#non jujutsu au

[arctvros]

the stoic bully x lovable jock couple ever

[4littlefishies]

The Eighth of September - Look at Me

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut :3

wc: 11k

previous chapter here!

“Roo, can we go visit the kids at the cafe after our meeting?” Satoru asks from where he lies on the worn leather couch in Suguru’s office. His feet are kicked up as he rests with his head back on one of the throw pillows with a random book about the solar system from Suguru’s shelf in his hands, flipping through the pages and reading chapters that seem interesting to him.

“Baby we’re not going in that direction, we’re going to Setagaya.” Suguru says, not looking up from his computer as he speaks. Although he wants to see Yuji and the rest of them much like Satoru, it’s a bit out of their way to go there.

“I know but it’s not that much further to go, right? Tsumiki said she was going to start making Suika pan this month for summer and I need to try some,” Satoru asks, his brows furrowed together as he looks over at his husband that continues working away, not looking up from his computer once. “Why do you have a book about space in your office?” He asks as he looks back to the book, completely changing the subject without getting a solid answer to his first question. 

“You know you’re not supposed to bother me while you’re here and I’m working, right?” Suguru says, not bothering to answer either of Satoru’s questions as he tries to keep a smirk from appearing on his lips. 

“Yeah but what fun would that be?”

Suguru shakes his head as he lets a faint smile form on his face. He takes a breath in through his nose and turns his chair to face him, clasping his hands together in front of his stomach with his elbows resting on the armrests. “I liked the cover and I thought it would look nice on the shelf… Is it good so far?” 

“It’s alright I guess,” Satoru says, acting nonchalant as he closes the book around his thumb, making sure to mark his place as he looks over at Suguru, their eyes meeting. “So can we go to the cafe?”

Suguru rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smile on his face. He should have known better than to think Satoru would just drop the question. “If I say yes will you help me organize these papers?” Suguru nods his head toward a pile of papers on the side of his desk that need to get filed away into the binders on the shelf up against the wall. 

Before Satoru even answers, he’s standing up off of the couch to grab the thick stack of papers with a smile, leaving the book sitting on the couch. “Just tell me what needs to go where, my sweet,” he says with a smirk as he looks down at Suguru.

“I need you to organize them by what it says up here, okay?” Suguru starts explaining. He points to the words at the top of the pages that show what each report is. “Yearly reviews go in the ‘Reviews’ binder, expense reports go in the ‘Budgeting’ binder, risk management plans go in the ‘Project Management’ binder, and training and development programs go into the ‘HR’ binder.”

Satoru’s eyes widen as he names all the different binders quickly like it’s nothing. “I’m probably gonna need you to tell me that again after I get these organized,” he says as he sits down in one of the comfortable armchairs that sit on the other side of Suguru’s desk. He starts making piles based on the report names on the top of the pages. Normally, he would have to be begged to actually do some work if it was his job, but when there’s treats on the line and it’s Suguru that’s asking, he has no issue helping out.

“That’s fine. Also if there’s any supplier performance reviews, those need to go to Ryo who’s just next door, so you can set those aside.” 

“I like seeing you like this Sugu,” Satoru says with a slight smirk on his lips as he starts organizing. “It’s hot.”

Suguru lets out a single chuckle and shakes his head as he smiles at his monitor, continuing to work on what he’d been working on all afternoon. “I’m glad you find my stress sexy,” he says with an exhale, pushing his bangs back out of his face. Although he’d been at the job officially now for a year, things didn’t seem to get any less crazy. Once he got into the routine though, the stress was definitely much easier to manage than it was originally. 

“Do you think Kiyo is going to have good news for us today?” Satoru asks, switching his focus to their meeting that they were going to after Suguru was done working. Kiyo was their case worker that was helping them out from the adoption agency. She had helped Suguru’s coworker Akiko when she was going through the same thing, and was making things pretty easy thus far with Satoru and Suguru. “Last time she said we might get to meet the girls soon.” 

They were both hopeful, but Suguru didn’t want to fully get his hopes up just yet. Things were going fairly quickly for them, despite everyone and everything telling them that it would take forever to get anything actually done. Their financial situation and home life definitely didn’t do anything to hinder their chances, but they didn’t expect things to be moving so quickly so soon. Their home visits over the last few months seemed promising, which definitely helped to keep their spirits high. It had only been six months and they already had potential to meet two young girls - a set of twins - that were living in a group home. 

When they had initially talked about it, the possibility of adopting a set of siblings hadn’t even crossed their minds, but once Kiyo had mentioned it, they didn’t think twice. They weren’t even close to sure that they would be placed with them, but as soon as it became a possibility, both Satoru and Suguru started thinking about what they could do for these little girls to make everything as easy as possible for them and give them the lives that they deserved.

“I just don’t want to get my hopes up, baby,” Suguru says, stopping what he’s doing for a moment to look across the desk at his husband. Satoru furrows his brows and the corners of his mouth downturn slightly. 

“But you can’t even be a little bit hopeful?”

“Of course I’m hopeful, Roo, but I just don’t want to get too excited and have them be placed with someone else; it’s only June.” Suguru says, his tone slightly somber. Although it felt like they’d been going through the process for a long time, it really had only been six months, and that was usually on the lower end of timelines families usually see. 

“Well I think Kiyo’s going to have good news for us when we see her,” Satoru says as he continues sorting papers. If Suguru wasn’t going to be as positive as he was, he figured that he had enough to go around for both of them.

Suguru gently nods his head with a soft smile, hoping that Satoru’s right and she will have some good news for them. He continues working while Satoru talks about anything and everything, not leaving a moment of silence between them. 

“What do you think Shi’s doing right now?” Satoru asks, pulling out his phone to check on her.

“I don’t know, baby.” Suguru says, trying his best to focus while Satoru does everything in his power to make that virtually impossible.

“Awe, she’s sleeping on the couch,” Satoru turns around his phone to show Suguru the view of their living room through the camera. She does look pretty cute curled up against the throw pillows in the corner of the couch, waiting for the two of them to return. 

Suguru smiles at the sight and focuses back on his work when there’s a quiet knock at the door that pulls him away once again. “Yes?” Suguru calls out and the door slowly opens. Emi peeks her head inside before opening the door all the way and stepping inside. She wears a black pencil skirt and a white button up while her hair is clipped back and up out of her face.

“Good afternoon, Geto-san,” she says with a soft voice, quickly noticing Satoru as he’s turned around in the chair to see who it is.

“Good afternoon Emi!” Satoru says, his voice overly cheery as he greets her with a smile. Suguru has to hold back a chuckle at his greeting, knowing that he does it because he knows how she treats Suguru when he’s not there. 

“Hello Geto-sama, nice to see you.” Satoru smiles at the honorific she chooses to address him with, despite having met her plenty of times over the past six months while he’s been visiting Suguru at work. “Um- Ryo-san sent me to grab some performance reviews he said you had?” She says, remembering what she’s actually here for. 

“Here’s those for you,” Satoru interjects with the smile still on his lips, handing her the stack of reviews that he’d sorted out from the originally much larger pile. Suguru tries to hide the smirk on his face, trucking his lips between his teeth as he’s watching as Satoru does his best to get her out of his office as quickly as possible. 

“Oh- uh, thank you,” she says, seeming slightly flustered as she grabs the stack from him and hurries back out the door, closing it behind her once again. 

“Satoru, you don’t have to scare away the assistants,” Suguru lightly scolds him, although it’s slightly entertaining to see the way Satoru reacts.

“Sugu. I know that if I wasn’t here, she would’ve been all over you,” Satoru defends himself. “And I was nice, it’s not my fault if it scared her… Maybe she should leave my husband alone,” he continues, leaning his head back over the back of the chair and letting his arms hang open over the sides.

“Satoru, she’s just doing her job.” Suguru chuckles lightly. “You don’t have to be jealous, baby.” Satoru lifts his head up with a quickness that Suguru is sure must have hurt his neck.

“I am not jealous,” he declares, his brows raised and his mouth slightly open as he shoves his tongue into his cheek. “I know you’re all mine.” Satoru says, standing up and going over to the shelf to grab the binders that he needed, somehow remembering which stack of papers goes where. “I have the ring to prove it.” Suguru smirks to himself as he looks down at his keyboard before continuing back on his work while Satoru puts away the papers in the binders. 

“Do you want me to be jealous?” Satoru asks as he sticks the last binder back onto the shelf.

“Not necessarily, but just the fact that you’re bringing it up again makes me think that you definitely are.” Before he realizes it and can stop it from happening, Satoru’s hands are on the back of his chair pulling him out and away from his desk. “Satoru what are you-” he says with furrowed brows as he gets pulled back. 

Satoru turns him, puts his hands on either side of his armrests, and leans down to press a deep kiss to Suguru’s lips. Yeah he’s definitely not jealous, Suguru thinks to himself jokingly as he feels Satoru’s lips against his own. He smiles against his warm lips for a moment before he finally pulls back, but instead of going back to the couch, Satoru kneels down on the floor in front of him. “Satoru, no.” Suguru tries to tell him off, knowing what he’s getting at, but he’s already folding up his long legs to fit underneath the desk. 

“Come on Suguboo,” Satoru coos as he rests his chin on Suguru’s knee and looks up at him with his best puppy dog eyes. “You know you want me toooo,” he draws out as he sticks out his bottom lip to do his best convincing. 

Suguru takes a deep breath in through his nose and looks down at Satoru. He presses his lips together, trying his best to keep a straight face. He thinks about all the possible outcomes in his head, but the sudden warmth building between his legs is starting to take over, and cloud his mind. He doesn’t say anything and Satoru takes that as his sign to keep going, a wide smile on his face as he pulls Suguru’s legs back under the desk. 

“Just be quiet and you’ll be fine,” Satoru teases as he runs his hands slowly up Suguru’s thighs before slowly running his hands over his crotch, earning a soft groan from deep in his chest. 

The only reason he’s not putting an immediate stop to this is because it’s Friday afternoon and everyone is wrapping up for the week and trying to get out the door. Normally, after about 3:00 on Fridays, Suguru doesn’t have anyone coming into his office for anything, so seeing as it’s nearly 4:30, he has less of an issue with it. “If someone comes in-” he starts warning Satoru, but he stops as his belt and pants get undone and pulled open.

“I know, I know. I’m not gonna get you in trouble Sugu,” Satoru waves off his warning, intent on getting him in his mouth as quickly as he can. As he frees Suguru’s mostly hard cock from the confines of his boxers, Satoru holds it in his hand before pressing a slow, warm kiss to the tip, earning a hiss from Suguru.

Trying to hide Satoru as best as he can, he scoots himself closer to his desk, wanting it to be nearly impossible to tell that his husband was underneath with his mouth all over him. He leans back as he feels Satoru pressing tender kisses up the bottom of his length, already starting to feel impatient. “Satoru, now is not the time to be taking it slow,” he slightly scolds him, trying to hurry it along, worried more and more that someone will barge in. “If someone comes in, you’re going to sit there silently and still and not make a sound.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Satoru waves him off as he finally takes the tip into his warm mouth, making Suguru inhale quickly through his nose and lean his head back over the back of his chair. 

Doing his best to continue working, Suguru sits forward again and tries typing on the report that he’s working on, but quickly realizes that he can’t do his work and be sucked off at the same time. He lets out a shaky breath as Satoru slowly bobs his head up and down underneath the desk. Stopping once again, he leans back slightly to look down and watch as Satoru looks up at him with his wide eyes. He bats his white eyelashes as he effortlessly takes most of him into his mouth. 

“Shit, baby,” Suguru hisses out with a whisper as he grabs onto Satoru’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze, his other hand holding onto his armrest. His hips twitch as he sits there, doing his best to keep quiet with the view below him. “Keep going, just like that,” he whispers as he moves his hand from his shoulder to let his fingers rest on the side of his head and into his white hair. 

Although Satoru’s mouth is full, he has no problem looking back up with a smile, his eyes doing plenty to show the way he’s feeling. He sticks his tongue out, letting it drag up and down the bottom of his cock as he continues moving slowly, taking his time because he knows how absolutely crazy it drives Suguru. The way his hand tightens in his hair is enough of an indicator of how well he’s doing. He rests one of his hands on Suguru’s thighs, giving it a squeeze as he looks up through his eyelashes. He can tell that Suguru is putty in his hands, knowing exactly how to get him off quickly.

Suguru’s hips twitch and the feeling deep in his stomach begins to get tighter and tighter when there’s a soft knock on the door. “Oh fuck,” he curses quietly as he pushes Satoru off of him and looks down at him with wide eyes, silently telling him to keep quiet until whoever it is is gone. “Come in,” Suguru says, clearing his throat before he says it. He tries his best not to look like his husband is under the desk on his knees with his dick in his mouth. 

The door opens and it’s Emi once again. This time her hair is down and out of the clip that it was in earlier and Suguru isn’t completely sure, but he’s pretty sure another button is undone on her shirt. If he had the will to, he would’ve rolled his eyes. “Sorry to bother you again Geto-san, but Takeshi-san wanted me to get your signature on a few things,” she explains as she steps inside, closing the door almost all of the way behind her. She almost immediately notices that Satoru isn’t there anymore. 

“Okay, yeah, no problem,” he says, holding out his hand so that she can hand over the thick stack of papers that need his signature on them. He immediately starts on them, signing all the highlighted pages that need his approval.

“Did your husband leave?” She asks to make sure, looking around to see if she just didn’t notice him when she walked in. Her voice sounds sweet, but both Satoru and Suguru know that she’s hoping he’s gone so that she can spend time with him.

Suguru feels Satoru’s warm breath on his still slick cock underneath the desk and knows the exact face that he’s making despite being unable to see him. “No, he just-” Suguru starts, but clears his throat again and takes a second when he feels Satoru moving slightly at his feet. “He just stepped out for a minute to make a phone call.” He flips through the pages, cursing in his mind that there’s so many that he needs to sign. He does his best to get through them as quickly as he can.

“Hm,” she hums shortly at his response, looking down at him from where she stands in front of the desk. As Suguru continues flipping through the pages, she moves slightly to the side, wanting to get a closer look at the painting that hangs above the couch. “I love looking at this every time I come in here; It’s really beautiful,” she says, looking at the picture of their hands that sits on the wall. 

Suguru feels Satoru’s hand squeeze his thigh and knows he’s probably going insane under there not being able to say anything to her. “Thank you,” he says just before he feels Satoru’s other hand wrapping around his cock, slowly moving up and down while squeezing firmly. Suguru tries to push him away without being obvious and giving away his spot, but can’t do it before Emi turns back around to look at him. “Satoru’s a big fan of art, so this is just one of a few things he’s commissioned for me.”

At the mention of Satoru’s name, the smile on Emi’s face fades. “How did you two meet?” She asks, turning back around to walk back towards the chairs that sit in front of Suguru’s desk. She sits down as he signs the many pages and Suguru lets out a silent sigh of relief, glad that she isn’t going to walk behind his desk for some reason and see Satoru kneeling underneath it.

“Uh- we actually worked at the Tokyo branch together,” he starts, a smile on his face as he thinks back to nearly three years ago at this point. “He trained me for the first week and then we sat across from each other with one of our mutual friends in between us.” As he finishes the sentence, he feels Satoru’s lips press a tender kiss to the tip of his cock and he has to cough to hide the surprise on his face, holding his hand in front of his mouth as he does so.

“You okay?” She asks, cocking her brow and sitting forward at his sudden coughing.

Suguru waves it off, feeling Satoru’s lips still on him underneath the desk. He’s quickly able to tell where this is going and tries to speed up the signing, but the pages seem to just keep coming. “Yeah, sorry. Just inhaled wrong,” he brushes it off and shakes his head, clearing his throat once again as his face gets warmer. 

“That’s sweet,” she says and Suguru inhales sharply as he feels Satoru’s lips wrap around the tip once again. He kicks him lightly as if to say “knock it off,” but that does little to actually stop Satoru. He can’t push him away without looking insane, so he just lets him, doing his best to look as normal as possible as Emi sits just across the way from him. “So you started as coworkers and now you’re married,” she continues, just seeming to think out loud as he looks around at the miscellaneous things around his office. 

“Yep,” he clears his throat once again as Satoru painfully slowly moves his mouth up and down once again as if she isn’t there. “Mhm.” He doubles down, his cheeks starting to feel burning hot as he does his best to seem normal to Emi. He only has a couple pages left and they seem to take longer than all the others put together as he’s rushing to try to get through them before Satoru makes him cum with her sitting right in front of him. At this point, he’s gripping the pen so hard he’s surprised it doesn’t snap in half under the pressure. 

“He doesn’t still work at the Tokyo branch?” She tilts her head to the side as she asks. “I mean, he’s in here a couple times a month, so I just assume he doesn’t still work there, right…?” As she finishes her question, he feels Satoru pause for a second before he feels his throat contract around his cock. He flexes every muscle in the lower half of his body to try to not react to the feeling.

Please stop asking questions, Suguru begs silently in his head, hoping that maybe she can somehow hear it and will leave quickly. He doesn’t even try to come up with some sort of explanation for what Satoru does while he’s in the office. “Y-yeah, he just stays at home for now,” Suguru answers shortly, finally scribbling his signature messily over the last page and pushing the stack of papers back across the desk to Emi, hoping that she’ll just take them and leave. 

“He’s not bored all day while you’re here?” She asks and Suguru has to restrain himself from physically groaning, at the feeling of Satoru’s tongue slowly moving over his cock, but also at the fact that she won’t just leave. He continues gripping his pen tightly, trying not to lose his cool yet.

“I’m really sorry Emi-san, but I have a lot to get done before I head home,” he says, hoping that she’ll get the hint that he wants her to leave. He’s not usually one to kick people out of his office, but when his husband is on his knees in front of him with his cock down his throat, he feels a bit differently about doing so.

“Oh, y-yeah,” she stutters as he straightens out the papers and sticks them back into the folder that she had. “I’ll get out of your hair.” She stands up straight and heads to the door, opening it and turning around with a final smile.

“Thank you,” Suguru says before she steps out into the hallway and closes it slowly, leaving just the two of them alone once again. “Satoru, what the fuck?” He asks in a hushed voice, finally looking down at Satoru who pulls his mouth off and looks up at him with an angelic smile, acting like he hadn’t done a thing wrong.

“What’s wrong Sugu?” He asks, his hand continuing to slowly pump up and down on Suguru’s cock. Suguru looks down at him, his hips twitching at the feeling, wanting his mouth around him again.

“You know exactly what’s wrong, you brat,” Suguru spits out, although a playful smirk sits on his face as he says it. A similar smirk plays on Satoru’s lips as he looks up at him before licking a long stripe up the side of his cock and taking him back into his mouth. “Fuck, Toru,” Suguru groans quietly, the familiar warmth of his mouth now engulfing him again. He knows that Satoru enjoys every second of fucking with him like this, so there’s no use in trying to get back at him now. 

Satoru continues looking back up at him with his wide blue eyes, the color practically sparkling like the water in the bay outside the window. He picks up the pace slightly, feeling the way Suguru’s hips twitch and the way he’s twitching in his mouth. He hums around his cock, knowing that the vibrations will drive him crazy and closer to the edge. 

“Shit, baby don’t stop,” Suguru hisses, both of his hands now clenched into the hair on the sides of Satoru’s head, guiding him at the speed that he needs while Satoru just goes along with it, letting him move him however he needs to. He lets his head fall back while his jaw drops open, his eyes starting to roll back into his head as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. 

Looking up at his face, Satoru can tell that Suguru’s about to cum, feeling the way his cock twitches in his mouth before he finally lets go. He doesn’t stop moving once Suguru’s hands fall away from the sides of his head and grip tightly onto the armrests on the side of his chair. As hot cum spills down his throat, Satoru has no problem swallowing around his cock, making sure to get every drop as to not leave any evidence behind that anything had happened in the office.

Suguru’s breathing heavily as his orgasm rolls through his body, completely forgetting where he is and that anyone could walk into the room at any second. Satoru finally pulls off and looks up at him with a smile before he sticks out his tongue to show an empty mouth. “Fuck,” Suguru whispers out at the sight, pushing his chair back to lean forward. He grabs the bottom of Satoru’s chin and pulls him towards him, connecting their lips fervently. Satoru sits up on his knees to reach as their lips come together, Suguru still able to taste himself on Satoru’s lips. 

“Mmm,” Satoru hums against his lips with a smile, feeling the grip Suguru has on his chin. 

“You’re gonna get it when we get home,” Suguru whispers against his lips before pressing them together once again before sitting back up. 

“I was counting on it,” Satoru whispers back with a devious smirk on his face, already looking forward to heading home. Suguru shakes his head as he redoes his pants and belt, leaving no trace that anything had happened between the two of them here. “I can’t believe we’ve been together this long and that’s the first time we’ve done anything in the office,” Satoru says as he stands back up and wipes his chin with the back of his hand.

“Well we didn’t exactly have an office at the old place,” Suguru points out, thinking about where they possibly could have done anything while still working at the Tokyo branch.

“Come on,” Satoru starts as he looks down at him with his arms crossed as he leans back against Suguru’s desk for a moment. “If we really wanted to, we could’ve found a spot.”

Suguru shrugs his shoulders in agreement. “Yeah I guess… Don’t get used to this though, it’s too risky to do things here.” Satoru nods his head as he pushes himself off the desk and sits back down on the couch, picking up the book from where he’d left it and opening it back up. “I know what that silence means, Satoru. It’s not happening again,” he doubles down firmly.

Satoru nods silently again, a soft smile on his face as he picks up reading right where he left off earlier. His absence of a response makes Suguru furrow his brows because he knows exactly what’s going on in Satoru’s head. Keep saying it all you want, we both know it’s not the last time. They silently converse through playful eye contact, because as much as Suguru wants it to be the last time, he knows just as well that it was far too exciting for that to be the truth.

It doesn’t take long for Suguru to finish up everything that he had to finish and before they know if they’re in the car heading further into the city to meet with Kiyo. It’s about a 40 minute drive and Satoru is practically vibrating the entire way there. 

“Baby, I think you should try and calm down a little bit,” Suguru says as they approach their destination.

