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Valentine’s Day is fast approaching this weekend and Satoru doesn’t have anything planned for his husband’s arrival home. Suguru had been teaching full-time at the Kyoto sister school for a full month now, so Satoru was anxiously scrambling to finish as much of his work as he could in preparation of making the 14th extra special. Now that his work is finished, he combs through every sweet snack he has in the pantry so that he might stimulate his brain to produce any kind of outlandishly romantic idea.
That’s when his ears perk up to the low sound of a commercial playing on the outdated plasma screen tv, sitting on his living room table next to the stack of old knitting magazines (they were definitely Suguru’s. Nothing to see here).
Slowly he wanders towards the screen, listening to the infomercial lady narrate. It’s one of those segments that sold you quirky contraptions to make your life easier, yet somehow more difficult by adding in ten extra steps. Suguru had always been a skeptic, but Satoru? Oh, Satoru could never hold back his credit card details for a handy potty putter or exquisite banana corer. One time he bought the entire sponge set from that crazy rainbow sponge lady. Unfortunately, that purchase had been quite disastrous with the twins.
This advertisement was the perfect product for Satoru’s Valentine’s Day dilemma: a heart shaped stencil for pubic hair. Absolute utter romantic genius.
Fast forward three days and four nights later, Suguru is relieved to be home and in the arms of his best friend and lover, after having been what felt like months away. He pushes Satoru to the bed and the white-haired man already had his shirt halfway off. Suguru leans in to go to town on his smexy dandelion headed sugar monster, but abruptly pauses above him with his eyes going wide.
“Like what you see, mochipoo?” Satoru bats his overly long lashes.
The heart shaped patch of snow white pubes stare Suguru in the face and a silence fills the air between them. Satoru knew the man was too stunned to speak. Stunned with his show of love and devotion, Satoru thought.
He was about to voice this when Satoru suddenly found his face muffled in heavy cotton and down, suffocating under the weight of his husband’s voluptuous body. God that man was packin.
“SuGuRU!! I did this for YOU”
Suguru whacked his husband’s head with the pillow a few more times for good measure before peering down to glare at him. The only words on his lips: “shave it.”