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Satoru has a problem. It’s not that big of a deal to him per se, but it might be to other people.
He likes to steal people’s clothes. More specifically, Suguru’s. It’s not for something weird if that’s what you're thinking. No rituals that needed an article of clothing from the person you most desire to sacrifice just so you can have all their love whatsoever. It’s just a harmless little problem or habit of his.
Satoru and Suguru are almost the same height. Maybe Satoru is slightly ten centimeters taller than Suguru but his build is much broader than him. Thus, explains why he likes to steal clothes from him as it fits on him perfectly. Why wear his boring old clothes provided by the clan when he can sneakily steal some of Suguru’s that smells just like fresh laundry and warm just like him.
It all started when Suguru lent him his uniform because Satoru’s was soaking wet because he had to go jump in a river to save a cat almost drowning. When they could've just used one of Suguru’s curses to help jump into it and save it but he just had to become a hero that day. Suguru noticed that he was shivering the whole way back and decided to take off his jacket and wrap him up in it.
“You’re a dumbass you know that right,” Suguru said softly with a hint of worry in his voice at Satoru and looking all over him to see if there was any injury.
“But you love this dumbass,” Satoru replied, smiling cheekily at him. “I wish we could take the cat home with us but you had to go and refuse because Yaga sensei wouldn't let us keep him.”
“You know I'm right. Besides, I wouldn't want Nanami’s allergies acting up everyday because of one cat. He’ll get even more cranky.”
“That’s his problem. I will simply keep the cat in my room. Or yours. We can co-parent.”
“Maybe some time in the future we can take all the stray cats you want home together.” Suguru replies with a better solution to make Satoru’s pout go away.
“Thanks Suguru you always support me and my ideas.” Satoru grinned widely at the thought of moving in a house together with Suguru some time in the future. “Also, why is your uniform more comfortable than mine? Why is the button at the side and not in the middle like mine?”
“Well, I had it measured in my size and requested for it to be in the special material I wanted.” Suguru said like it's the most obvious and non complicated thing in the world. How did Satoru not know this?
“I didn't know we could do that. Maybe I'll have a whole wardrobe change and request my uniform to be like yours then. We can match.”
“Whatever you want, Satoru. Just don't go sneaking into my room and stealing mine.”
“Oh don't you worry Suguru, I would never! Yours would be too big on me with those big strong arms of yours.”
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Satoru has a total of four sweaters, two mismatched socks and one scarf that he stole from Suguru’s wardrobe. Technically the scarf was wrapped around him when they were out together and he forgot to give it back. The other clothing he took on the other hand...was maybe stolen. Borrowed by him. Who needs all the sweaters anyway? Not Suguru.
“Satoru, do you know where my blue sweater is?” Satoru can hear Suguru yelling at him from afar and senses him walking towards his room.
“I've never seen you wear a blue sweater in my life ever” Satoru quickly took off said blue sweater that is mentioned and threw it in the pile of clothes in his closet before Suguru walks in on him wearing it. “Maybe you left it in the laundry room, have you tried looking there?”
Satoru barely has any time hiding the sweater as Suguru slides the door open without knocking. Was that blue sweater really that important?
“Weren't you the one helping me do my laundry? I thought you brought it all back here.” Suguru asked suspiciously. He looks around the room as if the sweater might be laying around in here. Why would it be? Why was Satoru standing on guard in front of his closet? “Why are you guarding your closet like that? Do you have something to hide, Satoru?”
“No I do not, you're gonna say I stole your clothes next. Go ahead and look for it then.” Satoru sighs in defeat but still not budging from the spot.
Suguru can see Satoru fidgeting. This is very unusual of his normal confident self. He definitely has something to hide, probably his blue sweater. “Are you gonna move out of the way or..?”
“Make me.”
“If you say so,” Suguru strutted towards Satoru and gently held his hips to push him out of the way. Satoru does not put up a fight as he accepts his fate yet again and now he is out of the way. Suguru rummages through the pile of clothes and look what it is, the blue damn sweater. “This is surprising, did you even try to hide it?”
“I found it hanging around in your room, you've never even really worn it.”
“Sure, but it isn't an invitation to just take it away from me. What if it’s the last gift I have ever received from my beloved cousin? My mother?”
“You're right, I apologize. It's just that your clothes fit so well on me and it’s warm and smells like you. It just feels like home, you know.” Satoru decides not to drag this whole thing all over and admits his...habit. But he will not be admitting about all the other clothes that are tucked away somewhere else because that’s for him to know and Suguru to find out.
“That’s a fast admission, thank you for apologizing and telling the truth.” Suguru tilts his head towards Satoru who is avoiding eye contact. “You know you could’ve just asked for my sweaters and i would give it to you because i know how you find them comfortable,”
Satoru slowly lifts up his gaze towards Suguru’s purple eyes and blinks confusedly. “You would really give them to me? I don't have to put up a fight for it?”
“Yeah, maybe they fit you better than me. And I likeitwhenyouwearmyclothes.”
“What?” Satoru did catch up on what Suguru said but maybe he just wants to hear him repeat it one more time.
“I know you heard that I’m not repeating it.” Suguru rolls his eyes and Satoru who is now smirking mischievously with sparkles in his bright blue eyes.
“Boo.” Satoru sticks out his tongue and walks closer towards Suguru. He is now trying to tug off the hoodie with cat imprints on it that he was currently wearing. Well, what Satoru wants Satoru gets , Suguru thought to himself.
“You really are shameless, stealing my hoodie when I’m currently wearing it? How adorable.” Suguru said, lifting up his hand so Satoru could tug the hoodie off him easily. “How many more of my very comfortable clothes have you stolen, Satoru?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Your hoodies do warm me up perfectly as always.”
“I could warm you up myself.”
“With what, your big strong calloused hands? Sure Suguru let’s get you to bed,”
“What, you don’t think I can?” Suguru immediately squishes Satoru’s cheeks together to make him shut up. Satoru tries to lick off his hands with his fish looking mouth and he can feel the saliva on his hand.
“Brat,” Suguru said, not letting go of his hand.
“You can try warming up my bed then,” Suguru faintly heard Satoru saying that in muffled voices and immediately let go of his hand to really look at him and analyze if he was saying the truth. He is.
“Oh? And what do I get in return?” Suguru asked teasingly knowing damn well he has been waiting for this since forever.
“Maybe you’ll get to see what else I have stolen from you.” Satoru winks and pulls himself off Suguru’s warm body. He could be his personal heater now. “Goodbye Suguru, see you tonight!”
“This is literally your room but sure see you.” Suguru sighs lovingly at Satoru. He really is in love with this idiot.