled her eyes and waved goodbye to her partners, leisurely walking to her next lifeguard post at a farther end of the pool.

satoru brushed your shoulder closest to him with the end of his crocs, “hey.” you looked up to see his own sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, a silly grin on his face, “can’t eat near the pool.” just like a little puppy dog, he tilted his head to the side and let out a huff of air like a laugh.

in response, you stared up at him with sultry eyes as you tossed whatever was left of the popsicle around your tongue. when you bit of the last of the ice, you slowly pulled the stick while maintaining eye contact.

satoru’s face turned red and his beautiful ocean blues widened. he whipped his head to the side and mumbled, “shut up…” you giggled and slapped his exposed calf, moving towards suguru.

internally, you were giggling and screaming and kicking your legs. suguru was just the type to make anyone shy and flustered, even if he was a big softie on the inside. outwardly, you were coy and sly, “hey, big boy.” at your approach, suguru cupped his hand on the side of your head and granted you the privilege of one of his soft lipped smiles.

“hi,” he fiddled with some of your hair, then perked up.

“oh!” he leaned down to the white plumeria bushes lining the pool fence and plucked one with a long stem. your boyfriend turned back to you, still waiting patiently, and slipped it behind your left ear. after he secured it, he kissed the shell of your left ear, “thought of you after i saw them.” suguru whispered, sending giddy shivers down your spine at the thought of taking up space in someone’s mind.

when he pulled away, a lovely grin split your face almost in two and you bashfully looked away, carefully cupping the flower decorating your ear.

“wh-hey!” you and suguru turned to satoru, who had a grumpy look on his face at the affection you were receiving.

“aw, do you want one too satoru?” before he could answer, you were already making your way towards the bushels of flowers.

your fingers danced around tons of white petaled, yellow centered flowers until you found the one with the brightest center. just like your sun.

you plucked it happily, with ample room on the stem so you could tuck it behind his left ear, and bounded over to the lifeguard chair he was sat at.

“i have something for you!” you singsonged, holding the pretty flower behind your back.

satoru gasped as if he didn’t just watch you pluck from the flower bushes, “for me? i couldn’t possibly imagine what it could be!”

shyly, you stepped up to the first step of the chair and held out the flower. like a dog offering something for its beloved owner.

your other boyfriends hands cupped the petals, making sure not to crumple them, “oh…thank you baby…” he looked up at you, love and adoration crowding his eyes, “i love it,” and he moved to take it from you, but you slipped it away at the last second, “nuh-uh! I’ll put it on for you, then i know it’ll look perfect. a perfect flower for my perfect baby.” 

bright red exploded across the pale cheeks of your boyfriend as you stuck the wooden popsicle stick in your mouth and gently turned his head so you could slip the flower behind his left ear, “i’m your perfect baby?” he asked.

when you finished, you turned his head back to you to get a good look at him, “my most perfect, most loveliest, smartest baby.”

satoru looked beautiful.

he does everyday, but the delicate flower added a more gentle touch to him. something that distanced him from the cold winter beauty he was born with. made him more suited for the bright blue of the pool in the full swing of summer.

you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, “you’re so beautiful satoru.” you spoke around the stick in your mouth. suguru came up next to you and leaned on the side of the chair, looking up at satoru with reverence shining in his fox eyes.

“you really are beautiful…” he trailed off and satoru got flustered all over again, jutting his wet pink bottom lip out with a shy smile.

“thanks…” your white haired lover turned back to you and suguru, something more down to earth twisting his lips up, “you guys are pretty beautiful too, even more than me.” he chuckled as you ruffled the top of his head (careful not to jostle the plumeria out).

“alright you charmer, weaseling your way into our hearts,” you smacked his bare pec and got down from the chair, going back to the flowers blooming and making the whole area smell so sweet, yet spicy with undertones of cinnamon.

another flower made it’s way into your hands, but this one was a bright blush pink with a spot of yellow in the middle. 

suguru’s intense. he burns with love and care for everything that could ever be cared about. passionate. he craves happiness on the inside. for as long as you’ve known him, he’s always been pursuing joy to complete him. you hope he feels complete around you, satoru, and shoko.

“turn around and crouch down a little.” suguru follows obediently with a hum and lets you part his bun so you could safely tuck the little flower into his top knot. when done, you move his hair out of the way so you could peck the nape of his neck.

at the brush of your lips against him, he shudders and jerks away with a chuckle, “alright, calm down, you can do that later.” you just rolled your eyes.

when looking at suguru head on, the little bit of intense pink poked out behind him. it just added more to his thin and refined features, crafted with light and precise strokes of a brush.

your thumb reached up to swipe at a droplet of sweat starting to run down his forehead, “have you been putting sunscreen on?” your head whipped around to satoru, “both of you?” 

