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Suguru couldn’t believe that he had been assigned to a mission with the most insufferable first year, Satoru Gojo. Before they boarded the train, Satoru had complained nonstop about having to go on a mission with other students and bragged that he could take on any curse by himself and didn’t need anyone else to accompany him. Hate was a strong word, but the feeling of distaste for the cocky individual was mutual. Unfortunately, they were forced to endure sitting next to each other on a passenger train for an entire hour.
Satoru was lounging in the window seat next to him; legs fully extended, and head thrown back as he stared at the passing trees. Suguru was hunched over in his chair. He mindlessly shuffled through the songs downloaded onto his white iPod and padded his thumb over the skip button. After a few seconds, he finally landed on an indie punk rock song with a pounding rhythm. He popped two headphones into his ears and closed his eyes. The music began with a steady guitar solo accompanied by angsty lyrics that were a soothing balm to his ears. With hands shoved in his pockets, Suguru was ready to zone out before their upcoming mission.
A finger stabbed into the side of his cheek and forced him to peek an eye open.
“Suguru, what are you listening to?” Satoru pestered on cue. His face was uncomfortably close, showing a complete disregard for any personal space Suguru might have had. Blue eyes were hidden behind black circular glasses that made Satoru look like a blind rat.
“Music.” Suguru responded, hitting the down arrow on his iPod to temporarily pause his music.
Two full seconds of silence passed between them before he heard Satoru’s obnoxious voice, “Can I listen?”
Suguru’s hand clenched and unclenched in his oversized pocket. Reluctantly, he plucked out an earbud and passed it over. Satoru set the earbud in place and waited. Suguru thumbed the play button in his pocket and the crashing sound of cymbals resumed the echoing in his eardrum.
“Blegh, what is this garbage?” Satoru remarked immediately with a disgusted look on his face, “It sounds like someone is banging on pots and pans. How can you even call this music?”
“If you don’t like it, don’t listen,” Suguru shot back.
“Don’t you have anything more upbeat? Like maybe electronic dance music!” Satoru asked excitedly.
That got Suguru to fully open his eyes. He turned his head to glare at his overly eager classmate.
“No.”
“Ugh, you’re so boring.” Satoru groaned, throwing his entire body into a slump against his chair.
Suguru rolled his eyes. He held out his palm and waited for the inevitable return of his earbud. Satoru tilted his head and shifted focus from palm to face.
“Suguru, just because you shared your music with me doesn’t mean I want to hold your hand.”
That’s it, his classmate was losing privileges. Suguru reached for the earbud’s wire and gave a sharp yank that pulled Satoru’s head downward with it.
“Ow ow ow!”
Eventually the earbud popped out of its vessel. He may as well pocket his music completely less he be subject to another assault on his taste in music. Suguru plucked his own earbud out and winded the white cord around his iPod. He couldn’t care less that Satoru was rubbing his reddened ear or scowling at him from behind those ridiculous shades.
Before Suguru had a moment to relax, Satoru leaned over him to peer over the seats across the center aisle.
“Excuse me? Would you like to trade seats with me?” Satoru waved his hand at the couple sitting across from them. “My classmate here is being such a nuisance.”
The couple’s faces shifted into concerned expressions. Suguru sank further into his seat with one hand on his elbow and the other palmed over his face to mask his utter embarrassment.
“Why did they make you come with me on this mission?” Suguru asked to deaf ears. “You have zero manners. Do you even know what personal space is?”
Satoru’s side was crushed against Suguru’s chest, and one arm was strapped across his hip like a seatbelt. Words clearly did nothing as the white haired menace continued to attempt to strike up a conversation with the row across from theirs. Suguru would have to use force.
He placed his palm flat against Satoru’s torso, ready to shove his classmate away only to grasp at nothing a second later. Suguru’s brows scrunched in confusion. How could his hand still feel resistance and air at the same time?
“Now who’s the one who doesn’t know about personal space.” Satoru said smugly and stuck out his tongue.
If Suguru wasn’t already pissed off, he absolutely was now. He could feel his cursed energy rushing through his body like a tsunami. Beneath the shadow of the seat in front of him, a single round hollow eye peeked out, ready to spring upon their opponent at Suguru’s command.
“We’ve been on this train for TEN MINUTES!” the man in the seat in front of him bellowed.