“I am calm,” Satoru assures him. He quickly notices that they aren’t going the way that they should be going and points it out. “I thought you said we were going to Setagaya?”

“Kiyo asked me right before we left if we could change the meeting place so I suggested somewhere that I knew you’d like,” Suguru explains and Satoru immediately catches on, realizing that they’re going to their favorite cafe in the city. “They probably also would’ve closed by the time we were done anyway.”

“This is why I married you, you know?” Satoru says sweetly as he leans over to press a kiss to Suguru’s shoulder.

“I hope you married me for more than just this,” Suguru says with a chuckle as he gets off the expressway and onto the surface streets until they arrive. 

“Okay yeah, you’re pretty hot too,” Satoru says jokingly, pulling a laugh from both of them, knowing that he has plenty more reasons to have married him. 

Once Suguru finds a parking spot, they head on their short walk towards the cafe. Satoru is already thinking about what he’s going to get, almost having forgotten about their whole reason for going there in the first place. As they walk down the final stretch of sidewalk before reaching the cafe, Suguru gives Satoru’s hand a squeeze as he’s slightly nervous about their meeting. Satoru can feel the clamminess of his palms and knows that he’s nervous. “It’s going to be okay, Roo.” He gives his hand a squeeze back, assuring him that everything is going to be okay.

“I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

“That’s okay. You’re okay. No matter what happens, it’ll be fine. I’m still here,” Satoru comforts him, giving his hand another squeeze as they make it to the front door that’s propped open. There aren’t very many people in the cafe; their favorite table in the back corner is open and Satoru immediately notices. “How about you go sit and I’ll get your tea, okay?”

Suguru nods his head with a smile, letting go of Satoru’s hand and heading back towards the table in the corner to sit down. He watches as Satoru heads up to the counter and smiles at Yuji’s reaction upon seeing him. When Satoru points back in his direction, he smiles and waves at Yuji who waves back with a beaming smile.

“Hi Geto-san!” Yuji calls out, his loud voice cutting through the quiet cafe atmosphere easily. Suguru chuckles as a couple other customers turn their heads to see who’s shouting and turn back when they realize that it’s the boy working behind the counter. 

After a couple minutes, Satoru comes back to join Suguru at the table. “Yuji said Megumi’s going to university!” He says, sounding excited as he sits down. “He’s only here a couple days a week now.”

“That’s good for him,” Suguru says, happy to hear that he’s doing good. Satoru pulls out a watermelon looking bread from the white paper bag and rips it in half, revealing the vibrant pink inside with chocolate chips that look like seeds.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” Satoru asks, amazed as he bites into one half of the bread and hands the other to Suguru. “And it tastes super good too.”

“It is very pretty,” Suguru says, deciding to humor him despite definitely having seen Suika Pan before. They sit for a couple minutes before Nobara brings their drinks to their table.

“Thank you Kugisaki,” Satoru says with a smile as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“I haven’t seen you two here in a minute, what’s the occasion?” She asks, tucking the tray that she used to transport their drinks under her arm as she stands there.

“We’re actually meeting with our adoption case worker whenever she arrives,” Suguru explains. He has a smile on his face, excited despite how nervous he is inside. 

“What?!” She says excitedly. “You two are gonna have a kid?” She continues, her voice slightly raised as she looks down at them with wide eyes.

Satoru smiles back at her and nods his head swiftly. “Possibly even two if everything goes the way we’re hoping it does.”

“That’s crazy guys. Well I really hope it all works out for you and you bring the little ones in here some day.” She says with a wide smile on her face, genuinely happy for them.

She leaves them alone at their table and just a few minutes later, they spot Kiyo as she walks through the door. Satoru waves at her, getting her attention and letting her know where they’re at. She hurries back towards where they sit, not bothering to head up to the counter.

“Hello Geto-sama,” she says in a huff, greeting them with a wide smile on her face as she sits down at the chair across from where the two of them sit. “Thank you for being flexible and suggesting this place; I was a bit late finishing up my last meeting and this is much closer than Setagaya.” She seems like she ran from wherever she just came from all the way here.

“It’s no problem at all,” Suguru says with a smile. “Did you want to order anything? We have no problem waiting a couple more minutes if you want to.”

“That’s very kind, but I’m okay really, thank you,” she says, sounding slightly out of breath. “This hopefully shouldn’t take too long anyways.” When she says that, Satoru squeezes Suguru’s hand underneath the table, knowing that he’s still nervous about what she’s going to tell them. “I guess I’ll just get right to it.” She pulls out a folder from her bag and sets it on the table before opening it up and pulling out a couple sheets of paper. “The board looked through all of the potential families and narrowed it down to two that get to meet the girls and you two are one of the two that were picked.” 

When she says it, both Suguru and Satoru’s mouths drop at the surprise. Satoru was hopeful for this outcome, but that didn’t make hearing it any less surprising. Suguru finally felt like an elephant was lifted off of his shoulders upon hearing the news. “A-are you serious?” Suguru asks, not fully believing her at first.

Kiyo nods her head with a smile on her face. “I’m 100% serious.” 

Satoru and Suguru look at each other with shock still painted all over their faces. They squeeze each other’s hands hard underneath the table for a moment before turning back to look at Kiyo. “So uh-” Suguru starts, trying to gather his thoughts as quickly as he can despite the disbelief, “where do we go from here?”

“So we’ve got a few options for dates here,” she says, going over the calendar she has in the folder. “Obviously the girls are still in school, so weekends and afternoons are what we’re working with.” She turns around the calendar so that they can look at it more easily. “And it would be similar to this, but since they’re in Kamakura, it would be much closer to your house than up here in the city.”

Both of their minds feel like they’re racing with a million thoughts and questions, but Satoru spits out the first thing that he can think of, trying to keep a level head. “We’d probably prefer a weekend, right?” Satoru asks, looking over at Suguru. 

“A weekend would definitely be better for my schedule, otherwise it would be pretty late in the afternoon.”

“Okay, that’s completely fine. Today’s the-” she looks down at her watch to make sure of the date, “5th, so that leaves open every weekend this month excluding the 20th.” They look over the calendar, looking at all the dates marked in green. 

“Does that mean tomorrow is a possibility?” Satoru asks, not even thinking about it first. 

“Sorry, I should've made that more clear,” she starts and Satoru already feels his heart drop, excited at the prospect of meeting them so soon. “Tomorrow isn’t possible, but Sunday is still an option if that still works for you,” she says, tapping her pen on the 7th on the calendar.

Satoru’s eyes widen and he looks over to Suguru who looks back at him with a similar look. “Do you want to do that?” He asks Suguru in a hushed voice as if Kiyo isn’t sitting less than a meter in front of them at the same table.

“You also don’t have to decide right this second if you want to talk it over.”

“No,” Suguru says, perhaps a bit too eagerly. He shakes his head before continuing. “I’m sorry, no, uh- Sunday is perfect.” 

“Great,” Kiyo says, writing it down on her paper and flashing both of them a smile. “I just need each of your signatures here and then that’s all I need from you.” They each sign the paper on the lines that she points out and slide it back over to her, already used to having to sign off on every meeting at this point. “Perfect! I’ll text or email you at some point tomorrow to give you all the details.”

“Thank you so much Kiyo-san,” Suguru says as she packs the folder back into her bag with a smile. 

“You’re very welcome. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and see you again Sunday,” she says before hurrying back out of the cafe just as quickly as she came.

“Oh my god,” Satoru says with a blank stare on his face, almost unable to comprehend what had just happened. “We’re actually going to meet them.”

Suguru turns to look at him with a smile. “I can’t believe it,” he says, still feeling like he’s in a dream. He leans forward and wraps his arms around Satoru, not really knowing what else to do with the overwhelming happy energy he’s feeling. Satoru squeezes him back and presses a kiss to the side of his head before they both let go and sit back in their chairs.

After he notices that Kiyo’s left, Yuji comes over to their table to say hi to Suguru, not having talked to him yet. “Hi Geto-san,” he says, talking to Suguru despite both of them being Geto now.

“Hi Yuji-kun,” Suguru says looking up at him with a smile despite still being slightly in shock over their exceptionally quick yet eventful meeting, “how are you? Pretty busy?”

“Yeah, pretty good.” He nods his head with a sweet smile. “We’re almost done for the day, but Kugisaki, Tsumiki, and I are meeting Fushiguro for dinner afterwards, so I’m pretty excited about that. What are you guys up to? I know Gojo said you guys had a meeting, but that lady seemed to get out of here pretty quickly.”

Satoru smiles at him still using his previous family name despite having been married to Suguru for nearly a year, but he doesn’t mind. “I don’t know if Kugisaki told you, but that was our adoption case worker.” Yuji nods his head along as he listens to Satoru explain that they’re going to meet the girls that they have a possibility of adopting in less than two days.

“Woah, congrats! That’s so cool!” He says with a wide smile, happy to hear the good news for the two of them. “You guys will be fun parents,” he says with a smile still on his face.

“Thank you Yuji,” Satoru says, returning a similar smile.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys, but congratulations again!” Yuji says with a polite wave as he heads back towards the front counter to start working on what he needs to do to close up. Suguru and Satoru sit for a couple minutes longer, still taking in what just happened before they stand up and leave to head back towards the car, giving a final wave to Yuji as they head out the front door.

“I told you it would be good news, Sugu,” Satoru says, swinging their arms forward and back between them as they walk down the sidewalk. The summer sun still sits fairly high in the sky, the golden rays finding their way through the tall buildings and down onto the sidewalk. Their long shadows move with them as they walk back towards where the car is parked. 

“Yeah but you didn’t know that for sure.” 

“Sure I did! What’s stopping me from telling you that I can tell the future?” Satoru says jokingly, trying to lighten the mood even more.

“How about you tell me if I’m going to smack you on the back of the head or not?” Suguru asks with raised brows, looking over at him as they walk down the sidewalk.

“It’s not 100% accurate all the time, you know - but I’m thinking yes.” Satoru answers, fully expecting a smack now and bracing himself in preparation.

“I guess you’re right about it not always being accurate,” Suguru says with a smile, deciding against it this time. 

Once they get back to the car, the drive back home feels like it takes hours. On the way there, Satoru decides to order them dinner to get delivered so that neither of them have to cook when they get home. They decide on sushi, having found a place just around the corner from the entrance to their neighborhood that they loved. The sun slowly starts setting lower and lower towards the horizon, although by the time they make it home, it still sits just above the hills in the distance.

Satoru hurries ahead of him up the stairs and unlocks the door while Suguru grabs his bag from the car. As Suguru is heading out of the garage, the delivery driver happens to pull up. He waits for a moment while the driver hands him the bag and heads up the stairs behind Satoru with their food.

“Food’s here,” Suguru calls out into the house as he locks the door and slips off his shoes. He sets his bag down and heads up the stairs to drop off their food in the kitchen. Satoru’s already upstairs waiting for him when he enters the kitchen. 

“That’s really good timing,” he points out as he sets down the empty glass of water that he’d finished drinking. “Do you want to get changed first or eat first?” Satoru asks, pretty sure he already knows the answer as he steps around the corner of the island to stand in front of him. Before Suguru can even answer, Satoru’s hand is grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss, holding him there for a moment before he finally lets go.

Suguru smiles as he looks into Satoru’s eyes, feeling the slight tingle of butterflies in his stomach at his gesture, despite being used to it. “I’m starving, let’s eat.” It’s the answer that Satoru was expecting, so he has a smile as he grabs their chopsticks from the drawer and sets them on the dining room table. Suguru opens up the bag and pulls out their food, quickly discerning which tray belongs to which of them.

As they eat their dinner, they’re both still slightly in shock over what had happened just an hour before. “I can’t believe we get to meet them so soon,” Satoru says with a smile as he picks up a sake nigiri.

“It feels a little bit insane.”

“I’m so excited,” Satoru says, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“Me too,” Suguru says with a similar smile on his face. All they’d thought about for the past six months was being parents and this feels like the first step towards it, despite it actually being one of the final steps. 

They find it nearly impossible to talk about anything but their upcoming meeting while they eat. Once they finish their dinner and get cleaned up, they both head downstairs to get out of their day clothes and put on some more comfy clothes to relax in. Satoru pulls on some shorts and a tshirt and sits down and stretches out his limbs in one of the chairs by the window while Suguru does the same. 

As Suguru’s putting away his bag from the office and getting changed, Satoru scrolls through his phone, checking on what he missed in the past couple hours. He decides to open up his email to see if maybe Kiyo had already sent something, despite knowing she probably wouldn’t until sometime tomorrow. Normally it would be full of random junk and nothing important, but this time he sees a name that he only sees very seldomly. His heart feels like it’s about to jump out of his chest as he sees an email from the name Sakura Gojo. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes out quietly as he clicks on it. Suguru is in the bathroom, so he doesn’t hear him as he says it. He opens up the email and sees a wall of text. It feels like all the air in his lungs is immediately expelled upon seeing her name on his screen. 

‘Hi Sato-nii! ^3^ I’m really sorry it’s been so long since I last reached out, but I’ve just been super busy and you know how mom and dad are :/ It’s nearly impossible for me to get away for a chance to email you, but I’m doing this at school before I head home. I’ve been keeping track and writing down everything that I want to talk to you about though so I won’t miss anything. ^.^’

He quickly reads through the rest of the long email from his little sister, catching up on everything that’s happened in her life over the past almost two years. Her emails were never sent on specific dates or on a schedule of any sorts, so they could come at any time. Satoru knew that it had been a long time since the last one, but he still didn’t see this coming whatsoever.

Suguru comes out of the bathroom with his hair all down and brushed out, happy to have it down after having it tied up all day. “Do you want to go look at the stars?” He asks, rubbing his hand over his chest through his tshirt as he leans over to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head. Since it was summer, they spent most nights up on the roof looking at the sky rather than at the tv. Satoru doesn’t answer right away, still looking at his phone screen slightly in shock. “Satoru?” He asks, not sure if he heard him the first time.

“Sorry, baby,” Satoru says, shaking his head as he tucks his phone into his pocket and stands up quickly. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Is everything alright?” Suguru asks, already sensing that something is slightly off with his husband.

“Mhm!” Satoru assures him with a cheery response, but Suguru sees right through it, twisting his lips to the side at his response. They head quickly up the stairs and Satoru stops in the kitchen to grab a cookie from the pantry before they continue up to the roof. Suguru lies down on the daybed first and Satoru climbs in next to him, snuggling up and resting his head on his chest with a silent sigh. Suguru immediately notices that something still seems off and looks down at where Satoru lies on his chest.

“Hey,” he says, getting Satoru’s attention. 

“Hm?” Satoru hums in response, not even bothering to lift his head to look at him.

“Baby, look at me,” Suguru says, resting his chin against his chest to look down at Satoru. He lifts his head up and looks at Suguru who looks down at him. Despite the darkness, Satoru can see the warmth in his eyes and immediately feels a little bit better. “What’s wrong?” Suguru’s voice is soft and calming as he says it, wanting him to feel better if something really is wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, Gugu,” Satoru says, but Suguru knows he’s not telling the whole truth. 

“Satoru I know that’s not true, why are you lying to me?” Suguru says as he rubs his hand over Satoru’s back trying to soothe him and calm him from whatever it is that’s on his mind. “We’ve been out here for an entire minute and you haven’t even told me about what constellations we can see.”

Their house was at the top of a hill, so there was nothing to block their view, making the roof the absolute best spot for stargazing when the sky was clear. Satoru points up at the clear sky above them as he normally would. “They’re the same as last night, Sugu; that’s Ursa Major - The Big Dipper -  right there, and then from there you can find-”

Suguru cuts him off, seeing past the act that he’s putting up. “Satoru, baby. Just tell me what’s wrong.” His voice is full of worry which makes Satoru feel bad about keeping it from him any longer.

Satoru takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh. “I got an email from my sister,” he finally says after a long moment of silence.

Suguru doesn’t know how to respond at first. For as long as he’d known Satoru, he’d only talked about his family once or twice. He didn’t even know that he had a sister until after they were married and Shoko had mentioned it. He takes a breath as he tries to think of what to say. He wasn’t really sure what it meant, so he just decides to ask. “Do you want to talk about it?” He lets his hand sneak underneath the fabric of Satoru’s tshirt to rub the warm skin of his back, trying to soothe him in any way he can. He doesn’t hear a response, but instead a slight sniffle from Satoru. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby,” Suguru says quietly as he looks down to see Satoru resting with his chin on the back of his hand, looking up at Suguru with tears brimming his eyes and his bottom lip stuck out slightly. 

“It feels stupid that I’m crying,” Satoru says with a chuckle as he sniffles again and wipes the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. 

“It’s not stupid, baby,” Suguru tries to comfort him as they both sit up, sitting cross legged on the daybed now facing one another. “Do you want to tell me about her?” Suguru asks, not entirely sure of what to do to help the situation. 

“Well, it’s kind of a lot to explain,” Satoru starts, leaning back on both of his hands to look up at the stars in the night sky as he takes a deep breath and pushes it back out through his lips. He feels Suguru’s hand rest on his knee and it helps to clear his mind slightly. He feels his thumb trace back and forth across the skin and the feeling puts a soft smile on his lips. “I haven’t actually seen her in over a decade, and I’ve talked to her only a handful of times since then, and it’s only ever through email.” It sounds like a lot at first, and it is, but Suguru stays quiet, giving him the opportunity to keep going.

“When I turned 18 my parents wanted me to move out and start living on my own…” Suguru can already tell that it’s hard for Satoru to talk about his family but he pushes on anyway. “That’s not really important, but when that happened-” Satoru pauses and takes a breath, letting it out slowly through his lips as he tries not to cry any more, “that was the last time that I actually saw Sakura in person.” 

Suguru doesn’t speak as he repositions himself to sit behind Satoru, just holding him silently in his arms as they sit there under the night sky. Being an only child, he can’t really imagine what not being able to see your sibling is like, but he can understand how difficult it must be, especially seeing how hard it is for Satoru to talk about it.

Despite saying that it wasn’t important, it feels somewhat therapeutic to finally talk about it, so Satoru decides to go into the details of his difficult family relationship a bit more. “It started before she was even born, really. Just before I turned ten, my grandpa died and I have no idea why, but he left everything in his name to me… I-” he sniffles and wipes his eyes again, ���I don’t know if it was to get back at my dad for something- or- or he didn’t like my mom or something else- I still have no idea why he did it,” as he says it he can’t help but let the tears continue to fall from his eyes. Suguru holds him tighter, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck to try to comfort him more. “All he left for my parents was the family house and after that they just- I don’t know, they just stopped treating me like their son and started treating me like I was just another burden that they had to deal with.” 

Suguru swears that he can feel his heart breaking into a million pieces as Satoru explains the situation. He immediately understands why Satoru doesn’t ever speak about his family. They stopped treating their son like their son over something that he had absolutely zero control over. He didn’t even have access to any of his family’s money until he turned 18, so it’s not like he was maliciously keeping what they felt like was their money from them.  “Shh, baby it’s okay,” Suguru coos in his ear as he squeezes him tight. Satoru turns to wrap his arms around Suguru’s shoulders, letting himself cry into his chest. “You don’t have to say anything else baby, it’s okay.” He quickly starts to feel more angry for Satoru than sadness. 

“No, it’s okay,” Satoru says with a sniffle as he lifts his face from Suguru’s chest and looks up into his eyes, nothing but the moonlight and the dim lighting from the pool softly illuminating their faces. 

“You really don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to, Toru.”

“I’m fine Sugu, I promise. I’ve kept this from you and I want you to know about it. You deserve to know.” Suguru wipes the tears from his husbands cheeks with his fingers and Satoru takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly through his lips. He presses a kiss to his forehead which puts a soft smile on his lips.

Suguru always does his best to make sure that Satoru knows that he can tell him anything he needs to so that he can get it off of his chest and feel better. “Take as long as you need, baby. You don’t have to do it all right now.” 

It’s not that Satoru didn’t want to tell him, it’s just that he didn’t really necessarily feel the need to at any point before this. “I’m okay, really. When Sakura was born they completely changed; it’s like they became entirely different parents to her than they were to me. It’s like I was the trial run and it was okay that they were shitty to me and she was the golden child that could never do anything wrong.” The further Satoru explains, the more Suguru feels the pain in his voice and the angrier he feels for him. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my baby sister more than anything, but it’s like once she was born they just - I don’t know - completely forgot about me.”

“I’m guessing it’s your parents that don’t let you talk to her?” Suguru asks, his voice gentle as he does so. His breath is warm against Satoru’s neck, a nice constant in the cool summer night.

“Bingo,” Satoru says, his voice slightly stuffy as his nose is congested from crying. “They say they’re protecting her. Who knows what from,” he sounds irritated as he says it, “but I only talk to her through email whenever she’s able to reach out.” 

“When was the last time you heard from her?” Suguru asks, still curious and realizing that Satoru seems to be more comfortable when he’s talking just about his sister.

“A little over two years ago,” Satoru says quietly. 

“What kind of things does she say?”

“Well-” Satoru starts. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to open up the email from her, not remembering everything from just having done a quick read through it before Suguru had come out of the bathroom. “She’s turning 18 in September and she invited us to her birthday party…” 

Suguru stops for a moment, thinking about what he’s about to say for a moment before he says it. “We should go…”

“I don’t know about that, Sugu…” Satoru is obviously apprehensive at the thought. He’d love more than anything to be able to see his baby sister again, but that would more than likely require having to see his parents as well. “My parents definitely don’t know she invited me and I doubt they even know that we’re married.”

He would send her the occasional update one or two times a year - despite knowing that he would likely never get an answer - and of course that included sending some of their wedding pictures after getting married the year prior. He was always happy to send her updates on his life knowing that he would eventually get something back, even if it took months on end.

Suguru thinks for a moment before he continues. “Baby, you’re 30 years old and married with your own house and family - your parents can’t keep your sister from you forever.” As soon as he says it he regrets it slightly, not sure if he’s pushing too hard even after Satoru was unsure about it. 

“I hate to admit when you’re right…” Satoru says, half jokingly as he turns to look at Suguru.

