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The weekend came far too slowly for Satoru. He had been worked damn near death by his students are their ever-growing incompetence. Though, to be fair, he did really admire them all. He could never stay mad. Still, to drown away the tough week, he did as he usually does. Hit the city centre and go to a bar.

With it being a weekend in the middle of a city, there were many people out on the streets and roads. Most people had the same goal: de-stress after a long week. Satoru was no different, and he walked himself down to the street littered with all the more expensive bars. After a short wait and an ID check, he was in.

The music was loud, but that was obviously expected. Different coloured lights flashed from corners of the room, and in the back were booths and tables for anyone not looking to grind on a stranger. In the very centre was the main bar, and a little off to the left of it was a door leading to the kitchen, which was now closed for the night as it was late.

Satoru made his way over to the bar, pulling out a stool to sit while he waited for one of the two bartenders to serve him. Without too much of a wait, one stepped over. He was fairly tall, and he filled out in the kind of places you would expect a woman to. He was in slacks, a white button-up, and a black vest, all very clearly part of his uniform. His hair was dark, and the lights made it blend into the black vest he wore. The layers that would be gathered around his face had been tied back in a small bun.

"Can I help you, sir?" He had asked as he stepped over, his face neutral and his eyes a bit bored, though again that was hard to make out in the lighting. "A vodka soda, please. With ice." Satoru had responded, pulling out his wallet as he didn't intend on keeping open a tab. The man nodded and turned to the back, quickly putting together the drink before sliding it over to Satoru.

Satoru paid for the drink, and the bartender slipped it in the register before wandering off to serve another patron. For a minute, Satoru's eyes followed the man as he walked away, watching him serve the next few people that walked up. He really only noticed he was staring when the bartender had asked if he needed anything. It was a little embarrassing, but the bartender didn't sound like he suspected Satoru of doing it on purpose, which was a relief...

Every now and then throughout the night, Satorus thoughts would wander to the bartender. He hadn't done anything particularly special. He gave him and drink and took his money, which was his job. Why was he stuck in Satoru's mind? He didn't even know his name! All this time he spent wondering about the bartender, he forgot to wonder about what time it was. The next time he checked his phone, it was 1:45 and suddenly he remembered he had homework he had to mark tomorrow. Great, so great.

Reluctantly, he stood up and looked around the bar one last time, only for his eyes to land on that bartender again. For some odd reason, part of Satoru's tipsy mind silently begged for them to make eyecontact one more time, but they both had things they needed to be doing. However, all that was forgotten when Satoru saw his bed when he got home, and nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

The next morning only came with a faint headache, as thankfully not keeping a tab had prevented Satoru from ordering more than he needed. He threw on some running clothes and grabbed his phone and a bottle of water to go for an early morning run before the majority of people in the city woke up. It was fresh on mornings this early. The sun was out, but it wasn't hot. The breeze was cool and gentle, and the world around Satoru seemed incredibly peaceful.

As he reaches his usual café where he likes to get a morning coffee, he noticed a new yet somehow old face at the register. The bartender from the night before stood in the café uniform now, with the same hairstyle, still just as tidy. Though, now that it was day, his eyebags were visible. Still, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem as tired as Satoru figured he should've been, considering bartenders usually get off late, and now he's working early.

Admittedly, Satorus mind kept subconsciously wandering to the man on the way here. Now, standing at the ordering station, he had a chance to strike up a nice conversation with the man. "Yeah, just a hot mocha, please, extra sugar." Damn, was that really all he could think of? Not a 'Hey, didn't I see you last night?' or 'how are you?'. What was happening to him?

After what felt like ages of awkward silence, the drink was ready, and Satoru had paid. He should leave now. He has his coffee, and he's paid. Why doesn't he want to leave?

"Um, hey, didn't I see you at that bar last night?" Satoru said with a tone that perfectly reflected just how awkward he felt, which made him cringe to hear out loud.
"Oh, yeah. You ordered a vodka soda, right?" The man responded, offering a tiny smile that anyone less attentive could've missed. Yet, the boredom stayed in his tired eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, that was me! So, uh, I don't think I got your name, did I?" Satory had responded, trying to match the other man's so easily causal tone.

"Geto Suguru. And you are?" He- Geto had said, still giving Satoru that tiny smile.
"Gojo Satoru." Satoru managed to respond with, offering out his hand for a handshake.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting to meet a person from the Gojo family. That's a big name, it's a pleasure to meet you." Geto had answered him ever so politely yet ever so casually, giving him a brief handshake.
"Ahaha, yeah, kinda. Lot of pressure, you know? When I kinda just wanna live my own life." Satoru was getting better at making normal conversation.

"I get that. Who doesn't just wanna live their own life, right? So, can I expect to see you again here or at the bar sometime soon?" It had been said so innocently. There really was nothing behind it, just a way of making conversation again, yet it made Satoru's mind race like a running track. Despite all these thoughts, he spoke without thinking.
"Of course." He had offered a smile of his own in return of Getos, but internally, he was pretty sure he was crying.

The walk home was when he did his thinking. Why did he say yes so easily? Why is he still thinking about this Geto guy? Why was he so nervous? It was all a bit overwhelming for so early in the morning, yet even as the day dragged on, he couldn't get the man out of his head. The worst came when he had been going over his lesson plan for the Monday, and he stopped actually registering the words he was reading in favour of picturing Geto's face when he smiled. What the fuck.

He went to bed that night with a weird sense of shame and guilt. Geto had no idea that Satoru was constantly thinking about him, albeit unwillingly, yet still, it somehow felt like an inappropriate thing to do. He knew nothing but the man's name. Was Satoru finally losing it? Over a guy who makes drinks? Was he really going to go back to that bar in search of the guy?

The school day somehow went by fast for Satoru, though his students would argue it was the slowest day of their lives. Truthfully, Satoru had planned to go to the bar this weekend, at the very least, with a friend or something to look less like a desperate weirdo. Despite this plan, as soon as he walked down the soup and tinned sauces isle in a supermarket, there Geto was, inspecting a can of tomato paste. Satoru almost felt like he should run in the opposite direction, but Geto was quicker.

"Oh! Hey, we keep bumping into each other, huh?" Geto had laughed a little as he looked up from the can. Satoru really needed self-control right now.
"Hah, yeah, I guess we do. What are you doing?" Satoru felt like hitting himself with one of the cans. What could someone in a supermarket with a basket and items possibly be doing?
"Food shopping. Though, it's taking me a while now that all the prices have changed!" Geto had said, offering a little more enthusiasm for the conversation, trying to waft away the cloud of awkwardness looming over Satoru.

