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Gojo must've jinxed himself, why does the night keep getting worse?!
He slumps into his seat, begging for it to swallow him whole. "Soooo...what now?" He should try to stay positive...on the surface at least.
In contrast to him, Geto is being too cynical and is making it known, "It's almost one am so no one will come help us, especially with the rain I doubt anyone will pass by and notice us."
Gojo doesn't say anything, he doesn't want to admit it but he agrees with him. No one would take a job to tow a car this late and with this weather, especially not on this road! It's too isolated from the rest of the city. This seriously can't be happening.
"You can't call anyone? My phones dead." Satoru used his final percentages to call Shoko, he is desperate for a solution.
Suguru holds his phone up and curses at it-not a good sign, "...my phone's about to die..do you know anyone that's up or something??" Gojo perks up.
"SHOKO!" He suddenly blurts out.
"wha..?"
"My friend???? Ieiri??? Shoko?!?!???!? I've talked about her before, you've MET her! I know her number, I talked to her not too long ago so she is definitely still up." Some glimmer of hope, finally!
"You're sure she's awake." Suguru sounds skeptical, Satoru doesn't blame him. He himself is nervous, with Shoko it's always a 50/50 chance of her answering. And he already used the 50.
"Yes....maybe. Actually I don't know. It was like ten minutes ago and I woke her up, she is in med school you see and this was her first day off from her internship at the hospital so she is TIRED like her eyebags are PURPLE!!! We got to hurry though because once she falls asleep she is like a rock like one time I called her over twenty times because it was an emergency and she didn't even respond until-"
"GET THE PHONE, SATORU."
Suguru is shaking his phone pleading for Satoru to grab it, he gets it hurriedly and sees Suguru's at two percent...shit. He presses to the phone icon, frantically dials her number and presses the call button. They are both huddled around the phone and sweating bullets. It's ringing.
She doesn't answer.
Another try.
Still no answer.
Three tries.
No. Answer.
Fourth try, the two are about to break, Satoru feels an awful deja vu, he's sweating profusely, Suguru's phone can die anytime and she is not answering!! Satoru presses the green call button again.
The fourth call has rang a total of three times, Satoru counted. He finally snaps under the stress and blows up. This date is going horrible, oh my godddd and now he's stuck with Geto for who knows how long!! He hates it, he hates that this would've been ideal, if his breath didn't stink. WHY DID HE EAT SOME OF HIS SPICY KFC BUCKET BEFORE COMING-
"SHOKO YOU BETTER FUCKIN-"
"Thanks I was having a great sleep."
The two jump into the phone. They start screaming at her and overlapping each other.
"SHOKO THIS IS SUGURU'S PHONE-"
"MY CAR BROKE DOWN WE ARE IN THIS LONG ASS STREET-"
"THE ONE FULL OF TREES!!!!!"
"NEAR SATORU'S HOUSE."
"ITS COLD AND RAINY PLEASE COME-"
his phone died.
damnit
The pair slouches back into their seats and a unanimous sigh leaves their bodies, there's nothing else to do now.
"At least she answered." Geto mutters.
Satoru has to agree, it's s miracle she answered an unknown number, it was probably in the middle of her drifting off to sleep. A small win, not for him. He is gonna be trapped in this box for who knows how long. Knowing Shoko it's gonna take over an hour for her to finally get to them.
-
And it did...or at least that's what it's looking like.
Twenty nine minutes have passed, twenty nine excruciating minutes. Shoko's car is nowhere in sight. The car has been dead silent after their call with her, Gojo reverted back to his silent self right after it ended. Geto would try to start a conversation and Gojo would respond in one word answers. This went on and off for a few minutes, then Geto fully gave up. The couple has been looking out their respective window waiting for Shoko.
The air was heavy, Gojo wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He's embarrassed, his ego still repairing, his pride too big to speak up.
The two have been observing the rain outside, the storm doesn't look to be slowing down at all. It's quiet and awkward inside the car, they only hear the ambience of the heater and the rain outside. Suguru turned off the radio a while ago, they both made a silent agreement that it's best for their sanity to have that thing off before having to endure the same five songs that play. Another minute rolls by, then five, then ten, Gojo doesn't know how long he can take it.
"Satoru, you're acting weird." Suguru suddenly speaks up, breaking the awkwardness, filling it with tension.
Satoru got caught off guard by his straightforwardness, "...what are you talking about?"
"Don't act dumb! Ever since the movies you've been really awkward, you ran off quickly after the movie ended and even now you've said like 5 sentences to me at most this whole time!! What happened?! Was it the-" he cuts himself off abruptly and stumbles onto a different sentence.
"Are you okay?"
Satoru can only stare blankly at Suguru, his hair still looks humid and it's frizzing up from the rain. His tone sounded frustrated and those last words...
