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ivyvenus333 · 2 months ago

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satosugu fic rec list!!

16 fics, 20k - 260k words (ordered by word count), lots of slow burn and angst with happy endings:), all on a03!

✪ – stsg staples (if new, start here ;o) | ✵ – personal favs

+ blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me (flyingmonkiesattack)

"Or: Getou Suguru is married and doesn't believe in soulmates. But when he meets Gojo Satoru, he can't help but be enthralled by the man." (Soulmate-identifying Marks, Cheating, ANGST) wc: 20k / Complete

+ loved you first (flyingmonkiesattack)

“Satoru is used to being clingy with his best friend, draping himself all over Suguru at any and every opportunity. Suguru never seems to mind, giving back just as much as he takes. And then he gets a boyfriend, and Satoru’s world comes crashing down.” (Jealous Gojo Satoru, Getting Together, First Time) WC: 21k / Complete

+ ✵ i'll become your wound (ordinarymonsters)

“He would know this voice anywhere—the softness of it, the warmth. It curls around him, achingly familiar. It’s been ten years, but there are some things not even time can erase. He’s certain he would even recognize the smell of him. The air is thick with coffee beans and breaded pastries, but if it was all stripped to nothing, Satoru would know the slight spice and clean scent of Geto Suguru as well as he knows himself.” -Or, it’s been ten years, and this is how they fell apart—only to fall back together again." (Getting Together, Falling Apart, Second Chances) WC: 23k / Complete

+ ✵ me and my husband, we're doing better (interludewings)

“In which Satoru Gojo decides to adopt two children, only to discover that he accidentally married his ex-boyfriend, Suguru Geto, during a drunken episode just months before their breakup. Now, they find themselves living together, forced to maintain the facade of a loving couple. This leads to a series of petty tricks, cringe-worthy pet names, and the unexpected challenge of raising children together.” (Exes to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Family Fluff) WC: 46k / Complete

+ crash course on intoxication (velourfantasy)

“There might not be any curse more twisted than love, but frequent alcoholism sure does come close. Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru are in the prime of their lives. They share an apartment together at the same college, they're studying things they both like, and their best friendship is just as strong as ever. It's everything Gojo hoped for and more...until he walks in on his best friend getting laid at a party he forced him to attend. Or: Gojo realizes his feelings for Getou run much deeper than friendship, jam packed with alcohol-induced incidents and metaphors.” (AU - College/University, Roommates, Unrequited Requited Love) WC: 48k / Incomplete (pray that we get an update soon.)

+ ✪ carry me home (valleykey)

“The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?” Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?” Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?” “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably. ///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.” (Time Travel Fix-It, Geto Suguru-centric, ft. mental spiraling) WC: 58k / Complete

+ ✪ 愛のある場所; river of light (that brings me to you) (cosmichorrour)

“A lesson in love is a lesson in swimming. Except for Suguru, it’s getting dropped into the deep end with the tide licking at his neck, no kickboard or life preserver keeping him afloat. (Or: This is how Satoru finds the ocean.) (“in love with your best friend things + butterflies in the stomach things.”) WC: 67k / Complete

+ what's it worth to you? (FrozenChopsticks)

“Geto Suguru has done some wild shit for a dollar. He's worked crappy jobs, he's endured awful bosses, but this might be the craziest yet. How hard could it be to be a sugar baby for some pretty boy with a couple million followers online and enough money to run a small nation? Very hard, apparently. And it's not just Gojo's high-maintenance behavior that's hard on Suguru. (no pun intended) Neither man has done this before, but it's a good thing they are both experts at pretending like they know what they're doing. And accidentally falling for each other isn't exactly what they had in mind.” (SUGAR DADDY, Influencer Gojo Satoru, Graduate Student Geto Suguru, SMUTTY) WC: 86k / Complete (so angsty. so horny. FrozenChopsticks >>>)

+ ✪ little things to live for (LyricalPary)

“Suguru is ten years old when Gojo Satoru comes into his life. He's nineteen years old when Gojo Satoru becomes his life. (or, falling in love with his childhood best friend during their annual trip to Okinawa was never part of the plan).” (Growing Up Together, Summer Romance, Hurt/Comfort) WC: 101k / Complete

+ ✵✵✵ crimson supernova (serenadewave)