"What do you mean?" Satoru was now a little confused. What did the prices changing have to do with time spent shopping?
"I can't afford a lot of the stuff I used to buy now. I'm trying to be careful." He explained, and again, Satoru could really use a beating with a can right now. He did not like the sudden awareness of how ignorant he sounded. Was he making a fool of himself? Oh god, what is Geto thinking right now?

"Let me pay for some of the stuff then." What did he just say? Satoru struggled to believe those words had come out of his mouth. He really needed to relearn thinking before speaking when he was around Geto.
"No! No way, we've just met. And even if we were close friends, no way I'd let you pay. Thank you for offering, though. It's sweet." Geto shook his head hard and brought out a tone that was similar to the one Satoru used when his students wouldn't shut up. It faded quickly, but part of Satoru didn't think the guy was capable of being a little mean.

"Yea, sorry, sorry. That was weird of me." And Geto smiled at him understandingly after he said that. Would he dream of this slightly bigger smile, too?
"Yeah, it was, but I've heard you Gojos tend to be weird," Geto giggled to himself, not in a mean way, though. It may or may not have made Satoru's palms sweat a little.

"So, can I maybe take you out for a coffee sometime?" Now a thought Satoru had thought of. Once, he thought about it once and then let it loose. His second thought came a little too late to take it back, and he swore a bead of sweat would dribble down his knuckle onto the floor in a minute if he didn't get it together.
"Yeah, that sounds nice. Here, I'll give you my number." Geto was back to that tiny smile, but he pulled out his phone and showed Satoru his phone number. Satoru almost expected there to be liquid on the screen every time he tapped. What was happening to him, seriously!?

"There. I'll text you a location and time when I can. What days are you free?" Why was he actually playing into his own sick joke on himself. The little evil Satoru caged up in the back of his head screamed out that Satoru was crushing on the guy, but he would have extra thoughts about that later.
"Tuesday and Wednesday I should be, I'll let you know if I can't do this week, though." Geto smiled one last time, and Satoru felt little evil satoru bang on the bars of his mental cage.

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A week or so later, Gojo is digging through his wardrobe like there's going to be a pot of gold at the bottom while Shoko watches pitifully from his bed.
"You can't seriously be this stressed over going to coffee with a guy you met 2 weeks ago." She had said bluntly, not impressed by Satoru's insisting that the way he dresses for the "date" is incredibly important. "You still haven't told me his name, by the way." She said, probing him to do so.

"Okay, okay! Hold on a sec I think I found a good shirt!" Satoru had yelled like he was deep in a tunnel and Shoko was all the way at the top, which, considering the mess his room was, that was pretty accuarte. "What do you think?" Satoru posed with the shirt clinging onto his shoulders rather than just putting it on right away.

"I think no one cares. Now tell me what the guy's name is, or I'm gonna have to conclude you're lying." Shoko said, laying her head down on his pillow while she waited for him to get dressed. "Why would I lie about my own self torment!? Anyway, he told me his name is Geto Suguru." The shirt being pulled over satorus head muffled the first sentence, but the second sentence was the one that had Shoko sitting up again.

"Are you joking? You're being serious? Tell me you're not being serious." Usually, in situations like these, when someone says 'tell me you're not being serious', they mean it as a question, but Shoko sounded almost like she was demanding him to tell her.
"Uh, no, I'm being serious. Long, black hair? Works 2 jobs? Uh, to be honest, that's all I know." Satoru explained, though he couldn't look at Shoko in the moment, his hair being properly groomed was top priority.

"I know him. He lives in the same apartment complex as me." Shoko fought back rolling her eyes at Satoru fixing his hair, but lost that fight and rolled her eyes anyway.
"Seriously!? Can you tell me about him?" Suddenly, Shoko seemed a lot more important than Satoru's hair.
"Lemme think... no. You're going on this 'date' with him, which I'm willing to bet he doesn't even think is a date, so you're gonna find out stuff about him from *him*." She said, pointing her finger almost accusingly at Satoru.

To be fair, he had accepted that he was definitely crushing on Geto, but it was the kind of crush that made him so nervous to fuck up around he fucked up in ways he didn't know he ever could. He could be thankful, at least, that Geto always laughed them off. Shoko had initially made fun of him for developing a crush again, but treated it more seriously the more she realised just how head over heels Satoru was.

One day, the two of them had gone out to eat, and Satoru's choice of starting the conversation was, "Do you think he would like it here, or is it too... me?" To which Shoko replied,"You haven't even told me the guy's name, out of the two of us, you probably know more about him than I do." Which was fair enough.

Truth be told, sometimes even just texting Geto was a mission in and of itself for Satoru. He had actually only managed to form a proper text to ask him to meet somewhere with the help of some strange article he clicked on after a slightly embarrassing Google search. It was a conflicting kind of love. On one hand, Satoru knew he was falling hard for this guy, and on the other, he worried that maybe he was leading himself and Geto on, what with his family being the way it is.

It was such a fresh kind of love, so fresh Satoru was still in the phase of accepting he liked the guy. Is it just a passing thing? Why is every other thought of his face? Does Satory need to go to speech therapy to fix the way he talks to Geto? On top of all these fresh-crush thoughts was the extreme nervousness building up in his gut, knowing he was going to be spending around an hour alone with the guy... maybe even longer!

"You're so weird." Shokos voice sliced through his own thoughts, and for once, he was thankful of her randomly thrown out, slightly insulting, comments. "Whatever, I'm ready now." Satoru said confidently, putting his hands on his hips proudly. Shoko stood up the kind of way that old people who can't be bothered anymore stand up. "Only took half an hour and a near empty wardrobe..." She said, looking down at the strewn-about clothes.

It wasn't weird that Satoru was standing outside the café door, looking at Geto through the glass. It was all nerves. He was nervous. Completely normal. Apparently, Geto had gotten there earlier, as he already sat at a table in a far corner and was scrolling on his phone. Satoru really should go inside. Now he's starting to feel like a weirdo. Gathering courage that he really shouldn't have needed, he stepped in the café.

Geto waved at him, oblivious to the fact Satoru had stood outside the building staring at where he was. Clearly, Satoru had been the only one worried about looks as Geto was in very casual clothing. He was in a loose fitting band t-shirt and sweat pants. Why was satoru paying attention to all of this anyway!? This was the 4th time he was meeting the guy, he isn't supposed to be this invested in him at his grown age!

