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Getou Suguru, 6 years old.
The first thing that came to Suguru’s mind when he saw wide, blue eyes staring back at him was - he’s odd.
The white-haired boy with unreadable yet captivating eyes was holding out a bunch of lavender lilacs in his hand, softly gesturing for Suguru to take it. Now, Suguru was only six but he knew what it meant to give someone flowers, especially since the other kid was blushing madly, looking up at him from under his long lashes.
Suguru glanced down at the boy, who was a bit tad smaller than him.
“I’m a boy,” the six years old Suguru replied nonchalantly, already regretting sneaking out of the house to go play at the park.
“I know,” the other kid answered with a pout, "as I said, go out with me.”
He’s not only odd, but he's also demanding.
“You’re weird,” Suguru stated, watching with disinterest as the white-haired boy gasped.
“You’re weirder!”
Somehow, his answer made Suguru laugh. That was the lamest comeback he had ever heard-
"Stop laughing!" Suguru's laughter doubled, ignoring the other kid's frown.
"I said stop!"
"I can't-" Suguru breathed in- "that was so lame!
“And so?”
“So what?” Suguru barked back, still chuckling.
The white-haired kid was still frowning, and Suguru was too happy to notice him moving forward.
"I said," the other kid started, pushing the flowers right in front of Suguru's face, "go out with me!"
Suguru stared at the flowers, hesitant to take them, but with a few more demanding pushes from the white-haired kid, Suguru finally gave in and accepted the flowers.
Lavender blue lilacs. They smelled nice. Almost resembling this weird kid’s eyes.
“Is that a yes?”
Unbelievable. So he's really serious, and Suguru honestly didn't know how to react. Just then, an idea suddenly popped into Suguru's mind, and in seconds, a mischievous smile appeared on his face.
“Sorry,” Suguru started as he sniffed the pretty lilacs, ignoring the white-haired kid's dejected look. “As I said, I’m a boy.”
“But you’re pretty.”
It was now Suguru’s turn to blush. He looked away, trying to compose himself as he rummaged his brain on what to say next.
No one had called him pretty before and Suguru was sure you only call girls pretty. He didn't know if he was being teased or what, but Suguru just wanted this embarrassment to end.
This kid is super weird.
Suguru huffed, his cheeks hot as he glared at the boy, "You’re weird. Boys are handsome, not pretty. I will not go out with you cause… cause you’re small!”
And with that, Suguru stuck his tongue out and ran - hoping he wouldn’t see him ever again. Once Suguru arrived home, he quickly went up to his room and locked the door shut.
He glanced down at the pretty lilacs in his hand.
That was new.
Suguru definitely won’t be going back to that park again anytime soon.
Getou Suguru, 14 years old.
A big yawn escaped Suguru's lips as raised his arms up, his back arching as he stretched away the knots in his muscle. He blinked, eyes boring holes into the wall next to him as he began to consider continuing his nap rather than attending his next class.
But then again, Suguru would rather suffer in class than be sent to the principal's office.
Releasing a tired sigh, Suguru glanced down at his watch, taking note that he had half an hour before lunch period ended.
Sometimes, Suguru wondered why he liked torturing himself. He wouldn't be in this sleepy state if it weren't for him staying up until three in the morning, playing video games. He honestly didn't think about the consequences of winning against the final boss.
Luckily, Suguru could always go to his secluded spot inside the school gym, just under the bleachers that were thankfully clean.
Inhaling deeply, Suguru gave himself a moment to shed away the sleepiness as he pondered what snack to get on his way back. He opted to get some candies, but the ones that were in the vending machines were a little too sweet for his liking. The chips weren't good either.
Finally, upon deciding to get some salted pretzel, and soda, Suguru stood up and went out of the gym.
The gym was located far from his classroom; he must pass by the high school building first in order to reach his classroom. It kind of sucked how their building was located far from the entrance, meaning, every time he was late, he needed to sprint for his life in order to get to his classroom in time.
At least they're near the cafeteria.
As soon as Suguru reached the vending machines, he quickly fished out for some spare change before tapping for his favorite soda. As he waited patiently for the old machine to work its magic, Suguru suddenly heard a strange rustling by the bushes behind him.
