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The only reason Suguru doesn’t stumble when Satoru suddenly drapes himself over his back, hanging off him like a monkey, is that Satoru has been doing it so often and so regularly that a part of Suguru expects this to happen at any given moment.
“Where are you going?” Satoru wants to know, at least keeping his voice appropriately low for how close he is to Suguru’s ear and Suguru sighs.
“Off to a mission, remember?” he asks and reaches up to flick Satoru’s forehead.
Yaga told them just a few hours ago during class after all. Satoru really shouldn’t have forgotten this already, but Suguru suspects it’s more that Satoru didn’t even listen in the first place.
“Without me?” Satoru gasps out and Suguru rolls his eyes.
“You have your own mission to go to, Satoru, please, at least try to pay attention to these things,” Suguru sighs out, even though he knows that it’s futile.
Satoru doesn’t care enough to listen to anything the higher-ups have to say and his track record sadly proves him right too, because so far he still excelled in everything they told him to do.
Honestly, it would be infuriating if Suguru didn’t like to see the higher-ups to struggle like they do with Satoru.
It’s one of his few sources of amusement in this school and so he shamelessly enables Satoru whenever he can.
“Bah, mission, schmission. I’ll be done in no time and then what do I do? Be bored to death?”
“You could always pick up a hobby,” Suguru suggests and Satoru makes a thoughtful noise.
“I do have a hobby, though,” he muses and Suguru knows the next words to come out of his mouth are going to be absolutely stupid because Satoru rubs his cheek against Suguru’s like an overgrown, overly affectionate cat. “My hobby is to pester you.”
“Wonderful,” Suguru deadpans and shoves Satoru’s face away, before he can turn fully red.
Satoru doesn’t need to see that.
“Hey,” Satoru exclaims, but he does slide off Suguru’s shoulder and Suguru absolutely refuses to admit that he misses the proximity. “But for real. How long will you take?” Satoru then asks, falling into step next to Suguru and their arms brush together.
It would be easy to reach out for Satoru’s hand, thread their fingers together, but Suguru pushes that thought far, far away. It’s just as easy for that small action to break their friendship and Suguru is not going to take that chance.
“Dunno. They booked a hotel room for me, though, so I’m guessing I won’t be back before tomorrow.”
“No,” Satoru whines out, dramatically dragging his hands over his face before he fixes Suguru with a desperate look. “You can’t leave me alone for that long, I’m going to die.”
It’s nice, to hear Satoru talk like that, because it means he really, honestly does enjoy Suguru’s company and what more can Suguru really wish for?
“A day won’t kill you,” Suguru still promises him. “Besides. You’ll be busy with your own mission and I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Not true, I always know when you’re gone,” Satoru grumbles under his breath before he heaves out a sigh. “Fine, I guess, I’ll just wither away in solitude. I hope you remember me fondly if you find the time.”
“Unlikely,” Suguru shoots back and laughs when Satoru’s head flies around to him, his eyes big with surprise and faked hurt.
“You don’t love me at all,” he cries out, crashing into Suguru’s side and slinging his arms around his middle, completely at odds with what he’s saying. “Why are you being so mean to me?”
“Making it easier for you to last a day without me,” Suguru gives back and then pats Satoru’s head with a sigh. “If you wither away, I’ll be devastated. Who’s going to keep me entertained then?” he asks and his heart doesn’t stutter in his chest when Satoru blinks up at him.
“Fair,” he shortly gives back, but shows no intention at all to move away from Suguru.
Suguru doesn’t let that stop him, though, because he has a mission to go to and the sooner he gets started on that, the sooner he’ll be back.
And besides—
“You act as if you’re the only one who is being left alone.”
It’s the closest he’ll come to saying that he’s going to miss Satoru, too, because it will make him insufferable should Suguru ever put that into actual words, but Suguru knows that Satoru understands him when he smushes his face into Suguru’s chest.
“Good,” he mutters but he doesn’t actually say anything else until they reach the entrance of the school.
“This is where I leave now,” Suguru tells him and extracts himself out of Satoru’s clutches. “Behave until I come back, will you?”
“So you mean to tell me I’m not allowed to wreak havoc and chaos on the school?” Satoru blinks at him innocently and Suguru laughs.
“Please let there be a place for me to come back to once I finished my mission.”
“Only because you said please,” Satoru decides and then slaps Suguru’s back. “Be safe.”