"I-" Satoru chokes up, he feels his cheeks get wet. Suguru's face twists into concern. Satoru is crying.
Why is he crying? He shouldn't be crying. Not in front of his date, that's embarrassing! He's already humiliated himself enough. He was saving the tears for when he got home where he was alone and then he'd fall asleep and get over it...but tonight just kept getting shittier by the minute. All the feelings he had built up just started to pour out of his eyes and mouth and nose the second Suguru asked if he was okay. They're words he almost never hears from others, and after such a long day, it hit harder than usual. Stuff like the stranded car, the awkward tension, the sudden rain, the god awful movie the two watched-
"Does my breath actually smell bad?" Gojo whimpers in-between his cries. One of the many thoughts that were running in his head and honestly the catalyst to why he felt so shitty tonight. It literally cursed him, words destined to haunt him for the rest of his night. What sent him on a spiral within his mind.
Suguru's eyes went wide, he was leaning against the chair facing Satoru, he sat up and looked at him. Everything finally clicked, the thing Geto looked to fear was the issue.
"Satoru I-" he moves his hands towards Gojo's chair. Satoru is desperately trying to say something but only high pitched muttering is coming out. On the other end, Suguru is frantically waving his hands around Satoru trying to figure out what to do or say. They're both awful at this.
Suguru looks panicked, "I just said what came to my mind first and I didn't think it twice-" he stops his sentence and pauses for a few seconds, Geto's tone is freaked out.
"Satoru, I'm sorry."
This just made Gojo start bawling more.
Several seconds of Suguru waving his arms around the sobbing boy while he himself can't manage to say anything outside sniffles happen until Satoru finally collects himself enough to speak sentences, "Suguru I'm so sorry I messed the whole vibe..."
Suguru starts panicking, he looks dumbfounded. "Satoru it's okay you-"
"Like I literally let that whole comment take over my mood and then it started raining and then the car and I just wanna go home!!"
"Satoru-"
"The KFC wasn't even that good!! It was stale!!!! A day old damnit! The only reason I ate some was cause I got hungry before you came!! I can't even look at that restaurant anymore for fucks sake!!!!"
"Hey-"
"LIKE we were gonna make out and everything! I KNOW IT!! And now!!!!! Now you won't ever wanna kiss me and my stinky KFC mouth!! LIKE-"
"I never said I was going to stop."
Gojo finally listened! His rant ceases. "what?"
Suguru leans toward Satoru, the dim car light just barely reveals some red in his cheeks, he inhales.
"Satoru. I was not going to stop because of your stinky KFC mouth or whatever." He pauses, he's getting flustered, "Sure! I mindlessly pointed it out yeah, I'm really sorry! I didn't think it was going to come off as negative..." Suguru started massaging his temple so much it's going to dent his cranium if he continues, "...but I was gonna lean back in and fucking kiss the fuck out of you!! But you ran out before I could!!!!"
"...you're serious?"
"Duh!!!!! Of course I am!!"
Gojo's tears stopped long ago. He is still a mess yeah, but he's not a sobbing mess anymore. Everything Suguru just said is finally getting to him, he can feel his cheeks warm up, is this how Geto feels right now too? It's dark out and the cars light isn't the best, he can only see the soft outline of Geto's face it looks tense, and red.
"...you won't stop seeing me after tonight because of my stinky breath?"
"No?"
"You won't cut things off because of it???"
"No!"
Satoru is perplexed, he knew he was probably overreacting but hearing the reassurance from Suguru feels like more of a relief. His thoughts were a foggy mess all night, the uncertainty finally dwindled and everything just became clear. He was being dramatic yes, but he really does like Suguru. A lot. The thought of ever losing him is haunting, he loves him.
"Satoru, I would not cut us off after something like this what?! I like you too much to do that!"
Satoru's eyes widened.
".....you like me??"
"Yes?!?! OF COURSE I DO!!!!!" Suguru sounds offended, did Satoru really just ask that?! He smacks his hands against Gojo's face, the clamminess from the time Suguru was outside envelops Satoru's face, a weird feeling against his boiling cheeks.
Suguru's chest rises, what Satoru can see of his face is engulfed in red, blood running to both their faces. Satoru gets startled, Suguru is loud.
"SATORU GOJO. I LIKE YOUUU. I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU!! I COULD GO AS FAR AS TO SAY LOVE BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW'D YOU FEEL IF I DID SAY THAT CUZ SOME PEOPLE THINK IT'S WEIRD AND I DON'T KNOW IF YOU THINK THAT TOO!!!!!!"
Suguru looks embarrassed, his pursing his lips like he's trying to calm himself down, Satoru feels his hands and they're sweaty. "I like you Satoru. I like you so soo much."
They're practically face to face, Satoru in pure disbelief from the words pouring out of Suguru's mouth. He's going to self combust at any moment, his heart is racing.