Large fingers gripped onto the edge of the seat and Yaga poked his head out to address both, “If I hear one more word out of either of you, it’s detention for the rest of the week!” His attention resumed to the person in the seat next to him and his head vanished behind the cover of the chair. “And YOU! No smoking on the train.”
A white cigarette with a burned tip was flicked into the aisle. Satoru slowly crawled back into his own space. His hands squeezed onto Suguru’s thighs for support to get into an upright position. Satoru would have gotten across in one piece too, were it not for the fact that his hand slipped and jabbed right into Suguru’s crotch.
Stars danced across his eyes, and he reeled over at once. Without a moment to waste, his small curse leapt at Satoru’s face and its mouth suctioned onto pale skin. It was fortunate that the couple in the seat next to him were not sorcerers and therefore blind to curses. To them it likely appeared that Satoru was pantomiming holding a puppy while Suguru cried out in even more pain when his companion’s body fully collapsed onto his lap.
“What did I just tell you?!?!” Yaga shot up from his seat.
A minute later, Shoko was planted in the window seat next to him. Her hand propped her head up so that she could lazily gaze out the window while completely ignoring him. Satoru on the other hand…
He could see Satoru’s scrunched face scowling at him from the front aisle seat. Suguru snapped his head in the opposite direction. Let him stare all he wants. Satoru looked even more absurd with the red circular imprint on his pale face. It was a much needed splash of color against all the white if you were to ask him.
~*1 hour later*~
Their first mission was a surprising success. Shoko was instructed to remain on the sidelines outside a barrier with Yaga as backup leaving Suguru and Satoru to battle against a cluster of grade 3 curses and an unexpected grade 2 curse who controlled the masses.
Despite their differences, both jujutsu sorcerers discovered that they were on equal footing. Aside from a few initial hits of friendly fire, each had the other’s back when it mattered. They worked surprisingly well together to defeat the curses, although neither would admit that fact to the other.
The train ride back was met with unspoken neutrality. Both parties sat next to each other, but their heads were tilted in the opposite direction. The silence was taken with suspicion by Yaga who kept physically turning in his seat to check on the boys. There was seemingly nothing out of the ordinary. Satoru and Suguru were just two teens sharing earbuds to an iPod and occasionally muttering something about poor taste in music.
~*A few weeks later *~
Satoru wasn’t entirely as terrible a person as Suguru had initially thought. The two had survived a handful of life or death missions from battling curses. Since their initial encounter as a duo, the discovery was made that they complimented each other as a team. Things were going peacefully between them, having reached a mutual level of understanding and comfort with the other. Suguru wholly trusted Satoru with his life and with it came an odd sense of friendship. It was a friendship that he would make poor life decisions for, like agreeing to go on a spontaneous adventure on a school night after an exhausting day of curse exorcisms.
“Suguru, could you be any slower?” Satoru shouted. He skipped excitedly down the vibrant streets of Sendai, zooming past dimly lit buildings and closed doors.
Suguru sighed heavily. His hands plummeted deeper within his pockets. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve argued with Satoru’s remark about trying to make haste, but it was getting late. He pushed his legs to walk a little faster down the sidewalk to catch up to his companion.
Despite being closer to midnight, the streets of Sendai were alive with neon lights and vibrant signs. Only a few shops remained open this late from convenience stores and the occasional bars. Pedestrians were missing from the normally bustling sidewalks having gone to sleep for the night like he should have been. Suguru and Satoru were two high schoolers out past curfew, in search of a shop in the center of a city filled with employees ready to head home for the night.
“Nooooo!!!” Satoru’s voice echoed from around the corner.
Suguru’s body tensed before his feet picked up into a full on sprint down the street. Judging by the cry, he wasn’t too much further from whatever unexpected trouble Satoru had encountered. Cursed energy flared to life in his hands, preparing for the worst.
“Satoru!” He called out, feet skidding to a halt as he sharply turned on the street’s corner.
Satoru kneeled in front of a small shop. His arms drooped limply to his sides with knuckles scraped against the cemented sidewalk’s floor and his attention was directed at the storefront. Hanging from a string in front of the wooden door was a small paper clock with bolded words that read ‘Closed.’
“You monsters!” Satoru cried out. “We are only two minutes past midnight! How could you?”
