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“What happened to your shirt?” Suguru asks on their way back from getting snacks. “The looks are getting annoying.”
“What, jealous?” Satoru smirks at him, baby blue eyes peering at him over the rims of his round sunglasses as he goes to town on his popsicle. He winks at a girl he catches staring before shrugging. “Had to relinquish it for the greater good.”
“What? Why?”
“I just said it’s for the greater good. Were you not listening?”
“Yeah, I heard you,” Suguru rolls his eyes, shifting the bags of chips in his arms. “Greater good? What the hell do you mean greater good?”
“Shoko,” Satoru mutters.
“Shoko?”
“Yeah, Shoko.”
Because she was the one with the brilliant idea to go to the beach and had the fantastic idea to wear a cheeky lavender two-piece bathing suit that’s attracting all sorts of attention because it compliments her eyes and hugs her ass just right and makes her boobs look so—
Satoru bites at his popsicle stick.
So, yeah. Like he said, ‘for the greater good’ indeed because if Satoru catches another pervert leering over at Shoko he is gonna Purple Hollow the shit outta this stupid beach and that’s just gonna be a whole thing with paperwork and shit and a meeting with the higher-ups and the clan elders and blah, blah, blah.
Point is, it’s gonna be a whole thing and it’s all going to be Shoko’s fault.
And that’s why Satoru decided to be a good friend and mitigate all that shit and not get them in trouble, for once, by making (forcing) Shoko wear his shirt over her bathing suit because of the stupid looks and also because, uhh, he…doesn’t want her to get cold? Yeah, that’s it.
“Speaking of,” Satoru says when he realizes his shirt barely covers Shoko’s ass. “Give me your shirt too.”
“What? No! Why?!”
“C’mon, Suguru! Be a pal!” Satoru shouts as he wrestles Suguru’s shirt off him. “Give it already before—oi! Shoko!”
In the distance, right under the big beach umbrella they staked in the sand, Satoru’s eyes catch Shoko without his shirt on and using it to sit on instead.
“Oh, hey,” Shoko waves and smiles at them. “Did you get me my reds?”
Suguru shakes off Satoru’s hold on him and roughly shoves him aside. “Right here.” He waves the box of Marlboro as he walks over to her.
“Shoko, what the hell!” Satoru yells indignantly when he gets closer. “Why is my shirt on the ground?!”
“What? I don’t want sand to get on my ass.”
“That’s why Suguru is gonna give you his shirt!”
“No, I’m not!”
“Alright,” Shoko sighs, leaning forward on her knees. “What is this about, hm?”
Satoru’s eyes zero in on the display of cleavage in front of him and the way Shoko looks staring up at him like that. Fuck. Is it extra hot today or—
“Satoru doesn’t want other people looking at your tits and ass,” Suguru says easily, much to Shoko’s mild annoyance and Satoru’s embarrassment. God. He just loves stirring shit.
“Wha—” Satoru whirls on his friend. “That’s not—
“Ehh?” Shoko raises an eyebrow as she leans back on the sand. “That’s not very feminist of you, Gojo. Very sexist.”
“Yeah, dude. We’re not in the Heian period anymore. Get with the program and join us in the 21st century, dipshit,” Suguru piles on even as his eyes narrow on the look the bypassing beachgoers are throwing Shoko.
The fucking hypocrite, Satoru thinks. Why he oughta—
“Well, what can I expect from someone raised in a backward clan his whole life.”
“Hey! That’s—Oi!” His eyes catch two guys eyeing Shoko and looking like they decided to be brave because they’re walking towards them even when Satoru and Suguru are right there . “What are you looking at? Move along, you dicks!”
“Christ. Would you settle down, Gojo. Or I swear I’ll take my top off and flash the whole beach my tits.”
“You wouldn’t,” Satoru hisses
“Oh, won’t I?” Shoko challenges, pissed at his misplaced display of machismo.
“We’ll see your tits then too.”
“Okay? It’s not like I haven’t seen you guys naked before.” She’s their only medic and she does their physicals. The novelty of seeing them naked wore off after the third or fourth time. “Quid pro quo, no?”
There’s a staredown. Suguru stands between them, eagerly anticipating who will crack first—he knows it’s Satoru. He’s just waiting for Shoko’s next move.
True enough, Shoko moves to remove her top and Satoru dives to stop her.
“Okay! Okay, fine! Do whatever you want just don’t—” Satoru holds Shoko’s arms down to her sides. “Don’t!”
“Listen, Gojo. You’re sweet, but I can handle myself.” She shakes him off and plucks his sunglasses from his face to put on hers. “Besides, you guys are here.”
Satoru’s face is red as a tomato. Suguru is snickering but he’s also looking away, cheeks dusted pink.
Shoko thinks that Suguru doesn’t really care whether she keeps her top on or not. Their eyes meet. Suguru smirks at her and Shoko just rolls her eyes, biting back a smile. Pervert.
“Here. For finally piping down, I’ll let you put sunscreen on my back.” Shoko offers making Satoru sputter, face almost boiling red. “You don’t want? Fine. Suguru, can you—”
“No! I’ll do it!” Satoru snatches the bottle from her hand and proceeds to sit behind her.
‘You’re mean,’ Suguru mouths to her and Shoko just smirks, a cigarette already dangling from her lips as he moves to light it for her.
“Remember when you used to be all macho and shit and would try to cover me up when we went to the beach?” Shoko says, closing her book and leaning back on the towel under the beach umbrella they got propped up. “Whatever happened to that Gojo?”
“Realized he doesn’t have to use the Six Eyes when the goods are right there in front of him,” Satoru scoffs. “Wear whatever you want, babe. I can fight.”
“Pervert,” Shoko mutters, lightly elbowing him. “What? You couldn’t before?”
“You love me,” Satoru shoots back. “Of course I can. But now I can just do whatever I want too.”
“You say that like you’ve never just done whatever the hell you wanted anyway.”
“Eh.” Satoru shrugs as he continues to scroll on his phone and sip on his drink, content to just sit beside her in the afternoon sun and the sea breeze. “Besides, I’ve come to realize that those looks they throw your way are of appreciation. And also envy. To me, specifically. Because I got to bag the hottie they can only dream of grazing their pathetic eyes on. I especially love those looks.”
“Oh, so I’m an accessory is that it?” Shoko goads, an eyebrow raised in faux annoyance.
“Hah! Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy parading me around, you little hypocrite.” Satoru turns to her and lets his eyes roam on the little baby blue number she had on, how the top pushes her tits together and the sexy way the wrap hugs her waist with a peek of her legs that went on for miles. God. Imagine hiding that. Teenager him was such an idiot. “I saw you smirking when we went to get ice cream and the ladies eyeing me turn away when you put your arm on my waist.”
Well, what can Shoko say? She has a bit of a possessive streak. Payback for all those years she’s had to watch girls slobber all over him.
“As long as you understand you’re the trophy in this relationship.”