Brushing aside his odd train of thought, Satoru sat down across from Geto and smiled a little. Again, he wasn't sure he trusted himself to open his mouth and start the conversation. Who knew what would come out? Thankfully, Geto did the honours.

"I didn't order anything yet, I wanted to wait till you got here." He said, putting his phone face-down on the table which Satoru's geto-crazy mind believed he did that to show he was paying attention to Satoru only. Okay, he was a little weird.
"Sorry if I kept you waiting. What do you want? I'll go order." Maybe it was an excuse to make sure he could pay. He had to appear chivalrous, right?

They ended up spending an hour and a half talking. Satoru did his best to dodge any questions about his family name. He learned Geto tended to bounce around jobs to scrape by for his two adopted daughters named Mimiko and Nanako. Satoru spoke a little about his job as a high-school teacher. Of course, he had his usual odd phrases and sentences, which Geto graciously laughed off.

Satoru's walk home was filled with an embarrassing amount of thoughts on how he was supposed to start expressing that he was interested in Geto. Should he be straightforward? Or should he try the mysterious look? But he had no clue what Geto was looking for! And that's where Shoko came in.

"You want me to make friends with him so I can tell you all the details you want because you're a creep?" He did not say the creep part! He wasn't a creep. Right? This wasn't creepy.
"That is not what I said! It's just so when I take him somewhere next time it'll be somewhere he likes..." that was totally it! Sure, definitely it.
"He's a busy single parent. When he's not working, he's taking care of his kids. I seriously doubt he wants to pay more for someone to take care of his kids in the meanwhile. Just to see someone like you on top of that."

"You're mean! But also, probably right..." What was an appropriate solution? Maybe he could pay for someone to watch the girls? No, that would be weirder.
"Ask to go over to his place next time." She had said it almost like it was a normal thing to ask!
"Are you crazy? I'll sound like I'm obsessed!"
"And you aren't?" Okay, again, she was right. But it wasn't that bad.

Shoko put her phone down after that and engaged in a small back and forth between her and Satoru, somehow convincing Satoru to sit on her living room couch for the discussion. It was short-lived, however, when there was a small knock at her apartment door. When Shoko opened the door, Satoru nearly instinctually hid behind her couch.

At the door was Geto Suguru himself, who was now being invited inside. As he was taking his shoes off at the door, shoko came and sat back down with Satoru, immediately explaining herself with a smug expression. "I decided if you were too much of a pussy to ask to hang out with him, I would do it for you! The girls know where my apartment is, so they'll come over if anything happens. Thank me later!" She probably knew Satoru would not be thanking her for this but doubted he would end up disliking the predicament.

"Hey, good to see you again, Gojo." Geto greated him with another one of his small smiles as he sat down next to Satoru. Apparently, this was turning into an impromptu movie night for the three of them as Shoko picked up her TV remote and started flicking through a few movies before selecting one she liked, turning off the lights and throwing one blanket at Satoru and Geto.

God, oh god. Did she want Satoru to die tonight? Carefully, he wiggled under the blanket a little and left enough for Geto to do the same. He did not need this kind of stress right now... and yet that tiny evil Satoru in his mind was still praying on real-life Satoru's downfall. And Satoru was a weak man in that moment.

Against his own better judgement, he did the awful thing of a stretch-yawn combo leading to his arm on the back off the couch directly behind Getos back. Was this too much? Did this warrant some serious self reflecting later? Probably. But that didn't matter right now because - holy shit, he leaned his head on Satoru's arm.

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If he was being totally honest, Satory hadn't been paying attention to the movie. It had been dragging on for what felt like centuries at this point, and he had yet to move his arm, too scared Geto wouldn't rest his head on it once it was repositioned. It had been a while since he had first done that, and still, his heart was beating like it was trying to escape his chest. He almost wondered if anyone else could hear it.

It had slowed a little since the initial contact, but it never went back to a normal pace, and the room became very hot for some reason. Satoru was thankful the lights were off. Then again, Shoko had probably done that on purpose.

Despite feeling like the movie had gone on for ages, Satoru felt like it had finished too soon when the credits began to roll, and Geto lifted his head and stretched his arms, yawning. It was pretty late now, to be fair.

"It's pretty late. Are you sure you wanna drive home, Satoru?" Shoko asked in an oddly sweet tone. She was planning something for him. And he took the bait like the hungry (tired) fish he was.
"God, no. I might fall asleep at the wheel. I'll call a taxi or something." He had groaned when he stood up. His body was incredibly stiff from holding the same position for over an hour.
"You can stay at my place if you like." It probably should've been Shoko that offered that, but instead, the words came out of Geto's mouth.

Of course, as the self-sabotaging idiot he was, he had to say yes. How could he not? So, he was now being guided to Geto's apartment. It was dimly lit when Geto opened the door, and two small girls were snoring on the couch with some odd children's show playing. While Satoru took his shoes off, Geto turned off the TV and picked the girls up, somehow without rousing them. He carried them down a corridor, presumably to bed.

When he came back, Satoru had his shoes off and was standing very awkwardly in the doorway.
"Come on, I'll show you where my bedroom is." His bedroom? Why were they going to his bedroom? Shouldn't he just be giving Satoru a blanket or something so he could sleep on the couch? Despite all these questions in his head, Satoru only nodded and followed him down the hall.

As they entered the room, Geto sat down on the edge of the bed and stripped himself of his shirt. Satoru could do nothing but stare, admiring the view but also very flustered. "So, are we going to do this, or are you just going to look at me?" Geto had said in a mix between speaking and whispering.
"Do what?" Satoru had asked like the even bigger idiot he is. He knew what Geto meant. He just wasn't sure he believed it.
"We won't, if that isn't what you wanted. Did I misread the situation?" And Geto smiled that small smile again, but this one was a little shameful and apologetic.

"No. No, yeah, let's do this." Satoru responded with a little too quickly, forcing himself to look away as he took off his own shirt. His mind was running wild, and he felt like a virgin all over again. How was he supposed to have sex again? How do you do good foreplay? Is this a one night stand thing, or is this mutual interest? Despite his very intense nerves, he was beginning to harden just at the thought of having sex with the guy he had a raging crush on.