“"You don't know what you're talking about," Suguru says dismissively, his voice laced with quiet indifference and a hint of irritation. The deliberate clink of books and pens echoes in the stillness, a subtle reminder of the distance he’s putting between them. His gaze flickers toward Satoru. “And get off my desk.” Satoru’s lips curl into a smug smile as he rolls his tongue over the lollipop hanging lazily from his mouth. Unbothered, his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Or what, Professor?" OR: It started out as a game, just something for Satoru to pass the time in lectures so as not to go insane. Really, that's all it was. How the hell it managed to erupt and morph into this, Satoru has no idea.” (Professor Geto Suguru, College/University Satoru, Teacher-Student Relationship, both are adults, SLOW BURN) WC: 104k / Incomplete (THE slow burn of slow burn. I would genuinely sell my soul for this fic. the weekly updates keep me alive).

+ ✵ (when facing) the things we turn away from (Darkness747)

“Suguru had let it go too far with Satoru. But what else was he supposed to do when Satoru was right there, looking at him in the beautiful way he always looked at people? What else was he supposed to do when he could feel Satoru’s body heat from across the bed? Or when their hands accidentally brushed as they walked through the hallways at school? Suguru’s heart broke within him, reconstructing, swelling, bleeding, and breaking again each time Satoru’s eyes met his, looking at him in the beautiful way he really only looked at Suguru. Or (in a less poetic version): the coming-of-age American high school trope but it's Satosugu.” (AU - high school, ANGST, Teen Romance) WC: 109k / Complete

+ you left your mark (FrozenChopsticks)

“At 28, Gojo Satoru's got a whole lot of things going right. He's got a business he loves, co-workers who adore (read: tolerate) him, and a kid he looks after. To his mother however, there are a whole lot of things he's doing wrong. In a bid to assuage his mother's worries about her son staying single forever, he visits a matchmaker. What he expects is a fun time to laugh about later. What he gets is a run in with the man who loved him and left him eight years ago. Geto Suguru is a different man from the boy he grew up alongside and shared so many firsts with. Even if Suguru has been assigned to find Satoru his future wife, they both can't deny the tension that still simmers between them. And Satoru's going to do just about anything to get back the man he fumbled so long before…” (Matchmaking, Second Chances, Tattoo Artist Gojo Satoru, Romantic Dramedy?) WC: 112k / Complete (Tattoo Artist Gojo Satoru. TATTOO ARTIST GOJO SATORU.)

+ for you, my life (TokyoBunny)

“A story where Gojo didn't- couldn't kill Suguru Geto that day and the windfall that came with his weakness in that moment.” (if gojo saved geto, And they fell in love, caretaking) WC: 136k / Complete

+ split (ohsocyanide)

““Speaking of,” Nanami said, possessing all the eloquence of someone who knew precisely how devastating words could be, “I heard you were getting a divorce.” "A separation," Gojo corrected him primly.” (Married Geto/Gojo, Parents Geto/Gojo, AU-Canon Divergence) WC: 142k / Incomplete

+ see you through my eyes (svarozhich)

“Satoru Gojo is the pinnacle of strength and standing at the apex of the jujutsu world comes with a price paid in lonely hours and haunting memories. Not so long ago the now-empty spot beside him was occupied by someone capable of reaching out through Infinity and keeping up with his pace; another name worthy of standing equal to his. A best friend he killed with his own hands. The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons happened almost a year ago. Suguru Geto is supposed to be dead. -- “So what actually happens when in assumption the body dies, but turns out the soul does not?” A story about second chances.” (AU- Canon Divergence, Post-Shibuya, Fix–It of Sorts, Getting Together) WC: 231k / Complete

+ ✪ coanda effect (bunniehoney)

“The JJK motorsport AU based on Formula One.” (Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Driver Gojo, Team Principal Geto) WC: 262k / Complete (The woman, the myth, the legend herself. Basically invented satosugu.)

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itadorey · 1 year ago

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☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ [𝟏𝟎:𝟒𝟓 𝐩.𝐦.] 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

notes: angst/bittersweet, implied stsg, ~500 words

"you really hurt him, y'know?" shoko says from her spot beside you. you lean back against the railing of the balcony, doing your best to not react to her words. there's a lit cigarette in her hand, slowly being burnt up as she ignores it and shoots you an unreadable glance.