“Hey,” Suguru says with a scoff as he smacks him lightly on the shoulder. “And you said she’s turning 18 right?” Satoru nods his head in confirmation. “She can technically make her own decisions, so if she wants you to be there, I think you should be there for her.”

“Yeah, technically, but you don’t know our parents, Sugu,” Satoru says with a sigh. They both lie back down onto their backs and look up at the sky as they continue talking. “They’re stricter than strict. I haven’t talked to them in almost 12 years, but I can guarantee to you that they won’t be happy about her inviting us.”

Suguru wraps his arms around Satoru’s shoulders and pulls him back into his chest before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh. “You don’t even want to see them? What if they’ve changed?”

“They haven’t,” Satoru says bluntly. “If they had, I wouldn’t have to secretly talk to Sakura through email every other year.” He presses his cheek against the soft material of Suguru’s tshirt, secretly hoping that maybe he’s right; that maybe now that it’s been so long that they’ve actually changed and would treat him differently. 

“You don’t think we could go and also somehow avoid your parents? We’re pretty tall but I think we could sneak around decently,” Suguru suggests, trying to lighten the mood. 

“You’re right, I think we would be good at hiding, but I don’t know, Sugu…” Satoru is still obviously apprehensive about the entire situation, but can admit to himself that seeing his sister for her birthday sounds like an absolute dream.

“Can I also selfishly admit that I want to meet your sister to see how similar the two of you are?” Suguru says, the smile apparent in his voice as he talks against Satoru’s hair. 

Satoru lifts his head from where it rests against Suguru’s chest and looks at him with a smile. “I can tell you right now that I’m much more well behaved than her.”

“Oh really?” Suguru asks with a raised brow, obviously choosing not to believe his husband.

“Really!” Satoru responds enthusiastically and Suguru looks at him through narrowed eyes. “Okay, not really, but at least the last time I saw her she was just like me and was the craziest little kid, she could never sit still.”

“Baby, that just sounds like a normal child, you were 18 were you not?” 

Satoru shakes his head, knowing that Suguru sees right through him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just believe me, she’s definitely my sister.” 

“Well ultimately it’s your decision, but I think your sister would love to see you and I would love to meet her.” Suguru says, giving Satoru another squeeze into his chest. “Did she say anything else in her email?”

Satoru pulls his phone back out to see what else she had told him about. “Let’s see,” Satoru says as his eyes skim over the wall of text that was her email. “Apparently she has a boyfriend which feels crazy to me considering I haven’t seen her since she was six years old. She’s going to university next year, and she has her final piano recital in January.” 

“She plays piano too?” He imagines that he’s thinking too far ahead, but if everything goes well, maybe they could go watch her final performance together.

Satoru nods his head against Suguru’s chest before lifting it up and looking up at him with a smile now on his face. “She’s really good too. I’ll find one of her videos and show you later.”

“Better than you even?” Suguru asks playfully, pretty sure he knows how Satoru will react.

“Slow down there, Sugu. She might be good, but she’s not that good,” Satoru responds, sounding just as arrogant as ever. “I practically taught her everything she knows.”

There’s my Satoru, Suguru thinks to himself as he looks up at the sky with a smile on his face, happy that he seems to have calmed down a bit and returned back to his normal self. “I’m sure you did,” Suguru says, letting his hand rub up and down the skin of Satoru’s back underneath his tshirt.

“Stop saying that like you don’t believe me. It’s my musical genius that rubbed off on her.”

Suguru nods his head with a smile. “Do the two of you look alike?” He asks curiously and already imagining in his head what she might look like. It only takes a couple seconds for Satoru to pull up a picture of her. Suguru takes a hold of his phone to get a better look. “Aww, you guys have the same eyes,” he says with a smile, immediately noticing her piercing blue eyes. She has the same white hair, although it’s much longer - almost down to her waist. “I didn’t need convincing but this is definitely your sister,” Suguru says with a slight chuckle. They could probably pass as twins if they really wanted to.

“I told you that Roo,” Satoru says as Suguru hands his phone back to him. “She looks just like her big brother.” The two of them smile as he sets his phone back down to the side and turns to look up at Suguru once more. 

Suguru feels his eyes on him and looks down before craning his neck down to press their lips together for a moment, Satoru’s soft lips comforting against his own. He feels Satoru's lips from a smile before he pulls away. “What?” Suguru asks, not sure what he’s up to.

Satoru keeps a wide smile on his face as he looks back up at him. “Did you actually want me to explain the stars to you or were you just saying that?”

“Baby of course I want to listen to you explain the stars to me.”

“Good, because I can’t be out here on a night as clear as tonight and not tell you what we can see up there,” Satoru says as he rolls onto his back to lie next to Suguru, completely forgetting once again about what it was that had turned his night upside down in the first place. 

[bryngmemoney]

✁FASHION FLIRT ✃

❝ we in love & started dating at your art school..

..cause either way we both lyin' more than half of the time..

..except for when I'm home workin' on your graphic design ❞

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

🪡SUMMARY

You’re a fashion student in your first year of college, beginning the end of 2nd semester project, which just so happens to be designing a collection of 3 outfits to be modeled at a fashion show in late May. Your classes host model auditions for designers like you to go pick your models. While everyone is able to write down a max of 20 people, there’s one boy that catches your eye you hope ends up in your final 3.

⍟ JJK college au ⍟ art students au ⍟ no curse au

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✍️ your designs

📋 your model rating list

(these 2 are optional for more visuals, if u have ur own ideas pls feel free to ignore)

┌──── “ group chats 💬 „

👥 Fashion Famous 🧑‍🎨🧵

👥 Film GC 📽️

👥 day 1’s

👥 y/n’s fan club

🪡TWITTER PROFILES

chapters below cut

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✆ chapter 1: Extra Credit

✆ chapter 2: Flirting Business Tactic

✆ chapter 3: Fashion Walk

✆ chapter 4: Leaf

✆ chapter 5: Model Castings

✆ chapter 6: Can’t wait to see u

✆ chapter 7: Snacks

✆ chapter 8: Movies

✆ chapter 9: Asleep

✆ chapter 10: Late

✆ chapter 11: Third Wheel

✆ chapter 12: Reminded me of you

✆ chapter 13: Iron

✆ chapter 14: Flip a coin

✆ chapter 15: 8-ball

✆ chapter 16: Deserve each other

✆ chapter 17: Romeo o’ romeo

✆ chapter 18: Bro

✆ chapter 19: First Date

✆ chapter 20: Puzzle

✆ chapter 21: Don’t tell anyone

✆ chapter 22: Fraud

✆ chapter 23: Zip-up

✆ chapter 24: Beading & Braiding

✆ chapter 25: Guess

✆ chapter 26: Ignored

✆ chapter 27: Fixing him

✆ chapter 28: Couch

✆ chapter 29: Films

✆ chapter 30: Sleepover

✆ chapter 31: Out of guesses

✆ chapter 32: Portraits of love

✆ chapter 33: Rehearsal

✆ chapter 34: Show

EPILOGUE

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[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡2

pt 1 here

Obsessive!Choso whose heart was beating harder than usual, standing outside hoping to see you so you could walk in together. Standing against the wall next to the door. The winter weather made it early enough for the campus lights to not be turned on yet, but late enough to be dark outside. Seeing you walk up the steps that led to the doors, looking down at your phone that lit up your face enough for him to see you. Smiling as his eyebrows pinched together when he saw you bundled up in your coat. “Be careful, you don't know that weirdo.” He heard who he assumed was one of your friend's on facetime with you. Seeing your eyebrows furrow towards the phone, “I gotta go- I'll call you later.” he heard you say, hanging up the phone and muttering, ‘bitch’ before pulling open one of the heavy doors of the library. His cheeks felt warm at the thought that you didn't even notice him, making a mental note that you don't pay attention to your surroundings.

Obsessive!Choso who walked in a few minutes after you, making sure his shoe laces were tied and his shirt wasn't wrinkled. Fiddling with one of the many rings on his hands when he scanned the open library. Trying to find you in the sea of students. Spotting you behind a glass door of the study rooms. Mind making him see a halo around you. Whos heart almost burst in seeing that you had reserved a study room just for him. Who was so sure, that the only reason you reserved it was to be alone with him.

Obsessive!Choso whose feet felt numb in his heavy shoes as he walked across the library, a small smile on his lips when he saw you with your head on your hand while writing something down. His hand connecting with the steel door handle with a small ‘clink’. Making you flinch at the sound and look over at the door with a smile. Whos hand was clenched tightly into a fist at seeing your warm smile greet him, taking a seat across the table from you. Setting his worn out backpack onto the chair next to him. Looking at the wall behind you, seeing you shifting in your seat from the corner of his eye. You spoke up, asking if he understood anything that was being taught. “The TA always confuses me- Starting a sentence and then going back to the topic from before.” You laughed, trying to ease the tension in the air, seeing his face go unchanged as he looked to the door. “S’not that hard to understand.” He mumbled, placing his hands atop his thighs, his shoulders going stiff when he realized how rude that sounded coming out of his mouth. Looking over to see your face of embarrassment. “I didn't mean-” he started, sitting up straight and leaning onto the table. “No, it's okay!” You assured, seeing his face finally change from stoic to showing you some kind of emotion. “I do that a lot too.” you smiled, opening your laptop and scrolling to the assignment requirements. His fingers scratching at the chipping black nail polish on his nails that he needed to redo soon. Choso’s eyes scanning the back of your laptop, seeing the many band stickers and comic book strips cover the silver back. ‘Are you a nerd?’ he thought in adoration, the corners of his mouth hesitating to smile. Recognizing some of the stickers he saw. Making sure to remember the name ‘Destroy Boys’ to look it up later. Wanting to desperately take a picture so he could research every single one, desperately wanting to know where the other stickers were from. 

Obsessive!Choso who scanned the entire screen of your laptop when you turned it so you could both see. Seeing if you had any tabs open that he could see. Noticing you had streaming sites pinned to the top of safari. Seeing your fingers fiddle with the pen in your hand as you started speaking about what you had in mind for the project. Only replying with, ‘That's fine.’ and ‘Okay’ making sure to shut himself up to hear you speak longer. You excused his dry replies with, ‘maybe he's just not the talking type.’ it didn't bother you, but you wished he would form some kind of opinion on what you were suggesting.

Obsessive!Choso who heard you ask, “Would it be okay if you wrote the Summary? I hate that part of these projects-” almost immediately saying “Yes.” before you could finish. Seeing you write a list of the things that had to be done and splitting it in half. Seeing your perfectly manicured hands slide the paper over to him. “Sorry if my writing is a little messy.” you smiled, pulling your computer over to face you and typing. Seeing that you were focused on the screen, he grazed his fingers onto the purple ink from your pen. It was messy, but Choso didn't care, if he couldn't make out the words he'd spend the next hour trying to understand them. Almost clenching his heart when he saw the little scribbles of flowers adorn the top of the lined page. “I'll send you the link to the doc-” your voice trailed off, scanning the screen with your eyes. Oblivious to how Choso was admiring the page you gave him. This was finally his chance, he finally had an opportunity to ask you-“Do you have an instagram?” he asked, looking down at his hands when he heard your fingers stop typing. “I don't really like social media.” you smiled, looking up from your screen to look at him.

Obsessive!Choso who felt like his heart could shatter at your words ‘Liar.’ Choso thought, ‘Why would you lie to me?’ his thoughts were interrupted when he heard you speak up again. “I could give you my phone number? I find it alot easier to talk to people through messages or calls.” You spoke, your words mending the cracks in his heart from your lie. In truth, you didn't like lying to people, but the mere thought of giving him your instagram and letting him see the bullshit you spam onto your story was humiliating enough. Choso pulled his phone out quickly, fingers gliding across his screen as he pressed the ‘add contact’ button. Sliding his phone over to you. Seeing you do the same, his heart fluttered at the sight of trading phones. Seeing small charms jingle at the corner of your phone when he picked it up, noticing it was a newer model of his phone, and a lot smaller.

Obsessive!Choso who almost let out a choked sigh when he looked over and saw how big his phone was compared to your hand. Taking a mental picture as you struggled to hold it. Seeing you slide it back to him, his eyes looking over your name in his phone. Sliding yours back to you. Immediately memorizing your phone number in case he ever lost it. Your eyes scan the screen before looking at the top right corner and seeing the time. ‘6:45 PM’ it read. Hearing you close your laptop and gather your things, “I gotta get goin’ now-” You muttered, standing from your chair and placing your laptop into your bag. “I'll see you in class.” you smiled, looking at his face that finally cracked a small smile back to you. “Bye!” you said as you waved goodbye to him, stepping out of the room. Seeing him give you a small wave in return. 

Obsessive!Choso whose breath hitched when he saw you left behind the same purple pen you used to write the list you gave him. He looked up to call out to you, but he didn't say anything. Reaching down to grab it, his fingers grazed the smooth plastic as he pictured your hand around it. ‘Did you leave this just for me?’ he thought, a smile creeping onto his face. Hearing a harsh knock onto the door, snapping his head to see a student holding the sheet that showed his reserved time was over. Gathering his pencil and notebook, delicately placing the stray paper you had given him in between a red folder from his backpack. And putting your pen into his pocket before walking out. Choso couldn't see himself, but he felt like his cheeks were warm, and he was sure his ears were red.

Obsessive!Choso who almost ran back to his studio apartment near the school's campus. Sitting at his desk as he digitally scanned the list you wrote, his eyes almost glimmering when he saw the image on his laptop showing that the scan was complete. Rummaging through his discarded school supplies and finding a plastic paper sleeve, gently sliding the page inside. Smiling while he cleared a space in his closet. Gently placing a small stool inside and taping the sleeved page onto the wall. Reaching into his pocket and placing the pen in the center. Thinking, ‘I'll just leave it here so it won't get ruined.’ while he centered the pen onto the stool. ‘I'll give it back next time I see them.’ he assured himself. Walking back to his computer and zooming in on the words you wrote. Remembering the name of a band on the back of your laptop, he opened a new tab. His fingers typing in ‘Destroy Boys’ into the search bar, seeing a picture of the band. Scrolling down and clicking the link that opened spotify. Clicking on the song that was #1 on their page. His eyes slightly widening when he heard the loud music blare through his laptop speakers. Clicking the button that showed him the lyrics. ‘This is what you listen to?’ surprised that you'd listen to music so similar to what he listened to. 

Obsessive!Choso who was so tempted to scroll through the thousands of monthly listeners in hopes to find you. Instead, settling on changing your name in his phone from your first and last name, to your first name with a small ‘♡’ next to it, hoping you'd do the same. Scrolling through his camera roll, before choosing a picture he stole from your friend's story, one where you were caught off guard and smiling. One of his favorite pictures of you he had screenshotted. The same picture he used as his wallpaper, pretending he was the one who took it. Making sure he changed it to a black screen before he went to the library earlier, in case you saw it. Looking back up to his laptop and playing the band's entire discography. Listening to the lyrics and adding the ones he thought you'd listen to into a playlist. Going to stand up when his phone dinged, looking down to see your name pop up. His hands shaking taking a screenshot of the first text message you had ever sent him. ‘Hey! Here's the link to the doc :) in case you wanna change something about it.’ he read, almost hearing your voice in his head. His hands went clammy when he saw you had sent him a smiley face. ‘Are you...No. Are you flirting with me?’ he thought to himself. Going to his computer and opening the message, clicking onto the link and seeing that you were looking at it too.

Obsessive!Choso who smiled so hard at the idea that you were looking at the google doc at the same time. Taking his fingers and moving his cursor to hover above yours. Letting out a quiet laugh when he thought about how technically he was holding your hand right now. Hoping that you were looking at what he was doing, but the chances of you just leaving your computer open while doing something in your bedroom were higher than his hopes. Opening the notification on his phone and replying, ‘thank you:)’ before turning off his phone and looking back to his computer. His hands in between his knees as he stared, hearing the music you listened to blare through his laptop.

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pt 3 here

..... mm I luv him sm, im gettin to the actual stalking soon, could you tell? wrote this while listening to 'Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge'

[fanta2y]

The Little Things

a little drabble inspired by @rrairey and her post on sukuna peeling an orange so THANK HER FOR THIS CUTE LITTLE THING

@archive-network (ooo you wanna click it so bad)

cw: none

word count: 697 (very short)

The door of your shared apartment swung open as you walked in, practically dead on your feet from the long and tiring hours of work today. You wanted nothing more than to curl into bed, cuddle with your personal furnace of a boyfriend and sleep for the next week. 

But you knew Ryomen was probably having an equally, if not worse day than you. And being disgustingly in love with him, you would push aside the tired ache that felt bone deep, for him to come home with a hot meal. 

You were stopped in your tracks when you realized that his shoes were already propped by the front door, his nice suit jacket hung up on the rack. 

“Ryo?!” You called out, your voice echoing along the walls. You walked through the apartment, making your way into the kitchen. When your eyes landed on a plate, wrapped in plastic wrap with your name written on it. 

The food looked delicious, the steam getting trapped inside the wrap. It brought a smile to your face as you grabbed the plate and made your way to the bedroom. Where you assumed he would be. 

“Ryo?” You called to him again, opening the door of your shared bedroom. The plate still in hand, you found him laying blissfully on the bed. His shirt no where to be found, his pajama pants hanging lowly on his hips as he flipped through a book. 

He hummed, his eyes flicking up from his book to meet yours. 

“Welcome home.” He said, his voice gravely and soft. The tone only you got to hear from him, the smile never left your lips as you made your way over to where he was laying. Placing the still warm plate on the bedside table, you leaned forward to kiss him. 

“Did you make me dinner?” A teasing lilt to your voice as you whispered the question against his lips. 

“No.” His signature smirk adorning his face, as you giggled. 

“No?” You shook your head at his antics, kissing him once more in a silent thank you. 

This is the way Ryomen functioned. He could never admit that he had done something for you. Either flat out denying it or coming up with some excuse as to why it was easier for him to do it, or why he had to do it instead of you. 

No matter what he said, the warmth that it left in your heart never dimmed. Knowing that the way he showed his love and care for you was not through sweet words or gifts, but through silent acts. Making dinner for you when you come home, folding your laundry for you after hearing you complain about it, making you coffee in the morning before you wake up. 

Its the little things that make you fall so much more in love with him. The silly excuses you both knew were false could never falter the love you shared with him. 

“It was the coffee fairy.” He would say, barely being able to hide the smirk with his book. 

“I don’t even know where your clothes go.” He would argue, both of you knowing that he was the one who helped you organize your closet when he first moved in. Being a stickler for organization and him knowing exactly where everything goes. 

You teased him often by calling him a control freak and he just scoffed and rolled his eyes at you while you giggled away at his antics. 

“Well thank you, whoever it was.” You said, moving away from his side of the bed. Grabbing your plate before getting yourself comfortable. 

Enjoying the homemade dinner thoroughly, and knowing to bring two forks because if you knew Ryomen, you knew he would try and sneakily steal your food whenever you ate infront of him. He said he was simply collecting his taxes from you, like some king of a medivial kingdom. 

It never failed to make you smile. These calm, soft moments with him. Knowing him more intimately than anyone else, filled your heart with sweet joy and satisfaction. Which made your dinner taste all the more delicious. 

authors note: EEEKKK this one is really cute, i love the way it turned out !! i love me some soft sukuna :))) hehehehe i hope you guys enjoyeddd !! and thank you for readinggg <3

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Angel Of Small Death

⚠️𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘⚠️

🎀𝐀𝐠𝐞less and blank blogs will be 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝🎀

Pairing: OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Genre: Smut, Porn with plot.

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: PWP, reader is a big woman, female bodied reader, no protection, pussy eating, good ol' sex, colleagues

Summary: Geto Suguru is the bane of your existence. You hate him. He hates you. The entire office is convinced you’re going to kill each other someday. But damn if it doesn’t feel good when he fucks you senseless.

A/N: This is a collab with @ominouslywritinginmyhead. We've been cooking it for a while and it's gonna be slow but it's one of the most delicious things Saber has thought of that I know. Banner and dividers are mine.

Chapter 1

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The first thing any viewer would see was Yuuji trying very hard not to laugh. As a fresh graduate, he’d assumed office work would be the most mind-numbing activity in the world, but Jujutsu Inc. had proved him wrong within weeks. 

Without a word, Yuuji switched the camera to reveal the messy and noisy twelfth-floor office he’d been working in since April. In the foreground was his favourite senpai Nanami, determinedly staring at his laptop and pretending that he couldn’t hear the showdown going on right behind him.

“—two-faced thieving snake, I know you stole my clients!”

“I did not steal them; I simply suggested that they might benefit more from a more, shall we say, experienced team.”

“Experienced, my ass. You couldn’t even move two steps forward with that last file!”

“And why do you think that happened? Because you interfered and had half my team on leave!”

“That wasn’t my fault; the company requires us to take our paid holidays within two years of getting them — if your team is too overworked to take any vacation days, that’s on you.”

“You think you’re so superior, don’t you? If you actually looked in the mirror for once in your life, you’d see that you’re nothing but a sneaky backstabber who should be fired by now.”

“Oh, I should be fired? Well, if I am, I’ll be sure to tell HR about your little mind games and how you had those poor interns crying—”

In the background, one would be able to hear Yuuji’s uncontrollable giggling combined with Gojo-senpai calling out to the other employees: “They’re at it again! I think Suguru’s going to win this time~”

In full view of the camera, the two team leaders stormed out of the office, leaving through different doors. Just before Yuuji turned the camera off, Gojo-senpai began to laugh like a hyena. “If anyone’s brave enough to stop them, I’ll treat you lot to drinks tonight!”

Suguru smirked. Trust Satoru to find that entertaining. Apparently, his plan of treating the office to drinks wasn’t the only one going around: according to Shoko, the entire office had a betting pool on what could happen in each of these little…arguments. They weren’t stupid enough to do it to his face — or yours, for that matter. But it was quite obvious now what that stray 1000 yen bill on Satoru’s desk yesterday afternoon had been for. 

Not that anyone was going to win by very much, especially since they had no idea what went on behind the scenes. And quite frankly, Suguru didn’t want them to know.

The two of you were lucky that the janitor had called in sick this morning, and that nobody had come looking for the mop.