By the time he took a break from thinking and dropped his shirt, Geto was lying at the head of the bed, looking down to where Satory stood with a gaze that felt too soft for this to not be emotion driven. Satoru could only pray, but he could do that later. Anyways, how was he supposed to initiate this? He tried to figure all that out on his short crawl over the top of Geto to where he his head rested on a pillow.

As he made it there himself, one of Geto's hands found its way to the back of his head and pulled him down. The kiss was tender and soft. After a few seconds, Satoru pulled away only to go straight back in for another. And another. And another.
"Are we going to keep kissing or are we actually gonna fuck?" Again, Satoru felt like a virgin despite the fact he was not. The hardly vulgar sentence had him going red in the face.

He did understand what Geto meant, though. So, with one last kiss to Geto's jawline, he trailed his hands down Getos sides. His eyes followed where his hands went until they reached Geto's waistband. "Can I?" He asked, wanting to make absolutely sure this was what Geto had meant. A hum of approval was given, and slowly, he began to drag down his sweatpants and boxers. He threw them on the floor somewhere and indulged in letting himself look at a very naked Geto for a minute.

His skin was soft, and it blushed a soft red in certain areas. Satoru leaned down and planted a kiss just above Geto's pelvis and looked up from that position, seeking approval to go further. He was met with a sight he would definitely be replaying in his mind later. Geto's eyes were half lidded, and his smile was a little wider than usual. His cheeks were flushed a little, and his hair fanned out on the pillow. He nodded softly and smiled a little wider.

Upon receiving permission, Satoru gave a few tugs to Geto's dick before taking it in his mouth. He paid some attention to the head, letting his tongue run over and through the small slit a few times. Then, he lowered his head and hollowed his cheeks. Geto was pretty average when it came to the dick department, but Satoru preferred his guys like that anyway.

As he kept working his mouth on Geto, he was rewarded with a deep, satisfied sigh, which was followed by sleepy closed-mouth moans of pleasure. That was encouragement enough to keep going. He only stopped when he felt Geto's fingertips on his head and heard the quietest little "wait, please..."

So, he did. He lifted his head off and met Geto's eyes with his own. Could a person get more beautiful? He opened a drawer on the bedside table and tossed down a bottle of lube. Satoru got the hint fast. Geto slipped a pillow under his own waist and shuffled into a more comfortable position while Satoru warmed the lube he had put on two of his fingers.

With one hand, he grabbed Geto's leg to hold it in the right position, and with the other, he slipped in his first finger. He felt nervous knowing he was doing this while being watched by Geto and tried his best to do it well. In and out, keep a good pace, in and out. That was what he repeated to himself in his head. Was he taking this too seriously?

After a few more rounds of those helpful self-reminders, he slipped in a second and continued that in and out motion for a moment before beginning to gently scissor Geto open. He was gentle, desperate to keep the soft and comfortable atmosphere of what would usually be hot, rushed, and steamy. As he was worked open more thoroughly, Geto turned his head and nuzzled half his face in his pillow, his eyes closed blissfully. That was a good sign to Satoru.

He kept at it till he felt like Geto was stretched enough. As he pulled his fingers away, Geto opened his eyes again, peeking down at Satoru as he began to drag down his trousers and boxers. Taking a little extra lube, he stroked himself a few times before aligning his tip with Geto's hole. For the last time that night, he looked up for approval.

When he caught Geto's eye, he was offered a new kind of smile. A larger one, one that had Geto's eyes looking like slits on his face. His face was red, but he enjoyed himself a *lot*. For some reason, this embarrassed Satoru a little, and he snapped his eyes back down to where he began to press into Geto. It was smooth and soft, just like the entire night had been, and he heard Geto's second satisfied sigh.

As he bottomed out, he put a hand on Getos hip and used the other to support himself on the mattress. He started carefully, dragging out a little and rocking himself back in. Slow and soft. A large part of Satoru's own pleasure was coming from knowing he was doing this to Geto Suguru and that the man was enjoying it.

The more pleasure he found, the more he began to chase it. He dragged out more and grinded back in a little faster, dragging Geto's hips down to meet his own. Occasionally, Geto would hum in a pleased tone and grind back down of his own accord, but usually, he let Satoru take charge.

As Satoru felt his orgasm fast approaching, he moved to grip Geto's hips with both hands and dug his knees firmly in the mattress, moving a little quicker with shorter thrusts. Somewhere amongst the sweet pleasure, he registered Geto reaching down to get himself off too.

It didn't take too many drags of his hand for him to cum, his body tensing and clenching hard around Satoru, moaning with an open mouth for the first time that night. All of that, combined with his own already building pleasure, pushed Satoru over the edge, and he came hard, falling forward to rest his head on the mattress next to Satorus upper waist for a minute.

After a minute, a hand ran tenderly through his hair, and he glanced up to meet eyes with a euphoric looking Geto. Had he gone to heaven? Was he looking at some sort of wingless angel? It felt like it, even with his hair all messy and a flushed face, Geto was the picture of good looks. Gathering his last threads of strength, he lifted himself up and pulled out.

Following that, Geto sat up too, and at some point, he had grabbed a wet whipe and began cleaning himself up, shuffling closer to one side of the bed to let Satoru get in the other. Satoru took the silent invitation, putting his dick away and flopping into the bed as Geto threw the dirtied wet whipes in a bin.

"You were great, Satoru. Thank you." And he leaned over and gave Satoru one last quick kiss before turning over to go to sleep. Now, that was not something you say to or do to a one night stand. At least, Satoru hoped he wasn't a one night stand. Only time would tell, and he decided it wouldn't be good if he let his nerves creep up on him now, so he too rolled over and went to sleep with a final thought of 'please don't kick me out or let me wake up to an empty bed tomorrow!'

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He did end up waking up to an empty bed the next morning. Yet, noise came faintly from the kitchen, and a nice smell wafted through the air, which was what roused Satoru. The events of the night prior flooded his mind, and he wasn't entirely sure if he should be on a list of top 5 biggest egos or top 5 self-fucks.

The room had been kept dark. The curtains were still drawn, and Satoru's shirt was folded neatly on the edge of the bed. Going against his body's love of the warm bed, Satory dragged himself up and tugged on the shirt. Slowly, he headed towards the source of the good smell and the noise.

In the kitchenette, Suguru's children sat at the table, one talking so much that Satoru wondered if she needed to breathe. He had a black apron on over his clothes and pushed down some hot bacon onto one of the girls' plates. The one with brown hair was the first to notice Satoru.