Suguru bent over in relief and took a few precious seconds to catch his breath, allowing the cursed energy building in his body to fizzle out. Of course the shop had to be closed. Every other establishment in Sendai was likely packing up for the night as well.
Still, Suguru couldn’t help but feel sorry for his crumpled counterpart. They’d fought a particularly annoying curse an hour earlier that kept multiplying into thousands of creatures. The battle had exhausted their energies as they scrambled to locate the real curse which kept evading their grasp. Finally, Satoru located the monster’s unique curse energy and evolved his technique to freeze it in place.
Suguru had used that opportunity to gather the curse’s energy into a swirling palm sized ball of black and green. At once, the clones dissolved into black smoke. Suguru closed his eyes and swallowed the sludge down in one gulp.
Afterwards, Satoru collapsed to his knees just as he had now, and Suguru paralleled by reeling over and vomiting bile onto the floor. With both gasping for air, Satoru had suggested they ditch their curse cleanup duties and head out into the city for something sweet. Suguru exhaustedly agreed to go despite the late hour.
Presently, Suguru walked over to Satoru’s defeated form. He gently placed a hand on Satoru’s shoulder. Fingers curled over the joint naturally. He was still getting used to the fact that he was able to touch the ‘invincible Satoru Gojo’ so easily as of late. There was a level of trust to be said about that as Suguru’s hand smoothed over the fabric of Satoru’s shoulder in a comforting motion. He wouldn’t dwell on the contact too much though. They had much more pressing matters to deal with.
Suguru pointed towards the window with his other hand, “Satoru, the shop lights are still on. We can ask the owners if they’ll make a late night exception for us.”
Satoru’s head shot up to look at Suguru. His lips scrunched into a tiny pout as sniffled, “Okay.”
Suguru used Satoru’s shoulder to propel himself forward. Fatigue was setting in from the latest mission, but he didn’t travel all the way to Sendai to return to Jujutsu High empty handed.
Mission Midnight Mochi was a go.
Suguru tapped his knuckles against the glass window.
“The owner knows we’re here. I can see her peeking out from the kitchen.” Satoru said as he stood up and dusted off his pants.
Suguru cupped his hands onto the window and squinted his eyes into his makeshift binoculars. He wasn’t sure where the kitchen was from his point of view. There were only rows of chairs stacked on top of square tables and an abandoned countertop guarding empty glass cases where goods had been stored. Must be Satoru’s ‘Six Eyes’ at work.
“Excuse me!” Suguru called out. “My friend and I were wondering if you would be willing to sell us some of your mochi before you leave for the night.”
Suguru removed himself from the window and put on his best smile as a short elderly woman with thick round glasses approached the door.
“We’re closed,” she said, bony finger pointing towards the obvious sign.
“We’ve come an extraordinarily long way to be here. Would you make an exception for us?”
“Well…”
Satoru strode over to Suguru’s side in two steps and languidly tossed an arm atop his shoulder.
Suguru scrunched his brows together, “Satoru?”
“Pardon us ma’am,” Satoru said with an air of bravado in his voice. He ran a hand backwards through his fluffed white hair and tilted his chin downward to let the bridge of his glasses slide carefully down his nose. “I’m sure you could make an exception for us. We have money.”
The woman’s cheeks notably blushed red and she pushed her own glasses higher up her face in response, “Ehem! Well! I- I haven’t entirely closed up the shop yet!”
“Perfect.” Satoru grinned. “We'll have two of whatever you’re planning on throwing out.”
“Yes, I’ll be right back! But you can just have them for free as I was of course planning to throw them away anyway.” The elderly woman giggled and rushed towards the counter to fetch a paper bag.
“That’s how it’s done.” Satoru announced smugly.
Suguru’s equally reddened face twisted into confusion.
Satoru’s expression dropped as he blinked behind a curtain of white eyelashes, “What? Was there something stuck in my teeth?” His tongue licked across the outside of his upper teeth to scan for any debris. Dazzling blue eyes gazed at him, waiting for a response.
Suguru swallowed his saliva thickly. The act sent his curse filled stomach into a somersault. He quickly snapped his face in the opposite direction. “I was wondering how you were going to provide a convincing argument. At least she said yes.”
A Cheshire-like grin spread across Satoru’s face as he leaned in closer to whisper into his ear, “Suguru, don’t tell me it worked on you too.”