Suguru turned around, heart pounding in his chest as his hands automatically balled into a fist. His eyes searched the moving bushes, expecting the worst - a raccoon, or a squirrel. He had seen a raccoon before, and it’s admittedly scary, but maybe this time it-
The suspicious noise immediately stopped; so did Suguru’s breath.
Something - or someone - suddenly came out stumbling, and Suguru almost punched them but managed to stop himself as that person looked up at him.
Dark purple eyes met cerulean ones.
Suguru blinked dumbly, heard the vending machine rumbling from behind him, but no sound of his soda dropping. He wanted to complain for his money, but he really couldn't risk looking away from this stranger in front of him.
Those eyes looked familiar; Suguru just couldn't pinpoint where he had seen them.
"You!" Suguru watched as the white-haired teen stood up, his hair bouncing along with his movements. "I finally found you!"
"What?"
He didn't hesitate to shove three periwinkle flowers in Suguru's face.
"I'm the same height as you now," the stranger said breathlessly. "So what do you think? Will you go out with me now?"
Suguru's eyes went down to the flowers then right back up at the stranger's eyes. Was he playing a prank on him? Why would -
And that's where it all suddenly clicked.
It's that weird kid from before.
His hair got a little longer, sporting messy bangs that complimented his face really well, and his height - oh, he did grow and was the same height as him now.
"It's you…" Suguru had to blink multiple times in order to make sure what he was seeing was real. It was, and he honestly didn't know what to feel about all of this. About this unexpected meeting.
"Say something!" This white-haired boy sure did change, but everything else was still the same - he's still weird and demanding.
"I- uhm, you were that kid from before… at the park." Suguru then moved his gaze down the others outfit, noticing the small nameplate with a different school logo attached to his left beast pocket.
GOJO SATORU
"You remembered me!" Gojo smirked, voice laced with too much confidence, "I really am hard to forget."
"Yeah, cause you're weird."
Gojo Satoru made an offended noise, but Suguru ignored him, engrossed in the situation unfolding. First, his childhood weirdo appeared right in front of him again after, what? Years? Second, Gojo was from another school - a private academy just a few blocks from here, and lastly, he was holding yet another flower.
“I’m not weird- I just, well-”
Suguru tilted his head, waiting for whatever the other would retort back, but once again- Gojo Satoru wasn’t only weird and demanding, he's also… amusing.
“You said back then that you won’t date me cause you’re taller than me, but now-” Gojo spread his arms open- “we’re the same height. Will you go out with me?”
Before Suguru could answer, Gojo took a step forward and inclined closer to his personal space. Panic filled Suguru’s insides but he stayed put, surprised at how calming and sweet Gojo smelled.
“What are you doing?”
Gojo didn’t respond and proceeded to hit the vending machine behind him, shaking it for a good few seconds until Suguru heard his soda dropping.
“So will you?” Gojo asked as he pulled back, holding Suguru's carbonated drink. He waved it in front of him in a teasing way, and Suguru fought the urge to slap it out of his hold.
Having no brain-to-mouth filter, Suguru crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step backward so that Gojo’s scent won't be able to distract him.
“Why would I go out with you? You’re not even from here,” Suguru said, his tone a little harsh. He almost regretted saying those words, but he couldn't stop now.
"Besides," Suguru decided he had enough weirdness for today as he felt lunchtime would be over soon, "I only date taller guys."
The way Gojo’s eyes widened sent a smirk up Suguru’s face. He could clearly see defeat in those bright blue eyes, and admittedly, his answer felt satisfying and Suguru hoped it was enough for Gojo to stop with this madness.
"Okay."
Somehow, Gojo's answer pissed him off.
"What?" Suguru put a hand over his chest, perplexed by the answer.
"I said okay!"
Suguru huffed and took it upon himself to snatch the three blue periwinkle flowers out of Gojo's grasp.
"Whatever, you're weird." He managed to utter while pouting, ignoring the way how he felt a little breathless as Gojo beamed at him.
"You're weirder."
Suguru hated how that response made him snort.
Just then, the school bell rang and both boys cursed in unison. Suguru looked back at Gojo, who seemed to be not panicking at all as he checked the time on his watch.
“Aw, lunch time’s over?” He sighed, already walking backward. “I have to run now, and I’ll be taking this!” Gojo waved the carbonated drink, laughing a little.
It's amazing how he hasn't tripped on his own feet yet, but Suguru wished he would the moment Gojo sent him a wink. He rolled his eyes and watched as Gojo ran off, leaving Suguru soda-less.
