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"So, whatever you do, you absolutely cannot tell Satoru about this."
"Tell Satoru about what?"
The sound of his lover's melodious (to him, at least) voice caused Suguru to freeze. He turned around slowly, plastering a smile on his face and hoping Satoru wouldn't see through it.
"Toru, hey. I- I didn't notice you there."
Satoru raised an eyebrow and Suguru gulped. Just a few moments ago, he had been ranting to Shoko about his, uh, secret. How it was getting harder to keep it from Satoru and how he did not want to scare Satoru off by revealing it too soon. See, Suguru had a sort of... genetic condition, stemming from his father's side. It was something only his family and Shoko knew about. Something he could not risk revealing to Satoru so soon in their relationship. Sure, they had been dating for a little over half a year now. And, sure, Satoru had made it perfectly clear that he would love and cherish Suguru regardless of the other's self-declared flaws and imperfections (Suguru had made the same clear to Satoru). But, this was something that had driven away a lot of Suguru's partners in the past. Suguru could not risk that happening with Satoru. Satoru was, to put it simply, the kind of guy whose picture would come up if you looked up the meaning of the word 'perfect'. He was kind, sweet, funny, intelligent, caring, beautiful, sexy, attentive- basically everything anyone could wish for in a partner and more. Suguru had been incredibly lucky to run into Satoru (and spill his coffee all over that expensive white jacket of his) on that one fateful Tuesday morning. Even more lucky that Satoru had accepted his offer of an apology brunch. One thing lead to another and, well, here they were. 6 Months strong and more obnoxiously in love than those couples in the Hallmark movies Satoru loves so much.
"What shouldn't Shoko tell me, Sugs?"
Fuck. Why did Satoru have to walk in at that exact moment- of all times? Helplessly, Suguru looks to Shoko for guidance. She just shrugs, clearly trying to hold back her laughter. Traitor.
"Uh... S- she shouldn't tell you that- that I, um... that I'm cheating on you."
"What."
"WHAT?!"
"Fuck."
"Cheating on him? Seriously, Suguru? Out of all the things you could've said."
"I- I don't know, okay! I just panicked and... and you weren't much help, either."
Suguru groaned, burying his head into his hands. He could not, for the life of him, figure out what possessed him to tell Satoru that he was cheating on him. Suguru would rather let his body be taken over by an evil, immortal man who wanted the world to fall to chaos than cheat on Satoru. He was, as Shoko and the rest of their friends put it, 'fucking whipped' for the man. So much so that he had actually created a Pintrest board titled 'Wedding Inspo ;) ' after his and Satoru's first date. Suguru would never even think of cheating on Satoru. He had just blurted out the first thing that came to mind and, because he was thinking of Hallmark movies just a few seconds prior, it just so happened to be cheating. He could not forget the hurt look on Satoru's face. It was there for only a split second before giving way to rage but God did Suguru want to kick himself for causing it. He wanted to explain afterwards. To tell Satoru that it was all a big misunderstanding and that he was not actually cheating on him- but Satoru hadn't given him the chance. What Satoru had done, was slap him, call him a lying bastard and then stormed out of Shoko's apartment. If Suguru hadn't been so shocked from the slap (well, partially shocked and partially turned on), he would've ran after him and begged for a chance to explain himself. Alas, Suguru was too stunned (and horny) to speak and, by the time he came to his senses, Satoru was gone.
Well what was I supposed to do? It's not like I could just go and blurt out the truth."
"Yeah but... you could've said anything else."
"So could you."
Suguru groaned again. This was not how he envisioned today at all. Him and Satoru were supposed to help Shoko move into her new apartment and then head home (Suguru's place) to cuddle and watch another one of those cheesy Hallmark movies Satoru loved- maybe even stop at Satoru's favorite bakery (the same bakery where they first met, actually) on the way there to grab a sweet treat they could share whilst the movie played. Of course, Satoru would try to get handsy with Suguru and Suguru would have to, unfortunately, turn Satoru down and remind him to focus on the movie. It's not like Suguru didn't want to have sex with Satoru. It was all he wanted, actually. The idea of Satoru, naked and spread out beneath him, crying as Suguru pounded into him from behind lived rent free in Suguru's mind. However because of his, cough, 'genetic condition', Suguru had to hold off on railing Satoru into oblivion- for now, at least. He planned on jumping the other man as soon as he was brave enough to reveal his secret but for the past 6 months they had been together, he had to continuously turn Satoru down which, yeah, in hindsight, may have been a contributing factor to Satoru's anger at being 'cheated' on.
"Oh God. I'm such an idiot."
"You're only figuring this out now ?"
Shoko snickered. Suguru shot her a look.
"This isn't the time for jokes, Sho. I need to figure out a way to win Satoru back."
"Why don't you, y'know, just talk to him? Text him if you're feeling lazy."