Ever so gently, she tugged at Suguru's sleeve and pointed to where Satoru stood. As their eyes met, Satoru was greeted with that same small smile again. "Sit down, Satoru. Do you like bacon?" He waved the spatula at the chair across the two little girls and then turned around to make some more bacon.

Well, so far, this was all good signs. They were on a first name basis. He wasn't being kicked out, and Suguru seemed fine. If there were a god, it was smiling on Satoru this weekend. The blonde girl was the one who began talking to him first.

"So, you're Mr. Gojo? Dad said you stayed here last night. Are you really from the Gojo family?" She pointed a fork at him in an almost accusing way, which got her a sort of look from Suguru. Satoru thought it was funny, though, being interrogated by a 7 year old.

"Yea, I am, and I did. Are you Nanako or Mimiko?" Okay, get on their good sides, that'll give him a better chance with Suguru, right?
"I'm Nanako, and this is my sister Mimiko." The brown haired girl, Mimiko, waved meekly at Satoru before going back to looking very intently at her plate.

"I see, I see. It's nice to meet you two." Satoru offered a nice smile for them both, but neither returned it. Kids were mean sometimes.
"How much money do you have, since you're from the Gojo family, Mr. Gojo?" That earned Nanako her second *look* from Suguru, but to get on a kids' good side, you gotta bend to their ideals.
"A decent amount, but I'm not really involved with my family much these days. Anything I earn now is my own hard work." He offered another smile, being as open for the kid as he could.

"Can I have some of your money?" Apparently, that was the straw that strained the camels back for Suguru because along with the look came, "Nanako!" To which she was displeased about having to stop her interrogation, but she but her tongue.

Suguru slipped some freshly cooked bacon on a plate for Satoru before taking a seat for himself. "You know girls, you ought to treat Mr. Gojo with respect. He's been very kind to me and both of you now, too." A very gentle lecture, but a lecture nonetheless. Mimiko nodded and then gave a curt nod to Satoru. Definitely not a talker.

"It's alright, honestly. They're good kids." Satoru turned his attention back to Suguru, attempting to strike a nice conversation with him.
"Sometimes. Did you sleep well? I wanted to let you rest more, so I left the curtains closed." So it had been done on purpose after all. The thought of that led Satoru to taking in the domesticity of the situation he was in.

Sitting with his crush, who he slept with the night before across from his daughters, one of whom bullied him a little. Breakfast freshly cooked, everyone happy. The thought had Satoru smiling to himself as he cut a piece of bacon.

Suguru picked up on this. "I know I don't make bacon *that* well. What're you smiling about?" He nudged his foot against Satoru's under the table to get his attention and gazed at him with his cheek resting on his hand. Satoru would've been very happy to have died then and there, zero regrets. "It's nothing," he said, looking away again and smiling even more. Satoru himself found it hard to believe he would ever be this whipped. And yet here he was.

Suguru laughed a little to himself, and again, Satorus heart rate spiked. "So, do you have to be anywhere soon? I was thinking of taking the girls to this nice little petting zoo type of place. There's a nice café there with a view of everywhere the kids go." It was very obvious Nanako wanted to say she was grown up enough to take care of herself, but that was overriden by actually wanting to go. So, instead, Satoru was met with a sort of pleading look that also looked a little like she'd hate him if he didn't say yes, which he was already planning on doing!

The 4 of them ended up taking Satoru's car, as he would have to come back later anyway when Shoko got home so he could take his jacket and phone charger. The petting zoo was fairly large, and there were staff stationed everywhere to monitor the herd kids that were let loose. Soon enough, Mimiko and Nanako were joining that herd, and Suguru led Satoru to a café that overlooked the petting area.

"It is really nice here. Whoever built the place definitely anticipated parents who don't want to participate but still keep an eye on their kids." Satoru complimented, though it sounded like a weird compliment.
"I know. I love bringing them here. The staff is great, they make new friends and learn stuff about animals. And they do great coffees. Win-win!" Suguru joked, putting his phone down on a two-seater table at the edge of the glass wall looking out at the kids.

Just from observing the girls, I was clear that when Suguru wasn't close by, they were each others comfort. Mimiko followed Nanako around and only ever touched something once Nanako handed it to her. It was a sort of "yep, I've tested it, it's safe!" sort of gesture. This was probably the norm as Suguru seemed completely unfazed. Instead, Suguru was looking at... at Satoru!?

They made eye contact, and Satoru might have forgotten to speak, or how to speak at all for that matter. So, as kind and graciously as always, Suguru did it first. "Hi." He said in a whisper that made Satoru oddly nervous.
"Hello..?" He answered, offering a smile that could only be described as dorky and uneven. Cute, if you asked Suguru.

"So, about last night. I wanted it because I'm attracted to you and want to pursue a relationship. If that isn't what you're looking for, tell me here and now, please." Now it was clear where Nanako learned not to mince her words. Satoru started to wonder if Mimiko was so quiet because she didn't mince her words either. But, the main focus now was, as Satoru's conscience had yelled it in his head, "SUGURU LIKES ME?"

Is this what it's like having your crush say yes in high school? Satoru felt like doing a backflip to a wedding venue. "Yes, yes. I want that. To be in a relationship, I mean! I like you too, I don't not want that!" This was the kind of ramblings you'd hear from the guy with glasses from cloudy with a chance of meatballs. Maybe he was Satoru's spirit animal. Thankfully, Suguru laughed. "I mean... yes, I'd like to date you, Suguru." Finally, he got it together.

To Satoru's surprise, Suguru let out a relieved sigh. "Thank god, I was honestly so worried that last night didn't really mean anything to you, and I'm just happy, really happy." So, they had both worried the same thing, and Suguru was just better at hiding it? Satoru felt like sighing his own sigh of relief but held that back to put his hand gently on top of Sugurus on the table as they began to figure out to go about a relationship. One of the main thoughts in Satoru's mind was "thank fuck."

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Satoru had endured a lot of teasing from Shoko in the days that followed him telling her him and Suguru had gotten together. He let it all slide, though. He doubted he would've even been close to dating if she hadn't wingmaned him into the sun.

The only real issue was the two girls. One seemingly wouldn't open up to anyone but her dad and sister. The other was very annoyed that something was taking her dad's attention away from her. Suguru had tried on multiple of Satoru's visits to get them to talk nicely to Satoru, but both were hesitant.