By the time Suguru returned to his classroom - having already consumed the pretzel - he was late for biology. His sensei made him stand outside the room, but he didn't mind though as it gave him more time to stare at the blue periwinkles and think about Gojo Satoru.
Getou Suguru, 18 years old.
“There’s a new gorgeous transferee in class 4!!"
"Yeah, I saw! He's very cute!"
"I heard he was from the private school near us,"
"Maybe… his watch and bag looked expensive. I wonder why he transferred?"
Suguru straightened out his legs, arms stretching forward as he turned his body left and right in hopes to find a comfortable position in his ‘a little too small’ desk. Once he found a nice position without straining his legs too much, Suguru finally released a sigh, pressing his cheeks down on his desk.
His friend, Shoko, who was sitting in front of him, averted her gaze from their gossiping classmates before pulling out a thin pocky stick, directing it down to Suguru’s closed lips.
“Private school, huh. Reminds me of that weird kid you told me about.”
Suguru opened his mouth, accepting the sweet biscuit offered to him.
“Remember? Periwinkle?”
“Mhmm,” Suguru hummed, still munching the biscuit. He was looking through the window, gazing over the empty school field as his mind went back to his middle school days where he was given a flower and the shock of his life. Who the heck sneaks in their school just to do something as stupid as to ask him out?
“Oh, did you know," Suguru started, politely refusing another pocky stick from Shoko, “he also gave me lilacs?”
“Lilacs?” Shoko’s brows rose up, “when did that happen?”
“Hmm, I don’t remember. Maybe when I was six?”
“What?” Shoko sat up straight, her eyes wide and glassed with disbelief. Suguru didn’t bother to look up because he couldn’t even remember much of that weirdo’s face and name except for those flowers and eyes that were bluer than the sky.
Damn, he really needs to work on his name-remembering game.
“It was a long time ago, " He informed, his voice flat, "we tend to do stupid stuff as kids. We're now in high school, more woke and embarrassed of the past."
It weirdly sent a bitter taste down Suguru's throat, but he chose to ignore it.
"Besides, no one can be that persistent in asking me out, Shoko."
"You’ll never know," Shoko shrugged, finishing the rest of her biscuit, "you said your pretty boy is weird."
Suguru snorted, "Yeah, and demanding," he sighed, feeling his sleep wandering away. Thinking about that blue-eyed boy stressed him out for a bit. This morning, one of the twins he was tutoring every weekend gave him blue lilacs and he was instantly reminded of that silly boy that made him avoid the park for six months.
And now here was his friend, Shoko, talking about that periwinkle incident again.
It's been a while since they had talked about him. Last conversation he had about that weird kid was after that vending machine fiasco, where, after standing outside the classroom for an hour, Suguru immediately told Shoko what had happened. It was wild and Shoko had laughed at him for who knows how long.
"Anyway!" Suguru suddenly stood up, the legs of his chair scraping against the wooden floor. "I'm off to blow some stress away," Suguru said, placing two of his fingers near his lips. "Wanna accompany me?"
"Nah, I need to finalize my essay for next class. You better wear perfume after or sensei will murder you."
Suguru smiled in a teasing way, grabbing a small box from his backpack discreetly, winking in Shoko's way.
"A suspension doesn't sound bad, to be honest."
"Boohoo," Shoko rolled her eyes, "As much as I agree, don't. We're graduating."
"Yes ma'am. See ya!"
~~*~~
Resting his back against the wall, Suguru closed his eyes and enjoyed the cold breeze passing through his hair. He took a hit of his cigarette, the end of the cancer stick glowing brighter as nicotine entered his lungs.
Spring was just around the corner, and Suguru couldn’t wait until the midterm week was over. Every time he opened his textbooks, Suguru instantly felt sleepy at the hundreds of pages staring back at him. Don’t get him wrong, his grades were perfectly fine, but he’d rather hold his portable console than reading books and messy handwritten notes that he borrowed from Shoko.
He took another drag of his cigarette, shivering as the cold air blew past him.
I should’ve brought a scarf.
Taking another hit, Suguru was halfway through blowing the smoke out of his system when the metal door right next to him suddenly burst open, the door stopping just right in front of his face. Suguru gritted his teeth, beyond pissed at this point because who the hell opens the door like that?