Shoko was way too nonchalant about this whole thing for Suguru's liking. He had tried talking to Satoru (after he snapped out of his slap-induced stupor and Shoko had gone to get a cigarette- those things were going to kill her one day) but found that the other man had blocked him on everything (Satoru did not mess around when it came to cheaters). He could try calling Satoru's work number but, knowing Satoru, he was probably blocked on there, too. He said as much to Shoko, lounging miserably on her couch and wallowing in his own self pity.
"Shoko. What am I gonna do?"
"Go to his apartment and beg on your hands and knees for forgiveness?"
Shoko had said it sarcastically but... she did have a point. Suguru took a minute to mull it over, and then...
"Shoko... you GENIUS!"
Satoru, as Suguru knew well by now, absolutely adored Hallmark movies. He confessed to Suguru that it was his dream to have his partner set up a big, grand, romantic gesture just for him. Suguru had stowed that information away in the back of his mind for when he planned on proposing but, well, who's to say Satoru can't have his dream come true twice. With a plan already beginning to form in his mind, Suguru jumped up from the couch, eager to win back his boyfriend and, possibly, finally reveal his big secret. He bolted toward Shoko's door, ignoring her grumbling of him being 'a dumbass'.
"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something?"
Suguru skid to a halt. Oh, right. He turned around, awkwardly leaning forward to kiss Shoko's forehead.
"Uh... thanks?"
She blinked.
"No, you idiot, I meant your phone!"
"Ohhhhh... right, yeah, thanks."
Shoko did not get paid enough for this.
The plan was perfect- at least, in Suguru's opinion.
He had broken snuck into Satoru's apartment by bribing convincing the guard downstairs to let him into the building whilst Satoru was at work. He also bribed convinced Shoko to help him set everything up. There were rose petals strewn across the floor- beginning at the entrance and leading into the living room. Inside the actual living room itself, was a heart made of flowers, neon lights spelling out Satoru's name in the middle and an array of Satoru's favorite desserts and pastries lining the coffee table beneath it. On top of that, Suguru had purchased a brand new, three piece, sleek black suit with an Oxford blue tie to compliment Satoru's eyes and the bouquet of flowers he was holding- which consisted of Holly leaves, purple narcissuses (Satoru's favorite), blue hydrangeas, baby's breath and white roses. Satoru's favorite old timey love songs were playing (well, technically they were being streamed from a Spotify playlist Suguru made) on the gramophone Suguru had purchased two days ago (from some shady looking antique dealer he was pretty sure gave him a foot fungal infection) and all Satoru's plushies had been dressed up in cute blue, white and purple outfits and were sitting on the couch holding a variety of gifts (Suguru had contemplated just making Satoru one of those gift basket things he saw on TikTok but he decided this would be a lot more personal and fun)- that ranged from inexpensive little doodles and notes (reminding Satoru how amazing Suguru thought he was) to Cartier and Swarovski jewelry (it was worth the splurge).
Everything had been meticulously set up and planned to a T. Suguru just had to await Satoru's arrival. He swallowed, his free hand fidgeting with his tie as he tried to calm his nerves. It wasn't that he was afraid Satoru wouldn't agree to hear him out- Satoru was too kind for that- he was afraid of what would happen after Satoru heard him out. Whilst it wasn't as bad as cheating, Suguru's real secret had driven away many other people in the past. And, whilst Satoru was different from 'other people', Suguru couldn't help but feel insecure over it. It had barely been four days since he had last spoken to Satoru and he was already going slightly insane (Shoko would argue that he had always been insane- and that Satoru leaving had just made things worse- but that was besides the point). He couldn't imagine what would happen to him if Satoru left for good.
The sound of keys jingling in the lock snapped Suguru out of his anxiety spiral. Satoru was home. It was now or never. He took a deep breath to calm himself, eyes trained on the front door as Satoru stepped in, looking just as beautiful after a long and tiring day at work as he did when he was all dolled up and ready to go on a date at whatever fancy restaurant Suguru had made reservations for. The shock and surprise were evident on Satoru's face as he closed the door behind him and dumped his bag and keys on the floor. Wondering into the living room, his eyes widened when he saw Suguru and all the work he had set up. Satoru blinked, looking confused and conflicted and also incredibly touched- just what Suguru was going for.
"Suguru... what- what's all of this?"
"Satoru, baby, I never cheated on you."
"You... didn't?"
"No. No I-" Suguru sighed, taking a hesitant step closer to the other man. "I could never cheat on you, Toru."
"Then- then why'd you say-"
"I was scared. To admit my real secret to you. It's something I've kept hidden from, well, basically everyone except Shoko and my family for a long time. It's pretty embarrassing, too. I didn't want to admit it to you but you were standing right there and overheard what I was saying and I just... I panicked and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. I don't even know why I said something that dumb, Toru. I would never even dream of cheating on you. You- you're my everything. I love you so much that I started planning our wedding after our first date. I love you so much that- that I set all this up for you in the hopes that you would possibly forgive me and allow me a second chance with you."
"Sugs... I- I can't believe you did all of this for me. It's just- wow. All of this just to apologize? I mean, this... it's amazing. I can't even believe you'd-"
"Toru."