“Haa—dammit, Suguru, why’d you roll your sleeves up like—like that—you can’t do this to me��shit—”

“You…really need to stop accusing me like this, angel; I’ve done nothing.” He could still feel the sting on his lower lip, where you’d sunk your teeth in, sucking on it to soothe the pain. He could still feel his fingers digging into your plush thighs before his hand slipped under your pretty black skirt, the other hand trailing up your back. Most of all, he could still smell your perfume lingering on his clothes. Sitting in his office, the shades drawn, Suguru closed his eyes. If he thought about it hard enough, he could still feel your touch, too.

You had dragged the charming Geto Suguru into the janitor’s closet after your meeting where it was revealed that a pretty important client of yours had been smoothly swiped by none other than him. Not only did he have the audacity to smile and wink at you while detailing how his team would be proceeding with the client, but the man also knowingly leaned back crossing his bare sinewy arms in front of you — something he knew to be your weakness. 

“You know how much this turns me on, you bastard. Stop acting innocent; it doesn't suit you,” you’d spat, before grabbing the very hands you lusted after and placing them over your breasts. Suguru had complied with your silent plea, kneading at the soft flesh, while you moaned into his mouth. His knee had been pressed against your crotch and you rubbed against it like a cat in heat. 

But when he’d dipped his hand to slip under the waistband of your panties, you’d stopped him, “We can’t. Not here.” He’d given you his best puppy eyes and a pout that only made your heart race – just one time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“We’ll meet tonight, after Gojo’s drinks,” you’d promised. Fuck, he missed you already. How has it only been two hours?  Two hours since he had you in his arms. Two more hours before you could leave work, and then God only knew how long it would be before the evening drinks would wind down…well, knowing Shoko and Satoru, far too long. If Suguru had his way, he’d have cleared a meeting room on the spot and taken you on the table itself—fine, maybe that was too much. But he definitely could just skip drinks and take you home. 

However, you probably wouldn’t be too keen on that. You’d made it clear at the beginning of this—whatever this was—that for it to work, the two of you would have to keep up appearances in public. There was nothing sanitary or respectable; after all, it was just sex. Rough, lust-driven sex. Nothing mattered to the two of you beyond your bodies and the stress relief you got from making each other feel good. But Suguru would be lying if he said it was still the same for him. 

He’ll never forget how it all started.  The two of you, thoroughly intoxicated in a bar one evening after work, much like what tonight promised to be. Your peers – long gone, either to the dance floor or slumped over at your booth. Left to your own devices, he had ended up beside you. In your haze you’d rested your head against his chest, remarking how incredibly muscular it felt. He had chuckled lazily, saying, “Well at least I know all those days at the gym are paying off – although for whom…” 

Hearing him trail off, you’d raised your head to look at him and he’d felt his slacks tighten seeing your eyes – wide and doe-like – as you remarked, “You’re single? I’d never have thought! You’re like, pretty physically gifted; if not mentally.” 

 He’d bristled and shot back, “Well, what about you? I heard you crying about being dumped the other day by the coffee machine.” 

“He wanted me to quit after getting married. It was an ultimatum. And we’d only been dating a few weeks.” You rolled your eyes. 

Suguru had grimaced at that. “Yeah, all that education and time you spent building your career, only to turn into a pretty little housewife who pops out babies? No thanks. What a waste.” 

Something had flashed in your eyes as he said that. The feeling of being understood, Suguru would later realise, was a powerful aphrodisiac. You’d sat up straight and grabbed his hand.

“I’m drunk, but I’m in control of my senses enough to know that, Geto Suguru, I kind of want to fuck you right now.” 

Suguru responded, “Well then, angel, that makes two of us.” From there it had been a whirlwind. You’d paid your tabs at the bar, texted your friends that you were leaving so they wouldn’t worry, and then instead of getting a taxi home, you’d hopped on Geto’s motorbike and sped off to a love hotel. Probably a stupid idea given the circumstances, but you both made it in one piece.

Despite the buzz in his body that was most certainly not from booze, he’d paid for the room and held your hand all the way up the elevator ride, desperate to touch you, yet concerned that you might not like the public display. But once you were in the room…it was all over. And not just for you.

His lips crashed into yours, rough and thirsty, drinking you in like a man lost in a desert who had suddenly happened upon an oasis. Fuck, you really were a good kisser, drawing him in deeper and deeper with your lips and tongue. Your hands were tangled in his hair, freeing it from the tight bun he sported to the office, while he tugged at your blouse, so neatly tucked into the waistband of your formal skirt. 

He’d paused for a moment to appreciate you once your skirt and blouse were off. “Damn!” he’d exclaimed with a low whistle, eyes roaming up and down your figure and resting briefly at your breasts clad in that pretty pink bra. How cute. The lace and little bow in the middle only made things better.

You’d blushed, but chalked it up to being the effect of the alcohol; thankfully, you didn’t have to think about it for too long, because Geto had dived between your legs and was already sloppily leaving kisses along your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft, and he swore he heard you giggle from how ticklish his lips felt.

Geto remembered how tight his own slacks had become, his shirt only half unbuttoned because he’d stopped you, wanting to prep you before he did anything else, desperation making him neglect his needs. He peeled your underwear off, flung it behind him, and attacked your clit. The small bud under his tongue was slurped into his mouth and gently pulled at between his lips, all while his fingers pleaded for an entrance into your hole. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from clamping your thighs around his head, feeling the pressure building in your lower abdomen. His tongue worked wonders for you, licking up thick flat stripes. Something you couldn’t help but note your ex hadn’t bothered to do. 

Geto Suguru loved eating pussy. This was evident. 

He’d lost himself in the taste of your cunt face buried and mind far, far away till he’d felt you tugging at his hair, legs trembling around his head and you gasping “Stop, Suguru, stop!”

When he’d resurfaced, you’d fallen back onto the plush tacky red blanket, panting like you’d run a mile. Only then had he realised that you’d cum onto his face and were incredibly overstimulated. But you’d only taken a moment to gather yourself before sinking to your knees in front of him and finally freeing his cock, looking up at him with those infernal doe eyes. Your hand eagerly wrapped around it as you took his tip in your mouth, testing the waters with little kitten licks. You were determined to show him as good of a time as he’d shown you. 

So you started slow, getting a feel for his thickness and length, before gradually upping your game. It was only a matter of time before you managed to unravel your co-worker completely, and it was the gentle squeeze to his full, aching balls that made Suguru cum in your mouth with a guttural moan. You’d made a show of it, swallowing his cum down your throat and licking any spillage off your finger. 

Suguru’s eyes had darkened at that, and he’d almost ordered you to “get on the bed, I’m going to fuck you now.” You’d complied with a squeak of excitement and laid on your back, watching Suguru first yank off his work pants, then tear off his shirt, and finally climb over you while pulling down his boxers and throwing them halfway across the room. He’d reached out and opened a drawer to find himself a condom, and when he rolled it over his still-hard cock, he’d moaned — your eyes glazed over on hearing such an enthralling sound. You’d spread your pussy lips for him, glistening with your release, and Suguru had gently pushed himself into you, slowly, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure that you didn’t feel any discomfort. His gaze was calculating and contemplative, easy to see despite the low light of the room. You ran your hands through his gorgeous locks again, drowning in his touch. It was only when he bottomed out – his last few centimetres thrust in – that your mouth fell open in a silent scream. 

“Fuck. Your cunt feels amazing, angel.” The little lube on the condom, combined with your own slick, was enough for you to take all of Suguru, but it was still a tight squeeze. Definitely one of the bigger men you’d been with. 

The way you were stretched around him squeezing him tight, Suguru was loath to restrain himself, but he wanted this to feel good, for him as well as you. So he went slow and your hips bucked with each thrust, desperate to feel more of him. Soft pleas fell from your lips, “please…fa-faster…harder…f-fuck…more…please…Su-Suguru,” but he continued his pace. Only when you’d cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down for a kiss, and whispered to him, “Suguru, if you don’t move now I’m going to fucking bite you” did he chuckle, but started to pump in and out of your pussy faster and harder. 

“Is that a promise, angel?” he’d teased, and you’d hated the way your pussy clenched at his words. Unfortunately, Suguru seemed to like it.

His hips slapped against your ass with each hard thrust, and soon he was spilling for a second time that night, condom catching his release inside you. He’d pulled out and collapsed beside you, rubbing your clit with his right hand while his left arm encircled you, pulling you in for a rough kiss. The release you found from his fingers had you clinging to him desperately, moaning his name and maybe a few swear words. You wanted more. You needed more. 

You were sweaty and messy after all that, so he’d actually lifted you up and taken you to the adjoining bath, where you both soaked in the warm bubbly water for a while (once again, something your ex never gave a shit about, based on what Suguru had overheard at the coffee machine) before you had decided it was time to call it a night. Although your corporate nemesis assured you the room had been paid for till morning, you had mentioned that staying would have been crossing some boundary and had even denied his offer to drop you home on his bike. 

“You shouldn’t be riding,” you’d said, “We drank quite a bit…I’ll take a cab home, you can have the room for the night.” 

And with that, you were gone. Only the scent of your perfume and your combined sex lingered…

A/N: Hello! Thanks so much for reading. This was an idea that @ominouslywritinginmyhead came up with and hit me with so we decided why not write a Collab fic on it. We've pored over it and had several revisions and finally here it is! A small thank you to her for being a galaxy brain and dreaming up such delicious ideas. Also btw apparently in French they call an orgasm a small death so that's where that's at.

As always hearts and reblogs are much appreciated and comments will earn you kissies

[nectardaddy]

falling - inumaki toge

cw: language, drinking, drinking in anxious situations, drunkenness, allusion to bickering/arguing, really cheesy flirting lol

notes: written with fem in mind (no pronouns used though), ex inumaki, non-curse au (we got him speaking lads!!), giving college au vibes, request by @inumakisser I changed a few things up though oof, I also just kinda gave up on editing at the end so if you see mistakes in the last couple of paragraphs no you didn't

"Is that who I think it is?"

Turning your attention towards the feminine voice, you raised a brow to the red head next to you. Rolling her eyes as she saw you look to her instead, she motioned towards the figure adjacent to the doorway. "Yuuji- you didn't," she warned.

"Ah fuck," the man began, groaning as he sat back in his chair further. "I always invite him," he began lowly, earning a sharp smack to his head from the woman next to you. Letting out a yelp, and holding his head, and tried to defend himself. "He's never shown up before! How was I supposed to know this time was different?" Another smack, "ouch! Jesus, Nobara! Okkotsu probably forced him out, not me!"

Tracking their gaze, your heart sank to your stomach to the figure that stood adjacent to the doorway. Platinum hair and stark violet eyes catching your attention, you suddenly felt incredibly small. "I need another drink," you suggested to the pair, desperately trying to shy away from your own emotions.

The red head let a chuckle pass her lips before rising from her seat, offering her hand out to you as she did. "Forget the drink, let's get you a shot!" Smiling at you through her words, "hell, get drunk and find a whole other guy - forget about him." Her words earned a cheer from Yuuji, but you contemplated leaving the party all together.

It was easy to say forget, but once put into motion was incredibly difficult. It had been three months since you had even seen the man, whisking himself away as if it were too easy. Leaving your heart in shambles, a rather nasty break, that Toge seemed all too comfortable with. He never texted, never called; while you yearned on late nights to do only that. It was as if you were a complete stranger again - a stranger that still, after all this time, had feelings for him.

"Fuck it," you shrugged and cast your eyes upward to the woman. "Let's get drunk," you announced with a chuckle, finally deciding to take her hand.

As the night continued on, as did your growing intoxication. The effects of the shots and drinks Nobara, relentlessly, handed you, hit you in your now swimming mind. Your eyes were blurry and your skin felt scorched, the sticky, humid air around you clinging to you. It was, supposedly, a small party; the people that drunkenly lined the walls and danced amongst the living room proved otherwise. It made the room inconceivably warm, too many people in such a small area.

Nobara was no where to be found, gone off with Maki earlier and hadn't yet returned. Yuuji on the otherhand, sustained his presence with you, a cheerful smile the entire time. However, the poor soul hadn't found his tolerance for alcohol, finding himself draped across a couch at his own party, completely out cold. With a sigh, and another sip of the liquid what only further made you woozy, you leaned against the wall.

"I'm surprised you're here. You always hated parties," a lower voice next to you catching your attention. Turning, much to your dismay, you saw the only man you fervently did not wish to speak to. Slender fingers wrapping around a bottle, and violet eyes looking you over. You wished you had felt more anger in the moment; something, anything, other than the void of emotion. Too drunk to care, but too drunk not to say something.

"Says the guy who never went to them," you quipped. "A shut in can't critique a wallflower." You couldn't hide your obvious intoxication, booze hindering your speech to slow, methodical statements rather than sly, quick witted, remarks. Part of you wanted to step away right then and there, the other desperately craving any conversation the man would allow.

"Yikes," he grimaced, now placing himself next to you. A foot of distance between the two of you didn't feel like enough, truly you wanted him as far away as possible. "I'll give you that one," he spoke, tipping the bottle to his lips before sighing. "How have you been?"

"Did you really come over here to ask that, Inumaki?" You asked, taking a small breath and letting out through your mouth. The huff of air, and use of his last name, caused him to recoil subtlety, internally regretting his own decision to come speak to you. The conversation, or lack there of, gave you a sense of panic. Not knowing what he wanted, as it surely had to be something, you took a large sip of the contents in your cup.

He watched as you tipped the cup back, taking down the liquid as if it were your lifeline in the moment. He knew better than to speak to it; he couldn't tease or poke fun anymore, knowing it might very well lead to a slap in the face. So he sucked in a breath through his teeth, swallowed his pride, and faced his reality. Toge wanted nothing more than to talk to you again, craving it so deeply it itched. But he could never find the right words, how could he possibly when things ended so terribly? "I'm regretting it now," he mumbled.

You only managed to let a hum pass your lips, biting the side of your cheek as to not let anything further slip. You wanted to tear into him, rip him piece by piece with your words - just like old times. But now you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of merely pissing you off. Without a second thought you tipped your cup to your lips once more. Sipping the drink, the tangy taste of shitty fruit punch and liquor invaded your senses.

He noticed as you blinked hard from the taste, watching you teeter from foot to foot to keep yourself stable, and knew your words were sluggish and off. "Jeez- you're fucking trashed, aren't you?" He asked, genuinely not meaning for the words to leave so harshly. "You ok?"

"You're caring now?" You proded, your words biting a bit harder than you first imagined. "I didn't know you knew how to do that. Why's it matter anyway?" You shrugged, looking over to him with blurred vision.

"I've always cared," he retorted. "Don't be such a-"

There was a moment of pause between the two of you, a heavy silence hitting you both from the weight of the words, or lack thereof. He desperately wanted to back track the conversation, to take all of his sly remarks back - too late now. He knew it was too late as he heard a laugh pass your lips, a pained chuckle forcing its way out from his words. "Bitch?" You asked rhetorically, "go ahead and say it. Didn't stop you before."

"Alright, alright" he began before taking a small breath. "There's a lot of things I shouldn't have done," he admitted begrudgingly. "But that's a conversation to have when you're not piss drunk." Albeit, he didn't want to have the conversation at all. The feelings that prickled inside from having to admit his wrong doings made him wretch, add alcohol to the mix and he wanted to vomit right then and there.

"I can't believe I actually missed you," a drunken slip of the tongue, the statement so casually leaving your lips. Realizing immediately what you had uttered, you closed your eyes and groaned. You wanted to regret saying it, but the gentle nag at your heart said differently. Completely blitzed, you couldn't find a single care in the world left on what you said. "Seems stupid admitting it out loud," you chuckled, a silly, alcohol induced, smile on your lips.

He felt his shoulders slump at your statement, realizing you didn't feel much different than he. Two idiots still hopelessly attached to each other despite such a murky break; a classic situation of 'right person, incredibly wrong time.' While he wasn't inebrietated, the bottle in his hands warm as he held onto it throughout the night, he felt his mind scatter at the thought. "It's not stupid," speaking as he shook his head. "You always were a sap," he added, a smirk daring to grace his lips. He toed the line gently, testing waters to see if he dared tease you once more.

"What does that make you?" You asked, deciding against your better judgement to play along. But he made it so easy, so comfortable, an aura so warm and inviting he made it hard to stray away from - ex lover or not.

"A god damn moron for letting you go," he spoke with a small chuckle. But he was far from comedic with the sentiment. He missed you whether he liked it or not, an urge so deep down in his soul he simply couldn't ignore it. He often found himself wanting to call, to text, to simply do something; he second guessed himself often. He didn't want to be that guy, more often than not believing he would make matters worse if he were to speak to you.

"Oh-" you snorted, "that was smooth I'll give you that." Your musings made him chuckle in response, leaning against the wall next to you and feeling a bit less on edge. "I still miss you, y'know?" Liquid luck was the only reason you allowed yourself to say such things, sobriety would have you double down and wholeheartedly deny as such. "Dumbass," you added with a small, genuine smile.

"Yeah?" He asked rhetorically, a playful smile pulling at his lips. "This is a first. You compliment my pickup lines and you say you miss me?" His teasing tone returned, one of which he thought he could never have again with you. He would be lying if he said it didn't make his heart swell.

"I can take it back, Toge," you quipped, and to his words you tried to nudge him, but you drunkenly misjudged his distance from you. Although he wasn't far from you, the distance was enough that your body weight started to fall from the lack of contact with him. He quickly grabbed your arm to center you, but couldn't help himself as a loud laugh passed his lips.

"The jokes write themselves!" He spoke between laughs, "looks like you're falling for me again," he noted between giggles. He watched as you shot him a mischievous glare, resulting in him only laughing more. "Oh come on, I never stopped falling for you," he admitted with a smile. "Was only a matter of time before you did it too."

might make a part 2?? idk but I really enjoyed writing this!!

[hoenoredone]

CHEF NANAMI HEADCANONS

tags: sfw

chef!nanami who keeps his work station immaculate, who hones his knives at the end of each day and sharpens them at least once a month.

chef!nanami whose favorite part of the day is making his partner a simple breakfast of cocoa topped cappuccino and a homemade pistachio cream croissant. he reminds you every time that he is not a pastry chef, and you should not expect anything spectacular out of the croissant he presents you. it's quite literally the flakiest, most decadent pastry you've ever had.

chef!nanami who never yells at his sous, whose kitchen is as calm and quiet as it can be for two star restaurant.

chef!nanami who personally trains culinary school student!yuuji because he sees so much raw talent and potential in his rough hands. sure, he messes up three different times while making a simple demi glace, but once nanami takes him through the process step by step he remebers it and performs it perfectly.

chef!nanami who insists you bring your friends to his restaurant so that he can impress them with his skills and subtly show you off to his staff. he might not be the best at expressing it, but he is a proud man.

chef!nanami who almost gets offended when you suggest going out for dinner instead of staying home and letting him cook for you. what, suddenly you don't like his dishes anymore?

chef!nanami who melts when he understand it's actually quite the opposite. you see how drained he looks after a long, busy night at the restaurant, you don't want to put any more pressure on him. he still acts offended for the drama.

chef!nanami whose sole purpose in life is to see you smile once you take a bite of the butter seared scallop he placed on top of the black rice risotto with lemon zest and micro-basil he made for dinner.

[herofics]

Stressing about uni, feat Geto

A/N: I’m having a bit of a hard time with basically everything. I’m so fucking stressed, and overwhelmed by all the things I’m supposed to do. There’s so much crap going on and I just needed to write some comfort stuff for myself. Non curse AU, reader is a uni student in their early twenties (at least) and Geto has already graduated, they’re not living together

“Can’t I just try to drink myself into a coma? I could really use the rest” you asked half-jokingly, as you looked down at your glass.

“No, I don’t think that’s an option, not a good one anyway” Geto said, taking the glass from you and downing the last bit of bourbon that was left in the glass. “That’s enough of that for today”

He set both your glasses down in the sink and returned to sit on the opposite side of the table from you. You hadn’t seen each other for over a week and Geto had undeniably missed you, but he could see you weren’t doing too well. He had been busy at work, but it felt like you had also been avoiding him a bit. Now that he’d finally been able to come to see you, he’d found you with a glass of liquor in your hand. Luckily, it was just your first drink, so he decided to join you. Just for one drink.

“I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to handle all this stress and shit. It’s all crap and I’m so tired” you groaned, slowly banging your head on the table.

“Have you noticed you curse a lot more when you’re stressed?” Geto asked, trying to lighten the mood.

You glared at him for a moment, before continuing to slightly smack your forehead on the table.

“Hey, stop that” Geto said, sliding his hand between your head and the table, which made you just rest your head on top of his hand. “Talk to me”

“I’m just drowning in all these damn assignments and upcoming exams. Also one of the group assignments I’m a part of has a deadline in a few days and the others in my group haven’t done shit. It’s basically just been me doing things and the stuff they have written has just been straight up fucking wrong and I’ve had to correct basically all of it” you grumbled.

“Well they sound useless” Geto affirmed. “Just make sure you don’t do their part too, it’s not your job”

“Yeah I know, but I also need to pass this course so I’m probably going to have to help them at least…” you sighed, raising your head. “I just have to start doing the other assignments too, but I can’t make myself do it. It’s so fucking annoying”

“I could just keep you company while you work on your assignments, if that helps?” Geto asked, pulling his hand back since you weren’t resting your head on it anymore.

“It probably would, to be honest” you said. “But not tonight, I think I need to go to sleep, I’m exhausted. Do you want to stay the night?”

“Sure, I have a day off tomorrow anyway so we can sleep in if you don’t have any early lectures” Geto smiled gently.

“I don’t have any classes at all tomorrow actually, so I can try to work on the assignments that have the deadlines soon”

“I’ll keep you company” he promised.

“Thanks, you really are the best” you yawned. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and go to sleep. Do you want to stay up longer or are you coming to bed too?”

“I think I’ll come to bed with you” he answered.

You both did your little evening routines and soon you were laying in bed together. You snuggled up to Geto and he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you close. You felt warm and some of the school stress was melting away as you laid there with him, his arms wrapped around you. He always managed to make you feel better. He didn’t say anything revolutionary, he was just there for you. He knew your needs and he always considered them in whatever he did.