Suguru felt his cheeks catch fire and he immediately shoved Satoru’s arm off his shoulder. “In your dreams, Satoru. This mochi better be worth the trouble.”
“It assuredly will be!”
A few minutes later, a to-go bag of mochi was handed over. The shop’s inner lights were turned off and the owner went home shortly after. Satoru and Suguru seated themselves on the street curb outside the shop, each holding a pasty green mochi in their hands. They toasted to a successful mission with a sticky tap of mochi and each took a bite at the same time.
“This mochi is – “
“The BEST!”
“The WORST!”
Both heads turned to look at the other. Satoru’s face was glowing with delight while Suguru’s expression was frozen in disgust. They stared at each other for a moment of confusion before the silence was cracked with fits of laughter.
“I can’t believe you dragged me all the way here for crappy mochi.” Suguru chuckled. The aftertaste of cream and edamame was nowhere near as revolting as swallowing a curse, but the sweetness was far too much for his taste buds to manage.
The remark only made Satoru bellow louder, “I have no idea what you’re talking about! Let me try yours.”
Suguru happily handed over his mochi. Satoru opened his mouth wide and took a large bite from the exposed area that Suguru had eaten.
“Tastes amazing!” Satoru said with his mouth full.
“You can have the rest of mine then.”
Satoru’s gaze switched between the two mochi in his hand. “Are you sure? I know how much you wanted to get the taste of that last curse out of your mouth. Thought this was the best idea.”
“Wait,” Suguru blinked, trying to process Satoru’s words. “Is that why we rushed here immediately after the mission instead of going back to school?”
“Yeah!” Satoru grinned.
Suguru breathed out a laugh. There was that sudden feeling again of his chest being squeezed tightly whenever Satoru did something stupid like genuinely care about his wellbeing. “I’m not big into sweets. Never have been.”
Satoru’s jaw dropped, “You’re kidding! How can we even be friends now that I have that knowledge stored among my infinite thoughts?”
“We both know that if you asked anyone else to come on a midnight escapade with you, they’d say no.” Suguru smiled warmly, feeling the loud thrumming of his heart beating against his ribcage.
Satoru’s cheeks bloomed into a bright shade of red. He swallowed down his mochi and grinned widely, “Well it’s their loss for missing out on our awesomeness.”
Suguru laughed in turn. He hunched his back and rested his palm beneath his chin, elbow digging into his thigh for support to comfortably gaze at his friend. Watching Satoru consume mochi was intoxicating. With each bite came a slight shiver in delight. Suguru found himself unable to wipe the smile from his face. He never thought that observing someone eating sweets would be something that he found enjoyable.
However, Satoru was making a complete mess of himself. There was a nagging puff of white cream trapped at the corner of his lip.
“Satoru.”
Satoru continued eating, happily wrapped up in his own pleasurable world. Suguru took it upon himself to reach out and swipe the cream off with his thumb. As soon as his hand was close enough, Satoru attacked his digit with his teeth and bit down hard. His tongue lapped the tip of Suguru’s thumb clean. A shiver ran through Suguru’s entire body. Satoru froze in horror and immediately spit out the trapped thumb.
“Ah, Sorry!” Satoru frantically waved his hands. “Thought you were- well you’re not- we should probably-”
“Yeah- Totally agree. We should definitely head back now,” Suguru finished Satoru’s broken sentence and completely avoided eye contact.
Both stood up from the curb at once and fumbled with their phones to call a taxi.
~* December 2006 *~
“I swear you two aren’t even trying to hide it anymore.” Shoko said apathetically. She cupped a purple lighter in her hand and burned the tip of her cigarette to life. The escaped smoke left a visible trail in the chilly Tokyo air.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Suguru deadpanned.
They stood outside the school’s vending machines, intending to stock up on cheap snacks for their video game night. Suguru was bundled up in a black winter coat. Pressed against his back was a shivering Satoru who’d forgotten his gloves and decided to use Suguru’s coat pockets for warmth. Arms were wrapped around his front in a reverse hug. Suguru didn’t mind the closeness. In fact, he kind of enjoyed it, especially because it kept his best friend from complaining about the temperature for the tenth time.
“Really?” Shoko asked, eyes switching focus between the two teens.
“Satoru was cold,” Suguru shrugged.