“Hey!” Suguru shouted, banging his palm against the metallic door. “Do you have to push the door that hard? You almost hit me!”
Was a peaceful alone time too much to ask?
However, the moment Suguru finally got a clear view of the offender, his voice died down, and his anger was immediately replaced with surprise as familiar white locks greeted him.
“You...” He stared dumbly, almost dropping his cigarette.
“I finally found you!” The newcomer beamed, his round sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” He pouted, blue eyes staring back at him.
"Do I know you?"
The stranger smiled and held out his hand, "This is for you…"
Suguru looked down.
It's a rose - a blue rose.
A flower.
That’s where it all clicked: It was him - the weird kid. The one from the park, and the vending machine.
“Gojo Satoru…” Suguru said under his breath, suddenly able to remember his name.
Gojo Satoru smiled brightly, blinding Suguru on the spot. He wanted to say something - anything - but his body seemed to not listen to him as his eyes raked up and down the other teen's features.
Gojo was still the same: pink lips, hair as white as snow that made him look paler than before, and those eyes - so blue like the summer sky.
And his height, he’s taller than Suguru.
Suguru stared shamelessly as Gojo did the same to him. As much as he hated to admit it, puberty blessed Gojo real good - he was undeniably gorgeous, and Suguru covered his internal embarrassment of realizing what he had just thought by looking at Gojo's outfit.
Wait, he’s wearing our uniform. Did he sneak in again like last time?
He glanced down, gaping dumbly at Gojo’s name tag with their school logo.
Is he the new transferee everyone was talking about-
"You smoke?"
Suguru looked up, saw Gojo’s pretty face turning sour as his cerulean eyes shot daggers at the cancer stick in between his fingers.
“Do you know you can get various lung diseases by smoking? Why are you smoking? Are we allowed to?”
And like a glass shattering, Gojo’s angelic image was gone in an instant the moment he spoke. Suguru’s lips formed a thin line, calming himself down from decking the other teen. He almost hit him with the door, and now he was calling out his smoking habits?
“Your teeth will also turn yellow if you keep that up."
"What's it to ya?" Suguru barked back, voice laced with venom but the other still continued.
"You'll go bald like those stupid uncles who like to complain so much just because I decided to enroll in this school. It's awesome, though. I love the environment, but I think the cafeteria food choices need some work."
Having had enough of Gojo's nonsense, and that Suguru knew lunch break would end soon, he proceeded to place his cigarette near his lips, only to gasp in return as Gojo slapped it away from his hand.
"Hey!" Suguru yelped, completely pissed and ready to punch him on his handsome face. However, as soon as he stepped forward, Suguru was instantly welcomed by the overwhelming scent of the flower Gojo just shoved on his face.
"Getou Suguru…" Gojo read as Suguru released a loud sneeze.
"Eww, you sneezed on the flower!"
"You're the one who put it right in front of me!" Suguru answered, covering his name tag.
"Wait- wait, are you allergic to flowers, Suguru?"
He couldn't fucking believe he was already on first-name basis. Suguru sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he took a step back. Unfortunately, Gojo seemed to dislike his action for he, once again, shoved the poor blue rose forward, the soft petals hitting Suguru's nose not so gently.
With profound anger and tiredness of getting things shoved in front of his face, Suguru grabbed Gojo by the collar, pulling him closer in an intimidating manner.
“Can you not?” Suguru pushed Gojo, getting irritated by the second as the taller teen didn't even falter.
"You're fucking annoying-" And as he shoved Gojo away from him, Suguru watched as Gojo stumbled on his own feet, the rose ejected from his hold, and his hand - Gojo's pale hand looked lean and strong - immediately grabbed hold of the sleeves of his uniform.
Suguru suddenly found himself falling along with him.
Both boys landed on the floor with a loud thud, Suguru landing on top of the other. Heat quickly crawled up Suguru's face, wishing that he should've been knocked unconscious than to face the consequence of realizing that he had his face buried in the crook of Gojo's neck.
Suguru hated how nice Gojo smelled.
He heard the other groaning, complaining about his glasses and aching butt. Suguru finally looked up, ready to blame Gojo for everything that had happened but paused, his brain completely going haywire as their eyes met once again.
Suguru hated how easily he became speechless just by Gojo’s presence.
Gojo was just this weird kid that made him avoid the park when he was six, scared the shit out of him during middle school, and now here he was, talking shit about his smoking habits, and almost hitting him with the damn door.