Geto was glad to spend the night with you. He was glad to have you in his arms and feel your body against his. He knew how hard it could be to keep up with all the work that attending university came with. He wasn’t surprised you were stressed, he just hoped you wouldn’t burn yourself out like he did in the past. It wasn’t a pleasant experience and he wouldn’t wish it on anyone, especially not you. Geto wanted to help in any way he could, and if just keeping you company was all you needed right now, he was more than happy to do it.

[numelfanclub]

resau :^)

[4littlefishies]

The Eighth of September - Just Take Half

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: edibles if ur not down with that :3

wc: 11.9k

previous chapter here

Pulling open the door, Suguru holds it open for Satoru to walk inside ahead of him. “I told you we weren’t gonna be late.” He says to Satoru as they walk into the restaurant. He quickly spots Shoko and Utahime and points them out before the two of them head over to slide into the booth across the table from them. The girls already have their drinks in front of them as the guys roll in just two minutes before the clock hits six o’clock.

“Well I didn’t want to be the one getting blamed if we were.” Satoru shoots back, his tone slightly defensive and his eyes already checking out the small plates with sushi on them as they pass by their table on the conveyor belt. Utahime reluctantly grabs her wallet out of her bag and pulls out two ¥1000 notes and hands them to Shoko silently, her brows furrowed looking slightly frustrated. “Did you two really make a bet that we’d be late?” 

Shoko chuckles lightly, and Utahime crosses her arms across her chest in a huff as Shoko takes the money from her. “I actually bet that you wouldn’t be late for once… You were cutting it a little close though.” She says, tucking the bills into her pocket before turning back to look across the table at the two men. 

“Tch.” Gojo rolls his eyes dramatically with a shake of his head, trying to seem more annoyed than he actually is. 

Shoko aimlessly swirls around the liquid in her glass, smirking at his reaction. “So, how’s married life?” She asks, looking between the two of them.

This was their first time out since returning from their honeymoon and first time seeing Shoko in a little over a month. “Pretty much the same as before.” Satoru answers, not even having to think about it. “Except now we have these.” He holds up his hand, showing off the silver band that circles his ring finger. Shoko leans closer, taking a look at it quickly before settling back in her seat. Suguru’s arm is up behind Satoru, laying along the back of the booth as they sit at the busy sushi restaurant in Shinjuku. 

“Can I see yours?” She asks, looking over at Suguru in his spot next to Satoru. He holds his hand out next to Satoru’s so that Shoko can examine them both. Utahime looks at the rings as well, a soft smile on her face as she studies their rings.

“I really like the black.” Utahime speaks up, looking closer before sitting back into her seat. 

Satoru raises his eyebrows at her, waiting for her to say something about his ring as well. “What about mine?”

“It’s fine.” She says with a shrug. Satoru furrows his eyebrows while Suguru and Shoko smile at their interaction. “How’s the new job?” She asks, looking up at Suguru before Satoru has the time to come up with a response. Utahime and Suguru hadn’t seen each other in person since his last day the year prior, but had talked to one another through email about various things for work. 

“Well you know…” He starts, trailing off slightly with a smile on his face. “I really like it but it’s definitely a little crazy sometimes. I can see why you didn’t want it.” He says with a slight chuckle. Since Utahime was head of operations at the Tokyo branch, Nanami had offered the promotion opportunity to her first, which she politely declined, perfectly happy with staying right where she was with her position.

“I bet.” She agrees, nodding her head. “But you get your own office, yeah?” She continues, a soft smile on her face as she inquires further.

“Yeah, I do.” Suguru says with a nod of his head.

Utahime holds her bottom lip in between her teeth, holding back a smile. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” 

He nods his head along with her. “It’s really nice. I can just shut the door and nobody bothers me, it’s great.” He says, thinking about it. “And I have a really nice view of the water, so that’s a plus.” Satoru finally spots what he’s been waiting for and grabs it off of the belt before setting it down in front of Suguru, knowing what he would want first. “Thank you, baby.” He softly says, running his thumb softly over Satoru’s shoulder before continuing, bringing his arm down from where it rests. “It’s also nice to still be close enough to the apartment that we don’t have to move just yet.” He says, picking up his chopsticks and snapping them apart from each other.

“You guys are moving?” Shoko asks, looking between the two of them after finishing the first piece of sushi in her mouth.

“Yeah, we’ve been looking at houses in Yokohama and even down towards Kamakura a little bit.” Satoru explains as Suguru finally takes his first bite. 

Shoko raises her eyebrows, intrigued and wanting to know how their house hunting is coming along. “Yeah? How’s that going?” 

“He says “we”, but he means to say that he’s been looking at houses while I’m at work.” Suguru quickly interjects, covering his full mouth with his hand as he speaks before Satoru continues on. 

“I find them and I send them to you to look at. That’s my job.” Satoru defends himself, picking another plate of sake nigiri off of the belt and setting it in front of himself. Suguru smiles at his response and shakes his head. 

“So you’re just a house husband?” Shoko asks, her tone slightly teasing as she says it, hiding her smirk behind her glass. 

“I prefer the term trophy husband, actually.” Satoru responds confidently, earning an eye roll from everyone else at the table. “I’ll have you know I’m very good at it though.” Aside from doing everything that needed to be done at home, Satoru would occasionally help Suguru out with small things that he needed assistance with - organizing papers, cross checking his work, helping with filing when he occasionally visited Suguru’s office. Making Suguru Suguru’s life was easy when he got home was his number one priority. The way he saw it, if Suguru was busy doing chores, then who was supposed to give Satoru their undivided attention at all times? He was basically Suguru’s unofficial personal assistant.

“We haven’t gone out and actually looked at any, but we’re just starting our search so nothing crazy yet.” Suguru continues, getting the conversation back on track as he watches Satoru pour soy sauce into the small dish in front of him. “There is one that we both already love though.” 

Satoru smiles over at him, thinking about the beautiful house. Saying that they love it could be considered quite an understatement. It would be about the same commute time for Suguru to get to the office, but that wasn’t a problem now that he had a company car. There’s enough space for when they eventually have kids in the future and it’s far enough away from anyone else that they won’t be bothered by any potentially obnoxious neighbors. “Suguru says he wants to keep looking around, but I’m gonna call it right now and say that we’ll probably pick this one.” Satoru says with a smirk on his face as he pulls out his phone to show the girls pictures of the house. Suguru scoffs at Satoru’s statement, although deep down he knows that he’s probably right. It was the perfect house for them: three bedrooms, an office for Suguru to work from home if needed, a breathtaking view of Mt. Fuji on one side and the city off in the distance from the other; it had it all, not to mention a rooftop pool with a deck that was perfect for late night stargazing. Just from seeing the pictures, Satoru was already in love and pretty mu8ch dead set on this house for them.

“Have you talked to a realtor yet?” Utahime asks, looking at Suguru while Shoko grabs Satoru’s phone from his hands.

“Not yet, but a couple guys at the office have given me some names, so I think we’re pretty set.” Suguru answers as Shoko scrolls through the photos.

“What are you waiting for?” Shoko asks, looking at the pictures. Utahime’s curiosity is piqued and she leans over to see what all the hype is about. “You guys need to get this place before someone else does.” She continues, now having Utahime’s attention as well.

“Well…” Suguru starts, taking a deep breath in through his nose before continuing, but Satoru cuts him off before he can.

“We wanted to wait until after the wedding at least.” Satoru smiles as he looks over at Suguru, waiting for him to continue.

“And until I was more settled in at work.” Suguru adds, making quick eye contact with Satoru before watching Shoko and Utahime’s reactions with a smile on his face.

“I’m with Shoko, you guys need to get on that now before someone else takes it. This place is gorgeous.” Utahime says, scrolling through the pictures on her own before handing the phone back to Satoru. 

“That’s what I’ve been telling him.” Satoru starts again, looking over at Suguru where he sits next to him.

“Satoru, you’ve mentioned it once since we’ve been home.” Suguru corrects him, looking at him with an eyebrow cocked. 

“Okay but now I’m saying it again.” He continues as he grabs another plate from the conveyor belt. “We need to get this house.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?” Suguru says as he squeezes Satoru’s knee under the table. 

Satoru turns his head, looking at his husband with an excited smile on his face. “Deal.” 

The four of them spend about an hour catching up and eating just about as much sushi as they can fit in their bellies while they do so. Utahime and Shoko had just finished moving in together in an apartment near the office after being together for almost 9 months, so they were telling loads of stories about that experience. 

“So how did all of this happen?” Satoru asks, motioning towards Utahime and Shoko as he leads the way out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk to start walking back to where they had parked. They were all heading back to their apartment to hang out some more after their dinner was finished. Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand and quickly laces their fingers together, swinging their arms as they walk in the direction of the car.

“Do you wanna tell the story or should I?” Shoko asks, glancing over at Utahime. 

“You do it, you always seem to tell it better than I do.” 

“Well,” Shoko starts out with a smile on her face, “It was new years eve and I had some people over to celebrate, Utahime obviously being one of them.” Utahime smiles, her cheeks slightly flushed as Shoko continues on with pointless details all leading up to how they ended up finally kissing at midnight. “I’ll just say it didn’t stop after midnight.” She finishes off, earning a smack on the arm from Utahime as she widens her eyes with her lips pressed together.

“Took you guys long enough.” Suguru says teasingly, turning and looking back over his shoulder at the girls that follow closely behind them. Satoru chuckles lightly at his remark, noticing the smirk on Suguru’s face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shoko asks, raising a brow at him.

“I remember back in July of last year after I came back from my trip to Kyoto with Nanami, she-” Suguru points at Utahime as he speaks, “asked me what kind of gin you liked-” he continues, moving his finger over to Shoko, “- so that she could get some for you.” Utahime’s cheeks are hot, just slightly embarrassed as she walks next to her girlfriend. She’s thankful that no one can see the color of her rosy skin without the light of the sun. “I’m surprised you two weren’t already together by then.” He finishes, playfully teasing the two of them.

“You asked him? That's how you knew?” Shoko asks, surprised to hear that from him. “I thought you just knew what kind I liked!”  

“I wanted to make sure!” Utahime quickly defends herself. “Aren’t you glad that I know Etsu’s your favorite though?” 

“Of course I am, babe.” Shoko says with a soft smile before leaning over to press a quick kiss to Utahime’s cheek.

“Ewww.” Satoru says jokingly, sounding like a child, scrunching his nose at them as he hears the kiss that she leaves on her cheek.

“Oh, shut up before I trip your lanky ass.” Shoko says, shaking her head while Utahime giggles at her mostly empty threat. A dramatic gasp escapes from his mouth as they finally make it to Suguru’s car. 

“I am not lanky. Tell her Suguru!” Satoru cries out, watching as Suguru walks around the front of the car, not breaking eye contact as he unlocks and opens the door silently with a smirk playing on his lips. “Suguru?!” He cries out again as they all climb into the car. 

“Baby, I may be a lot of things but I’m not a liar.” Suguru admits, turning the car on as everyone shuts their doors behind them. 

Satoru’s mouth hangs open in surprise as he stares over at Suguru, not believing what he’s hearing. “Look at this though!” He tries to defend himself, holding up one of his arms and flexing it for him to show off the muscles.

“Baby, just because you’re muscular doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re definitely lanky.” Suguru responds, putting the car into reverse and slowly backing out of the spot. Satoru just looks at him like he just said he doesn’t love him anymore. The ride over the smooth concrete of the parking garage feels like gliding on ice as the car moves forwards, Satoru deciding to sit in silence after the ultimate betrayal he just felt. 

“This is a nice ass car.” Shoko says, piping up from the back seat while Satoru pouts in the front seat and plugs his phone in, deciding on the music for their short drive home. 

“Right?” Suguru answers, looking in his rearview mirror at the girls in the back seat. “Being the VPO definitely has its perks.” He pulls out into the street as Satoru finally presses play on a song. It starts out quiet as Satoru turns to look out the window with a dramatic sigh as “Everybody Hates Me” by The Japanese House starts to play through the speakers. “Satoru.” Suguru says with a scoff as he looks over to where he sits in the passenger seat, hearing the lyrics as the unfamiliar song continues on. “What the hell is this?” He listens to the words carefully and quickly realizes what the song is about and how remarkably dramatic his husband is being.

Satoru doesn’t answer as he continues looking out of the window as they drive down the street with another poignant sigh, sitting with his chin in the palm of his hand. Utahime rolls her eyes and looks out the window, doing her best to ignore his theatrics while Shoko scrolls mindlessly on her phone, completely used to it. 

“Baby.” Suguru coos, resting his hand on Satoru’s knee, only for him to turn away and face the window with his legs as well. Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, biting his bottom lip in between his teeth. “You’re so dramatic.” He continues as they pull up to a red light. He looks over at Satoru, reaching over to rest his hand on his shoulder and caress his thumb lightly over it. Satoru tries to move his shoulder out of reach, but can’t get any further away without just opening the door and jumping out of the car. “Satoru.” He starts again, trying to get him to look over by trying to tickle his neck but to no avail. “What if I take it back and say you’re not lanky?” 

Satoru tries to hide the smile on his face as he looks out the window at the lights that surround them. “Do you actually mean it though?” He finally pipes up.

“He speaks!” Shoko says, looking up momentarily from her phone as she hears his voice. Utahime cracks a smile hearing Shoko join in on teasing him. Satoru shoots up his middle finger at her, not even bothering to look back over his shoulder. Both Shoko and Utahime snicker quietly together in the back seat at his reaction.

“Your perfect arms and legs are perfectly proportioned to fit your perfect body.” Suguru says, giving Satoru’s knee a squeeze as he continues down the road. 

“I knew that.” Satoru says, finally turning to look at Suguru with his nose scrunched and a smile on his face. “I just wanted to hear you say it.” He rests his hand on top of Suguru’s, fidgeting with the black ring on his finger while he drives. Suguru shakes his head with a smirk, knowing he should’ve expected that kind of shenanigans from his husband. 

The drive isn’t too long, surprisingly enough, as they’re not too far from the apartment. Once they get the car parked and up and out of the elevator onto the 36th floor, Satoru grabs the keys from Suguru, eager to hurry ahead and open the door. “Don’t you have your own keys?” Slightly confused as he questions Satoru, only to go unheard by him as he rushes ahead.

“Why’s he in such a rush?” Utahime asks as the other two of them step out of the elevator, heading down the hallway where Satoru already has the door open and has gone inside.

“Who knows.” Suguru says, shaking his head as he drops his bag off of his shoulder in the entryway. They step inside and he sets it down before kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket before hanging it up in the closet. The three of them continue into the living room where Satoru is already loving on Shiro, talking to her in a high pitched excited voice. “You act like you don’t see her all day every day.” Suguru teases, walking over to where he stands and petting her underneath her chin.

“Yeah, but I missed her today.” Satoru emphasizes, letting her down once she starts to try and wriggle out of his grip.

“Do you guys want some drinks?” Suguru asks, heading over to grab one of the bottles off of their bar cart, sure that at least Shoko will join him, if not Utahime as well.

“Actually…” Shoko starts as she looks down, seemingly looking for something in her bag as she rifles through it. Both Suguru and Satoru furrow their eyebrows, looking at each other as they’re confused as to what else she could possibly have in mind. “I was thinking… Maybe we do these instead?” She suggests, holding up a small brightly colored package. 

Suguru’s eyes narrow and Satoru’s mouth opens in confusion. “Are those…?” Suguru trails off as he puts down the bottle he had picked up and walks back towards where she stands. Utahime continues into the apartment, heading back towards the bathroom while Shoko shows off what treats she has.

“What is that?” Satoru asks, his eyes narrowed and nose scrunched up as he also takes steps towards her, his interest now piqued by the small package that looks to him like a small bag of candy. 

Shoko tosses the small bag to Suguru and his suspicions are confirmed. “Woah, where did you get these?” He asks, looking back up at her with wide eyes, as he opens the bag with Satoru watching over his shoulder, resting his chin on it as he tries to get a better look at the bag. 

“They’re from America…” She shrugs as the guys both look at her, waiting for her to finish her explanation. “I know a guy.” 

Suguru looks at her with a smug smirk on his face. “Is that guy named Juzo?”

Shoko nods her head with a matching smug smirk on her lips. “That guy is named Juzo.”

“I knew it.” He says, the smirk still painted on his face as Satoru hangs on his shoulder.

“Can you guys stop speaking in code and just tell me what it is?” Satoru whines, furrowing his eyebrows as he continues trying to wrack his brain for what it could be. He can’t quite seem to make out the tiny writing on the small package, but Utahime finally pipes up as she returns from the bathroom.

“They’re edibles, Gojo.” She answers, shaking her head like she’s already annoyed. Satoru’s eyes widen in surprise as the words leave her mouth. It wasn’t something he was totally familiar with, so the package didn’t immediately stand out to him.

“Actually, I’m not a Gojo anymore.” He says, mostly ignoring her answer to correct the record. 

“Really?” Shoko asks, raising her eyebrows with a shocked look on her face.

“Really.” Suguru confirms with a smile, nodding his head as Satoru stands up straight, no longer resting his weight on his shoulders. Satoru snatches the package from him so that he can take a closer look. 

“What do your parents think about that?” Shoko asks, watching as Satoru examines the bag. 

“I dunno, haven’t told ‘em.” He brushes off her question nonchalantly. “So how many of these are you supposed to eat?” Satoru asks as he pours a few gummies out into his hand. “I mean- I’ve totally done this before but like- surely you guys haven’t.” He continues, looking between Suguru and Utahime. He, in fact, had not done this before and had no idea what he was talking about, despite trying to sound like he was the most knowledgeable stoner in the room. 

Suguru sees right through his act, having done his fair share of trying things out while he was in high school and at university. He smirks as he grabs two from Satoru’s hand and pops them in his mouth, humming, happily surprised at the fruity flavor. 

“Suguru! Do you even know how much that was?!” Satoru says, surprised at how chill he seemed about it. 

“Do you know how much it was?” Suguru asks, raising his eyebrows at Satoru with a smile, somewhat challenging the act he’s putting up.

“Well- n-no, but shouldn’t you take just one at first?” Satoru says, his novice knowledge finally starting to show through the stoner persona he’s trying to showcase.

“Baby, I’ve done my fair share of edibles, I think I’m fine.” He says, nodding his head to assure Satoru that he’s going to be fine.

“So I should take two of these?” Satoru asks, looking between Suguru and Shoko. “Or do you think I should do more? I don’t think it’ll really affect me, I mean.” Shoko’s eyes widen at Satoru’s suggestion of taking two, knowing for a fact that the only times he’s ever done anything closely related to illegal substances was with her. She remembers back to a time when they were both in their final year of high school and one of her friends had given her a sad excuse for a joint. She didn’t know where it came from, but she wanted to share it with someone, so she and Satoru snuck off after school to try it together. It was no more than a few puffs for either of them, both paranoid the whole time that someone was going to find them and turn them in for doing such things, let alone as teenagers. Shoko had barely felt anything while Satoru was a touchy, annoying mess - even more so than usual.

“Satoru, I really think you should just take half.” Suguru suggests, seeing the look that Shoko shoots at him and knowing exactly what she means.

“What? Like a baby? If I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna do just as much as you. Look how small it is!” Satoru says, holding one up in between his thumb and forefinger. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Baby, I’m telling you right now that you won’t have a good time if you take too much.” Suguru says, trying to convince him not to take so much.

“He’s right, you really should only do half.” Shoko agrees, while Utahime nods her head along with the two of them. Satoru looks between the tree of them and is silent for a moment before he quickly pops the whole thing in his mouth, earning a gasp from Utahime and a disappointed head shake from Suguru. “Okay, give me the rest of those before you do something stupid.” Shoko says, holding out her hand to grab the bag from him. He reluctantly hands her the bag after only taking one, rather than the two that he had planned on.

“But if I don’t feel anything in an hour, I’m taking another one!” He announces, watching as Shoko hands one to Utahime and they both toss them into their mouths.

“You most certainly will not.” Suguru says, sounding like a strict parent. Satoru furrows his brows and narrows his eyes at him.

“You’re no fun.” Satoru says, pouting while walking past him towards their bedroom to go get changed. 

“Yeah yeah, keep it moving.” Suguru says, following behind him to go change out of his work clothes as well. They head into their bedroom and into the closet where they both pick out some sweats and random tshirts to throw on, wanting to get back out to the living room with Utahime and Shoko. 

“Wait.” Satoru says, grabbing Suguru’s wrist before he opens the door to head out again. Suguru turns around and is met by Satoru’s lips against his. He sighs against his lips, the feeling something he’d been missing and waiting for since he left for work earlier in the morning. Satoru’s grip on his wrist loosens as he moves to pull him closer by the waist. “I just wanted to do that.” He says as they separate, pressing one last quick kiss to his lips before they both turn and head back out to the living room, Suguru giving Satoru a playful smack on the ass on the way. 

“Should we watch something?” Shoko asks from where she now sits on the couch as the two of them exit the bedroom. “We don’t actually have to pay attention but I want some background noise at least.” She continues, turning on the tv and looking around for something to watch. Satoru plops down in the corner of the couch putting his feet up on the chaise as Suguru slides right in next to him. The girls claim the other end of the couch as Utahime grabs a blanket and throws it over the both of them as she lays her head down on Shoko’s shoulder.

“Choose whatever, I’m not picky.” Satoru says, wrapping his arm around Suguru’s shoulder and pulling him in closer before pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. 

“I was going to anyway.” She says, scrolling through all the options. Utahime giggles softly at her response, watching for something that stands out. She quickly decides on Hell’s Kitchen and gives the remote to Utahime to set back on the coffee table. They all watch for a couple minutes before Shoko speaks up. “Sorry, but did you say earlier that you haven’t told your parents that you changed your name?” 

Satoru looks over to her side of the couch and nods his head. “Mhm.” He says, not sounding bothered whatsoever. 

Suguru found it a bit strange how Satoru had talked about his family only once or twice during their entire time together, but he didn’t question it. If Satoru had a reason for not talking about them, he wasn’t one to push. When he had proposed the question about who was going to take whose name, or if they’d even change their names at all, Satoru was adamant on taking Suguru’s last name. 