"i know," you reply, your expression soft as you look through the glass door. you can see gojo standing near the kitchen, reaching for a drink as he smiles at geto, who looks back at him with a rare sparkle in his eyes.

"he says he's happier now," shoko says, bringing the cigarette up to her lips. you stay silent, unsure if she was aiming to hurt you with her words. you don't flinch at her statement, a small smile pulling at your lips as you watch geto reach up and flick gojo's head. the laugh that leaves his mouth makes your heart ache and you realize that shoko is right; he does look happier.

"i know," you repeat, breathing out a laugh when shoko scoffs. "look, i'm not saying that what i did wasn't wrong, but i just wasn't ready to be with anyone at the time. and he had told me the same thing."

"are you ready now?" shoko asks quietly, turning around to look inside. her lips turn down slightly when she sees gojo shooting glances your way ever once in a while, yet you remain oblivious, all your attention focused on her.

"no," you admit easily, shrugging lazily as shoko gives you a curious look. "i don't think i'll ever be, if i'm being honest."

after a few minutes, shoko speaks once again, her tone soft.

"you know he's still in love with you, right?" she asks, sighing deeply as she tilts her head towards gojo. "i'm almost certain that if you told him you wanted him back, he'd be by your side in an instant."

"i'm not sure about that," you say quietly, your heart aching as you watch geto wipe the corner of gojo's mouth. there's a moment during which gojo freezes, and you know that he's giving geto the same wide-eyed, awed look he used to reserve for you.

shoko watches you as you turn away, shaking your head lightly as you look up at the stars. she reaches out slowly before hesitating, pulling her hand back to her side when you laugh.

"i'm still in love with him too," you admit quietly, your eyes unconsciously flickering towards the kitchen. you freeze when you make eye contact with gojo, and you smile weakly before looking away. "but he's better off without me. i don't want to hurt him again."

shoko hums lightly, choosing not to mention the longing look on your face. after all, who was she to get involved in her friends' love lives?

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

@suget hehe here’s the fic

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk imagine #gojo imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagine #satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagine #jjk angst #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo imagines

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teddybeartoji · 8 months ago

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彡 THE DAWN HAS NEVER LOOKED MORE BEAUTIFUL

☆.contains: knight!satoru gojo; angst (no real comfort), it's very bittersweet, gn!royalty reader but it's just him reminiscing, stsg mention let's goooo wc: 1.3k

satoru loves flowers with all his heart.

suguru often finds him just staring at the beautiful fields with a small, happy smile as they're riding back home. various shades of orange and yellow, red and green, blue and purple, pink and lilac reach as fas as he can see and he wishes he could just dive into the ocean of petals. he wants to swim in there, he wants to feel gentle touch of windy waves on his skin. his heart feels warm as the sun bears down on them all – him and his best friend, him and the flowers around him. it feels just right.

(he thinks about laying down in the grass, sinking into the ground and letting the nature take over. he thinks about rusted armor and flowers growing inside it.)

satoru thinks they're stunning – no matter what kind or what color, he adores them all so fucking much. suguru likes to tease him for it - what kind of a knight is obsessed with flowers, hm?, but satoru couldn't care any less. up high on his horse, he eyes the little beauties like it's his first time seeing them, though they've passed by this field a thousand times.

sitting here now, back against the big tree trunk, he's surrounded by them again. flowers. bees buzz and birds chirp – it's all so beautiful. the sun warms his face and the small smile that rests on his lips; the left corner of his mouth tilts up more than the other as he thinks about you. how much you remind him of the pistils, of the petals, of the stems, of the roots. you bloom under the sun, you smile when you look at him; he loves the way your eyes crinkle, the way your nose scrunches. the way your hands reach for him and for the bouquet he's put together for you. the little gasp that leaves your mouth every time you do so.

how you never comment on the slanted flowers, the ones that are threatening to double over – you don't care. satoru brought you flowers, he picked them up just for you and that's all that matters. the sight of a man in full-armor, kneeling down and picking flowers with his rough, calloused hands is what makes you wake up with a smile. you know he'll never stop doing it, he will never bringing them to you, he will never stop treating you like one.

he would never.