“sir yes sir!” satoru saluted while you and suguru chuckled. satoru has sensitive skin that burns easy, and his refusal to put a shirt on only heightens the chances of him coming home peeling and burnt to a crisp. suguru needs sunscreen less, but he still cares for the health of his skin. that doesn’t stop him from coming home a few shades darker and having tan lines from his work clothes.

you kissed suguru’s cheek and went over to the lifeguard chair that satoru was at, already waiting with his head ducked.

“good. now i’m gonna go give one to shoko,” you plucked a completely white flower from the bushes and started towards where shoko was seated, “make sure not to slack off!” you called out behind you as you threw away the popsicle stick in a trashcan.

satoru and suguru just waved goodbye to you, sporting mischievous grins.

the stem of the flower twirled between your fingers while your mind wandered off to your girlfriend.

smart shoko. smart, beautiful, trusting, obsessively clean shoko. you sighed wistfully at the memory of her forcing suguru out of the pool last summer after he got his nipples pierced, citing the insane amount of germs floating around in a pool, even if they were sanitized with chlorine. if someone was drowning in front of shoko, you don’t think she’d jump in and get them herself.

your feet slowed once they approached the base of the lifeguard chair, “hello lovely girlfriend of mine.” you cooed, reaching for her hand resting on the armrest of the chair.

“why hello to you too, light of my life, fire of my loins.” her hand went to caress you from the top of your head to the bottom of your chin, “i thought we were in public, sho-ko.” you teased and moved to stand in front of the lifeguard chair.

“sorry babe, just can’t resist myself around you.” she chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever now get over here, i have something for you.” you stood on the first step of the lifeguard chair, still twirling the plumeria in your hand.

“oh? i’d love to see it.” she drawled, offering her head to you.

judging by her nonchalant reaction, she had seen the interaction between her partners.

with tender hands, you tucked the flower behind her left ear and secured it as best as you could. when you were done, your hand slid down to her jaw and brought her head up to face you.

“you look really good, shoko.” you had to restrain yourself from pouring your heart out, or she’d shrink away (a habit you, satoru, and suguru were trying to break). in reality, she looked more than good. she looked stunning. the pure white flower mellowed her out, adding some contrast to her lightly tanned skin and brunette hair. it complimented her faint freckles too, giving the perfect image of a beautiful island dwelling twenty-something woman who spent all her time by the shore.

but you couldn’t say any of that. you just leaned in and kissed her cheek, “like, really good.” 

she flushed a light pink and tucked her stray hair back, “thanks, you look good too.” you couldn’t hold yourself back, you have the most amazing woman in the world and you weren’t going to waste time saving your words for the right time. you could die tomorrow and shoko would never know how beautiful you think she is.

“pretty girl shoko.” a kiss to her jaw, “smart girl shoko.” a kiss to her forehead, “my most amazing girl shoko.” a kiss to the tip of her nose.

your (future wife) girlfriend giggled and pushed you away lightly, looking away so you wouldn’t see her chill facade break at your insistence to love on her, “okay! okay, i get it…”

“anything interesting happen while i was gone?” you hum and turn shoko back to you as she fans herself with a baseball cap satoru slapped onto her head before they left the house for their shift.

“well,” she swallowed and finally looked back at you, “i watched a bird, like, dive for someone's ice cream and take a whole chunk out of it. it kinda looked like a crow and later i saw this lady with a weird braid surrounded by crows.” you leaned against the armrest of the lifeguard chair as she regaled you with more tales of the pool, “and then i saw these two kids, one of them had pink hair and the other had a bob, push this other kid that looked like a sea urchin-”

“how could you say that about a child shoko!” you gasped dramatically, “this is an injustice to all children in the world!” she just flicked your forehead and continued, undisturbed.

“anyway, they pushed the kid in and when he got out he chased them with his service dogs.”

“did you tell them to stop running?” amusement filled your voice, “nope.” she popped the p and settled back into her chair.

“oh, so you’re just targeting me then? how rude.” your fists went to your hips and she just pushed her (you’re pretty sure those are satoru’s, if you were to judge by the expensive luxury brand on the arm) sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, “yup.” 

before you could retort back, the pool manager passed by and barked out another order, “no distractions ieiri! back to work!” and he speed walked past, yelling at other employees as he went.

shoko rolled her eyes and you sighed, “i’ll see you at lunch, yeah?” and you pecked her on the lips.