“Of course I want to be Satoru Geto, why wouldn’t I?” Satoru responded. “Satoru Geto, Satoru Geto.” He would repeat over and over to himself, liking the sound of it.

It caught him a bit by surprise that Satoru was so eager to change his name, but then again, he hadn’t heard about his family pretty much ever, so it must’ve been of little importance to him in the first place. Suguru didn’t know anything about his family other than that he hasn’t spoken to any of them in a number of years. “Have you even told Sakura?” Shoko asks, which takes Satoru slightly by surprise.

With his jaw clenched slightly, Satoru takes a deep breath in through his nose, letting it out slowly before he admits, “I haven’t talked to her in almost a year.”

“Who’s Sakura?” Suguru asks, now that it’s out in the open. He can’t help but be at least a little bit curious about his husband’s seemingly unspoken family history.

“She’s my little sister.” He admits softly, thinking about her and how she’s doing.

“You have a sister?” Suguru asks, now floored to hear this new information after knowing Satoru for nearly two years. His mouth hangs open in surprise, absolutely dumbfounded at his response. Even Shoko is caught slightly off guard, surprised that Suguru didn’t know about her existence until this moment. 

“I do.” He says, sounding almost sorrowful as the words come out of his mouth. “But my lovely parents don’t want her talking to me, so we only interact when she’s able to reach out - which isn’t much.” Suguru’s heart drops as he listens to Satoru’s brief explanation of the situation. He can tell that Satoru loves his sister dearly, but can’t really do anything about it because she’s still technically a child and has to abide by what their parents say. She would very sparingly reach out via email when she had something that she really wanted to tell her older brother about. “But let’s not bring down the mood with Gojo family talk, why don’t we look at this?” Satoru says, trying to brush off the sour feeling as he finds a picture from the first time all of them - minus Utahime - had gone out for drinks together. He had been scrolling randomly through his camera roll earlier in the day to pass the time and happened to see it and wanted to show it to Shoko.

He shows Suguru the picture of Shoko passed out drunk on his back as he carries her back to her apartment. “I’m surprised you remember that.” Suguru says, smiling as he looks at the picture, remembering the night. “It was surprisingly easy to get you to leave, but as soon as we got outside you asked if one of us could carry you.” He explains, knowing that Shoko would have no memory whatsoever of that night. 

“Can I see?” Utahime asks with her bottom lip in between her teeth, trying to hide the excited smile on her face. Suguru smiles as he hands Satoru’s phone across the couch to her, watching her face light up upon seeing the picture. “Oh my God, you must’ve been out.” She says with a chuckle, turning to show Shoko the picture of her passed out on Suguru’s back. 

“Yeah, I probably had a hell of a  time.” She responds, grabbing the phone to look at the picture for herself. Utahime smiles as she looks between the picture and Shoko’s face, watching her reaction. “You guys probably made out on my couch while I was passed out drunk in my bed, huh?” She teases, handing the phone back to Utahime who looks at it for a while longer before passing it back to Suguru. 

“Nope.” Satoru says, taking his phone back and setting it down on the arm of the couch.

“Because somebody said he had to get home to feed his cat.” Suguru says with a tilt of his head, looking at Satoru with raised brows. 

Satoru’s mouth hangs open as he hears what Suguru says. “And I did! What’s so wrong with that?” He thinks back to the night, wondering what would have happened if he didn’t go home when he did. “Would you have done anything if I didn’t leave?” He decides to interrogate, turning his head to look at Suguru.

Suguru thinks for a moment with a click of his tongue before actually answering. “Probably not… But I probably would've enjoyed sitting on Shoko’s couch all night much more.” He admits, thinking back to the long night, making sure that Shoko was alright before eventually passing out on the couch after his first phone call with Satoru. He was almost giddy in the moment, unable to believe that it had gone like that. He remembers how his heart was beating out of his chest as he pressed his finger to the screen to call him, almost hoping that he wouldn’t answer so that he didn’t have to deal with the outcome, but looking at where it got him, he’s very thankful that he did it.

“At least now you can take care of her when she’s drunk.” Satoru says, leaning forward to look past Suguru at Utahime.

She smiles at the sentiment, happy that she gets to take care of her drunk girlfriend from time to time. “I’m definitely not strong enough to carry her home from the bar though.” She says, resting her head on Shoko’s shoulder with a smile. 

“That’s okay because now we just get drunk at home and you don’t have to carry me anywhere.” Shoko says, resting her hand on Utahime’s leg and running her thumb softly over her thigh. She smiles as she feels Utahime’s lips press a soft kiss to her shoulder. 

The four of them focus on the show on the tv for a while, unexpectedly sitting mostly quietly for the remainder of the first episode. 

“Are you feeling anything yet?” Suguru asks quietly in satoru’s ear, already starting to feel it himself.

“Nope. Think I need to take another one.” Satoru says, quickly sitting forward and standing up, only to realize that he’s definitely feeling something. “Woah.” He says, holding his hands out to balance himself once he stands up. He looks down at the ground and over to the windows before looking back to the kitchen and back at the windows again, looking side to side slowly a couple times. “Okay, maybe I am feeling something.” He says, sitting back down in his same spot. 

Utahime giggles as she watches, not really sure what she’s laughing at, but unable to stop it from spilling out. “It’s like my eyes are moving in slow motion.” Satoru says, turning his head back and forth from the kitchen to the windows over and over again. Suguru smiles and chuckles lightly, feeling as Satoru relaxes back up against his arm that rests along the back of the couch. 

“Are you okay though?” Suguru asks, turning to look at his white haired husband as his head turns from left to right over and over again. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” He says, choosing to relax back into the couch rather than go take more like he had planned. “I think it just really hit me when I stood up.” 

“That’ll happen.” Shoko says calmly, resting with her feet up on the coffee table as Utahime snuggles into her, holding her close. Satoru holds his hand up, just staring at it for a second before he puts it back down and looks over at Suguru. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Suguru asks again quietly, looking back at him with glossy eyes and a slight smile. Satoru nods, assuring him that he’s fine. Suguru drops his arm from the back of the couch to rest on his shoulders, giving it a squeeze before he lets his hand relax. 

“How was your guys' honeymoon?” Utahime asks, curious as to what they did after their elopement. 

“It was amazing.” Satoru starts, thinking back to their trip. After they were done on Yakushima Island, they had flown over to travel around Europe for the remainder of their weeks. They started in Italy, visiting Rome and then heading a bit further north to visit Lake Como. “We visited the Villa del Balbianello on Lake Como, which is where Anakin and Padme got married in Attack of the Clones.” Satoru says, thinking back to how gorgeous the view was. Suguru chuckles, because of course Satoru would bring up Star Wars when thinking about their honeymoon. “It was amazing.” He blathers on, completely forgetting about the rest of the trip. “I mean, it looked exactly like it does in the movie. We should really watch that next; I can show you guys right where we were.” 

Suguru chuckles as he continues on and on, getting completely sidetracked from the original question. “He made me stand there while he recited Anakin’s monologue about how he hates sand.” 

“And you loved it!” Satoru pipes up. Suguru smiles, knowing he’s right because it was definitely entertaining to be standing in one of the most beautiful places he’d ever been and having his husband quoting Star Wars. 

Suguru decides to cut him off, knowing that he’s going to be stuck on that for a while if he doesn’t stop him. “Then we went to Barcelona for a couple days, then up to Paris, then London, and then we finished with Amsterdam before coming back home.” Suguru sums up the rest of the trip fairly quickly. “It was a lot of traveling and really tiring, but it was definitely worth it.” He had done more traveling around the world with Satoru in the past two years than he had done in his entire life, and he loved every second of it. He may have drunkenly promised Satoru that he would fuck him in as many countries as possible before they died, and of course Satoru intends to hold him to that promise, making a promise of his own to take him to as many countries as possible. Suguru smiles silently to himself thinking about it and how much fun they had. 

“Well I’m glad you guys had a good time.” Shoko says with a smile, her increasingly glossy eyes still plastered to the tv as the second episode starts. “Why do you think he yells so much?” She asks, changing the subject as the preview plays. “Like, do you think it’s actually real?” 

“I mean, I bet when you’re a professional chef, I bet the stupid mistakes people make would really piss you off, but I definitely think he plays it up for tv.” Suguru theorizes as he gently runs his fingers mindlessly over the skin of Satoru’s bicep. 

Satoru continues watching along with them, his head and limbs starting to feel heavier as time passes. He eventually surpasses the point in which he was okay with how high he was and was getting into uncharted territories. All of a sudden, he quickly sits forward on the couch and stands up before walking over to look out the windows, an almost tingly, restless feeling in his arms and legs telling him that he needed to move.

“You okay, baby?” Suguru asks, surprised by the way he suddenly jumped up from where they were sitting nestled comfortably up against each other. He chuckles lightly as he watches Satoru lean up against the glass window, looking down at the street below. 

His heart feels like it beats hard in his chest as he looks the long distance down to the ground. “This is so cool.” He says, ignoring the question and looking at all of the lights from the surrounding buildings and all the cars on the road. He takes a few deep breaths as his forehead is pressed up against the cool glass, trying to preemptively calm himself down. “Do you guys feel like you’re dying a little bit?” He asks out of the blue, turning around only to be met with wide, worried eyes and confused faces. His hand hangs on the collar of his tshirt as he subconsciously tries to pull it away from his neck. “Okay so it’s just me?” He asks, starting to get more and more worried as the seconds that feel like minutes pass. He doesn’t wait for an answer and hurries into the kitchen, wanting to get a glass of water, realizing that his mouth suddenly feels bone-dry. 

Suguru stands up off the couch and follows him into the kitchen while Utahime descends into an uncontrollable fit of giggles from her spot on the couch. “Satoru, you’re fine.” Suguru reassures him, watching as he takes a glass out of the cabinet and fills it with water at the sink. “Do you want a soda or something else to drink?” He asks, trying to help calm him down with something that he’d enjoy. Satoru quickly downs the glass of water before turning around to look at Suguru, a worried look on his face.

“I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack.” He says, his breath coming and going quicker than usual. He hears Suguru talking, but doesn’t really register what he’s saying, being far too anxious to understand.

“Baby,” Suguru coos, rounding the corner of the island to stand next to him, “I promise you’re fine. This is why we told you to just take half.”

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” He says, looking into Suguru’s eyes with a worried look on his face. He feels like his heart is working overtime, but it’s just the feeling of anxiety weighing heavily on his chest.

“Do you actually or are you just saying that because you’re panicking?” Suguru asks, trying to do his best to comfort his husband.

“I- uh- I don’t know.” Satoru stutters, grabbing the glass and filling it up again as he shakes his head.

“Okay, so if you don’t know, you’re probably just freaking out a little bit, okay? You’re perfectly fine baby, I promise.” Satoru quickly downs another glass of water while Suguru watches, slightly impressed by his water chugging abilities. “You might want to slow down on the water though before you do actually make yourself sick.” He advises as Satoru turns on the faucet to fill up the glass for a third time. “You should sip it slowly, not down it all in one go, okay?” He says as he gently rubs Satoru’s lower back, trying to soothe him in any way he can. Satoru nods his head, taking one sip and then another and another. “Slower.” Suguru says with a slight chuckle as he slowly nods his head. Satoru takes another sip and sets the glass down on the counter.

“What if I’m not fine? Are you sure I’m not dying?” He asks, his face feeling hot all of a sudden. He holds his hand to his forehead to see if it feels as hot as his face feels.

“I’m sure.” Suguru reassures him, nodding his head slowly. “Do you want a soda?” Suguru asks again, walking over to the fridge.

“Please stay with me.” Satoru says quickly as he feels Suguru’s hand leave its spot on his back. The sudden absence is enough to make him feel a pit in his chest. He whips his head around to watch as Suguru opens up the fridge and has to blink a couple times, feeling like his head is moving faster than his vision.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” Suguru says tenderly as he walks back over with a cherry coke in his hand. “Do you want it?” He holds the can out to Satoru, waiting for him to grab it, but Satoru instead wraps his arms around the back of Suguru’s neck and holds him tight.

“Can I just hug you for a little bit?” His voice sounds almost tired as he asks, his arms already pulling him in. Suguru sets the can down on the counter and reciprocates, holding Satoru’s torso tightly in return.

“Of course you can, Toru.” He says quietly as he rubs his hand slowly up and down his back, trying to soothe him as best as he can. “You’re okay.” He coos in his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck. Satoru sways them slowly back and forth as they stand there in the kitchen for a moment. Suguru takes a deep breath, smiling against Satoru’s shoulder. 

“My mouth is so dry.” Satoru complains quietly into Suguru’s ear, slowly loosening his grip on him slightly, but not completely letting go just yet. 

“I brought you the coke if you want it.” Suguru reminds him, letting his grip go, but realizing that Satoru has no intent on releasing him just yet. He stays until Satoru finally decides he’s ready and lets him go. A smile sits on his lips as he looks at Satoru, holding the sides of his face to bring his forehead down to press a soft kiss to it, leaving a matching smile on Satoru’s lips.

“Thank you, Gugu.” He says, finally feeling a little bit less anxious, but still definitely too high for his liking. Suguru cracks it open for him and hands the can over, letting him take a sip.

“Better?” Satoru nods his head as he takes another sip, this time making an obnoxious slurping noise as he does so. “Okay, okay, you’re fine.” Suguru says, shaking his head with an eye roll and a smile. “How do your eyes feel?” He asks, noticing how glossy and red Satoru’s eyes look, the red a stark contrast against the bright blue of his irises.

“Like a desert.” Satoru replies, furrowing his brows, not noticing how dry they felt until Suguru mentioned it. 

“I’ll go get you some eye drops, go sit back down, okay?” Suguru says, his eyes feeling dry as well. Satoru nods, a slight smile on his face as Suguru presses another kiss to his cheek before disappearing off into their bedroom. 

“You alright?” Shoko asks as Satoru comes back to sit down in the corner of the couch.

“Still don’t entirely know yet.” He responds, taking another sip of his soda before setting it down on the coffee table and laying back into his corner of the couch. Utahime giggles, seemingly looking at something on her phone. She can’t stop laughing even as Suguru emerges from the bedroom, now wearing a dark blue hoodie and holding the bottle of eye drops for Satoru. He hands them over and sits back down as Satoru undoes the cap and drops one into each eye, the cool liquid already starting to bring some relief to the dryness. He hands it back to Suguru who pockets the bottle and puts his arm back around Satoru’s shoulders, pulling him close. Satoru wraps his arms around his torso, holding him tightly as he lays his head on his chest, watching the tv. 

“Please tell me you guys have some good snacks.” Shoko says, sitting forward from her spot on the opposite end of the couch.” 

“Of course we do.” Satoru says, looking at her like she’s crazy. “You know where they are.” He continues, knowing that she knows her way around their apartment. Shoko stands up with Utahime following her closely behind, excited to pick out something to munch on while they watch their show. 

“Bring something good back.” Suguru calls out, not really caring what, just wanting anything. 

“How’s this?” She asks, holding up a bag of popcorn.

“Sure.” Suguru says after quickly glancing over to see what she had. Utahime brings the bag over with a smile, giggling at seemingly nothing.

“What’s so funny?” Satoru asks, raising an eyebrow at her as she approaches them.

“Nothing, I just can’t stop laughing.” She says through her smile as she hands the bag to Suguru and turns around to join Shoko in the kitchen once again. 

“There’s also ice cream in the freezer if you want some.” Suguru calls out once again. Utahime’s face immediately lights up as she rounds the front of the island to open up the freezer to see what they have. 

“Suguuu, stop telling all my secrets.” Satoru quietly chides, lightly shoving his elbow into Suguru’s side. “You know that’s my favorite ice cream.” 

“Do you want some too?” Utahime asks, holding up the container to show Satoru. 

“I would love some, Utahime.” He says, which causes her to fall into a fit of giggles all over again. 

Suguru smiles, not used to seeing them get along this much, let alone at all. “Maybe you two should do this more often.” He says only loud enough for Satoru to hear. “I’m not used to hearing her not irritated at everything that comes out of your mouth. It’s kinda weird.” 

“I think I'll be tapped out for a while after this.” He responds, sticking his hand into the bag on Suguru’s lap to pull out a handful of popcorn. 

“Satoru, do you want a bowl or should I just bring you the whole thing?” Utahime asks, having filled up a small bowl of ice cream already for herself. Satoru is almost taken aback hearing his first name out of her mouth, not to mention there being no disdain or annoyance behind it. 

“Uh, you can just bring me the whole thing.” He decides with a smile. Suguru smiles and presses a kiss to the side of his head, happy that they seem to be getting along for once. She prances happily out of the kitchen with her own bowl and spoon, along with the carton and a spoon for Satoru. “Thank you.” He says, looking up at her with a smile. 

He sets the lid on the coffee table before digging in with his spoon, the first bite of sweet birthday cake ice cream hitting his tongue and putting a smile on his face. “Mmmm.” He 

hums happily. “This tastes the best it ever has.” He says, his mouth still full as he talks. 

“Satoru, don’t be gross.” Suguru scolds him for talking with his mouth full as he reaches into the bag to pull out more popcorn for himself. Shoko finally comes back having ultimately decided on a bag of potato chips as well as some rice crackers and sits back down next to Utahime on the couch. 

“Can we put something else on?” Satoru asks, shoving his spoon into the ice cream as he reaches for the remote on the coffee table. “I feel like we’ve been watching this forever and Gordon Ramsay’s yelling is just stressing me out more.” 

“Satoru, we’re only ten minutes into the second episode.” Shoko says with a sigh, looking over at him as he picks up the remote. 

He whines, furrowing his eyebrows as he clicks around. “Yeah but I wanna watch something else.” He heads straight for Attack of the Clones, seemingly already having the idea in his head from earlier. 

“Satoru, I don’t think they wanna watch Star Wars.” Suguru says, turning to look at Satoru as he presses play. Satoru turns to lock eyes with him with his eyebrows raised and the click of his tongue. 

“I seem to remember Shoko saying that we don’t have to pay attention, and this is what I wanna watch.” He says, opting to hold onto the remote this time rather than setting it back on the coffee table for someone else to possibly take and change the movie. 

“You’re so spoiled.” Suguru says, shaking his head as he tries to hold back the smile on his lips. 

“Yeah and so are you.” Satoru shoots back, tilting his head to the side as he says it. He takes another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, smiling at the taste yet again.

“Yeah, but I’m not a brat about it.” Suguru says only loud enough for Satoru to hear, leaning closer to his ear as he speaks. His breath tickles Satoru’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine at his words. Satoru smirks to himself, finding himself suddenly wishing that it was just the two of them home right now so that he could jump Suguru right on the couch like he wants to. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, pulling both his lips in between his teeth. Grabbing his phone, Satoru quickly unlocks it and starts writing out a text to Suguru, not wanting there to be any chance for the girls to hear what he’s about to say. 

‘If only we were alone, I’d have your dick down my throat right now’

He clicks send and puts his phone back down on the arm of the couch while he waits for Suguru to get the text. He feels Suguru’s phone vibrate in his pocket between them and has to hold the smirk from his face as he pulls it out. He continues eating his ice cream, now determined to finish the rest of it, which will definitely be no problem with the seemingly bottomless pit tha his stomach is right now.

Suguru glances down at Satoru lying on his chest as he does so, knowing that he has to be up to something. He unlocks his phone and reads the text with wide eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to think of a response. Suguru can feel Satoru’s eyes peering over, knowing that he’s watching him as he types it out, but does it anyway. He starts typing out a message, but deletes it before he sends it.

‘What the hell is wrong with you? 🤨’

Satoru tries to stifle a laugh while watching him pick out an emoji, pretending that he was clearing his throat as he watches Suguru hold down the backspace button before typing out another message.

‘You better knock that off, they’re gonna be here a while’

Before he can even push send, Satoru picks up his phone, already having an answer in his head. The way he’s holding his phone, Suguru can’t watch as he types, having to wait patiently for his husband’s undoubtedly bratty response. 

‘Guess it’ll be a fun night then? 😊😙’

Suguru inhales slowly and lets it out with a sigh once again as he reads the response, trying to think of what to say to this one.

‘Behave Satoru…’ 

He sends it, although Satoru had already read it as he typed it. The smirk on Satoru’s face is one of someone that definitely isn’t going to behave. He decides not to text anything back, but grabs the blanket that hangs over the back of the couch behind him. After unfolding it, he throws it over the two of them, snuggling closer to Suguru as he does so. 

Suguru has a pretty good idea what he’s up to, so he’s not surprised when he feels Satoru’s wandering hands slowly snaking up his leg underneath the blanket. He grabs his phone and types out a quick text.

‘Satoru. No.’

Satoru doesn’t even bother to pick up his phone, already having seen it on Suguru’s screen as he typed it out. Instead, he turns his head towards Suguru, craning his neck up as he presses a tender kiss to the side of his neck, earning another slow inhale from him. 

Despite knowing what his defiant husband is trying to do, Suguru is human and can’t help it that his body betrays him. As he feels Satoru’s hand creeping higher and higher up his thigh hidden under the blanket, he grabs his wrist to stop him, knowing that he’ll have a hard time getting him to stop if he lets him keep going. The sensation of his fingers feel more intense than usual, the feeling almost helping to ground him from his elevated state. “Knock it off.” He whispers firmly in his ear through gritted teeth. A smirk still sits on Satoru’s face as he accepts his defeat for now. 

It’s not even ten minutes that pass before Satoru is trying again, only to be stopped just as before. With a silent huff, he grabs his phone to text Suguru.

“Why do u hate me? 🥺’

He sends it and immediately Suguru opens his phone at the vibration. Satoru swears that he can hear how hard he rolls his eyes before he locks his phone and sets it down once again. “Shut up.” He whispers, the smile on his lips loud in his voice. Satoru smirks at the whisper in his ear, knowing that he’s getting to him. A couple more minutes pass and Satoru throws the blanket off of himself before standing up. 

“I’ll be right back.” He says, walking around the back of the couch and heading into the bedroom, slipping his phone into his pocket on the way. Now that he’s up again, he realizes how high he still actually is. 