“You’re still as handsome as before.” Gojo declared, Suguru's heart skipping a beat at the stupid confession.
Clearing his throat, Suguru tried his best to smirk, to look intimidating, but failed as his lips trembled the slightest. At this point, Suguru couldn't care less anymore. Both of them were embarrassed enough, why stop now?
“What? Not pretty anymore?”
Gojo chuckled.
Suguru felt like he just went to heaven.
“You’re captivating, Suguru.”
Suguru was so sure his face was on different shades of red as Gojo smiled at him. It wasn’t one of those irking smiles or grins he had shown Suguru back then, it was more sincere - happier. Suguru could only bite the inside of his cheek, blushing madly as Gojo pushed his bangs away from his face.
“But Suguru, aren’t we a little bit fast?” Gojo gestured to their awkward position, Suguru fighting off the urge to punch him, “how about I take you out to dinner first?”
He’s sweet and stupid. Suguru had never met someone like Gojo. He’s everything that’s bad at the same time good. Looking like an angel with a foul and unfiltered mouth along with those blue eyes and white hair that looked like it’s glowing.
Glowing?
Suguru’s eyes widened, heart drumming violently in his chest because Gojo was literally glowing - no, no, something behind Gojo was glowing.
“Fi…” He uttered, lips trembling as he looked over Gojo’s shoulder.
“What?”
“Fire!” Suguru hadn’t screamed this loud in his life. The last time he yelled was when he was five and being chased by a dog, but now, as panic filled his insides, Suguru quickly pulled Gojo up on his feet, looking around for something or anything- just anything - to put out the fire quickly.
“Don’t just stand there! Help me!”
Gojo finally averted his eyes away from the small fire and ran back inside. Suguru seriously wanted to follow Gojo just to slap the shit out of him, but the white-haired male came running out after a few seconds, holding a fire extinguisher.
They quickly ran towards the small fire now climbing up the stack of boxes near the railings.
“You know-” Gojo started and pulled out the lock pin- “this is what happens when you smoke.”
“Now is not the right time to lecture me, smartass.” Suguru glared, rolling his eyes as Gojo smirked at him. Luckily, the fire hadn’t spread that much, and Gojo was able to put it out before it reached all of the boxes and wooden planks piled at the corner.
“There, all out.” The white-haired teen walked towards the crime scene and saw Suguru’s still lit cigarette. He stomped on it twice before picking it up.
"Your cigarette landed on the leaves,"
"That wouldn't happen if you didn't slap it out of my hand!"
"No, you're wrong. That wouldn't happen if you didn't smoke!"
Suguru scrunched up his nose, deciding not to answer the other for he knew it would be pointless. Gojo grinned at him, and Suguru was honestly too tired to even be pissed.
Looking up, Gojo took a step back and threw the flat cigarette butt over the school’s roof.
"Now no one will find it.” Gojo winked at him.
Suguru inwardly sighed in relief. Everything was okay now, and they managed to save their asses from getting caught. Setting a part of the school's rooftop on fire was a bizarre experience, and definitely not a good mark on their records so Suguru was honestly thankful for Gojo's fast thinking.
But Gojo was still a little shit, and that he's the real cause of this fire.
"Hey, thanks." Suguru scratched the back of his head, avoiding Gojo’s eyes. “For, uhm, for putting out the fire…”
"Gojo Satoru saved the day, huh?" Suguru's lips thinned, and he raised his hand, ready to smack Gojo's arm when suddenly, the metallic door opened and a furious Yaga-sensei appeared. It was like he knew what was up, and Suguru suddenly got all nervous.
Shoko was right: a suspension didn't sound appealing.
“You two! What on earth happened here?"
~~*~~
Suguru sighed, resting his chin on the heels of his palm as he gazed out the window. After that stupid fiasco, Yaga-sensei, fortunately, didn't spot any traces of the cigarette and only questioned what had happened. Suguru had panicked, but Gojo quickly stepped in and told Yaga that he bought a small firework.
Fireworks were forbidden, but since Gojo was a transferee student, and Suguru guessed Gojo's family was influential enough not to get him in trouble - in the end, the two of them were let off with a warning, and two weeks detention.
Just Great.
Well, it could’ve been worse. Suguru could’ve been suspended, and maybe not graduate in time.