the two arrows that rest in his chest don't hurt anymore. he can't feel the pain and he can't feel the blood that's seeping through his clothes. no armor, no chainmail – it's just him and his thoughts in the end. his smile doesn't falter, it never drops; his hands palm the ground below him and he loves the way the grass feels against the palms of his hands. the few sunrays that are starting to peek over the hill are kissing his bloodied freckles, his tired eyes and the scars adorning his skin.

orange and yellow, red and green, blue and purple, pink and lilac – this is his favourite flower field. he remembers the day he brought you here. how big your eyes grew at the sight of it, how you looked back at him, asking for permission to... live.

satoru laughed with his heart and his chest as he watched you run through the petals, giggles spilling from your lips like it was all meant to be. it didn't take long for him to join you – he chased you around and he forgot all about the rest of the world; you held his hand and he felt free.

satoru knows that this is his last day.

he's losing feeling in the tips of his fingers and his heartbeat is starting to grow slow. his eyes are heavy, his breaths shallow.

but that's okay.

because you're on his mind – his flower, his heart, his everything. he knows suguru will take care of you; he will wipe the tears from your eyes and he will hold you, he will lull you to sleep and he will cry. and it's all going to be okay.

satoru is happy. he's grateful to have met you; he's thankful for the pieces of yourself that you've given him, he's thankful for the laughter and the gentle touches. he's thankful for the love he thought he didn't deserve.

he had always been a sensitive boy with his head in the clouds – desperate for contact and genuine feelings while the rest of the world was determined to deprive him from the things he so desperately needed by stuffing him inside an iron suit. he never wanted it, he never wanted to be there.

he never wanted to be strong.

he's grateful for suguru, too. he wouldn't have survived without him. his best friend. dopey smiles and stupid jokes, lingering touches and longing gazes – suguru was always there to ruffle satoru's hair and to pinch his cheeks, to play with him and to tease him until he was pouting like a child.

satoru loves suguru's smile. he loves him.

and he loves you.

he thinks about how unsure you were at first when he approached you on that rainy day. (how you couldn't stop staring at his big smile.) he thinks about how you tried to hit his chest when he giggled at your clumsy steps and regretted it right after, realizing that's not how royalties behave. satoru thought it was hilarious, he thought you were beautiful.

always telling him to act more like a proper knight while still holding his hand and telling him to stop with the jokes while trying to surpress your laughter. how you hide your face behind your hands whenever he stares but he just can't help it, he's completely mesmerized. how you play with his hair whenever he kneels down to fix your shoes. how focused you get when you're tracing his scars while laying on top of him in the field. he loves you so fucking much.

you showed him what real devotion means, the very thing he's been looking for this whole entire time – the kind that doesn't involve a shield and a sword but instead a pair of beating hearts. you learned how to shed your expensive garments and he learned how to ditch the iron; you held knives and cut open each others chests, you crawled through each others ribs and burrowed yourselves deep into each other. forever. that's devotion.

the tips of the arrows sink deeper with every breath he takes but he's still smiling. with his last piece of strength, he reaches for the bright blue flower that's sitting right beside him. he stains a few of the petals with the blood on his hands and he hopes you don't mind.

he presses it to his lips and it gets bloodier. he really hopes you don't mind.

(you don't.)

raising his hand, he places the flower into the small pocket right above his chest. he doesn't want to lose you.

the sun shows her face and the field before satoru blooms. it all reminds him of you. the warmth of it all, the fun and the beauty. he's sure he can hear your laughter, he can see you dancing in the colors. your smile is wide and you're looking at him.

he's ready.

you're like an angel; you extend your arm and you invite him to join you in the flowers. the sun shines from behind you and it's forming a halo above your head and then the wind picks up just a little, making the petals swivel around you and fuck, satoru thinks you're just perfect.

he holds onto the flower in his pocket for as long as he can, he stares at you for as long as he can.

the dawn has never looked more beautiful than it does now when he's taking his last and final breath.

inspired by this lovely little piece of art!!! i saw it first a few years ago and i have not stopped thinking about it ever since:(((

+ @staryukis & @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat & @lxnarphase & @neptuneblue i am kissing you all rn<3333 andand and thank you @satoruxx & @ffsg0jo for helping me out with the title i am kissing you too hehe

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justrustandstardust · 1 year ago

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. you try to confess to suguru on valentine's day. due to a certain somebody, it doesn't go as well as you'd hoped. ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