Shiro is sitting on the foot of their bed, so he makes a quick stop to pet her for a moment before he heads into the bathroom. He fills up the small glass, drinking some more water as he looks at himself in the mirror, noticing how red his eyes look. He can’t stop smiling at himself as he sips on the water before dumping the rest in the sink and setting the glass back down on the counter behind his sink. Staring at himself in the mirror for a moment, he texts Suguru once again.

‘R u coming???’

He chuckles to himself as he sends it, waiting for a response that never comes. He stares at his phone screen, waiting for Suguru to answer, but is instead surprised when he hears footsteps coming through their bedroom. He looks up when Suguru finally shows up in the doorway. “How nice of you to join me.” Satoru playfully says with a smirk as Suguru steps into the bathroom, his eyes just as red and glossy as his own.

“What the hell are you doing?” Suguru asks with a smirk, unable to wipe it from his face as he slowly walks over to where Satoru is leaning back up against the counter. 

“What? A man can’t let his husband know how he makes him feel in his own home?” Satoru says in the third person with a slight pout. His tone is lightly teasing as Suguru steps closer, eventually leaning his hands on the counter on either side of Satoru’s hips, caging him in. 

“I’d appreciate it if he didn’t do it while we have guests over, sweetheart.” Suguru says, also speaking in the third person and leaning closer to Satoru as he talks. His voice is sweet, but with just a small tinge of justified irritation behind it. Satoru lets his hands wander to Suguru’s hips, pulling him closer, their hips now flush against each other. 

“They’re busy, Sugu.” He says, leaning forward slightly to try to bring their lips together, but Suguru leans back, earning a soft whine from Satoru.

“Why should I give you a kiss when you’re being a brat?” Suguru tilts his head back, looking down his nose at Satoru as he speaks with a smirk. “Hmm?”

The smirk on Satoru’s face is borderline devious as his lower lip sits between his teeth. “Because I know how badly you want it too.” Suguru smirks back, knowing that even in his state, Satoru’s eyes look at him as if he’s completely transparent and he’s able to see right through him. Satoru brings one hand up to cup underneath his jaw, pulling him closer and this time, he lets it happen. Their lips slowly come together, Satoru’s hands desperate as his other grasps at Suguru’s hip, pulling him as close as possible. 

Suguru takes his hands off the counter, instead opting to put them on the sides of Satoru’s waist, trying to pull him closer, as if they could mesh into one being if he willed it hard enough. Their states of mind are easily making each other’s touch feel significantly more euphoric than usual, intoxicated just on the feeling alone. 

Their kiss is slow and passionate, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies trying to map out every inch of each other as if this was their first time all over again. Suguru’s hands slip up underneath Satoru’s shirt, wanting to feel his soft skin under his fingers. Satoru slides his own fingers barely underneath the waistband of Suguru’s pants, pressing his fingers into the flesh of his hips, nearly hard enough to leave subtle purple bruises behind. “Mmmh.” Suguru hums into Satoru’s mouth at the sensation on his skin as it quickly spreads tingles throughout his entire body. He takes this opportunity to sneak his tongue past his lips, desperate to feel even closer. Satoru opens his mouth more, at this point just letting Suguru have his way with his lips and mouth. 

It’s only when Suguru trails away from his mouth and drags his tongue delicately up his jaw that Satoru finally lets out a quiet breathy moan, letting his head fall back at the feeling. “Fuck, Sugu, you can’t just do that.” Satoru groans as he continues nibbling and kissing lightly over his ear and all down his neck. 

“Can’t I?” Suguru mutters in between kisses, paying attention to the spot just underneath Satoru’s jaw and sucking on it lightly, knowing how crazy it drives him. 

Satoru’s breath hitches in his throat at the way Suguru’s lips and tongue press into his skin, sucking lightly, but surely enough to leave a purple mark once he’s done. “Sugu, stop teasing.” He whines, his hand gripping tightly on Suguru’s arm as his legs start to feel like putty underneath him. 

“Oh?” Suguru asks, pulling back slightly to raise his eyebrow at Satoru before plunging back into the crook of his neck, this time teeth first. Satoru hisses at the gentle bite Suguru leaves on his pulse point. “I’d say I deserve this after the way you’ve been acting, don’t you think?” He asks before he sinks his teeth into another spot of his neck, this time slightly more rough than the last.

“Ah-hah, S-Sugu.” He nearly whimpers, Suguru’s teeth in his neck sending bolts of lightning all over his body, every nerve, every stretch of skin feeling like it’s on fire. “I was just playing with you.” Satoru tries to justify his actions.

“Hmmm.” Suguru pulls away, pressing kisses to the bites that had just left teeth marks in the side of his neck. “I think I’m just playing with you too.” Suguru gives the skin a few more painfully slow and tender open-mouthed kisses before lifting his head back up from the crook of his neck. He lets go of his hold on Satoru’s waist and heads back towards the bathroom door before turning around to see a completely stunned Satoru still standing against the counter with his mouth agape. “Are you coming?” Suguru asks, repeating Satoru’s own text back to him with a devilishly innocent smirk on his face.

Satoru can’t move, frozen in place as he watches Suguru retreat from the bathroom and head back towards the direction of the bedroom door and out to the living room.

Fuck. Satoru thinks to himself, bringing his hand up to his neck, still feeling the sensation of Suguru’s teeth lingering behind. He turns around to look in the mirror and sees his skin is quite a mess. After standing for a moment in shock, he fills up the glass one more time and quickly takes a few sips before setting it back down. He giggles lightly to himself at the thought that not a thing has changed in the way that they tease each other.

He tries to focus on something else as he walks out of the bathroom and into the closet to grab a hoodie, not wanting to go back out with his neck out in this state. He hisses slightly at the feeling on his half hard dick, begging for more attention as he picks and pulls on his favorite hoodie. “Fuck.” He mutters to himself, trying to calm down before heading back out to join everyone in the living room. 

Hurrying out, Satoru tries to get back to the couch without being noticed so that he wouldn’t have to explain himself, but of course Shoko immediately clocks him as he sits down.

“You two have fun?” She teases, looking over as Suguru helps Satoru pull the blanket back up over the two of them. 

“What?” Satoru responds, his voice high pitched as he’s trying to seem like he has no idea what she’s talking about. He looks over Suguru at her to see her staring back with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

“You’re texting each other from the same spot on the couch and then disappear into your room together. It’s really not hard to put together what happened.” She says, turning her head back to focus on the tv as she says it. 

“Huh?? No, we didn’t-” He continues, trying to deny her allegations further.

“I don’t care…” She says with a playful roll of her eyes. “At least you’re in your own room.” 

“I just couldn’t find where Suguru put the ibuprofen and I needed his help.” Satoru continues trying to talk his way out of what everyone in the room knows he’s lying about. 

“Satoru?” Suguru says, Satoru’s cheeks feeling burning hot as he looks over at his husband who smiles, waiting for him to finish what he’s going to say. “Stop talking.” He finishes with a smile and a scrunch of his nose. Satoru nods his head, finally accepting defeat as he focuses back on the movie. 

Shoko and Utahime rest with their heads on each other, as do Satoru and Suguru, all of their eyelids feeling heavier and heavier as the night continues on. Satoru’s blinks get slower and slower, his eyes staying closed longer with each one. When the scene at Villa del Balbianello comes on, Satoru’s eyes aren’t even open for him to realize it, his long explanation and excitement down the drain as he starts feeling more and more sleepy. The slowness of the rise and fall of Suguru’s chest and the warmth radiating off of him is almost enough to lull him to sleep right there.

“Do you want to go to bed, baby?” Suguru whispers in his ear, causing his eyes to jerk open once he realizes he’s being asked a question.

“Hm?” He hums in response, lifting his head from where it rests against Suguru’s chest. 

A soft chuckle escapes Suguru’s chest as he realizes that he caught Satoru off guard. “I think you’re ready for bed, yeah?” He asks, again. Satoru realizes that the credits are playing on the screen and Shoko and Utahime are no longer on the other end of the couch. 

“Did they go home?” He asks, rubbing his tired eyes as he sits forward on the couch. 

“I offered them the guest room, so I’m sure they’re already passed out.” Suguru rubs large languid circles on Satoru’s back as he turns off the tv. A slow inhale followed by a long sigh comes from Satoru before he falls back into the couch, his eyes closed once again. Suguru stands up and folds the blanket and lays it over the back of the couch before turning to look at Satoru where he sits with his eyes closed and hands clasped across his chest. “You gonna sleep here?” Suguru asks, his tone sleepy, but teasing lightly.

“Mhm.” Satoru responds with a nod of his head, his eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on his lips while his eyes are closed. 

Suguru smiles, running his fingers through his hair to rub lightly at his scalp as he looks down at his very obviously tired husband. “Well if you wanna join me, you know where our bed is.” He says, turning to head towards their bedroom, but is stopped when Satoru grabs his wrist, pulling him back.

“Wait.” Satoru lets out weakly, his voice soft as he gives Suguru’s wrist a light squeeze.

“What?” 

“Carry me?” Satoru asks, doing his best puppy dog eyes and sticking out his bottom lip as he looks up at Suguru, hoping and waiting for him to cave.

“Baby, I’m not carrying you.” Suguru says, trying to pull away, but Satoru’s grip on him tightens.

“Suguruuu.” He whines.

“Satoruuu.” Suguru mocks him in response, his own eyes feeling heavy as he wants to go to bed. “You have two legs that aren’t broken, come on.”

Satoru lets go of Suguru’s wrist, but doesn’t move from his spot, hoping that Suguru will give in, but instead he starts walking away in the direction of their bedroom, making a slight detour to turn off one of the lamps on his way. He leaves the one next to the couch for Satoru to turn off if he ever actually comes to bed. “Just say you hate me, Gugu.” Satoru calls out as Suguru stops to look back from the doorway for the bedroom. He’s met with nothing but a head shake and an unserious eye roll as he disappears through the doorway. Satoru’s mouth hangs open, absolutely floored that Suguru actually left him to walk on his own two legs to bed. “Can’t believe I married you.” Satoru grumbles to himself as he stands up, turning off the last lamp on his way towards the bedroom. 

“So your legs do work.” Suguru pokes fun at Satoru as he sees him pass by from where he stands in the bathroom. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Satoru mutters as he heads straight to his side of the bed and collapses face down into the pillows after shedding his hoodie onto the floor next to the closet.

Suguru finishes brushing his teeth and looks at his tired, bloodshot eyes in the mirror once more before flicking the bathroom light off and heads out to lay down. He sheds his hoodie and shirt, tossing them on the floor before he pulls back the covers on his side of the bed, also collapsing into the pillows. He scoots over, draping his arm over Satoru’s waist and trying to pull him closer, but he’s dead weight under his hand. The steady movement of his breathing is hint enough that he’s already out, but he asks just in case.

“Satoru?” He asks softly, his voice sweet and gentle. “Are you already asleep?” The faint lights from the city below seep through the cracks in the curtains, dimly lighting the room just enough for Suguru to see Satoru’s bright white hair against the pillow. When his question isn’t met with an answer, he smiles to himself in the barely lit room, realizing that he’s already fast asleep. He scoots himself closer, rather than pulling Satoru closer to him and rests with his face up against the back of his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin and smiling as he takes a deep inhale, the comforting smell of his husband filling his nose as he closes his tired eyes, ready to finally drift off to sleep.

chapter 3

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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🪡Chapter Twenty: Puzzle

You leaned against the balcony railing with Megumi next to you, both taking a breather after finally finishing the puzzle. Although it was small, it still offered a nice area for him to sit outside sometimes, and he was more than happy to share it with you.

“I feel so productive after that,” you looked at him as you spoke, waiting for a response, only to be met with silence as he seemed out of focus. “Megumi?” You tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Only then did he react looking towards you, yet his expression still made him seem as if he was contemplating something.

“What are you thinking about?”

He just continued looking at you, before looking away, covering the bottom half of his face with his hand. “Nothing just..” Megumi thought back to what Nobara had said, would you reject him if he asked? He wasn’t oblivious he knew you liked him back to some extent, but was it enough for you to want more than just flirting with him was what he needed to know.

“..would you, would you maybe want to start dating?”

“What?”

He phrased that awkwardly, he can do better than that. He wanted to get his point across, and now that he took the initiative he might as well just go for it. “Can I be your boyfriend Y/n? I’ve enjoyed myself these past few weeks, I know we’ve been going, or trying to go on dates, and I like you, a lot, so..” he trailed off, not knowing what else to add on as it felt like his breath was caught.

“Me too, i’ve enjoyed myself I mean,” you told him, eyes focused on eachother. He still waited for more of a response. “I’d be more than happy to have you as my boyfriend Megumi.”

You saw his face flush a bit, but the smiles appearing on both your faces was nothing you could fight back. Megumi leaned in giving a quick peck to your cheek before just wrapping himself around you in a hug.

Author’s Note: boop🤗

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Obsessive!Choso♡ pt 5

pt 4 here

content: stalking (duhh) Choso goes home for Christmas, calls u nd texts u the whole time, brief mention of his brothers, mentions of readers lipstick n perfume, no use of y/n or pronouns, cursing (a.n) ahhhhh this one is one of my favorites. made me smile a lot. wrote this listening to 'Sextape- Deftones'

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Obsessive!Choso who actually enjoyed coming to class, now that you sit next to him. Enjoying it so much that he felt like his grades were somewhat getting better. Now that he actually had to show that he was writing down notes. Having to actually follow the presentations from the professor on his computer, knowing that you were sitting inches away from him. When you sat so far away- he didn't have to worry about taking notes, or even bother opening his computer- because you couldn't see him. ‘You are good for me. You make me want to better myself for you.’ he'd think, looking over at you writing on your computer. 

Obsessive!Choso who had anxiety that once this project was over- you'd run back to the same friends that will never make you smile the way he does. The people who peer pressured you into drinking and doing drugs- just because you wanted to fit in. ‘You'd never have to worry about that with me. I will never pressure you into doing something you don't want to do.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was scared that once the excuse of being partners for this class was no longer usable. You'd leave him, you'd find someone else to entertain your afternoons, someone who will replace him. So scared that he’d grovel to the professor, asking for an extension. Telling you, “Somethings missing- I'll let you know once I've finished my part.” when you'd ask him if he was finished with it yet. Knowing he did that summary days ago, only having it on another doc so you wouldn't see that he finished it.

Obsessive!Choso who spent the last few classes he had left with you on the verge of tears. His heart was heavy in his chest, pocketing all the notes you had exchanged with him. Running out of space to put them, finding an old converse box and placing them inside. Using so much tape too quickly, trying his best to preserve the pieces of paper. Nights where he'd re-read them, feeling guilt for leaving you. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt like his brain was going to explode, the anxiety of turning in the assignment was too much. Knowing he would have to turn it in before winter break- right before he left you. ‘I want to trust you,’ he thought, your name in his mind as though he was speaking to you. ‘I really do. But it's not that I don't fully trust you. I don't trust the people you’ll be left with. The people without families- like you. Who will prey on you. Who will make you think they're just like you. But they're not, they're just trying to manipulate you-’ You scanned his face, knowing he was thinking of something else while you were talking. “You okay?” You asked, seeing him shake his thoughts away before answering, “Just thinking.” he replied, a pained smile on his face. “About?” You asked, wondering what he could be thinking that was so serious that his face looked almost agonized, while you spoke.

Obsessive!Choso who contemplated lying, but the need to tell the truth was far greater. “I keep thinking about you all alone here. Alone during Christmas.” He confessed, seeing you sigh. “I like being alone. I'll be okay, don't worry.” You assured, almost reaching for his hand to comfort him- but you knew that was too far, and definitely too soon. You didn't want to invade his personal space. Seeing him only return a forced smile to you, knowing he wasn't fully convinced of the idea from his silence. Seeing an opportunity to lift up the mood, you let out a laugh. “I'll call you everyday- Send you pictures every 5 minutes.” You joked, earning a smile from him. “So many pictures that you'll feel like you're still here.” you smiled, seeing him nod his head while smiling. 

Obsessive!Choso who wished you knew how badly he wanted you to actually do those things. Liking the way you tried to ease his worries. Pushing away the anxiety so he could relish the last few times he'd be able to see you. 

Obsessive!Choso who's following habit became worse. Now standing outside your house for what felt like hours. Watching the four walls that kept you from him in the cold wind, standing still when it rained. Even when it started snowing for the first time that season. ‘We’re together for the first snowfall. You know what that means right? True love will blossom between us.’ Seeing you through the curtainless window, watching you close a thin curtain- as though you felt him watching you. Now only letting him see your shadow. Smile on his face when you'd call him- your tone made it clear that you were grinning ear to ear the whole time, oblivious to the fact that he was just a few yards away from you. Seeing you pace in front of the window as he spoke to you. ‘I know you want me to make a move. But I’ll wait. I will wait till the moment you feel the same way I do.’ He'd think, listening to you speak. 

Obsessive!Choso who thanked whatever celestial being that was out there, for making the lights on the sidewalk go out. Watching your house without fear of someone seeing him. ‘For now-I will love you from a distance,’ he professed, a grin on his face when he thought of your name. ‘I will wait for you.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who turned in the assignment a day before he left. He was pushing it- but he did it for a reason. He did it for you, to make sure you wouldn't give up on him.

Obsessive!Choso who was about to leave- but he needed to see you, just one more time. Walking around campus trying to find you. Checking his phone seeing his plane was leaving in an hour and a half. Seeing you inside the campus cafe- book in your hand. Break had already started, the campus was almost empty, but seeing you doing what you told him you'd do. Catching up on the books you started, but never finished. ‘Even if you didn't know I was looking at you- you look effortless.’ he thought, walking towards the doors of the shop. 

Obsessive!Choso who opens the door and sees you look up at him. Smiling and mouthing a ‘hi’ at him. Walking to the small table you sat at. Not knowing what to say, shaking his head, seeing your face turn in confusion. He was just standing there- not pulling out the chair to sit. “I was- I was about to leave.” He smiled, pulling the chair across from you, rings clashing against the wooden back.

Obsessive!Choso who sat down and seemed fidgety, compared to the chivalric aura he usually kept. “And you decided you needed one last shitty coffee before leaving. Smart.” You smiled, joking in hopes he'd loosen up a little. “No-” he smiled, softening his expression. Seeing you place your book down, making sure to remember the title. He wanted to say a million things, tell you how he needed to see you. He needed to say goodbye. As though he was your friend of 10 years leaving to fight in a war, feeling like if he left you; he would never see you again. “I wanted-” He started, closing his eyes and fidgeting with his hands. “I wanted to say ‘goodbye’ to you, before I left.” Seeing you fight off a smile, your eyes blinking rapidly at his words. “That's sweet of you.” You smiled, tilting your head and seeing him look up. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt his cheeks warm at your words. “What time’s your flight?” You asked, picking up your coffee and taking a sip. “In an hour.” He exhaled, seeing you widen your eyes. “What are you still doing here? You're going to be late!” you exclaimed with a smile. ‘I know, I know. I still have to go get my bags, and call an uber to take me across town.’ He thought, hearing you say the same things he was thinking, calling your name in his mind, ‘But I don't care. I will buy another one, I will spend another fortune on a useless ticket home. I needed to see you.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was practically pushed out the doors of the shop, standing in front of him with a look on your face as though you were waiting for something. “I'll call you.” You mumbled, looking into his eyes for the very first time. “I’ll answer.” He replied, hesitating to take a step back before walking away, looking back and seeing you wave goodbye at him through the windows. Closing his eyes, feeling his feet want to turn around, looking back once more. Already sitting back in the chair you were in when he first walked in. ‘Wait for me.’ he thought, speed walking back to his apartment.

Obsessive!Choso ran through the airport, being 15 minutes late- but he made it. Standing in the line to board the plane, looking over to a small gift shop. Seeing the cover of the book you were reading- running over and buying it as the line moved. Almost 30 dollars, but fuck. You were worth it.

Obsessive!Choso who got home to his brothers, he was happy to see them but something was missing. You were missing, spending the first night in his bed picturing you here with him. Being nice to his brothers, joking with them. Waiting for you to call him, or text him. But radio silence. Nothing. It made his head hurt, trying to fight off the thoughts of you being kidnapped. With his luck, the first night he was away from you, you probably would. Knowing how careless you were while walking home, how you didn't take any safety measures like carrying pepper spray or making sure to not take the same route home. ‘I will always make sure you're safe. Make sure you have black out curtains, make sure you don't have to walk home alone.’ Hands behind his head while looking up to the ceiling. ‘And as much as you'd fight me on this- make sure you won't walk around with your earphones in.’ The chances of someone coming up behind you and pressing a chloroform rag to your face were too great. Choso was sure that once he could, he would instill that fear into your head. The fear of someone hurting you, of how dangerous it was being so careless nowadays. The fear of someone taking you away from him.

Obsessive!Choso who opened instagram, clicking your account. His heart shattered. You had privated your account. Almost as though you heard his thoughts of how reckless you were about your privacy. Holding his phone in his hands, staring down at the screen with a mournful look plastered to it. Seeing a notification pop up at the top of his screen, from you. ‘You know me. You know me so well- you know exactly when I need you.’

Obsessive!Choso who screenshotted the notification, opening it and seeing you sent him a photo. Of you with a plate of food in your hand, furrowing your eyebrows playfully. ‘u home yet ?’ he read, closing his eyes and almost reciting a prayer in thanks. Seeing you in a black tank top with his favorite band printed onto it. The first photo you had ever sent him- a photo that only he had. That you took specifically for him. ‘You'd never send this to one of your friends. You showing me your shirt proves it.’ Saving the photo and typing, ‘since like 9pm’ quickly going to his settings and changing his wallpaper to the photo you just sent him. ‘why didnt u tell meeee’ you replied. You didn't give him a whole lot of time to reply before you called him, scolding him playfully. “You didn't want me to call you did you?” you asked, sarcasm making Choso smile. “I know it's late over there- I thought you were asleep.” He replied, doing the same thing he's done every time he's been on the phone with you. Picturing you standing in the same place you were when you took the photo. 