Of course he was feigning ignorance. He and Satoru had labeled themselves as best friends; ones who were the strongest, trusted each other with their lives, bickered constantly about their differences, and at the same time, were rarely apart from each other. And yet, they’d become even closer than that.
Suguru found himself smiling more when he was with Satoru. His heart drummed a happier tune. His iPod’s playlist was taken over by EDM and sappy songs instead of death metal. Shoko had caught on immediately after he’d casually mentioned the mochi incident over tea one morning. Was he really that obvious?
However, there was still the pressing matter of Satoru. There was a metaphorical line that Suguru had carefully drawn to protect the friendship that he cherished more than anything in the world. Satoru, on the other hand, was seemingly oblivious to the situation. He unknowingly leapt back and forth over said line with his mixed signals and tested Suguru’s self-control each day.
Such as now, Suguru could feel Satoru’s fingers tickling the sides of his stomach from within his coat pockets. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing, but the corner of his lips twitched in betrayal as they fought a losing battle. Satoru’s chin rested atop his shoulder, and he exhaled warm air down his neck. Every breath only added to the tension. Suguru’s ability to remain composed was slipping by the second. Who needed personal space anyway?
Shoko blew out a ring of smoke, “Sure he’s cold.”
“I’m right here you know,” Satoru said, puffing out his cheeks. Satoru’s fingers squeezed harder into Suguru’s sides.
“HAH!” Suguru cried out, finally giving into the bout of laughter against his will. Satoru’s fingers relentlessly attacked his body in a flurry of tickles. “S-Satoru, please… My sides hurt.”
Satoru pulled his hands free from the coat. Suguru lurched forward and rested his hands on his knees. His lungs worked overtime as he panted in ragged breaths from his excessive burst of laughter. Suddenly, expert feet twirled in front of him. A warm hand tilted Suguru’s chin upwards so that he was forced to peer directly into those familiar, hypnotic blue eyes.
Satoru leaned in closely and gave a seductive smirk, “My room, tonight after dark. We’re going to smash.”
Shoko choked on her cigarette smoke. She patted down her chest with a fist to resume breathing properly.
“You’re welcome to join too Shoko!” Satoru said, breaking eye contact with Suguru but keeping a firm hold on his chin, “Yaga finally let us get a GameCube to play Super Smash Bros Melee.”
“Yeah, I’ll pass,” Shoko coughed out. She gave a curt wave and headed in the direction off campus. “Enjoy your game night.”
“Bye!” Satoru waved back with his free hand.
Suguru was officially going to explode. Their faces were close enough that the ends of Satoru’s hair tickled his nose. Satoru’s glasses lowered and allowed Suguru a glimpse of every detailed fleck of color within Satoru’s starry blue eyes. They were mesmerizing and sent the butterflies in his stomach spiraling out of control.
Satoru returned his focus back to his best friend, “Suguru, your face is doing that tomato thing again. Are you okay?”
Suguru’s brow twitched in irritation. He clenched his fist and sharply punched Satoru in the gut. His companion reeled over with an arm clutching his stomach.
“S-See you tonight then?” Satoru asked between a clenched smile.
“Obviously. Who else is going to eat these snacks that you made me buy while we smash?” Suguru winked and left to head back into the dorms.
Once he was out of sight, his body pressed against the nearest wall, and he slid to sit on the floor. Suguru clutched the fabric over his heart and exhaled a deep, heavy sigh. No wonder Shoko was getting sick of them. There was absolutely something more going on and denial wasn’t doing any good for his mental health. Whatever ‘this’ was, Suguru was determined to sort it out tonight.
~*Game Night*~
The sound of fingers expertly mashing against the buttons of a GameCube controller echoed through the room. Empty chip bags and half consumed bottles of soda were strewn over the floor. Both teens sat on the edge of Satoru’s twin sized bed dressed in comfortable t-shirts and loose pants. Their gazes were locked onto the screen, bodies inclined towards the television and intently focused on the match at hand.
Satoru played the character Fox while Suguru played as Sheik, two swift moving characters with vastly different move sets. The fighters were on their final lives in a three-stock battle to the death and were evenly matched. The button clicks became louder and more furious as the characters fought their best until finally the television flashed and the red word ‘Game!” was printed in thick letters across the screen.
“Aaagh! Suguru, why are you so good at Sheik?” Satoru whined. “Switch right now.”
