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“Satoru! Long time no see.”
Suguru’s face was the same as it always was, his nights hunting for him endlessly hadnt been for nothing. But he was stuck hiding in the shadows, watching. Watching as he lived a life without him, he moved on from them. All that remained were his memories of the man, no boy that he used to know, the boy that always laughed at his stupid jokes, trained with him, the only person that understood him. Then he left. Walking away just like that, disappearing into the crowd of people, as if their relationship didn't matter, because maybe their relationship didn't matter. Suguru’s monolid eyes were still the same, the same deep black pupils that stared could read our every thought and worry. The comfort that Satoru felt was still there; the nostalgic look that he had in his eyes proved that it was him, his one and only.
“You changed your homescreen?”
“Yeah, isn't she hot?”
Objectively speaking, Waka Inoue was very hot. Nice cushiony lips, pretty face, and a deadly body. Though all of that could also describe Geto Suguru, but that part Satoru kept to himself. Leaning his head back, he turned his head to the side to confirm. Sharp jawline leading to a pale neck perfectly framed by Suguru’s hair. His deep eyes stared at him questioningly as his eyebrows raised and lips pouted. All his features morphed into a handsome man, one who was getting increasingly too close to his face.
“Hey! Why are you getting so close!” he tried to get away, but all he managed to do was slip back onto the couch.
“Well, you were ignoring me…do I have something on my face?” Suguru touched his face, he actually thought something was on his face.
“Nah, I was just zoning out cause of how boring you are.”
Suguru laughed, a hearty one as he leaned closer. His hand moved from the couch back onto Satoru’s shoulder, rubbing it slightly. Satoru felt his face warm up a bit; his shoulders tensed as his face became awkward, overcome with emotion. But Suguru, luckily didnt notice, choosing to lean in closer. Satoru swore he could feel the heat radiating off of Suguru as he leaned into his ear, whispering.
“You sure it wasn't because of how handsome I am? I already know I'm popular with the girls, I didn't know I was also popular with the guys.” Fuck.
If Suguru didn't notice it before, he was sure to notice it now. He could feel his lips centimeters away as his voice echoed in his ear. His awkward face became even stiffer, his torso felt like it was paralyzed, as an unexplained heat washed over his body. Even worse, his face became flushed, and out of instinct, Satoru turned back straight, his view of Suguru’s probably smirking face out of view, and jumped up, his arms straight and firmly by his sides.
That was until the realization of what he just did, Why did I just do that? I should've just kept my cool…ok time for plan B. Nonchalantly, or as nonchalantly as he could, he turned back to face Suguru. Luckily, his face and body were back to normal, except for his semi-sweaty hands, but that was ok, he grabbed the other man by both shoulders, rubbing them, then he moved on to dusting the other man's uniform.
“Satoru, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Don't worry, my king, I'm simply grooming you for all those lucky ladies and men that you so seek.”
Suguru’s confusion returned as he watched the white-haired man dutifully touching his perfectly clean uniform for “dust”, sighing in return If the greatest sorcerer of our time is this obvious to simple flirting, we are so fucked.. But it wasn't bad at least, even if the coach back was separating the two, he had a nice view of Satoru kneeling on the couch cushions, he didn't skip leg day, that's for sure. His cheeks still had a bit of blush on them, and his face kept twisting from despair to smirking mischievously as he continued his strange dusting motions, moving from Suguru’s chest to his arms. How long is he going to hide it? He isnt very good at hiding his crush, practically everyone knows.. However, Suguru couldn't help but chuckle at the helpless man's face; he could practically see the inner turmoil the man was going through, but perhaps he was laughing a bit too hard since he was getting a nasty glare and a punch in the chest in return.
“If you aren't grateful for my services, then I'll take them to someone who can.”
His spoiled tone and pouting lips only made Suguru laugh deeper, who, at this point clutching his stomach. He didn't know what Satoru was thinking or even the rationale behind his actions, but he knew that it was ridiculous. He walked over to Satoru, who was walking away, and pulled on Satoru’s shoulder to pull them together,
“Oh come on, Satoru, it was just an observation. I mean, have you seen my locker during Valentine's? It was practically overflowing.”
Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed a bit as he tried to remember, and as soon as he did, his eyes and mouth opened. But just as quickly as they opened, they closed as his face became stoic.
“Well i also got a bunch of letters and even some chocolate.”
“Oh come on, we both got chocolate…”
As they walked, he continued to tease the poor guy, recounting tales of how both women and men confessed to him, along with the flowery language and intimate details of each confession, until the white-haired man’s face resembled that of a tomato.
“Ok, ok, I get it your popular, jeez.” He rushed off, borderline sprinting away, using the excess of extra training.
“He's gonna have to confess to me one day,” sneering, he walked back to his dorm room imaging the different ways Satoru was going to tell him.