Satoru could understand why, though. Suguru had confessed to having had some rocky relationships when the girls were younger. He had done so much to make life good for the two of them that they were nervous that something would take away his happiness too. It was sweet, in a way. But sometimes, it did make Satoru feel like an intruder.

It was 2 weeks after him and Suguru that things started to look a little better, and it all began in a way he least expected. Shoko was out of the building for the weekend, and Suguru needed to work, so Satoru took on the responsibility of looking after the girls for the evening. Both had gone to bed, and Satoru had assumed they were sleeping till he heard a pair of delicate little footsteps in the hallway.

When he turned around, Mimiko stood in the doorway, clutching a little plush teddy and looking ever so nervous. This was a chance to get on a more positive neutral side of the girls, and god did he grab at it. "Are you okay, Mimiko?" He had asked in the most gentle tone he could, keep his voice quiet in case he prompted Nanako to get up too.

The little girl thought for a moment before shaking her head, holding her teddy to her chest and looking down at the floor. Satoru would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for kids, and he would probably end up camping under her bed if she ever told him he was scared of anything under there.

"What's wrong? Are you scared of something?" Satoru hadn't been planning on hunting bedroom monsters, but he would do it. No questions asked if that's what she needed. Instead, for the first time, she spoke directly to him. "I'm lonely... can you sit with me till I fall asleep, please?"
It took a lot of courage for her to ask that Satoru could tell, and his heart melted at the request the girl had whispered.

She guided him back to her room, where a small lamp was turned on at her bedside table to illuminate the room. She pulled out a little kids' chair from her little kids' table and put it down next to her bed for Satoru to sit on. Then, looking at Satoru nervously one last time, she climbed under the covers and got comfortable. Okay... what now? Should Satoru be doing something?

"Do you want me to read you a story while you try to get to sleep?" He offered, leaning down to try and get to her level where she was laying down, though the chair was already doing a number on his legs with the awkward position. She nodded her head with less hesitation, and Satoru wondered how much heart would have to melt before it began to evaporate entirely. He picked up a little book on her nightstand and started reading, voices for characters and everything.

Mimiko had smiled at his reading of the story until about halfway through, where her eyes began to grow heavy, and she rolled over and cuddled into her teddy. Her breathing evened out, and her chest was rising and falling steadily. As quietly as possible, Satoru stood up and took his leave, very carefully switching off the lamp before he left.

Apparently, this was the perfect time as Suguru came through the door as soon as he made it back to the living room. "Hey, how was work?" Satoru asked, trying to get his legs to loosen up after sitting in that chair. "Alright. Were the girls okay?" Suguru had gotten into a sort of routine of his greeting to Satoru being a sweet little kiss on the lips, and it made Satoru brain dead each time it happened.

After regaining his composure, he was reminded of just how sweet the moment he shared with Mimiko had been and sighed happily. "Oh? What's got you all happy like this?" Suguru had asked teasingly, tenderly grabbing Satoru's hand to lead him to his bedroom. "Mimiko wanted me to be next to her while she fell asleep... it was so cute, you have no idea." Suguru laughed softly and began undressing when they reached the bedroom, throwing on some pyjamas.

"She gets like that sometimes. She trusts you, Satoru. Thank you for showing her she can trust you." And that earned Satoru another delicate kiss. If it happened one more time today, Satoru would probably faint. He was still very much in the puppy love phase. Him and Suguru climbed into bed, falling asleep quickly.

The next morning, Mimiko smiled at him when she came down for breakfast. It had been fleeting, but Satoru had seen it. Mentally, he was doing cartwheels. Her and Nanako got to talking in the same quiet way they do in Satoru's presence, but Mimiko must've been talking about the night prior as he got a surprised glance from Nanako.

After breakfast, the four sat on the couch to watch a movie before Satoru had to leave. Apparently, this was hairdresser time for the girls as Nanako began to brush and play with Sugurus hair while it was all down. Mimiko combed one dark lock between her little fingers, making it silky smooth. Could... could Satoru join in, too?

He would damn well test his luck as he took a lock of Sugurus hair as well and split it into three equal sections, and began braiding. "Haha, you too?" Suguru had asked, smiling fondly at Satoru. He returned the look and gave a curt nod in response before turning his attention back to the braid. By the end of Satoru and the girls' playtime with Sugurus hair, he had pin straight hair in the back, one very smooth lock on the left of his face and a braid on the right.

"Great teamwork, you three. Now, can I trust you two to be good while I say goodbye to Mr. Gojo?" To both Suguru and Satoru's surprise, this was met with an unexpected response from Nanako. "Does he really have to go now?" It was made in that sort of begging type of tone every kid at her age had mastered. Now, both men's hearts melted. "I'm sorry, honey. He'll be back soon enough, kay?" And Suguru gave her a quick hug before standing up and looking towards Satoru, nodding towards the door.

When they made it out the door, Suguru started the gushing fest. "Oh my god, you've really left an impression, you know that? The way Mimi looked at you, and Nanako wanting you to stay... God, satoru! You've turned this family on its head in the best way possible." Sugurus wide smile made Satoru smile harder too.
"I know, I know! They're so cute! I've never felt so honoured before! I could be knighted by the royal family, and it wouldn't compare to this!" They both shared an excited little hug. This was working. It was really working.

A little while after Satoru left, Suguru began thinking to himself. This was all so fresh, and he probably shouldn't get ahead of himself. Satoru was a handsome and rich man. There would be many other people interested in him, and as loyal as he seemed, could he be trusted to stay that loyal? It was a depressing thought, but Suguru refused to live in a fantasy land. He could love Satoru while keeping an eye on how their relationship grew as it aged.

Besides all that, Suguru was also the last person that he would've thought *the* Gojo Satoru would've been interested in. He had two young girls, not a lot of money and not a lot going for him. Better would come, he knew it. But would they go? That, he didn't know.

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Apparently, that day would come sooner than Suguru expected. A week after he had those thoughts to himself, Satoru was having to step outside every time they were together to take a call from some... some woman. Suguru didn't pry, but each time he asked, he wasn't given a name, and the only explanation was, "My family is on my ass about stuff again."

Of course, he trusted Satoru. He believed what he said. But it was impossible for there not to be a little voice in the back of his head telling him that he had jinxed himself. He didn't let this on, of course. He didn't make a face whenever Satoru excused himself for a phone call or ask about a woman's account that began commenting under all his Instagram posts.