“yeah, see ya’.” she said after you pulled away and made your way to the many slides at the pool.

for the next hour, you went down all of the slides twice, did some sick tricks on the diving boards, and raided the snack bar for free popsicles and ice cream bars (through all of this, you placed the plumeria safely in your pool bag. you retrieved it when you got sick of the water and pruney fingers, choosing to stay on land for a bit).

the pool lets lifeguards go for lunch during adult swim, so when they call for everyone under eighteen to get out, you happily make your way to the little cluster of circle benches in the food court.

you spot shoko and satoru in the far corner, shaded by a large tree and having an animated conversation.

as you approach, you start to hear bits and pieces of their conversation and pick up on the agitated tone in shoko’s reply, “dude, it’s not even going to happen there’s zero chance of that, so i have no clue why you think i’m the best person to ask for that answer.” satoru sighs, “it’s a hypothetical question, shoko! it’s not going to happen! but if it did happen i’d have to think about it!”

“what are you thinking about? i didn’t even know you could do that, satoru.” you take a seat at the bench next to shoko. satoru opens his mouth to speak, then stops, “hey…” you waved him off, “what were you talking about, though?”

“if it’s ethical to fuck my clone.”

…

“oh.” you blink at him, “well. hm.” you pause, mulling the question over in your mind, “i think we need suguru for that one.” swiveling your head around, you look for him, “where is he, anyway?”

“in the snack bar.” shoko replies, turning back to satoru to comment on the absurdity of his question as you rise to get your boyfriend.

suguru is standing in front of the soda machine, getting some cola in a to go cup and singing under his breath, “uie mai koia, whakahuatie ake…” but stops when you shove your face into his (actually really sweaty, gross) back and wrap your arms around his waist.

“oh! hi baby,” his big hand goes to hold your arm as you listen to him fill up another cup with soda. you pull away pretty fast once you couldn’t take the face-full of stink coming from his semi-drenched tank top. you didn’t blame him, today was one of the hottest days of the month.

“i’m almost done here, can you get our lunch from the fridge?” like the loving and amazing partner you are, you grab the bright yellow lunch box with tons of zippers, the baby blue and gray square lunch box, and the green tiffin box covered with a dark forest green handkerchief. from the freezer compartment, you grab an ice cream bar for yourself.

when you turn around, you see suguru waiting for you with three to go cups filled with various drinks and one heat insulating thermos in his hands, “got everything?” and he tilts his head in that adorable way that makes his bang swish a little and it fills you with the urge to dote over him and pinch his cheeks.

you push down the urge, “yeah!” and follow him out the door.

suguru places down everyone's drink first and you put down lunch boxes immediately afterwards. shoko’s tiffin, satoru’s box, and suguru’s lunch box that could qualify as a mini satchel.

you sit down afterwards and unwrap your ice cream bar, taking a big bite out of it first thing. shoko opens her tiffin and starts to snack from the top compartment filled with shrimp chips. satoru opens his box and unwraps a soft baked dessert, sinking his teeth into it once it was sufficiently out of its casing. suguru doesn’t unzip his own until he sees everyone has started eating, but as he moves to open his lunch he stops and narrows his eyes at you.

“is that all you’ve been eating today?” he accuses you in the middle of your bite of vanilla goodness.

“yesh.” you reply, mouth full of the cold dessert.

suguru pouts and says your name in the way you would when you’re mildly disappointed in someone, “you have to eat something with actual substance!” he declares as he opens his lunch box fully and pulls out something wrapped.

“well maybe you shouldn’t tell me you guys have too much frozen stuff and then give me the key to the snack bar!” you retort after swallowing.

your boyfriend just rolls his eyes and places a wrapped and square object in front of you, “here. since i know you don’t eat anything that’ll keep you full when you’re here.” you reach across the table to give satoru your ice cream bar (so he can have a bite, at this point it’s become instinctual to give him a little bit of your dessert when he’s around) and unwrap the object.

you gasp at what’s inside.

“a sandwich? for me?” you coo and take a bite of the mediterranean sandwich you saw him prep that morning, you just didn’t know he was making another one for you.

“thank you, sugu!” and you peck him on the cheek for his chivalrous activity.

he just looks away bashfully and opens up his thermos to take a sip from the hot tea he brewed that morning.

happily, you gobble down the sandwich made just for you as conversation leisurely flows through the table. sometimes you pick off one of shoko’s spring rolls, satoru’s oreos, or sips of suguru’s tea. none of them mind, willing to give anything to you. their lover. light of their lives.

you were just content. happy to be covered in chlorine water, eyes stinging a bit, and sating your ravenous hunger. here, with your lovers and the scent of sweet and spicy filling the air.