“I will. You, too,” Suguru gives back because Satoru does have his own mission to get to and Suguru doesn’t care if he has Infinity or not.
He always tells Satoru to be safe, too.
“Sure thing,” Satoru salutes him and then marches right off, as if the entire previous conversation didn’t happen and it doesn’t matter to him at all if Suguru stays or leaves.
Good thing Suguru knows him better than that; he knows Satoru hates to be the one being left, so he makes sure to always leave first and Suguru is more than willing to wait the extra minute until Satoru disappears behind a building.
It’s only then that he gets going himself.
~*~*~
Suguru is beat when he drags himself back to the school. There might have been a hotel room waiting for him, but the curse was a pesky little thing, annoying the hell out of him and leading him in circles for the better part of the night, so Suguru didn’t get a wink of sleep.
He swears he can hear his bed calling out to him from where he’s standing and he doesn’t have it in him to inform Satoru that he’s back first.
Suguru face-plants into his bed the moment it’s in reach and he swears he falls asleep right then and there.
The last thing he remembers thinking is that his bed smells like Satoru, which must be a trick of his sleep-deprived senses and then that familiar scent is what tips him over the edge to sleep.
He wakes up with Satoru’s scent in his nose as well and it makes his chest ache with longing, even though it’s probably still a figment of his imagination.
There’s no way his bed should smell like Satoru after all.
~*~*~
“Another over-night mission?” Satoru idly asks him, spinning a pen over his fingers.
It’s making Suguru a little bit dizzy, trying to follow it with his eyes and so he’s thankful for Satoru’s distraction.
“Yeah, apparently. What, you going to cry yourself to sleep if I’m not there?” he asks, because for all that Satoru is named the trouble maker of the duo, Suguru damn well knows how to needle him on as well.
He smiles when the pen hits him squarely in the chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smugly says and fights the urge to pinch Satoru’s cheeks when he puffs them up.
“Dream on,” he replies, flopping down over the table. “It’s just—quiet when you’re not here,” he then admits and Suguru sighs.
“Good thing you talk a lot then, isn’t it?”
“But who am I going to talk to? Shoko? She’s going to slice me neatly in half, Infinity be damned,” Satoru gives back and it does make Suguru feel a little bit bad, hearing how dejected Satoru is.
“It’s just one night, Satoru,” he says and slides his fingers into Satoru’s hair, scratching at his scalp. “I’ll be back before you know it, promise.”
“One night is very long,” Satoru mutters, but doesn’t move his head away. “Make sure to be here early, tomorrow. Not like the last time.”
“It wasn’t my choice to run around a stupid curse for the entire night,” Suguru mildly reminds him. “I don’t like being away for too long either.” Being away from you, he doesn’t say.
“Okay,” Satoru gives back, as if that reassurance was all he needed and neither of them mentions Suguru’s hand still in Satoru’s hair, even as they fall silent.
It’s a nice thing to do, right before a mission, Suguru thinks and wonders if he’ll get Satoru to allow him this again in the future.
~*~*~
Suguru comes back in the middle of the night. This curse was decidedly easier to deal with and Suguru would rather sleep at home, in his own bed, than some random hotel room, so he decided to sacrifice an hour of sleep in favour of getting home early.
Everything on campus is dark, which was to be expected; what was not to be expected though, is what Suguru finds in his room.
Because his bed is decidedly not empty when he gets close to it.
Satoru is soundly asleep in it, limbs closely tucked to himself and his face buried in Suguru’s pillow and Suguru thinks back to the last time he came back from a mission.
He had thought his bed had smelled like Satoru then, but he had put it off as a hallucination of his sleep addled mind. Clearly he was wrong to do so.
Suguru sighs with exhaustion. There are three things he can do now: wake Satoru up and make him go back to his own room, go to Satoru’s room and sleep there or simply slide into bed with Satoru because it is, after all, his own.
Normally, Suguru would never consider the last option, because what if Satoru freaks out when he wakes up only to find Suguru in bed with him, but Satoru is literally in his bed right now, so clearly he doesn’t mind too much.
Suguru’s heart beats fast in his chest because surely this must mean something to Satoru as well and maybe it’s not all that one sided, like Suguru had always thought.
