#you only you

[not-orphaned-account]

You, Only You - Chapter 4

Just a soft afternoon.

(Chapter below the cut!)

Among all of the secrets of the universe, there are a few objective, well known facts.

The earth is round. The sky is blue. And Nanami Kento and Haibara Yu are completely, disgustingly in love with each other.

“It’s like watching two blind dogs trying to sniff each other’s butts,” Satoru complains around the straw in his mouth, eyes fixed on the embarrassing display happening across the courtyard. The two fourth years are chatting, Haibara having stopped Nanami to apparently ask him something inaudible from where the three of them sit, only for them to end up talking animatedly (or at least, as animatedly as Nanami gets) for several minutes longer. It would be humourous if it wasn’t so goddamn frustrating, watching the two of them interact like they’re in their own little world. Haibara is practically glowing, laughing as though Nanami was capable of saying anything remotely funny ever—and god, the way Nanami is looking at him, Satoru can practically see the hearts in his eyes from the other side of the grounds.

“Satoru, gross,” Suguru reprimands, though he’s clearly just as transfixed on the action as he is, nearly missing his food with his chopsticks as he watches in fascinated horror.

“What?” Satoru demands, taking a drag of his juice and smacking his lips before continuing. “Like, okay, one could argue that Haibara’s always…like that. But Nanami came out of the womb with a stoneface, how does he not notice the way he looks at him?”

“I don’t know if Nanami knows,” Suguru says, chewing thoughtfully. “Like, do you think he has any idea what a crush even feels like?”

“Oh, it’s way past a crush at this point, are you kidding? They’ve been googly-eyed over each other since first year.”

“You couldn’t even keep their names straight when they were first years, how would you know?”

Satoru grins at him around his straw.

“Trust me, I have a seventh sense for that sort of thing.”

Whatever Suguru may have been about to say is cut off by a violent choking sound from beside him. They both whip their heads around in alarm to see Shoko pounding herself on the chest.

“Jesus!” Satoru says, while Suguru thumps her on the back until she coughs up a soggy piece of bread. “Swallow or spit, don't inhale.”

Her eyes are watering and her nose is red, but she still glares at him like he’s the one responsible.

“I freaking hate you,” she gurgles, before turning to fix Suguru with the same look. “Both of you.”

Suguru blinks, holding the water bottle he’d been about to offer her in midair.

“What did I do?”

She just shakes her head, snatching the bottle and downing a few deep gulps before shoving it back towards him.

“I’ve got work to do,” she announces, standing and crumpling her trash. “You guys just…you…”

After failing to find whatever words she was flailing for, she shakes her head, gives both of them a long, disappointed look, and then walks away, still clearing her throat.

Satoru stares after her for a second before turning back to Suguru.

“What was that about?”

Suguru looks just as baffled.

“No idea.”

Choosing not to dwell on it, Satoru shrugs, leans over, and snags the last piece of broccoli from the tupperware container Suguru has been eating out of, popping it into his mouth.

“Bleh,” he says, sticking out his tongue. “Nasty.”

Suguru just gives him a blank look.

“It wasn’t for you.”

“Too bad. Come on, let’s go back.”

Suguru’s room is a den of boxes, belongings carefully sorted and fit away into little cardboard homes. It's been taking a while, longer than it took Shoko, though that's probably because all she had to do was move to the staff building, as she continued her work as a medic and coroner right after graduating. On the other hand, Satoru and Suguru have both yet to move out of their student dorms; not for lack of trying, of course. It's hard deciding where to live when the choices are a) alone forever in a city full of non-sorcerers, or b) admittedly cheap housing provided by the school, convenient but isolating.

None of that matters right now, though, because Satoru has ten lives left and the Goombas are on his ass. 

“Damn it!” he groans when he dies again, pausing his game and splaying his arms out over the bed. “This is too hard.”

Suguru doesn’t even look up—or, down—from the book he’s holding above his head, presumably reading. His free hand doesn’t stop slowly carding through Satoru’s hair, even as he harrumphs and pushes his head back farther into Suguru’s stomach in an attempt to get his attention.

“It’s a game for children,” he says eventually, bringing his hand away from Satoru’s hair briefly to turn the page. Satoru huffs and digs his head into his stomach until he grunts and tugs at his bangs in protest.

“I’m too smart for it,” he decides, picking up his DS again and unpausing the game. 

“I’m sure that’s it,” Suguru says, voice full of thinly veiled amusement. 

He dies three more times before pausing again with a groan.

“Stupid. It’s a stupid game and I hate it.”

He flips his glasses up and looks pointedly up at Suguru with a frown. Suguru doesn’t acknowledge him for a long few seconds, and finally he huffs and pokes the spine of the book.

“Suguru.”

The corner of Suguru’s mouth twitches, but other than that, he doesn’t respond. Satoru narrows his eyes and pokes the book again.

“Hey. Suguru.”

He turns the page again, eyes briefly flicking down to Satoru before returning to his book.

“What is it, Satoru?”

Another poke yields no further results, and finally, Satoru grabs the book and tosses it to the end of the bed. Suguru’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance as it flops shut, losing his page, and he tugs threateningly at Satoru’s hair.

“What is it, Satoru?”

Satoru blinks up at him innocently, waiting. Suguru just stares at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes, but there’s a smile starting to pull at his lips.

