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"For the millionth time, Suguru, will you just stop?"
Suguru Geto laughed heartily as Satoru Gojo whined. He watched as his best friend-turned-boyfriend pulled his square glasses down, put on a show of rolling his eyes and pushed his glasses back on. Blue eyes sparkled with annoyance while Suguru's purple ones glittered with barely concealed mirth at Satoru's reaction.
"It's adorable!" Suguru said, his palm slapping repeatedly against the hard plastic.
The phone holder wobbled comically. The small figurine of Gojo Satoru dressed in his teacher's uniform complete with the black blindfold smiled happily at Suguru as it stilled. He hit the spiky hair again, and, feeling like he was a child, he burst out laughing once more.
"You'd be annoyed too if it was you," Satoru grumbled, typing away on his laptop. Yet there was a smile on his face as he watched Suguru.
"I didn't find any. There was a figurine although it was Kenjaku, so I didn't buy it."
"I am sure yours was sold out. I'll check it on the internet later and then let you know exactly what it's like watching your head move around like that."
"It's not technically your head, Satoru, it's just plastic." Suguru pointed out, fingers tracing each spike on the bobblehead Satoru.
"Well, he looks like me and he has my name and he wears glasses, so of course, it's my head."
"He wears sunglasses though and that's because his eyes are too powerful."
Satoru sighed dramatically, "My bad vision is being made fun of by millions of people." He put the laptop aside, lying down on his stomach next to Suguru who began to run his fingers through his snowy hair.
"They don't know you are practically blind," Suguru cooed in his ear.
Pressing his fingers against Suguru's face, Satoru pushed him away. He snorted loudly, "As if you are any better! You are being controlled by a gazillion-year-old geezer's brain. You are a zombie. I am the main character, loved by all."
Turning on his back, Suguru muttered, "You are rotting in a cube with no chance of getting out, Satoru, don't kid yourself."
"At least I am a hero!"
"You are a weirdo, that's who you are." That earned him an elbow in the ribs. "Anyway, I like you way better than I like him. No one knows who you are."
"Wow, Suguru, thanks."
Suguru sat up. Brushing his long, dark locks out of his face he started, "I am serious! The Satoru in there is a prick. Everyone who reads and watches the show agrees. You, you are nothing like him," putting his palms over Satoru's cheeks, he continued, "you are sweet as much as you are kind. I can't ever imagine you being a prick. Hell, I can't ever imagine you mustering up the courage to tell the barista that you asked for sugar."
"Weren't you just complimenting me?" Satoru said through pouted lips.
"This is a compliment. You are too hot for your own good. But you can't talk to save your life," he grinned, "so that's one less worry for me."
Enclosing his hands over Suguru's, Satoru said, "there's nothing for you to worry about. You are too good for me."
"I know," Suguru wriggled his brows, "that's why I am a mass murderer, right? Because according to a certain someone, villains don't get fangirls."
Satoru groaned, "I didn't know it would backfire! I was not about to make people thirst over you. I already had a hard time getting our classmates off your back when we started going out. So I thought, fuck it, I am going to make you into the worst person ever and I didn't know they'd make you the baddest from the worst."
Suguru chuckled, "I don't mind being either of those two things." He glanced at the glittering band on his finger and then at Satoru's matching one, "when you proposed, you promised you'd immortalize our love. And you did. In the best way possible. And now, whatever universe we might be in, whatever situation we might counter, there is always one common factor among them all. In every universe, you and I love each other unconditionally. That's the only thing that matters to me. No matter what world I am in, Satoru, I will always find my way to you. And you to me. I know that already, you need not say it," he hushed Satoru, "I love you. You are my one and only and that's how it will remain for all of my lives, both real and fictitious."
"Suguru," he whispered, his heart and soul burning, "I love you so much."
"Enough to bring me back to life again?" he teased, brushing his lips against Satoru's.
Eyes glistening, Satoru laughed, "Maybe not that much."