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Suguru has just put on some real clothes when Satoru barges into his room, without knocking, just like he always does. It earns him an unamused glare from Suguru, but since Satoru isn’t even looking at him it has little to no effect.
“I’m back and I’m ready to relax now!” Satoru declares, as if he’s bestowing a great wisdom upon Suguru and Suguru only raises his eyebrow, waiting for Satoru to catch up to the fact that he’s clearly dressed to go out.
It takes Satoru a minute, which is filled with them just staring at each other and then Satoru takes in Suguru’s attire.
“You’re not ready to relax,” he then accusingly says and Suguru snorts out a laugh.
“Clearly,” he gives back.
“Why?” Satoru whines and Suguru goes to put on some shoes.
“Because I’m about to go out,” Suguru explains the obvious and does not falter in the face of Satoru’s pout.
“But why?” Satoru whines again though he does step closer to hang off Suguru’s arm, as if he could make him stop with that.
“Because,” Suguru simply says and then laughs right in Satoru’s face when he blinks at him. “There’s a fair I want to check out,” he eventually relents when Satoru doesn’t stop his pouting.
“No, we’re supposed to relax,” Satoru gives back, tugging on Suguru’s arm to drag him towards the bed.
Suguru is not going to be swayed, though, so he digs his heels in and doesn’t budge an inch.
“Satoru, I have been relaxing for the last two days, I’m tired of it. I get that you’d want to do that, though, so no hard feelings if you don’t want to come along,” Suguru says and gently but firmly pushes Satoru’s hands off him.
“Suguru,” Satoru almost cries out, as if Suguru leaving him for one afternoon is the worst thing in the world and Suguru sighs.
“You can always come along,” he gently reminds him with a little nod towards the door. “It’ll be fun. And there are bound to be some food stalls around,” he tries, knowing that if there’s any way he’ll get Satoru go to with him, it’ll be because of this.
“No, that’s not the same as relaxing here,” Satoru decides, stomping his foot on the ground like the child he clearly is and Suguru rolls his eyes.
“Fine, then relax by yourself,” he gives back, because he’ll not be swayed.
He was looking forward to this fair, so there’s no way in hell that he’s going to allow Satoru to change his mind.
“You would just leave me here?” Satoru asks with a scandalised gasp and Suguru shrugs.
“Sure. You’re a grown up, you can handle being alone for a few hours.”
Suguru walks over to the door, before he throws a glance over his shoulder. “This is your last chance, Satoru.”
Satoru huffs and puffs for a short moment before he deflates.
“Alright, wait, I’ll get changed,” he mutters, just like Suguru knew he would and he shuffles out of the room.
Suguru will give him five minute to get changed, which will turn into fifteen at least, he just knows it, and by then it’ll already be half an hour later than he originally wanted to leave, but he has to admit that if he gets to spend that time with Satoru, then it’s well worth it.
~*~*~
Suguru and Satoru are comfortably stretched out on the bed, the TV running and a bag of snacks between them. It’s a bag so far only Suguru has reached into and he eyes Satoru curiously whenever he does it but Satoru doesn’t.
“What’s going on with you?” Suguru asks after the fourth time, because he knows for a fact that Satoru likes these snacks—otherwise Suguru wouldn’t have them in the first place—but still he doesn’t reach for them.
“What do you mean?” Satoru asks, not taking his eyes away from the screen and Suguru looks from the snack bag back to Satoru.
“You haven’t taken a single one yet,” he then explains and Satoru finally tears his attention away from whatever is happening on screen to look down at the bag.
“Yeah, don’t wanna,” he then shrugs off as if Suguru would believe that.
He saw Satoru’s hand twitch.
“Liar,” he immediately gives back. “Why are you being so difficult?”
“It’s hardly difficult of me to not eat snacks,” Satoru sniffs out and Suguru reaches over to poke Satoru in the side.
“Are you getting sick? Is this like with dogs, where the first sign of an impending illness is when they are refusing their favourite treat?”
“Hey, hey, stop that,” Satoru yells out and tries to avoid Suguru’s poking hand, not that he’s very successful with it.
“Then tell me what’s going on,” Suguru tries yet again, because this really is suspicious.
“Nothing, nothing, it’s just—” Satoru squirms away to get out of Suguru’ reach and Suguru allows it.
“It’s just what?”
He doesn’t know if he’s suspecting something borderline stupid to come out of Satoru’s mouth or if it’s going to be something serious—it’s always fifty-fifty with Satoru—and so he braces himself just in case.
“Shoko said I gained weight,” Satoru finally mutters, a faint flush on his face and he’s avoiding Suguru’s gaze. “And we wanted to go out to eat later. So, I’m just trying to not eat so much.”
Suguru blinks.
“That’s stupid,” he then decides and puts his hand to Satoru’s decidedly flat stomach. “Gained weight where? On your earlobe? Hell, I can still count your ribs like this, what in the hell is Shoko even on about?” Suguru demands to know and he tactfully doesn’t mention the fact that Satoru is being vain right now.