He sits up, sending Satoru’s head sliding down into his lap, and leans down until the loose strands of his bangs are tickling his face. Satoru blinks slowly up at him, lips curling up, and Suguru shakes his head slightly before leaning down and closing the gap between them.

They haven’t really talked about it, nor does Satoru see a need for them to. Kissing Suguru feels nice, and it’s not like he’s got anyone else to kiss, so why shouldn’t they exchange a little friendly peck here and there? His lips are soft, a little chapped from biting, but they seem to get softer every time it happens, and Satoru finds himself wondering if Suguru is starting to wear chapstick or something. It doesn’t really matter, but the thought whirls around with the million others in his head at all times, and by the time Suguru pulls back he realizes he’s missed the whole thing.

He pouts, dejected. Suguru raises an eyebrow.

“Zoned out?”

“Again,” Satoru demands, sitting up and pointing to his mouth. “That one didn’t count.”

Suguru snorts, but he obliges Satoru’s grabby hands and leans closer, pressing their lips together again. The angle is better, and Satoru has no problems with overthinking this time, because the soft press of Suguru’s lips against his wipes all thoughts from his mind. He’s not sure if kissing his best friend should feel so good, but then he remembers that it’s Suguru, and yeah, that makes sense; Suguru makes everything the best version of itself.

Including him.

He doesn’t realize he’s running out of air until Suguru pulls away, and he suddenly remembers to breathe. Suguru laughs quietly, and he pouts at him.

“Put that lip back,” Suguru reprimands, flicking his lower lip; Satoru yelps and covers his mouth, glaring.

“Rude.”

Instead of answering, Suguru takes the opportunity to pull him closer, maneuvering him until he’s sitting at his side, legs draped over Suguru’s lap. This position puts their faces closer, and Satoru can’t help but trace every detail with his eyes; he can tell by the slight shifting of Suguru’s eyes that he’s doing the same.

“I never want to be without you,” he murmurs, almost before he even realizes he was thinking it. Suguru blinks, and he feels his face start to burn, fighting the urge to slap his hands over his mouth.

It’s true, of course, but it’s not the sort of thing he’d usually say. It’s just that here, in Suguru’s sun-warmed dorm with their chests brushing and their faces close enough for Satoru to see every fleck of colour in his irises, the feeling that’s sat in his chest since they were kids sort of…erupted out of him.

Suguru already knows. Satoru knows he does, and he knows he feels the same way. It’s just one thing to know it in his soul, and another to say it out loud.

He yelps as Suguru suddenly ruffles his hair, sending it into his eyes. He snorts, then laughs when Satoru glares at him through his bangs, nose crinkling and eyes curving into crescent moons, and after a few moments, Satoru feels his lips slowly pull up into a grin.

“Rude,” he says again, poking at Suguru’s sides until he tries to bat him away, squirming and laughing. He retaliates by diving in to tickle Satoru’s stomach, making him scream and kick.

They’re acting like children, idiots at the very least. But when Suguru wraps his arms tightly around him to hold his arms against his sides, restraining him as he tries to tickle him back, taunting him in that low, sarcastic way he does…Satoru really can’t bring himself to care.

[nightwolferebornii]

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[raanubis11]

Me siento tan afortunada de tenerte a mi lado, día a día me vuelvo más feliz, despertando y pensando en la noche para poder verte y escucharte, y asi mismo enamorarme cada vez mas de ti.

~RaAnubis11♤

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

it's healthy for academics to have professional feuds. enrichment activity

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[froody]

“can straight men be romantically and sexually attracted to men?” sure, I’m not a cop

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[treeembrace]

I'm sure many people have already shared this here, but I think it's important that people here on Tumblr need to see this.

"I disagree with Kamala's position on the war in Gaza. How can I vote for her?" by US Senator Bernie Sanders

[mythtakens]

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[not-orphaned-account]

While I'm out of commission, I'd love to keep talking about the fics I have going on!! I miss writing and thought this would be a good time to do something like this.

Have a really specific question or headcanon about one of my fics? Want to hear my takes on the AUs or tell me yours? Please let me know!! This applies to any fic I have published, Death Note or JJK. Please keep me company while my body breaks down and yap with me about the silly little stories in my head!!

[armadillorollup]

in honour of wolvie returning to the big screen here's a fond childhood memory

[roseworth]

i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names

[hamsternamedmarinette]

Italian microaggressions

[elbiotipo]

Usamericans should be more anti-war actually. They should be straight up insulting marines and shutting down weapon factories, 60s anti-war protests kind of shit. I'm sorry for pontificating from down here but the US military-industrial complex is currently supplying a genocide, and this is not a new thing, the US has sold weapons to Saudi Arabia to starve millions of Yemenis, the Iraq war, the Afghanistan war, these are within memory. And though some people think it's not the point, it Is also true that there are trillions upon trillions of dollars that could be spent in anything else that go to the black hole of corruption (and call it for what it is, corruption) that is the Pentagon. Any of those resources could be destined to literally any other activity and be better spent.

I'm talking full contempt here. You should outright be HATING the military. Instead of lining up to watch Top Gun you should see it as a glorification of a fucking killing machine that serves imperial interests, enriches megacorporations and supports genocides. For the love of God be more angry about it. Goddamn.