Obsessive!Choso who asked you what you were eating, “Leftover mac n cheese my roommate left.” you replied, almost disappointed with your own answer. ‘Cruel. How cruel of them to leave you with their leftovers. I will always make sure you eat a decent meal- that's right,’ he thought, saying your name. ‘I cook too. Just for you.’ He thought, hearing you let out a laugh when he asked, “Really?” in disappointment. “It was that or frozen pizza that's been there since I moved in.” You smiled. Your cheeks feeling fuzzy at his concern, “How's the reading going?” he asked, trying to ignore the sound of a glass breaking coming from the kitchen. “Meh, boring- the main character in this one I'm reading is annoying.” You shrugged, “As a matter of fact lemme read you one of the stupidest things he's said-” You smiled, opening the book and flipping the pages. “So, anyway, there I go again. Straying away from the point. Where was I?- like who published this? Makes me upset just thinking about how this guy is real.” you spoke, tossing it onto the counter and sighing. “The whole book is like that- it’s all just a mans troubles with women and enjoying hurting them- s’fucking stupid.” You heard him let out a stifled laugh, “It's not funny-” You smiled, hearing him keep laughing, “First book I want to finish and it's bullshit.” you exclaimed, hearing him settle down. “What book is it?” He asked, trying to stop his laugh. ‘I know what book it is. It's the same one you were reading in the cafe. The same one I started reading on the flight.’

Obsessive!Choso who smiled when you said the title. Closing his eyes in triumph. “Why did you get so far reading it?” he asked, knowing that the first page was shocking enough. “I thought- it was a book of someone who gets their karma back- becomes a better person- blah blah blah. But nope, apparently there's 2 more books. Of the same man, with the same troubles.” You replied, taking a bite from your plate and leaning against the counter. Furrowing your eyebrows when you fully processed his question. “How'd you know I was so far into reading it?” you asked, your tone indicated it wasn't a serious question. But it made Choso’s heart drop. “I saw how little pages you had left at the cafe.” He lied. Knowing he had read that page in the book earlier. Not fully read- more skimmed the pages.

Obsessive!Choso who felt relief when he heard you inhale. “I didn't know you noticed such small details like that.” You commented, holding the phone with your shoulder as you took another bite. Choso hummed at your response, “Anyway- don't talk to me about that book.” You grinned, hearing Choso exhale with a smile. You were about to ask him how his brothers were, starting the sentence but hearing a door slam open. “Choso- Yuuji broke moms vase!” You heard a teasing tone through the phone, “I did not!” you heard bickering, Choso mumbled a quick, “I gotta go-” placing his phone on his desk, not hanging up. Hearing Choso scold his younger brother before ending the call. Smiling at how much his tone changed when speaking to his brothers- more authoritative and demanding.

Obsessive!Choso who felt horrible for hanging up the way he did, thinking of how disrespectful it was. The argument that sparked between his brothers ran long, all of them blaming each other for breaking this vase. Which, according to Choso, was priceless. Texting you a quick, ‘sorry i didnt call u back, they just settled down.’ Seeing the message go from delivered to seen. ‘You were waiting for me?’

Obsessive!Choso whose heart felt tight when he read your reply. ‘was just abt to go to bed’ his fingers typing quickly, ‘im sorry, i'll text you in the morning?’ seeing the typing bubble pop up the minute he pressed send. ‘kk talk to u tmmrw. goodnightttt :)’ he smiled at your reply, ‘goodnight :]’ he replied, wanting to send you a <3 heart but he restrained himself.

Obsessive!Choso who texted you every morning, making you smile at his sweet ‘good morning’ texts. Knowing he'd be busy with his brothers so you didn't call him, but your phone was stuck onto your hand, replying to his texts at lightning speed. ‘call me when ur not busy okay?’ you'd ask, making Choso giggle like those words were some kind of great attempt at flirting. And he would- he'd try to. Somehow always being interrupted by his brothers- remembering why he chose a college so far away. But the 2 am calls when he'd hear your voice, quiet and sleepy. They were worth it. Knowing you'd keep yourself awake just to talk to him. The constant pinging from his phone and Choso leaving the room to call you made his brothers suspicious. Even more so when one of them caught a glimpse at his wallpaper, seeing a photo of you- taking his phone and passing it around. Teasing him and asking if he finally found a partner. 

Obsessive!Choso who died of embarrassment when he was talking to you on the phone, one of his brothers knocked loudly at his door. Jumping when he heard the youngest pound at the locked door. “Choso! Open up-” he shouted, twisting the doorknob as he heard you laugh. “Are you talking to your lover?!” he teased through the door, only earning you to laugh louder. Saying ‘Hold on’ Before muting the call, standing up and opening the door to see them huddled to hear what he was saying. A dark aura around him when he saw them, “What is wrong with you.” He stated, rather than asked, seeing them look up at him. “I needed 20 bucks…?” the youngest asked, Choso reaching into his pocket and tossing the money at him. Closing the door and locking it again. Coming back to the phone and pressing the unmute button. 

Obsessive!Choso mumbled, “Sorry.” hoping you didn't hear what just happened. Closing his eyes as you let out a small laugh, “Am i crazy or did your brother just call me your ‘lover’?” you asked, a smile evident in your tone. “You heard that?” he grimaced, hearing you laugh. “Yes. Yes, I did.” You answered, “What are you telling your brothers that they think I'm your ‘lover’, Choso?” You teased, hearing him exhale with a smile. ‘You're teasing me? Bad. This is bad.’ he thought, making his heart beat quickly in a good way, and in a bad way. Knowing that he would have to fight off your attempts at flirting with a stick. ‘So very tempting. Too tempting. But it's too soon. I want us to be good friends before I call you mine. But I am already yours. You don't have to worry about that.’

Obsessive!Choso who shut his eyes tightly, instantly regretting the words that came out of his mouth. “I haven't said a thing, but they noticed the texting. And the secret phone calls.” The silence showed him the disappointment you felt. Knowing you wanted to hear how he told them all about you. “Oh! Well I mean anyone would be suspicious of that!” you exclaimed, it got awkward. You felt embarrassed. Thinking that the attempt to make a move flew over his head, or he didn't feel the same. But all the signs? All the longing looks, all the subtle comments he’d say that made you realize he paid more attention to your words than you thought. To your actions, his eyes scan your face when you’d change the color of your lipstick, or when you'd wear a different perfume. Face full of confusion till he noticed what was different- you thought he was into you. ‘Maybe he is- and he just sucks at seeing when someone is flirting with him.’ You'd assure yourself.

Obsessive!Choso who kept saving the pictures you sent him. Of your coffee, of your poetry, of your outfits for the day, sending him a photo of the snow. Pictures of anything you could find, Choso would always smile at them. The ability of scrolling through your instagram wasn't sorely missed. Now being able to see photos of you that you took just for him. And saving every single one. Smile on your lips whenever you'd see he ‘loved an image’ before replying to your messages. 

Obsessive!Choso who was on his phone, refreshing your instagram page over and over again. Switching to his personal account, an account he made in highschool. Not even posted anything, less than 100 followers. Seeing a small red circle at the top right corner. Someone requested to follow him. Opening the notification and seeing you. Slack jawed when he saw the sight. Screenshotting quickly and accepting it. Requesting you back, seeing an incoming call flash onto the screen. “Hey.” he smiled at your words, gulping his excitement. “I was hoping you'd answer.” You continued, ‘God, you are everything to me.’ he thought.

Obsessive!Choso who felt like you were finally letting him in. “I know I told you I didn't really like social media.” You started, ‘Yes. Tell me the truth.’ he thought, picturing you in your bedroom, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “I lied a little- I just post a lot of bullshit, nd i was embarrassed you'd see that and think ‘Jesus this person is so annoyinnggg’ that's why!” You laughed, making Choso smile. “Well let me see-” he said, putting the phone on speaker and scrolling through your account, like he craved doing for the past few days. Making approving sounds as you told him to look away. 

Obsessive!Choso who called your name, grinning ear to ear, “Yes Choso?” You replied, mimicking the serious tone he called your name in. He felt it again, he felt his mouth speak before his brain could catch up. “Don’t ever worry about me finding you annoying, ever. Okay?” opening his eyes in shock at his own words. Only making you mute yourself to let out an over excited laugh, cheeks in pain from how hard you were smiling. Unmuting yourself and having the courage to say something. “Promise?” You let out, fiddling with the drawstring of your hoodie. “I promise.” He replied, making you exhale harshly. “I want to punch you in the face.” You laughed, making him laugh through his nose. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, knowing the answer. “No. You didn't, and that's why!” You exclaimed. Rolling to lay on your stomach, shoving your face into your pillows. 

Obsessive!Choso knew that his attempts at brushing off your flirting weren't doing anything. He knew that the harder he'd try, the harder it would be to not flirt back. 

Obsessive!Choso who answered your request for a facetime, doing his hair in the bathroom. Seeing you pop up on his phone. “Heyyy” You started, furrowing your eyebrows when you saw him getting ready, “Woahhh, you got a date?” You smiled, seeing him look at you with a grimace. ‘Jealousy. Don't be possessive, I would never commit adultery. I only have eyes for you.’ he thought, scrambling with his hands before answering, “I have family photos with my brothers today. Thus-” He looked at the camera, his hands pointing to the ugly christmas sweater he was wearing. “This monstrosity.” He finished, making you laugh. Taking 3 pictures of him to tease him, but it didn't work. ‘You want pictures of me? Do you use them as your wallpaper too?’ He only smiled at the sudden flashes of white from his phone. “Send me pictures of the photos. I need to see the Kamo family in matching sweaters.” You smiled, picturing them all in the awkward style that was used in the 90’s. He squinted his eyes, already picturing your reaction when you'd see the photos. “I’ll think about it.” sarcasm filled his tone as he fought off a smile. 

Obsessive!Choso who put on his jewelry, all while you were propped up and watching him. “When do you get back again?” You asked, seeing him look at you whilst fixing his rings. “I was planning on getting back on the 6th of January. But I was thinking-” He smiled, “Of coming back on the 29th.” Picking up his phone and seeing you smile. “Good idea. Its been fucking boring out here. I forgot how many unstimulating people there were at this school.” You exhaled. ‘Say you miss me. Say it.’  

Obsessive!Choso who saw you post a photo of a book earlier. “And the reading?” he asked, putting his shoes on. “It's a little better- I picked up Gone Girl.” you exhaled, “Good choice.” He grinned, seeing you exasperate. “Controversial- I know, but I kinda see myself in the main character?” You confessed, making a chill run down his spine. “Not the whole- murdering and framing someone for crimes-” you laughed, hearing his silence. “I mean in the way she thinks, the way she connects things. It's intriguing.” You clarified. Making him smile, “It was a very good book. The movie too.” He smiled, picturing you being as insane as the main character, “God I loved the movie.” You trailed off. ‘This was fate. Are you telling me you feel the same way I do? In your own way- but still.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who saw you started posting two plates on a table in a restaurant. Wondering who you could be with. ‘All your friends are out of town, roommates too. Who are you with?’ wanting to ask you, but that wasn't his place. Not just yet. But that didn't stop him from scouring your following list, going through your tags. Trying to find who this person you were with was. But not even a hint was dropped.

Obsessive!Choso who sent you the photos of his family, as awkward as you pictured them. Noticing there weren't any parents, just him and his younger brothers. Calling him immediately and laughing, “Choso- you all look adorable.” You laughed, making him blush. “This is my new laptop wallpaper, I love these pictures.” You smiled, “Nope, that's not necessary.” Choso smiled, his tone full of embarrassment., But also feeling his chest warm. ‘Making me your screensaver, and telling me you love the pictures I'm in? Can we get married already?’

Obsessive!Choso who received a picture of your laptop, you acted on your words. The photo was your screensaver, not just on your computer- but on your phone as well. Your attempts to tease him only made him think that you love him as much as he did. And that's all you did, feed into his delusions and only fuel the fire that was burning inside of him since the first day he saw you. You felt like this break with him being gone was necessary. Necessary to step back and see how you really feel for him. Remembering you've only been friends with him for- if you were being generous, was a month and a half. True, you found him intriguing before you became friends. But you didn't want to risk it. Ruin a friendship with someone like him. Slowly reeling in the line you had thrown at him, becoming open to the idea of him being just a friend. 

Obsessive!Choso was on the flight home, a week earlier than he had planned- but Christmas was over. And he didn't want to be away from you any longer. Leaving his bags at his apartment before walking onto campus, small piles of snow around the doors of the coffee shop. realizing how much it really snowed. Reaching his hand for the door knob but pulling away when he hears his name being called. Turning around to see you, speed walking to him. The big coat you wore made you look like a walking marshmallow. Smiling when he saw your face, thinking of how much he longed to see you. The pixelated facetimes and photos you sent him not coming close to showing how beautiful you looked face to face. 

Obsessive!Choso who blinked and somehow opened his eyes to see the top of your head, your cheek pressed to his chest. Your arms around him, hands hesitating to hug you back at the shock. Feeling his hands rest on your puffy jacket, almost nervous to touch you. Nestling your face to his chest and murmuring “Missed you.” Pulling away and looking up at him with a smile, cold weather making his nose pinkish. “I missed you too.” He smiled, almost gulping for breath. Seeing you take a step back, smile on your face. Opening your mouth to say something, “There you are, I was wondering where you ran off to.” you were interrupted. A man coming up behind you, hand on your waist- almost pulling you away from Choso. Watching you lean into his touch- 'Um?' calling your name in his head, almost in anger. ‘Who the fuck is this?’ Seeing you smile while looking over at him. 

Obsessive!Choso who hid his irritation well, jaw clenched and eyebrows threatening to furrow. Seeing you scramble for words, “How rude of me- This is my good friend Choso I was telling you about.” You smiled, looking at the man who looked Choso up and down. Just with that, Choso knew this guy was using you. Just by looking at him. ‘I didn't know you were into pretty boys, older too.’ he thought, watching your eyes sparkle when you looked over at him. “And this- This is my… friend, Theo.” You beamed. ‘You didn't wait for me. But you also didn't give up on me completely. The hesitation at calling him your 'friend' tells me that.’ silence filling the air as you smiled, waiting for them to greet each other. “We were about to go to dinner, do you want to join us, Choso?” You asked. Seeing your 'friend' look over to you with a certain look on his face you only see in men who were expecting something more from a person. Sickeningly sweet smile on Choso's face when he heard 'Theo' speak, “He just got off a flight babe-” He started. ‘Babe. Babe? What an uncreative and unimaginative thing to call you, no wonder you invited me. He must not make you laugh, but that's what I'm here for. I'm here to make you see that this 'Theo' is nothing but a place holder. A place holder for me.'

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pt 6 here

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[the-actual-gojo-satoru]

My father and I have a special relationship

[megumiifushiiguro]

childhood friends to lovers itafushi fics save me

[nectardaddy]

Tuesdays At Three - Choso Kamo

pairing: baker choso x reader, non-curse au, gender neutral

synopsis: an ask from anonymous, link here, kinda took it and ran with it if that's ok? I just started writing and ended up here.

cw(?), notes: language, tooth achingly sweet, parallelism and repetitive statements are done purposefully, anxiety ish (repetitive statements hint at this), I'm deadass proud of this fic right here

The man simply couldn't help as his eyes flickered to the clock for the umpteenth time; checking the time as if he really had anywhere else to be. And he truly couldn't help the dread that created a pit in his stomach as the minute hand crept closer and closer to the time he was supposed to leave. A departure that would surely leave him in shambles, a wreck for the rest of the week, if he wasn't able to see you.

You were here every Tuesday, and every Tuesday at three you would bring about various fruits and produce to the bakery he so happened to work at. Every Tuesday at three, never late and never early - until today. It was now Tuesday at three thirty, and he was set to leave at four.

He used to ask himself 'why' to his racing heart, sweaty palms, and flushed cheeks even at the very mention of your name - god forbid how he felt when you actually spoke to him. But his brother quickly, a mere five minute conversation, chalked it up to be infatuation. "Jesus, dude, you've got it bad," Yuuji would say to him every Tuesday. "Just ask them out already."

But he couldn't do that. Wouldn't dream of doing that. How does one even go about doing that? The sting of rejection was all too great in his mind. What if you said no? Then he'd be damned to see you every Tuesday at three, and have to pretend you didn't yank his heart right out of his body. He wouldn't bear to see your smile, a smile that made his heart ache in his chest. He wouldn't bear to hear your laugh, a joyous sound that made his lips turn up at the thought; god forbid you made him laugh as well, he often thought he would simply lose his life every time you did. And, god, he wouldn't bear to feel your touch, accidental or not, that made his lungs heave and his mouth dry.

Choso wasn't shy by any means, greeting you with a gentle smile every Tuesday, but he played his part deceivingly well. Shoving his emotions down to the very pits of his stomach, as if to try and deny them, but more likely to not act a fool. So when you were late, oh god when you were late, he felt his already frazzled mind continue to fray. Fraying at seams already damaged, losing himself in his thoughts as he stood before an oven.

He felt silly and weak, how on earth could someone, anyone, have such a sickening effect on him? A sickening effect that he longed for, craving so desperately it was nearly an addiction. So enthralled in his thoughts, the gentle chime of the bell on the front door fell on deaf ears. Footsteps that neared the kitchen completely unaware to him, his thoughts taking a mind of their own. Thoughts that only revolved around where you were. Were you alright? Why were you late? You're never late. Did you know he left at four? Would you come after four as to not see him?

"Choso?" A voice asked, ripping him harshly from his thoughts and taking a step back.

"Fuck," he breathed out rather loudly, finding himself gripping the counter adjacent to him. His adrenaline spiked, and he turned quickly to see who startled him so easily. But he felt his heart jump to his throat upon seeing the familiar face, the familiar face he was certain wouldn't show up while he still occupied the building.

"Hey," you mused, "are you alright?" Your voice was laced with a twinge of worry, but the same smile you always wore still appeared on your features. Greeting him like a slap in the face and making his cheeks flush.

Lord above, he felt stupid. Stupid to think you wouldn't show, stupid to let his mind wander to such things, and stupid that he had the wits scared out of him by you, of all people.

"Yeah," he reassured, plastering a gentle smile on his lips in faux contentment. "I just- wasn't expecting you. It's past three." He spoke as he motioned towards the clock, the clock his eyes couldn't seem to leave the past thirty minutes.

Hearing a chuckle bubble past your lips made his already racing heart skip, "yeah, sorry about that. I woke up late this morning, so it threw my whole day off by thirty minutes." You spoke nonchalantly, now placing a box down you had in your arms. "Did you miss me?" You probed with a teasing tone.

He felt a nervous chuckle leave his mouth, praying to whatever god was out there that he didn't look like a fool. "Maybe just a little," he admitted, albeit sounding a lot more confident than he felt. "It felt wrong not seeing you at three, I thought something had happened."

"How sweet," you mused. "But you don't need to worry about me not showing up at all, you're the highlight of my day on Tuesdays."

Breath hitching in his throat, he completely paused for a moment. As if trying to find a rest button for his brain, your words scratched an itch that he'd been longing to rid himself of. "Really?" He choked out as he swallowed hard. He felt like he looked ridiculous, sputtering and choking at words he wanted to say, but not finding a time until now.

"Well, duh," you spoke with a laugh. He felt the need to breathe again, holding his breath in anticipation and nerves. But he simply couldn't find the air to do so, lungs being restricted by the saccharine sound that left your lips. "I thought I made that pretty obvious," you spoke. Pretty obvious? Wonderful, now he felt even more dimwitted. "I don't just like you for the free pastries you give me. If that's what you thought."

It was almost endearing, sickly sweet, how far off your thoughts were from his own. Free pastries? He dreamed his mind only went as far as free pastries. Instead his mind always seemed to linger on minute details: how tired you looked as you always, without a doubt, greeted him happily, the callouses on your hands when your fingers would brush his own to hand him a box, or a smile, coated with gratitude and joy, that made him a puddle of a man whenever your eyes locked with his. He wished it was only free pastries, maybe then he wouldn't feel so sickly and senseless.

"That means there's more to share about liking me?" he mused. "What is it more than just free sweets?" His smile faltered as he felt his stomach drop and mouth run dry, what was he doing? Did he dare have the sheer confidence to take his brother's advice? God no. But he had to confidence to teeter the line of it, not letting it slip unless your words continued him on. "And I don't give those out to just anyone, by the way." He felt the corners of his lips begin to shift to a smirk, swallowing his pride and completely giving into himself. "I only give them to people I like."

"Ah- so you finally admit you like me," you countered. A playful glint in your eyes that all but made him drop to his knees, "and come on. Have you met yourself? You're a dream, Choso." His mind raced within his head at your statement. Does this mean he's not the only one to feel so infatuated? Did your heart flutter and plummet at every word that left his lips the same as he? Does he dare ask or cater to the connotation of your words? Fuck, does this mean his brother was right?

Finally? Did you know this whole time? And a dream? Oh dear god, his brother was right. His smirk didn't hold for much longer after this conclusion, genuinely more bamboozled than any other. Was he truly that readable? Did he really have no self restraint when it came to you, that you would so easily pick up on his emotions? Even he had to ask his brother, of all people, what in the hell he was feeling.

But, oh my, did he show his feelings - unbeknownst to himself. The small acts you saw of the man, intentional or not, had your heart reeling. Every Tuesday at three he turned to a love doomed man. A man too beside himself to realize his gaze softening, smile widening, and gentle touches lingering a bit longer than normal. Every Tuesday at three any singular response given to you was with rosy tinted cheeks or a nervous laugh that made your knees buckle. You were obsessed with it.

The feeling the man gave to you from such simple, silly actions, had you yearning. Giving you a pastry? You felt like a child again, a love sick puppy, eagerly awaiting for Tuesday to cross your path all over again. His, usually bored, eyes brightening at the sight of you? You were left in shambles and only dreamed he would put the pieces back together for you.

Dark eyes glanced at the clock once more, watching the second hand gingerly sweep by as it neared four. Every Tuesday at three you would tell him you ended your day at four, and every Tuesday at three he was all too afraid to admit he did as well. But this Tuesday at three forty five was unusually different, a special kind of different where he found himself taking Yuuji's advice. Advice he truly never thought he would see himself taking so eagerly as he did in the very moment.

"Are you doing anything after four?"