@kn09960180 on X

synopsis: it's your first valentine's day at jujutsu tech and you're crushing hard on a dark-haired senior student. you're determined to make him yours, a task that ends up being more difficult than you'd anticipated.

warnings: suggestive sexual activity, nothing too explicit.

a/n: this is dedicated to all the homophobic anons that have been blowing up my inbox lately to insist stsg are purely platonic. happy valentines day, girlies. this is for you 😘

it's only your first valentine's day at jujutsu tech, but you know in your heart of hearts that it's going to be the first of many with him. you may have joined late, a classmate of nanami and haibara in the year beneath him, but you've got the rest of your lives to make up for lost time. you may only be sixteen, but you're old enough to know what you want— and what you want, what you crave, is him.

you spent hours on the cards you made him, open-whens for every occasion. you pored over ever detail, spraying each one with your most expensive perfume and sealing it with a lipstick kiss. open when you're sad, open when you miss me, open when you need to smile. it's the perfect gift, answering his every whim with a handwritten note accompanied by a handpicked treat, designed to make him think only of you.

that's why, when you're standing in front of his door, you hesitate before raising a fist to knock. what if he doesn't like it? what if he doesn't like you? shaking your head to dispel these thoughts, you rap on the door, telling yourself for the hundredth time that the way he looks at you cannot be mistaken for anything other than pure adoration.

you wait with bated breath, bouncing on the balls of your feet. enough time passes that you start to wonder about knocking again. maybe he's not home? he could be out on a mission, the provider that he is. your heart cracks at the thought of him risking his life but you know he puts his duty above all else. it's one of the reasons you love him so much.

you're about to knock again when the door swings open, revealing a rumply suguru, hair mussed and collar popped. he smiles gently down at you from all 6'2 of his height and you have to actively fight the urge to swoon.

"hey, what can i do for you?" the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles kindly, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"this—this is for you," comes out of your mouth all in one breath as you push the giftbag out at him. the corner of his mouth quirks, eyebrow raised as he slowly takes it.

"that's very kind of you," he says, making eye contact. "you didn't have to do that just for me."

"i wanted to," you breathe, watching him chuckle.

"well, i feel very lucky," he says, brushing his hair out of his eyes. he smiles at you again and you blush, hard. "i just feel bad that i didn't get anything for you."

it takes every ounce of courage in your body to speak the next words. "i can think of something," you say breathlessly, tongue darting out to lick your lips. suguru is staring at you, and your heartbeat is thundering in your ears, the only thought echoing in your mind that this is it, he's going to finally kiss you it's literally happening right now oh my god—

"whatcha got there?" satoru pops up over suguru's shoulder, startling you into taking a step back. he's equally rumpled, his hair similarly mussed. you can only watch in abject horror as he unceremoniously plunges a hand into suguru's giftbag, pulling out a card.

"open when you want a kiss?" satoru reads, devilish grin creeping over his face. you're frozen as he barks out a laugh, tearing open the card to find a hershey's kiss inside. suguru rolls his eyes as he gleefully unwraps it and pops it into his mouth, chewing loudly.

"that's rude, satoru," suguru chides, bumping him with an elbow. "they were just trying to do something nice, something that you could take notes from." satoru looks at you over the top of his glasses, munching on the candy you got for suguru, stolen from the gift you spent so much time making for him. he tosses the beautifully decorated card over his shoulder and you watch it flutter to the floor, landing amongst the clothes strewn around suguru's room.

"this was nice, that's for sure," satoru says derisively, blue eyes piercing. you gulp, and with the humiliation of a medieval peasant being tomatoed in town square, stutter out your goodbyes before fleeing back to your room. panting hard, you slide down in front of your door. slumping dejectedly, one thought crests in your mind: valentine's day isn't over yet, and you have plenty of time to make sure suguru knows that he's yours.

****

a few hours later, you've ventured out into tokyo and returned with a bouquet of roses. you went all out, buying the most expensive one the shop had even though you're a penniless student. you know you should be more budget-conscious, but you'd buy a hundred more bouquets if you could. he's worth it.

you're wandering around the halls, bouquet clutched against your chest, when you bump into haibara.

"hey haibara!" you exclaim. "do you know where geto is?" haibara tilts his head, chewing his lip while thinking.