“I don’t know, she didn’t elaborate,” Satoru mumbles and Suguru shakes his head.
“Yeah, well, she’s clearly talking shit, I can tell you that. Now, this is your last chance to get some of these as well before I polish them all off,” Suguru then threatens, reaching for the bag again.
Satoru hesitates for a brief moment, before his hand flies out, clutching the bag to his chest.
“You promise I’m not fat?”
That makes Suguru outright laugh.
“Satoru, you’re a goddamn bean-pole. You’re not fat. You’re not even chubby. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Fine,” Satoru huffs out and then stuffs his hand wrist deep into the bag. “It’s all mine then.”
Suguru could fight him for it, but he finds that he doesn’t particularly want to. Right now he’s happier seeing Satoru munch away and he does not think too hard on the warm feeling that’s spreading in his chest.
~*~*~
Suguru feels as if he’s going to faint. His heart is beating so fast in his chest that he thinks it might just beat itself right out of its confines and it makes him vaguely sick.
In all honesty, there’s probably not much he actually has to fear; this is Satoru after all.
He trusts him to not let this change anything should his feelings be unreciprocated.
And yet–
“Hey, you okay?” Satoru asks him, his head tilted slightly as if that would make things clearer. “You look kind of pale. Are the curses from yesterday still disagreeing with you?”
“It’s fine,” Suguru presses out and forces himself to take a deep breath. He promised himself he would tell Satoru about his feelings today.
There’s no real reason for this date specifically, it’s just–he’s been pushing it off for so long now, and he just knows that if he doesn’t choose a specific date, he’s probably never going to do it.
“Something clearly is not fine,” Satoru gives back, because of course he would choose today of all days to not take Suguru at face value and Suguru sighs.
“There’s actually something I need to talk to you about. Well, tell you, more like,” he says, his voice faint and trembling and immediately he has all of Satoru’s considerate attention.
“Okay, hit me with it.” He seems eager to hear whatever it is Suguru has to say and now, finally, does the worry set in.
What if Satoru doesn’t like him like that? What if he laughs at him and avoids him and eases himself out of Suguru’s life? What if he reacts with disgust? Suguru doesn’t know if Satoru is into guys, after all, and now he laments the fact that he never even considered this.
He usually overthinks everything, how could he have not done it this time?
“Suguru, breathe,” Satoru warily tells him when Suguru is just about to hype himself into a panic attack and Suguru sucks in a reflexive breath.
“Are you sure you want to talk about whatever it is? It doesn’t seem like it to me,” Satoru carefully says once Suguru has his breathing back under control and Suguru squares his shoulders.
He has carried this with him for so long now, there’s no way he’s going to chicken out now.
“No, I am,” Suguru replies. “I gotta. Listen, I–” he hesitates again. “This is your last chance to back out,” is what comes out of his mouth next and Satoru’s lips reflexively curl into a smile at hearing the now so familiar sentence before he frowns again.
“Why would I back out if it’s something that’s bothering you? I can’t help if you don’t tell me what it is.”
“Oh man,” Suguru whispers, his heart fluttering dangerously in his chest and he reaches out to take Satoru’s hand in his.
He wishes their relationship was less touchy, so this would already hold meaning, but Satoru simply curls his fingers around Suguru’s, clearly not thinking twice about it.
“Okay, listen,” he tries again and he forces himself to look straight at Satoru. “I love you. I’m in love with you. Romantically.”
It takes everything in him to stop after that, to not ramble on and on and then laugh it off as a joke and he keeps his eyes on Satoru’s face because it’s not as if there’s a safe space to look anyway.
But thanks to that he sees Satoru’s brow furrow in confusion for a brief moment before his entire face lights up. His eyes even sparkle and Suguru wonders how the hell he does that.
“I’m in love with you, too!” Satoru then happily says and squeezes Suguru’s hand again. “This is what you were worried about?” he then asks and Suguru does feel a little bit silly for it, now, so he shrugs.
“Couldn’t have known,” he tells Satoru who shakes his head.
“Sure you could have. It’s us, Suguru. You’re my one and only, I’m not shy to say that and you really thought there was a chance that I wouldn’t feel that way?”
“You–could have meant that in a platonic way,” Suguru tries to argue even though he knows it’s futile and he doesn’t even know why he’s doing it in the first place.
After all, this is the outcome he really hoped for.
“Never,” Satoru says and steps close. His eyes drop to Suguru’s lips, his intent clear, and Suguru reflexively licks over them.
“This is your last chance to back out,” Satoru whispers, making Suguru huff out a laugh with that and when Satoru smiles in response Suguru closes the last bit of distance between them.
It’s just a brief kiss and yet it makes Suguru feel happy and light in a way he has never known before and when he moves back he sees the same blissed out expression on Satoru’s face.
He guesses it’s safe to assume that they will be doing this a lot, and Suguru really sees no reason at all to mind that.