It weighed him down, though. He stopped checking Satoru's posts online, a knot forming in the back of his throat whenever he saw the "ur so handsome" or "cute pic ;)" under all his posts. It was such a silly thing to be upset about.

The girls noticed what Satoru didn't, and Suguru realised he was having his phone taken much more often so they could play their games on it. It was endearing how they looked out for him in their own ways, but sometimes it left Suguru with his own thoughts for longer than he would've liked.

The straw that broke the camels back was when Suguru had asked to go out to a new diner for lunch on a Sunday afternoon, and he had denied in favour of meeting with "the girl that won't stop calling". Despite the copious disappointment, a spark of anger kindled. Why was he prioritising her of all people? He hated his family. He didn't want them to have a hold over him, and here he was pushing Suguru aside for this lady.

When Satoru came back into the room, Suguru smiled but struggled to muster up as much affection as usual behind it. The moon was high at this point in the night, and the girls had long since gone to bed. Satoru was staying over tonight.

He leaned towards Suguru, smiling coyly in the same way he did every time he wanted the night to end a certain way. Suguru kissed back lazily, taking time to think while Satoru enjoyed the kiss.

If he was completely truthful with himself, Suguru didn't really want to have sex that evening. He felt disheartened by whatever was going on with Satoru and the mystery woman. But Satoru was enthusiastic. He didn't show any signs of stepping away for anything, and it would keep him off his damned phone for a good while.

Suguru could have 100% of his attention. Even if it was during sex he wasn't all that excited about. His thoughts came back to reality when Satoru broke away from the kiss to trail a little down Sugurus jaw and neck.

"Can we go to my bedroom?" Suguru brushed his hand tenderly through Satorus hair, which Satoru responded to by pulling Suguru off the couch by the waist, keeping a steady grip to make kissing on the way to the bedroom easier.

The bed was soft but cold. Suguru knew in just a few minutes that it would be much hotter than warm. Satoru took off his stupid round shades that he liked to wear inside sometimes. He trailed his hands up and down Sugurus hips for a moment as he continued kissing up and down his neck and collarbone. It was all much less sexier than usual.

Both their clothes were quick to go, and Satoru was quicker with kissing his way down to Suguru's hips. "Hey," Satoru talking absolutely snapped Suguru out of the weird little blank moment he was having. He hummed in acknowledgement, urging Satoru to say whatever he wanted to. "You okay? You're so quiet and... disengaged,"

Satoru picked the wrong time to be perceptive, and in that very moment, Suguru just wanted to believe he would stay and never leave. Attempting to keep that flame going, Suguru dodged the question with an affirming hum again. Trying to distract Satoru with his own horny-ness, he ghosted his fingers along Satorus spine.

Unexpectedly, Satoru seemed to pay that no mind. His attention was completely on Suguru, but in a not so sexy way. "What's up, baby?" Satoru asked, letting his chin rest on the pudge of Sugurus belly. Suddenly, he felt quite a bit guilty for being angry, but still. He didn't want to talk about that, he wanted Satoru to enjoy a good fuck and then fall asleep straight after to Suguru could hold onto hope that Satoru wouldn't ever leave.

"Mm, it's nothing." And he reached down, stroking the back of Satoru's head. Satoru sighed but planted a wet kiss on Suguru's hip. "Okay, but you know you can tell me if something is wrong." Suguru sighed too but nodded, cradling Satoru's head on his belly.

As Satoru pressed on his advances, Suguru's head was clouded. Satoru knew something was up, and he probably knew what was up too. It was just hard to talk about. How do you say 'I'm upset that you're talking to that girl you won't tell me anything about and I feel guilty because I know that's probably not what's going on'?

Actually, that was a great way to put it... but that didn't make it easy to get out. Occasionally, he complied with the oncoming pleasure of Satoru giving him a blow job, gasping and moaning when it felt particularly good. What was wrong with him? He was being such a dick, mentally accusing Satoru of something he knew he wasn't doing.

At some point, the guilt hurt more than thinking Satoru might be interested in another girl. Of course he wasn't, Suguru knew that. He trusted him for that. Why was he so shitty? He bit his lip as he felt his eyes become wet, and he turned his head to the side to avoid being seen. But of course, Satoru would notice as tears dripped onto the pillow and silence cosumed the bedroom.

"Baby? Suguru- Suguru, what happened? Did you not like it? You can tell me when to stop." Immediately, Satoru lifted up off him and crawled up the bed to wipe Suguru's constantly falling tears. Being seen and asked what was wrong only tore sobs out of Suguru as he sat up to try and dry his own tears too. "Suguru, please..." God, Satoru sounded like he was about to cry too. What was wrong with him?

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It came in an impossibly delicate whisper. "I don't think this can work, Satoru." It had shattered them both, and neither wanted to believe it. A droplet of something hit Suguru's thigh, and he looked up to see Satoru's dripping cheeks. "Why? Did I do something? I can change..." He had murmured, unable to lift his head to meet Suguru's eyes.

Truthfully, Suguru didn't know how to answer. Instead, his arms made their way around Satoru's neck, and he wiggled to lay back down. Gently, he pulled his arms down, trying to encourage Satoru to lay down too. Immediately, he obliged, and his head was quickly buried in Sugurus neck, making the pillow and his hair slightly damp.

"We're too different, Satoru. You shouldn't want me. You should want someone who matches your status, someone your family would accept." That girl. He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but she was pretty. She had a good figure, based on what she wore she also came from money. She looked like the kind of doll you'd see in American toy shop adverts.

Satoru pulled his head up a little to make it easier to mumble what he wanted to say. "I don't get it... you're the one I want. Why would I have someone my family wants but I don't? This is for me. If you yourself don't want me, of course I'll leave, but if it's because of my family, I'd rather pretend they didn't exist."

"Is it that girl?" Bingo. He knew Satoru knew. For some reason, he was good at reading the situation when it mattered. Still, being confronted with it out loud, Suguru couldn't find an answer that wouldn't break the last thread holding his heart together. The silence said enough, even more so as Suguru looked away shamefully. Now, Satoru looked guilty. He looked like he'd been turned into a puppy and kicked. Suguru had mentally kicked him, really. Maybe they were both kicked puppies.

Satoru sighed deeply, the hot breath hitting Suguru's neck. "I was hoping you wouldn't think that's what it was. Can I try to explain before you decide if you want to dump me or not?" His wet eyelashes tickled Suguru's neck, too. His only response was a meek nod. "It was my family. They decided the best course of action would be to send a richer version of a prostitute after me. I dont know why, but I thought they'd leave me alone if I met with her once or twice. Obviously, they haven't."