"i'm pretty sure i saw him go into yaga's classroom earlier!" haibara says, pointing down the hall. you pat his arm and thank him, returning his sunny smile as you head down the hall towards yaga's classroom.

pausing outside, you wonder again if you've done too much. no, you reassure yourself, he's going to love it just like he loves you. red roses are classic and he's a classy man, only one year older than you but what can you say? you've always liked them mature. dignified.

the door is shut, which is weird because yaga is notorious for always keeping his open. as you shift the bouquet to your other hand to grasp the doorknob, your phone clatters onto the floor with a loud clank. swearing to yourself, you hike the bouquet up into your elbow and reach down to grab your phone. straightening and trying to look as alluring as possible, you open the door.

you're confronted with the sight of suguru, standing behind the podium that yaga usually lectures from. he's gripping the sides of the wood, his knuckles almost white. his lower body is obscured by the bottom half of the podium, only the top of his chest and shoulders visible.

what is he doing with the podium? probably rehearsing a speech for something incredibly important, as he is wont to do. your respect for him only grows.

"hey," suguru smiles at you, although it seems little tight. "what can i do for you?"

you start to walk towards the podium, intending to give him the roses, but stop in your tracks once he throws a hand up in alarm.

"w-wait, i'm just— i just have a little cold, i think i'm sick. i wouldn't want you to catch it," he smiles kindly, and your heart warms.

how thoughtful. that's your suguru, always looking out for the people around him. you smile to yourself, laying the massive bouquet of roses on the table.

"these are for you," you say shyly, gesturing to the flowers.

"that's —ah!— very kind of you," suguru's face is pinched, his grip tightening around the podium. you raise an eyebrow and he chuckles hastily, waving a dismissive hand.

"just got a charley horse, you know how it is. from all the— training, all the time."

you never cease to be amazed. such an incredibly dedicated protector— that's a real man.

"i hope you like them," you say bashfully. suguru appears to briefly choke on his tongue before swallowing hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"i like it—them, i like them very much," he hastily amends, face contorting in an effort to remain causal.

"would you wanna grab coffee or something later?" you ask, summoning every drop of bravery in your sixteen year-old body.

suguru's eyes nearly bulge out of his head, and for a moment you wonder if you've said the wrong thing. he tips his head back, inhaling deeply and exposing the long column of his throat. his fingers flex against the wood of the podium.

"s-sure, i'd— i'd like that," he manages, attempting a smile. your heart soars.

"i just n-need to finish up some, uh, stuff in here so— so i can, um, meet you later, if that works!" it comes out in a rush, suguru's breaths growing laboured. you nod ecstatically, thinking that this could not have gone better. waving in farewell, you skip out the door, practically floating down the hallway.

as you're about to round the corner, you realize a familiar weight is missing from your pocket. fuck, in all the excitement, you forgot your phone! you rush back the way you came, opening the door only to be greeted with a flushed suguru and a mussed satoru, wiping at his mouth.

"oh! hey!" suguru's voice is a little shrill, eyes wide. "satoru just popped by to help me with my— my, um, stuff! he just got here and now he's leaving!"

your brows crease in confusion. you didn't see satoru in the hallway.

"he teleported here," suguru says hurriedly in explanation. "you know how he is, always breaking the rules!" he huffs out a laugh but it sounds manufactured. your eyes dart over to satoru, who's levelling you with a cool stare. you suddenly have the inescapable sense that you are prey.

"i do enjoy breaking the rules," satoru intones, voice laden with meaning. he ignores the warning look suguru shoots him and takes a step toward you, the knees of his pants visibly dirty.

"and i'm even more willing to break rules —laws, even— to protect what's mine," satoru says darkly, eyes never leaving yours. the bouquet sits on the table, forgotten. silence hangs heavy in the room, broken only by suguru's nervous laughter.

"that's satoru, always a jokester!" he titters with too much levity, but you think that you've never heard satoru sound more serious. you have no idea what he's talking about but the urge to leave overwhelms you, satoru's eyes following your every move as you snatch up your phone and scurry from the room.

you pause down the hall, panting. sighing to yourself, you think that the third time has to be the charm. suguru agreed to a date, after all, and that's a win in your books. you straighten, shaking out your hair. valentine's day isn't over yet; you have plenty of time to make him yours. he basically is already, you think giddily as you set off in search of shoko.