But that’s a problem for tomorrow, Suguru then decides and slides right in next to Satoru. He doesn’t so much as stir with the movement, but he does curl a little bit closer to Suguru and Suguru dares to shuffle in close, putting his arm around Satoru’s middle and resting their foreheads together.
He’s asleep in seconds, the soft sounds of Satoru’s breathing following him even into his dreams.
~*~*~
Suguru is rudely awoken by a startled yelp.
“What the fuck,” he hears Satoru mutter before he feels him scramble away and now that finally prompts Suguru to open his eyes.
“What are you doing?” he wants to know, refusing to raise his head because he’s warm and comfy and he wasn’t quite done with sleeping yet.
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” Satoru yells out as he presses himself against the wall.
“This is my bed, yes?” Suguru asks and watches in fascination how Satoru goes bright red in the face.
“You weren’t supposed to be back, yet,” he whispers out, the horror so very audible in his voice and Suguru snorts softly.
“No, shit. Now get back here, I was comfy and now I’m getting cold.”
“Get back?” Satoru asks, clearly not processing what Suguru wants from him and Suguru sighs before he reaches out, wrapping his hand around Satoru’s arm to tug him close again.
“Come here, Satoru,” Suguru says, not letting go until Satoru is crawling back under the blanket, though he seems cautious, his body all rigid lines as if he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.
As if he’s waiting for Suguru to kick him out.
“Relax,” Suguru mutters, moving closer to Satoru. “Sleep some more.”
“Are you—going to kill me in my sleep?” Satoru finally asks, going a little pale around the nose and Suguru smiles at him.
“No.”
“Then you’re going to kick my ass once you’re fully rested?” Satoru asks next and Suguru sighs, dragging his eyes back open.
“Why do you want me to be mad so badly?”
“Because this is your bed?”
“Ah, so you do know that,” Suguru teases him and then decides to just fuck it.
He slings his arm around Satoru’s middle and pulls him close, slots him against the lines of his own body.
Satoru is stiff in his hold.
“Relax,” Suguru tries again. “I’m not mad.”
“If you’re not mad, then what are you?” Satoru whispers out, though he slowly relaxes in Suguru’s hold and Suguru hides his face in Satoru’s hair when he rests his hands carefully on Suguru’s chest.
“Happy,” Suguru gives back, nuzzling the top of Satoru’s head. “Thinking of sleeping like this every night.”
“You—I—” Satoru clearly doesn’t know what to say to that and normally Suguru would tease him for it, but he truly is too comfortable for that right now.
“I have missed you,” he says instead, because it’s true and it’s clearly what Satoru was feeling when he crawled into Suguru’s bed as well.
“I missed you, too,” Satoru quietly replies and Suguru nods, thought clearly Satoru is still not satisfied. Or maybe he’s still panicking, you never know with him. “It’s just—what does it mean, Suguru?” he asks, and Suguru hates to hear how his voice shakes over the question.
“I literally just said I want to sleep like this every night, with you, in my arms. What could it possibly mean, Satoru?” he gives back, because for all that he’s certain that Satoru feels the same as him, he can’t quite bring himself to say that he loves him.
Not yet, anyway.
“I see,” Satoru whispers out and then tilts his head to press a kiss to Suguru’s chin. “It means that you don’t mind that I’m here.”
It’s such an understatement that Suguru feels compelled to correct it.
“It means I love having you here.” I love you, he means and he guesses he got his meaning across when Satoru slowly grins at him.
“I love being here, too,” he gives back and Suguru kisses his forehead.
It’s all he can do right now, because he is still sleepy and comfortable and he knows that there could be no thought about sleep if he kisses Satoru on the lips right now, so he decides to schedule that for later, when they both wake up again.
“Sleep some more then,” Suguru tells him and Satoru immediately presses close, wriggles around like a happy cat until Suguru squeezes him in warning.
“Sleep,” he reminds him again and Satoru lets out a content sigh.
“Good night, Suguru,” he whispers out, his lips brushing against the skin of Suguru’s throat and Suguru thinks that Satoru must hear just how fast his heart is beating but he doesn’t comment on it.
Maybe because Suguru can feel Satoru’s heart beat just as fast and this time when Suguru falls asleep it’s with Satoru’s smell in his nose, his body in his arms and the knowledge that they’ll get to do this in the future again and again in his mind.
It’s the best sleep he’s ever gotten. (And waking up to kisses from Satoru is the best way to wake up as well.)