He’d definitely lay off smoking near school grounds for a while.
Releasing another sigh, Suguru slowly turned his head to his right and looked at Gojo, who was seated next to him, adorning a pout as he looked down at his desk.
“What are you sulking about? Regret enrolling in a public high school now?
Gojo snapped his head up, shaking his head dejectedly.
“I couldn’t find the blue rose anywhere,” Gojo sighed, carding his hand through his hair, and Suguru definitely ignored the way his cheeks heated up as he saw Gojo’s unblemished forehead.
“That was expensive.”
Suguru snorted, putting his hand over his lips. Gojo, on the other hand, didn't look impressed and proceeded to complain about how he spent his allowance on that flower, and that he had to sneak out just to buy it for him.
That information caught Suguru off-guard. Who in their right mind would spend something so overpriced just for him? He’s a nobody. Just some high school kid that plays too many video games.
But knowing Gojo for an hour now, Suguru knew he is one of those kinds of people who would do just that.
"I'll give you a proper bouquet soon, Suguru."
Gojo Satoru was intriguing, and Suguru was sure that if he didn't allow himself to know him more, he would regret it.
"Suguru, don't laugh! I swear I will! You can count on me!"
“Gojo…”
“Call me Satoru.”
Suguru blinked, but then smiled, ignoring the pounding of his heart.
"You're pretty, Satoru."
Satoru's whole body froze, and Suguru smirked, finally getting his revenge when Gojo first called him pretty. It's funny to think that Gojo was that wide-eyed kid who asked him out of the blue - small and looking all weird, wearing a yukata in a park.
But now, Gojo was ...
"Yeah, I know I am."
Suguru rolled his eyes and the two boys burst into laughter, only to stop as the door slid open with Yaga-sensei peeking in.
He and Gojo quickly sat up straight, turning their gaze elsewhere. Yaga looked at them for a few seconds before leaving with a grunt - the duo, once again, looking at each other with mischief written on their faces.
“So…” Gojo started, taking his round sunglasses off casually, and Suguru had to admit, he looked gorgeous doing that.
"Will you go out with me? I'm taller and in the same school as you. You can't reject me now."
"Hmmm, you’re persuasive huh," Suguru hummed, lips curled up in a smile as he leaned back on his chair, eyes locked on the white-haired teen who seemed to look a little too flustered as he stared at him.
Good , Suguru thought, he should be flustered under my presence.
"You know, I think I have a thing for pretty boys and apparently… weirdos."
"Well, you're in luck!" And as Satoru grinned, Suguru knew he'd have so many interesting moments with this weirdo.
Getou Suguru, 28 years old.
The first thing that Suguru thought as he watched his lover turn around, eyes widening as a bouquet was shoved in his face was - he's adorable.
Satoru gasped loudly, eyes widening as he gazed down at the bouquet presented a little too close to his face.
“Suguru!”
Suguru had planned this bouquet months before their anniversary date. He opted for two dozen red roses, but Suguru realized that red roses were too boring and plain to give to Satoru. So, even if it costs more than regular roses, Suguru pre-ordered a bouquet arrangement that consisted of a dozen blue roses with a few pieces of lavender lilacs, blue periwinkle, and few base flowers in the shade of violet and azure.
"You're right. Blue roses were expensive as hell, but you're worth it."
"Suguru…"
"Happy anniversary, my weirdo."
"Happy anniversary too, my emo baby boo." Satoru stood up, the bouquet now pressed between their chest as they kissed. Suguru automatically wrapped an arm around Satoru's waist; kissing Satoru felt heavenly and Suguru could kiss him forever if he's allowed to.
They only broke apart due to the lack of air, and Satoru, who was now pumped with too much excitement, began telling Suguru what he had planned for tonight.
"You thought you're the only one who has a surprise, huh? Get ready, Suguru! I'm so gonna outdo you that you'll want to buy me sweets every week!"
Suguru would buy him all the sweets in the world every day, but Satoru didn’t have to know the power he had over him.
"So, Suguru. Will you go out with me?"
Suguru rolled his eyes but nodded with a smile printed on his face. As the two of them walked out with Satoru rambling about this newly opened bakery downtown, Suguru carefully inserted one hand in his pocket, finding the small velvet box still tucked in carefully.
He couldn't wait to ask Satoru later on.
Outdo this, Satoru.