****

"you want to what?"

"surprise suguru while he's sleeping!" you exclaim excitedly. "i texted him to see when he wanted to meet up for coffee and he said he's feeling a little tired from his cold, so he's gonna take a nap and meet me after."

shoko looks you up and down, raising an eyebrow. "and you want to break into his room and surprise him."

you nod enthusiastically. "that's why i need your key to his room!"

"he gave that to me for emergencies," shoko sighs, handing over the key from her pocket. she takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly.

"you sure you wanna do this?" she asks, sounding like she knows something you don't. you brush it off, practically vibrating with excitement.

"of course! i know he'll love it!" your smile is eager and the corners of shoko's lips quirk upwards, like she's suppressing a smile. she shrugs, sliding her hands into her pockets as she turns to leave. "up to you, i guess. go for it."

shoko heads down the hallway and you're bouncing on your feet with excitement. the gigantic sign you made with yours and suguru's names encapsulated by a massive heart is tucked under one arm, glitter flaking off onto the floor as you stride purposefully to his room. it's only six p.m and he said he'd be up by six thirty, so he's definitely fast asleep right now. it's the perfect time to surprise him.

your heart thunders in your chest as you pick up the pace towards his door. you won't hesitate this time. you're sure of yourself and you're sure about how much he's going to love you.

not wasting a second, you take shoko's key and slide it into the door. not wanting to wake him rudely from sleep, you turn it quietly, thinking that you'll gently wake him up with the sign and a smile. you grin to yourself as the lock clicks, shivering in anticipation.

as you silently push the door open, the first thing your ears pick up on is a rhythmic thumping noise, like a bed banging against the wall. it's dark, so you can't quite see anything and you squint, trying to adjust to the low light.

"ah, suguru, harder!" your blood runs ice cold, your heart plummeting to your feet as every single hair on your body stands on end. you can only stand there, gobsmacked, as your eyes adjust to two figures moving beneath a blanket on suguru's bed.

"nngh, baby, right there!" moans a voice that is unmistakably satoru's. you're frozen in place, sign clutched loosely in one hand. you hear suguru chuckle and the bed squeak as he flips them over.

"you like that?" he asks breathlessly, smirk audible in his voice. you've never felt so fucking ashamed as the blanket falls off suguru's shoulders, exposing his toned back as he hikes satoru's leg further over his shoulder. the muscles of his ass are flexing as his hips thrust relentlessly, long hair cascading down his back.

paralyzed with shock, your hand suddenly relaxes and the sign clatters to the floor. you can't do anything but stand there in horror as suguru whips his head around, eyes blown wide in panic. he yelps at the sight of you, yanking the blanket over his shoulders, covering himself and satoru.

he scrambles up the bed and satoru's white head pops up from beneath the blanket, cheeks flushed. there's a horrible moment where everyone just stares at each other.

"i wasn't— i'm just— i'm sorry, i didn't mean—" your heart is in your throat, ears flaming red with humiliation. you want nothing more than to leave but your feet are plastered to the floor, imprisoning you in this nightmare.

"that's right, bitch," satoru huffs smugly, clearly out of breath. he looks like he would flip his hair if it was long enough. "he's mine."

you're utterly speechless as suguru pushes at satoru's shoulder, rolling his eyes. "it's not a crime to be nice, satoru. they were just trying to express their feelings on valentine's day."

he meets your horrified gaze, eyes kind. "i am afraid, though, that i am a taken man."

you can only watch as he brushes his hair out of his eyes, smiling gently. "i'd still love to hang out with you though, as friends."

"that—that's okay," you blurt, voice shrill. with shaking hands, you lean down to grab your sign, attempting to obscure it from view.

"h-happy valentine's day!" the speed with which you flee suguru's room is only rivalled by usain bolt's iconic 100m dash at the 2008 olympics.

you eventually make it out to the quad, finding shoko smoking on the steps. you look at her, eyes full of despair, and she just laughs.

you don't see suguru and satoru for the rest of the day, both because you're avoiding them and because they never leave suguru's room. sitting dejectedly in your room while tearing the sign into pieces, you think morosely that valentine's day should be renamed to S.A.D: Single Awareness Day. or perhaps Satoru is A Dick, because after today you've learned both are true. you know one thing for sure— you're never celebrating valentine's day again.

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