Suguru cuts off Satoru's rambling with an earnest smile. As much as he'd love to hear his boyfriend praise all his hard work (which would get him hard in exchange), Suguru had one last thing to do before he started the celebrations of winning Satoru back. He held out the flowers to Satoru, who immediately took them with a soft smile.
"I have something else to confess."
"Yeah?"
"My secret, from before. The one I was telling Shoko to not tell you under any circumstances. I... I'm finally ready to tell you about it."
"Go on, Sugs, you know I won't judge."
Satoru's voice was so impossibly loving. His expression so earnest and warm and sweet. It gave Suguru all the confidence he needed to slowly reach up, with trembling hands, and pull off his wig.
"Satoru. My secret is... I'm bald."
"Oh... my god."
"It's a genetic thing, from my father's side of the family. Us Geto men we... well, we tend to start losing our hair at a very early age- and, once it's gone, it won't come back. I lost all my hair when I was 17, Toru, and I've been wearing these wigs ever since. I was afraid to tell you because... be- because all my past partners left me once they found out and- and I really, really like you, Satoru. In fact, I'm in love with you. So madly, deeply in love with you that I didn't want to chase you off by revealing my baldness too soon."
"Suguru..."
"That- that's also why I didn't want to have sex with you. It wasn't because I didn't see you in that way or anything. It was because I... I was afraid my wig would fall off whilst we were having sex and you'd be horrified."
"You could never horrify me, Sugs."
"Really?"
Suguru looked up hopefully, his smile fading when he saw the way Satoru was pursing his lips and very obviously trying not to laugh.
"Are... are you seriously finding this funny right now?"
Suguru stared at Satoru incredulously and it seemed like that was all it took to break him because Satoru burst out into full bodied laughter. Doubling over and clutching his stomach, his giggles echoing throughout the apartment. Suguru had to admit that it made him snicker a little, too. Satoru's laughter was one of his favorite sounds in the world, after all. The joke got stale pretty quickly, though, and Satoru kept laughing for a good twenty minutes. It got to a point where he was just wheezing and rolling around on the floor with tears streaming down his cheeks. Every time Suguru tried to check if he was okay, Satoru would started laughing again. Eventually, Suguru just gave up and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Satoru to finish. He failed to see how him being vulnerable and open with the love of his life was funny but at least Satoru hadn't broken up with him so, hey, a win is a win.
"Are you done?"
"Y- yeah just... just gimme a m- minute. Jesus Christ."
Satoru wiped the tears from his eyes, slowly sitting up on the floor and grinning when he noticed Suguru's deadpan expression.
"Mind telling me what exactly about this situation is funny?"
Satoru snickered and Suguru just knew he was tempted to say some witty retort. He seemed to think better of it at the last second, though, and, instead, stood up and pressed a chaste kiss to Suguru's lips. Oh how Suguru missed the feeling of Satoru's mouth on his.
"Its funny that you thought I'd judge you for being bald, Sugs. I'm no baldphobe."
"Well, yeah, but-"
Satoru shut him up with another kiss- a longer one this time.
"Sugs, I love you. I love you because you're kind and funny and sweet and smart and you go along with all my dumbass jokes and you spoil me rotten whenever we see each other and you make me feel seen and heard in ways I never have before. I love you because you dragged me out of bed at 7am to go help Shoko unpack her things and move into her new place without getting anything for it in return. I love you because you saw a little girl crying in the grocery store and made her laugh by pretending to fall over. I love you because you broke into my apartment-"
"Snuck into your apartment."
"- to set all this up for me as an apology for a misunderstanding. I- God, Suguru- I love you for who you are. I love you for your stupidly big heart and sweet smile and hugs that never fail to light up my day. I love you, for you, Suguru. Whether or not you're bald doesn't make a difference to me. You're still my Suguru even with your big shiny head."
"You- you really mean that?"
"Yeah, Sugs, yeah I do."
"But... but you're always complimenting my hair, er, wigs, though. You said it was my best feature."
"I did, yeah. And I still think the wigs make you look incredibly handsome, but..."
"But?"
"But this is nice, too. Even if it will take some getting used to."
Suguru smiled, releasing a breath of relief he didn't know he had been holding. Satoru loved him. Satoru loved him. Not only that, but Satoru loved him bald. Suguru was going to have to speed up those proposal plans.
"You remember the 'hear me out cake' trend on TikTok?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I was thinking we should do one."
"Oh? And who would you want to be heard out on, hm?"
"Your dad."
"Yeah- wait. What?"
"Yep. Papa Geto can get it any day."
"But- but he... he's BALD."
"And? So are you?"
"That's different! Satoru, my dad is not a 'hear me out'. He- he's a... a- a 'don't hear me out'. A- a 'deaf'. Satoru he's a 'deaf'!"
"No ways! Papa Geto is perfect, Suguru. He's a total silver fox and he's such a gentleman- both in and out of bed."
"He's not a- what. Both in and out of WHAT?!"