Again, Satoru looked guilty. Not guilty because he'd slept with her, guilty because he'd dared take his eyes of Suguru to look at her. Suguru's arms tightened around Satoru, and he pressed his face into Satoru's shoulder. "I'm sorry..." He whispered into the warm skin, not brave enough to say it to his face. "Please, don't be. I should be sorry. I did something stupid to try and fix a stupid problem and didn't even tell you." That was an even better way to describe what had happened between them.

For a while, they held eachother silently, letting both their tears dry up. Satoru's brain itched for an answer, though. "So, are we still... us?" He had been scared to say it, and he reasons that any good man should be scared to say something like that. "Yeah, but please. Tell me next time something like this comes up, yeah? I doubt they'll stop at just 1 girl." Fair, very fair. Satoru's answer was a fast but short nod.

"Do you wanna finish what we started, or should we grab some clothes to sleep in?" Suguru said, trailing his finger up and down Satoru's spine that could've been excused as both innocence or a physical invitation to finish what had been started. Of course, Satoru took it as the latter.

Silently, he kissed Suguru's neck. He also took the time he spent kissing Suguru's neck to stroke himself back to full mast. Sadness really kills a boner. Suguru tangled his fingers in Satoru's hair once again, and the world was right again. As if he'd take that girl over this sight every other week.

Putting his palms firmly under Suguru's thighs, he lifted his lower half off the mattress till he was staring directly at his hole. It was, objectively, a gross thing to do, but Suguru hadn't had any prep, and the lube was so far away in that cabinet drawer. Satoru watched as his saliva made contact with the slightly tensed ring of muscle. To be fair, Suguru had not been expecting this.

Carefully, he placed a finger on the top of the glob of spit and pushed down, pushing past Suguru's rim and bringing the makeshift lubricant down with him. Suguru writhed briefly, but not enough to cause concern, and he was quick to melt back into the mattress. He enjoyed seeing himself be nearly lifted of the bed by only one of Satoru's hands, and it might've been a sight to watch him spit on his ass.

They were both a little desperate, and crying was exhausting by itself. This was a much better use of their late-night energy. All of this combined in Satoru being quick to add his second, and not to soon after, third finger. Still, he was eager to please after the tough discussion. His fingers moved open, and closed before the stretch became painful. In and out too, of course, that was always in the back of his head.

Maybe he was a little more than desperate, and Suguru's satisfied sighs didn't help. Gently, he lowered the others' waist back to the bed and let his now free hand push one of the smooth, pale legs up a little. The push in was slow and equally as smooth. Satoru's head fell on Sugurus chest, and he looked down from there to where their hips connected. Suguru took the chance to stroke through the paper white hair.

Admittedly, Satoru had been aching to cum, and he knew he wouldn't last, so he didn't waste time helping Suguru get to the same point. He stroked Suguru at the same pace he grinded his hips against him. His breath felt hot in his mouth, and must've felt just as hot on Sugurus chest as he panted over it. The position was a little awkward, and his legs shook a little as he tried to reach his climax.

It didn't matter. He was beyond horny at this point and buried as far as he could go into the only person he'd like to be buried in at the moment. He started downright gasping as he felt it coming and sped up with his hand, not wanting to leave Suguru wanting too long after he came. His back arched up, and he feverishly jacked Suguru off as he felt himself spill inside, tears coming back to his eyes but for a much better reason this time.

Now, it really felt gross to pull out, so the top priority was getting cleaned up, which Satoru did with a damp hand towel. Suguru mumbled something along the lines of "thank you" but was just as close to falling asleep as Satoru was. Being the gentleman he is, Satoru wrangled a sleepily floppy Suguru into a t shirt and boxers, then did the same himself before letting sleep finally take his blissful mind.

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The blossoming relationship between the two didn't come without change. Satoru's students couldn't help but gossip about the way he would smile to himself when there was nothing to be smiling about. Or when he would step away whenever he got the chance to call someone.

To the kids, it was obvious. He had a special someone. Now, the question after that was who? If it was one of the other school staff, it would be obvious, so it must've been someone outside of school. How do you figure out who it is if they don't work at the school? You ask, of course.

"Mr. Gojo?" A student had piped up as he finished explaining the topic they would be moving onto the next class they had together. "Yes?" He had answered, leaning back in his chair a little as he sat down, opening the door for conversation.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The student, a girl, asked. Her friends giggled a little, making it very obvious they were also in on this questioning. Satoru, being the manly man he is, couldn't hold back a smile at the thought of Suguru. A few "ooo"s went around the room at that. "No, no. No girlfriend, but there I am with someone." A few students yelled out their thoughts then and there, while others whispered among themselves.

Satoru confirmed to them that it was a man he was infatuated with, but assured them it didn't matter so long as he was happy, which he very much was. This time, a boy near the back spoke. "Can we meet him?" A few students nodded in agreement to the question. What middle-schooler doesn't love to hear about their teachers' personal life?

Truthfully, Satoru would've been no different. "I'm afraid not. He has a job too, you know?" That was a partial lie, Suguru had recently given up working day jobs to do the housework and take care of the girls if need be during the day. At night, Suguru would go off to work, and Satoru would be tasked with evening hour housework and putting the girls to sleep.

Since their miscommunication, they had both agreed it would be best to move in together. It offered pros for both of them, though Satoru's were more personal than practical compared to Suguru's. Really, neither minded, though. Shoko couldn't help making a few jabs at Satoru for moving so fast, but had been a helping hand when it came to moving in all his stuff.

He recited the event in his classroom to Suguru at the dinner table that evening. Though it had been tough in the moment, and it wasn't easy getting rid of the first paid love interest, the temporary fallout had somehow made the two fall harder for eachother. That didn't stop Nanako from rolling her eyes every time they kissed in front of her.

Mimiko seemed very pleased with her Dad's newfound happiness, even if she had to look away every time she heard a painfully cheesy line fall out of either man's mouth.

And it would stay that way for a long time to come. Shoko would poke fun at Satoru all the way through, and Satoru wouldn't deny many of her remarks either. Photos of the couple with eachother, with shoko, with the girls were scattered on walls around their newly purchased home. Suguru couldn't have dreamed of a better life, and Satoru felt similarly, though neither felt the need to say out loud.