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Suguru was exhausted; there was no other way to describe the feeling. He was tired of training, tired of pining over his best friend, tired of fighting/hiding his feelings for his best friend, and tired of dealing with the entire Jujutsu world. He just needed to slip into a coma for about three days and he’s sure he’d be fine, so why does the world currently fucking insist on keeping him awake?
He left the training grounds today fully intending on skipping dinner and slipping into his coma when Satoru runs up behind him yelling in his extremely irritating voice, “~Sugu-kun~! Come to dinner with me! There’s a new place I've been meaning to try. Shoko told me to beat it when I invited her! I was hoping blah blah blah, revolving sushi, blah blah blah, delicious, blah blah blah.” Now, Suguru was fully planning on refusing to go, but he stayed silent too long and Satoru heard his rumbling stomach and took that as his answer.
So now he was dragged to a revolving sushi place he doesn’t remember the name of with his abrasive/adorable best friend who has decided to make Suguru’s life a personal hell by attempting to continue a conversation with him. He just keeps talking, Suguru laments. He doesn’t know how this man has new things to tell him because they’ve been living under the same roof and seeing each other every single day for three years. Although Satoru is acting slightly more fidgety than normal, whatever, it’s probably just his slowed-down brain reacting to Satoru’s usual hyperactivity. Satoru is still chattering away about something, what is it? Oh, it’s the reproductive cycle of birds. Not unusual for Satoru. Suguru selects a random dish from the conveyor belt and returns his eyes to Satoru who, surprisingly, has stopped talking and is looking at him expectantly. “Yeah, totally,” Suguru says non-committally. He’s dealt with enough of Satoru’s rants to know agreeing with him will be the easiest way to get him started back up so Suguru can continue to blanket his tired ears with white noise.
After he murmurs that phrase, however, Satoru doesn’t continue to talk; he sits there blissfully silent. He does continue to state at Suguru though, which is starting to become unnerving. Suguru’s job is to sit there and stare, not Satoru’s. He doesn’t know what to do, so he inquires, “How’s the sushi?” If he’s being honest, the sushi is actually fairly decent. Even with his whole body on autopilot, he can still sense the delicious flavor and delicate texture of the meal. Satoru just quirks his head to the side but seems to ignore the sudden change in subject and responds, “This sushi is great, but I would really love to roll into bed with you right now.”
Suguru’s brain does compute that this is a pick-up line but ignores everything but the word bread and replies, “Sure, definitely.”
Satoru is surprised by this reaction but doesn’t want to do anything to fuck up the opportunity he has just been presented with and doesn’t even wait for the check. He abuses his rich clan privileges and slaps too much money on the table before bodily dragging Suguru out of his seat by his wrist.
Suguru isn’t ready for this change of pace and follows for a few blocks, not registering anything that’s being said. His tired brain slowly working enough to recognize Satoru is talking again, much faster than normal. Suguru is actually starting to get frustrated by the speed of Satoru and in a moment of lucidity, plants his feet and rips his arm away from Satoru. He gets a kicked puppy look from Satoru before Suguru says sharply, “Slow down! I’m tired of this. I need a moment.”
He receives an even sadder kicked puppy look from Satoru before Satoru gives him a rejected sigh. “I knew this night was going too smooth.”
“What’s going too smooth?”
“Y’know,” Satoru gestures between the two of them, “this.”
“What do you mean? We just went out for sushi. Nothing super novel about that.” Suguru crosses his arms defensively.
Satoru lets out another sigh. Suguru was wondering if he was letting out too much oxygen in his sighs. He was sighing too much, not enough air was going to his brain.
“Were you even listening to a word I said tonight Suguru?’
This is one of the first times Suguru has ever seen his best friend look genuinely sad, what right does this overly-expressive asshole have to make him feel bad about being tired?
“I heard every word you said about a bird’s reproductive system.”
Satoru deflates even more, if possible. His shoulders have completely caved in his usually proud figure. “Anything else Suguru? Anything about my frankly embarrassing confession to you?”
This is the first Suguru has heard of a confession. “What?” He exclaims. He racks his brain for anything he even vaguely remembers about any confession, unfortunately, his exhaustion-muddled brain can’t pull anything out of his memory archives. He stares at Satoru wide-eyed, their roles from earlier flipped with Suguru waiting for a response from Satoru.
Satoru realizes that Suguru remembers nothing and turns back toward their path home, crestfallen. He slowly stalks away from the dark street cornerSuguru feels a bout of rage surge within him when he feels his best friend abandons him. “Satoru! Don’t you dare leave me here!”
Satoru ignores him, so Suguru clamps his hand down on Satoru’s thin wrist. Satoru gets frustrated when he can’t continue sulking towards Jujutsu Tech.
“Let go of me Suguru! It’s pretty obvious how you feel about me, so don’t waste your energy trying to convince me otherwise.”
