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Standing on the porch of a neat and quaint looking cottage, outside in the winter chill, Satoru slumps himself over you from behind. You're bundled up in a thick coat, scarf tucked snug around your neck and hands shoved deep into your pockets to protect them from the freezing air. He, on the other hand, just has a sweater and a scarf on, relishing in the cooler temperatures. It gives him a boost—crisp air all day, no sweating, no annoying bugs, he feels much more alert outdoors when it snows.
While he clings, waiting for the owner of the little home to come to the door, his eyes wander. The outside of the building is well maintained, and it looks like in the warmer months there would be flowers growing up the path towards the door.
When you said he'd have to stay with your colleague while you go on a work trip up to the city, he practically threw a fit—why couldn't he come with you? Why can't they come to town and stay in a hotel? How long are you going away? Are you leaving him forever? You're leaving him forever!
It was all very dramatic, but now, looking at the cute place your colleague lives, he doesn't think it'll be too bad to stay here for a day or two. It's tucked away in the forest area of town, too, which makes it so much better. Maybe he can sneak out and go for walks or torment the neighbours at night by staring towards their windows with his too large, bright blue eyes that reflect eerily in the light. He huffs at the thought, blowing hot air straight into your eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” You ask, voice slightly muffled by the soft and well worn scarf you're using to shield half of your face with.
“Nothing~” he chirps, clearly lying as you angle your head to look up at him. He has the classic *I'm going to cause problems* glint in his crystal blue eyes. So smug.
The door unlocking saves him from whatever reprimand you were about to give him, and it's then that Satoru realises he never listened to you when you explained who he was being handed to for the duration of your trip.
The man greets you both with a soft smile, long black hair half tied into a bun and half laying softly over his broad shoulders and down his back. “Sorry for keeping you, please come in,” he purrs, voice warm and disarming. His eyes find Satoru’s briefly, dark purple orbs that hide a certain brand of safe charisma you'd find in a priest clashing with Satoru’s otherworldly and bright blue irises that currently scream that he's ready for a fight.
“Oh, please, we didn't wait long,” you begin, ignoring how he’s gone rigid and tugging the lanky hybrid through the threshold, out of the snow and into the warmth of this so-called colleague's home. “Thank you again for this, Suguru, it's such a massive help.”
Wait, Suguru? That's this guy's name? But the door said Geto… are you on a first name basis?!
“You don't have to keep thanking me, you know,” Suguru laughs, a fond and inviting sound that makes Satoru want to hear more but also makes his tail bristle with the urge to throw this guy out the window, snatch you and run.
You give a guilty chuckle back, pulling your hands from around Satoru’s arm to slide the shoulder bag you've been carrying off your arm. “Habit, I guess,” you shrug, handing the black bag over to Geto. “This has his blanket and a couple of toys he keeps near him, plus his meal times and preferred food…”
Your conversation dissolves in the white haired man's ears. All he can focus on is how friendly and casual you're being with this pretty male colleague. Wait, pretty!? Slip of the tongue, or mind, or… whatever! He doesn't like this!
There's only one person's scent in the house, a warm cinnamon mixed with sandalwood. It's strong, not in a way that it's overwhelming, but in the sense that it won't leave. Like a safety net of sorts. Satoru can tell a lot about someone from scent alone, and Suguru Geto doesn't give off any major bad man tells. In fact, the more he tries to find something, the more he's reassured that he's safe which annoys the fuck out of him.
He's usually not possessive like this. Sure, he might joke about it, but the man is nowhere near insecure in you both belonging to each other. He just wasn't prepared to come face to face with someone, especially a man who has disarmed him so quickly and who you seemingly have a strong connection with. He internally notes to himself to pluck every piece of information from you about Suguru and your relationship once you're home.
“Sorry, he can get a little protective.” He's roused from his dooming when he feels your hand stroke over the back of his neck. Apparently he's been addressed but tuned the entire thing out.
“I expected as much,” Suguru hums, Satoru scoffs, you roll your eyes.
“Its good to finally meet you, Satoru.” Geto tries again, this time with Satoru actually listening. The fingers in his hair keep him from working himself up more. “I've heard a lot about you at work.”
He perks up at that, shoulders relaxing as his tail swishes proudly before wrapping itself around your leg—a habit, a comfort.
“Yeah?” A cocky smirk grows on the taller man's lips, ego throbbing with the confirmation that you talk about him at work. His focus drifts from Suguru to where you're standing next to him and a lilted purr leaves his pretty lips, “you love me that much, huh? I mean, I can't blame you babe, I'd talk about me too.”
“Nobody said it was a good thing,” comes your rebuttal, sighing and folding your arms.
“Of course it's a good thing; there's nothing bad to say.”
Silence.
Satoru seems to be the only one unaffected by his self important comments, which tracks. He just stands there like it's obvious, satisfied and so very proud of himself. Suguru, on the other hand, now has a wry smile set on his lips, realising you were not, in fact, joking about your hybrid’s personality. He actually thinks whatever you’ve attempted to explain to him has been a slight understatement to just how blasé his overall attitude seems to be.
“Anyway,” you speak up, feeling the charge of the atmosphere rising to a level that you'd currently rather avoid—Suguru looks annoyed, likely regretting his offer to look after your beloved for you and the latter is utterly oblivious of the ebony haired man's exasperated look. If this is what they're like now, after meeting for maybe five minutes, then you dread to think about what will become of the pair after two days of living together without a mediator.
Turning fully to face Satoru, you tap his chin with your index finger, getting his attention with lazy and practiced ease.
“Behave for me, okay?” It's a poorly disguised plea—you can't have Suguru be tormented while you're away and he's doing you the biggest favour you could have ever asked for. Especially now that you've finally gotten closer with him, and you don't want to jeopardise that with Satoru being, well, himself.
“Yeah, yeah,” comes the indifferent response, but the way his expression drops clues you into the fear that could be gnawing away at him.
He's never done well being separated from you. It's hard to figure out where such attachment issues sprouted from, but they've certainly dug their roots in and planted them firmly into the base of your relationship.
“Satoru.”
“Whatttt…”
“Promise you'll behave for Suguru, okay?”
Quiet again. Blue orbs travel to meet purple ones, studying the new presence that he's being handed to like some needy kitten.
“I will be on my absolute best behaviour.”
Reaching up, you ruffle his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead, “good boy.” You praise, the words falling easily from your tongue. Suguru pushes off the wall and opens the door for you once your petting and fussing has finished.
“Thanks again, Suguru,” you hum, stepping out into the cold once more, “once I'm back, let me know how I can return the favour.”
“Sure, I'll think about it.” A lie—he doesn't really care about returning favours, he's just glad he can help you while also getting a closer understanding of such a rare hybrid. It's a little shitty of him, he knows that, but it's not like he's causing anybody any harm.
Nodding, you wave goodbye, urging him to close the door fast to keep the inside of the home nice and cozy, “I'll be home soon ‘toru.”
“Don't miss me too much~”
And with that, you hear the door close behind you, and you're left to wonder how long it will take for them to stop trying to get under each other's skin and just coexist like any other normal person. But you also suppose that's a tall order, considering how provocative Satoru is by nature and how Suguru can't help but stir the pot even more.
For your sake, you hope this trip ends sooner rather than later.