“It was a close match, Satoru. Why are you complaining?” Suguru rolled his eyes. “Besides, Fox is the most overpowered character in the game. You switch.”
Both glared at each other, tension bubbling between them.
“Fine.” Satoru huffed. “I’ll be Pichu.”
“Then I’ll be Yoshi.” Suguru said.
His fingers resumed clicking buttons to switch his character, but his eyes squinted suspiciously at his best friend. Even as Satoru held an expression of apathy while he moved his joystick to select a new fighter, it was unlike him to give in so easily to the demands of others.
The game began and it was obvious that Satoru had just chosen a weak character at random given the gap in skill. Suguru wasn’t sure what to make of that little detail as he was momentarily distracted, taking too much pleasure in spiking Satoru’s chosen champion off the map. It was too easy.
Suddenly, Suguru lost his grip on his GameCube controller, feeling it pried from his hands by an unknown force. The controller ascended into the air and was launched to the far edge of the bed. Suguru’s character died instantly.
“You’d better get your controller before I two-stock you.” Satoru grinned wickedly. His eyes were still glued to the television screen behind thick black glasses, and it was clear he intended to win within the next thirty seconds.
Suguru blew his bangs away from his face. Two could play that game.
Suguru stretched his arm out to fetch his controller from across the bed. His fingers grazed the handle. Patience was required for this to work. He waited until Satoru was about to finish off his character before firing off his energy to summon a curse. A baseball sized black hole appeared on the floor and from it, a ghastly hand shot upwards and yanked the cord to Satoru’s controller, unplugging it from the console.
Satoru’s button clicking ceased upon realizing his character was permanently frozen, “Oy! Suguru!”
Suguru swiped his own controller back into his hands. Using deft fingers, he quickly mashed a button combo to obliterate Satoru’s character, evening the playing field to one life each.
“That’s what you get for cheating,” Suguru said smugly. He quickly resumed focus back to the game, mere seconds away wiping Pichu clean off the map.
Satoru’s face darkened. Without warning, he lunged at Suguru. Hands grabbed onto Suguru’s broad shoulders, and the force of impact tackled him backwards onto the bed. The air was knocked from his lungs and his GameCube controller scattered to the floor. Satoru’s arms caged his body, palms planted to either side of his head. Suguru was held in place by thighs squeezing onto his waist, effectively pinning him to the mattress.
“There, now you can’t win,” Satoru panted. He hovered over Suguru with a victorious grin.
Suguru plucked the circular glasses off Satoru’s face and tossed them off the bed. “Good luck focusing on the game now with your all-seeing Six Eyes.”
Satoru winced as the light from the bedroom shone into his eyes. He leaned his face closer. Blue orbs glowed through a curtain of loose white hair that brushed against Suguru’s forehead.
“Oh yeah? I bet I could beat you blindfolded,” Satoru challenged.
Suguru raised his hand and cupped the side of Satoru’s face. His thumb gently caressed Satoru’s flushed cheek that leaned into his touch. They were nose to nose with each other. Satoru’s breath was warm against the skin of Suguru’s face. His heart raced in his chest.
“I bet I could beat you with a low grade curse,” Suguru muttered.
Satoru swallowed thickly and his eyelids lowered. His gaze traveled from Suguru’s eyes down to his mouth, “I bet you won’t…”
Suguru closed the distance between them. Their lips clumsily crashed together before setting into a still unmoving kiss. Suguru waited for a heartbeat, afraid to move. He’d finally given into temptation and crossed over the line. There was still time. He could say that his hand slipped.
Satoru’s mouth parted and suddenly, he kissed him back. Suguru let out a throaty groan as Satoru captured his bottom lip to deepen the kiss and his head melted into the bed sheets. At last, he’d gotten his answer to tense months of torture. There was much needed relief given by a single action of mutual desire. Satoru was the only sweet thing he ever wanted to taste again.
Satoru broke the kiss and smiled warmly, “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to make a move? Here I was thinking you didn’t like me in that way.”
Suguru slowly blinked, “Ehhh?”
“Come on, you had to have known!” Satoru pouted. “Geeze, for someone so smart, you sure are dumb.”
Of all the things Satoru could have said, that was the furthest from what Suguru had expected. He couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the situation.
“Shut up,” Suguru smiled joyfully and silenced Satoru with another kiss.