It finally clicks in Suguru’s brain. Satoru actually changed out of his uniform to go out to eat, Shoko oddly couldn’t make it even though she has the same schedule they do, the strange staring as Suguru agreed to something he didn’t quite feel the consequences of yet. Satoru likes him! His brain screams at him. He’s so shocked at the reciprocity he almost lets go of Satoru’s wrist. Keyword: almost. He pulls Satoru around to face him. He desperately searches Satoru’s face. Satoru’s face is a map leading from hopelessness to hope and everything in between. Suguru takes this as a sign and hopes his brain computed this correctly before he puts both hands around Satoru’s face and pulls him in for a kiss. Suguru overestimated how tense Satoru would be and accidentally slams their faces together in a kiss slightly too aggressive to be pleasant. Suguru quickly fixes his mistake and after a few seconds of awkward one-sided kissing deflates, assuming he guessed wrong and moves to pull his face away from Satoru’s.
He’s about to start feeling ashamed and start pouting like Satoru when he feels long, slender fingers grasp his chin and gracefully pull their lips together. Even though Suguru was the one who initiated the kiss, he was still surprised to feel that his interest was reciprocated. And by the firmness and confidence of the other’s lips, very reciprocated. Suguru attempted to pull away from their intimate lip-locking to talk about what this meant, but based on the hand that firmly grasped his chin when he was trying to pull away, Satoru didn’t want to do that. Suguru breathed through his nose and went along with the feeling of the passionate yet gentle press of lips. They stood there for a long while, long enough that Satoru decided that it was awkward to be making out in the middle of a street corner and pushed Suguru back down a less well-lit section of the sidewalk. It was only a few more seconds before they separated, gasping for air. Suguru noticed the thin line of spit connecting their lips, and although saliva isn’t usually attractive to him, when it’s attached to Satoru he seems to make it exponentially more enticing. So much so, in fact, that Suguru can’t help pressing his lips to Satoru’s once more, breaking the spit chain.
Satoru drops his hand and gasps, “So was that pity kiss or-”
Suguru stops the awkward ramble before it happens by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and starting on his own passionate rant.
“Satoru, you idiot, stop talking. I could never pity you. I kissed you because,” he paused to take a fortifying breath, “Because I like you. You just confessed on the wrong day. I was super tired and not receiving the signals you were putting out. It’s not an excuse for being a slight asshole, but if this had happened yesterday or tomorrow, I definitely would’ve been more receptive to this.”
When he finished he looked down at his toes. He smoothed his hands nervously over Satoru’s shoulders while waiting for a response. He didn’t know what he was waiting for. He knew it wasn’t a rejection as evidenced from the pretty intense make-out session they just shared. The pause was dragging on for much longer than Suguru was anticipating. His hands were still at Satoru’s shoulders and he realized he could feel that Satoru’s breathing was just noticeably uneven. He risked a glance and noticed Satoru smiling at him with the force of a thousand suns. It felt powerful. It wasn’t a megawatt smile, more a humble smile filled with enough emotion to drown Suguru in pure feeling. One couldn’t pick out any discernable emotion from everything displayed on Satoru’s face at that moment.
Suguru has, for the first time, rendered Satoru speechless. Satoru is still staring at him brimming with emotion and Suguru has to go back to looking at the ground. Satoru sighs again and right as Suguru is about to ruin the moment, his chin is grabbed and he is forced to look into Satoru’s crystal blue eyes again. Now Suguru is speechless.
Satoru seems to finally find his voice and declares, “You’re usually slightly an asshole, today was more of a definite asshole day. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up on it, I should’ve, especially since I was trying to do something important to our relationship. If you don’t mind, I would love to take you up on your offer of a tomorrow date?”
Suguru giggles, actually giggles, and replies, “Sure you doofus.”
On their walk back to Jujutsu Tech, Suguru tries to pay attention, really does, but unfortunately, after all the happy chemicals wore off after their make-out, he had nothing left. There was so much yawning coming from him. Satoru seemed to take pity on his drained state and talked less, and also more softly. Suguru has never liked him more at that moment, and he tells him: “I like you normally, but I think I lo-like you, even more, when you just let me look at your pretty face.” Satoru chuckles and shoves Suguru’s shoulder with his own and Suguru wasn’t prepared and his usual perfect balance, necessary for battle, is gone. Satoru has to grab him by the elbow to keep him standing. Suguru, for some reason going into sappy cuddle mode while tired rests his head on Satoru’s, should once Satoru pulls him back up from his almost-fall. Satoru just accepts it and wraps his arm around Suguru’s waist.
“How did you convince Shoko not to come?” It might be surprising to some people, but Shoko enjoys hanging out with the two idiots she calls friends.
“I just had to tell her that we were going out to karaoke.” Satoru’s lying, Shoko wouldn’t miss out on a chance to drink unsupervised.
“Yeah, okay, keep your secrets.”
“Oh, I plan to Suguru. Contrary to popular belief I am very good at keeping secrets.”
“You set her up with someone.”
“Oh yeah, she should be out the whole night. The girl has very nice, ahem, should I say, assets?”