He does not blink once his eyes are peeled open, they look like glow in the dark balls. An impulse itches inside of him, Satoru opens his mouth before any second of doubt lands.
"SUGURU GETO. I LIKE YOU TOO. SOOOOO MUCH SO SO MUCH TOO!!!!!! I CAN SAY LOVE TOO BUT IT'D BE AWKWARD!!!!!!!"
"THATS WHAT I SAID!! SATORU YOU'RE THE BEST GUY IVE EVER MET, YOU'RE PRETTY AND FUNNY AND I LIKE YOUR OVERDRAMATICNESS"
Suguru's smile is growing at the same time as his, Satoru might just cry again from pure happiness this time. His eyes look glossy against the light, he looks like an owl.
"WELL, SUGURU, YOU'RE THE BEST GUY IVE MET!!! YOU'RE HOT AND I LIKE THE WAY YOU UNDERSTAND ME AND LIKE ME FOR ME AND NOT FOR ANYTHING ELSE!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I EVER MET ANYONE AS COOL AS YOU!!!!"
"SATORU"
"WHAT"
Suguru has been resting his hands around Satoru's face, the clamminess feels nice to him. He puts the weight of his head on them and looks up to Suguru, they get occasionally illuminated by the distant lighting that comes every few minutes and the car light that doesn't do its job, Suguru moves closer he's practically touches noses with Satoru.
"I want to kiss you, Satoru. Even with your KFC stinking hot breath I want to kiss you all the time. No matter what."
"Why aren't you kissing me right now then??"
That question was answered shortly after as Suguru pulled in, and the pair touched lips. The initial contact was quite aggressive, Suguru's mouth crashed with Satoru's. Something to be expected given the fact they were literally yelling at each other not even 5 minutes ago. After that rough first contact though, the kiss softened and they both melted into each other. Satoru forgot about the shitty night they both were having, about the rain that most likely gave Suguru a cold, the car stranded in the middle of nowhere, he even forgot about his smelly breath.
Suguru's caressing Satoru's hair with his thumbs and Satoru wraps his arms around him. Suguru tastes like the stale movie theater popcorn and the sprite they had earlier. Despite how his hands feel around his face, Suguru is warm, his bangs tickle Satoru's face. Any breath and noise they make gets swallowed up by the other and the kiss just grows deeper. There was a point where their bodies couldn't get any closer, yet their bodies still crave for more. Satoru's thoughts are shifting everywhere from how Suguru's mouth feels, then to how his body feels, his hands, his hair, his wet clothes, his brain just can't focus on a single thing right now. It's like shooting fireworks out of his head, all Satoru knows is that he loves it...so much.
The two keep kissing for a few more seconds but then Suguru pulls away.
"oh god did i taste like fried chicken?!?"
"A little yeah, I could taste the spicy chicken somewhere in there."
The car gets filled by laughter. Suguru's hands are still on Satoru's face, his arms are around Suguru's shoulders.
Suguru looks at him, his face suddenly looks serious, they've been staring at each other for seconds and have not turned away at all. Suguru's eyes look like they have a hint of purple under the light, Satoru sees Suguru's stare finally split from his and moves downwards towards his shoulders. His hands slide down along with his irises and he squeezes them, Satoru can feel Suguru's arms shaking a little, his grip on Satoru tightens. Satoru hears him inhale before his eyes meet Satoru's again.
"Satoru, do you want to go out?"
"...like boyfriends?"
"Like boyfriends."
"you're not joking are you?"
"WHAT NO!! WHY would I be joking? We literally just made out!"
Satoru knew he was being serious, still, the thought of him and Suguru becoming a couple is unbelievable. Even if it's literally about to happen. He needs to make sure, double check, triple check, everything check.
Suguru continues, "Satoru listen, I need a valid excuse to kiss you and your stinking breath again, and again...and again...and-"
Satoru interrupts Suguru's rambling of what would've been five minutes worth of 'and agains' with another kiss. He slid his hand up, ran it through Suguru's hair and pulled him to his face. And for another minute they stay like that, this time Satoru is the one that breaks it.
"That's a yes if you're not sure by the way."
Their smiles are so wide, Satoru can only imagine how he looks. Suguru brings Satoru to his face again, and again, and again, just like he said. They're showering each other in kisses, teeth hitting each other because they can't stop smiling. The two are inseparable.
A flash of bright headlights spotlights the two a few minutes later and interrupts their second makeout session. This light is followed by a long honk, then a muffled yell from Shoko which neither of the two could understand at all. She was somehow able to find them and finally came to their rescue. They get their things and sprint into her car. Finally! They can go home, although Satoru secretly wished Shoko would've taken just a few more minutes.
That night Suguru stayed over at Satoru's house so he can get to his car the next day quick. They finished the rest of the KFC bucket.