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Satoru groaned as he cracked his neck, hanging up his towel and turning off the bathroom light. Luckily, the teacher’s dorms had connected bathrooms, so he didn’t have to worry about running into anyone as he crossed through the small kitchenette and into his bedroom, pulling on a pair of boxers and turning the tv on. He straightened out the soft blankets on his bed, getting ready to lay down when he heard a knock at his front door.
He immediately recognised the cursed energy as Megumi’s, opening the door and inviting the younger boy in. “What’s up, Gumi-bear?” He asked.
Megumi shrugged, oversized sweatshirt sliding off of his shoulder. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” He asked softly. “Please, ‘Toru?”
Satoru’s heart melted and he looped one arm around Megumi’s shoulders, scooping him up into a bridal carry. “Of course, sweetheart.” He made his way back to the bedroom, setting Megumi down on the edge of the bed.
Megumi lifted his arms up in the air, and Satoru took it as a sign to pull his sweater off over his head. He climbed under the blankets, eagerly curling up against Satoru’s side. He threw his arm over Satoru’s chest, hand splayed out across the warm, pale skin over his sternum.
“What’s going on, Gumi?” Satoru asked, carding his fingers through his inky black hair.
“Bad day,” Megumi grunted. “I jus’ wanted to lay with you.”
“Yeah?” Satoru asked, his voice taking on that gentle lilt he only used when he was alone with Megumi. “I’ve got you, doll.”
They had never really talked about it. Somewhere along the line, Satoru and Megumi became more. He didn’t have a good name for it, something more than teacher, far too intimate to be any kind of parent, but not quite enough to be a boyfriend. No matter what Megumi needed from him, he would always provide.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Satoru asked, squeezing Megumi closer.
Megumi shook his head, grabbing Satoru’s free hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I wan’ you to talk,” he said softly.
“You want me to talk about you?” Satoru asked. “How handsome you are? How strong you are? How proud you make me?”
Megumi hid his face in Satoru’s chest, nodding and squeezing his hand. “Please?”
“You’re so perfect, doll,” Satoru continued. “So good for me.” He looked down when he felt something wet hit his chest, realizing that Megumi was crying. “Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Megumi cried softly, clinging to Satoru harder than before. “Why didn’t he want me?” he whimpered.
Satoru cocked his head, smoothing a hand over Megumi’s hair. “Who said they didn’t want you?” He asked gently.
“M-my dad.” He cried harder, shoulders heaving with the weight of his sobs.
Satoru’s heart broke, watching the light of his life fall apart in his arms. He pulled the blankets up further, scooping Megumi into his arms. “Your father was a bad man,” he whispered. “It doesn’t matter what he did. It’s okay. You have me, now.”
Megumi sniffled. “What if I don’t?” He gasped.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Satoru rocked Megumi in his lap, gently swaying side-to-side. “I’m never gonna leave you. I’ll always want you, baby. You’re my Megumi. I’m never gonna let go of you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, sweetheart.” Satoru cupped his face and tilted his chin up, seeing that Megumi had bitten his own lip hard enough that a single drop of blood trailed down his chin. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself, love.” He used his thumb to tug Megumi’s lip out from between his teeth.
Megumi huffed, reflexively chewing on his cheek. He’d always done this, ever since he was young. Satoru prodded his mouth open, sliding two lithe fingers past his lips for Megumi to suck on. Megumi started sucking immediately, his sobs calming as his tongue danced over his fingers. He had his legs on either side of Satoru’s lap, arms wrapped around him like a koala.
With one hand occupied in his mouth, Satoru used his other hand to gently run his nails up and down Megumi’s back, soothing him as they swayed gently. “I know it’s tough,” Satoru said. “You grew up so fast, taking care of yourself and your sister, learning how to use your technique, getting good grades. You did so well even though you didn’t have a daddy to help you.”
Megumi nodded weakly.
“But you still need your daddy to take care of you, don’t you?”
Megumi squeezed his eyes shut, nodding again as a tear fell down his cheek.
“It’s okay, baby boy. You want me to be your Daddy?” Satoru whispered.
“P’ease?” Megumi slurred around Satoru’s fingers, looking up at him.
“Always,” Satoru replied. “You know I’ll always take care of you. Daddy will always be right here. I know,” He cooed. “I know it’s hard to grow up without your daddy.”
Satoru slowly laid down, pulling Megumi close and guiding the younger boy’s head to his chest. He pulled his hand away from Megumi’s mouth for a second, earning an annoyed whine. Megumi wriggled, huffing and grumbling in Satoru’s arms.
“Relax,” Satoru whispered, getting out of bed and lifting Megumi into his arms. “I just wanna move to the chair.” He settled in the large armchair in his bedroom, letting Megumi lay across his lap and rest his head on his chest. Satoru pulled a soft blanket over their bodies, keeping Megumi warm. “Look at this, Doll. We get our own little world, right here. Just me and my baby.”
Megumi nuzzled deeper into Satoru’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Satoru ran a hand through his black hair, while his other hand gently caressed Megumi’s face.
“Remember when you first came to campus with me?” Satoru asked. “You were only five, and you were too little to have your own room.”
“It w’s right after Tsumiki got sick,” Megumi mumbled, Satoru’s fingers resting on his lower lip.
“That’s right,” Satoru said, long nails scratching his scalp. “It was just you and me. There was a big storm, right?”
Megumi hummed.
“And you were scared–”
“I wasn’t scared,” Megumi argued.
“Shh,” Satoru whispered. “It’s okay. Little boys are allowed to be scared.” He brushed his thumb against Megumi’s lower lip, coaxing the boy into opening his mouth again. “You were scared, but you didn’t want to go to bed. So, you and I curled up in my chair just like this. Do you remember that?”
“Mhm.” Megumi blinked slow, breathing in Satoru’s bodywash.
“And I held you in bed, just like this.” Satoru used his middle and ring fingers to push Megumi’s lips apart, sliding them into his mouth and pressing on his tongue. “And that’s when I knew, I wanted you to be my baby boy forever.”
Megumi’s eyes were glassy, staring up at Satoru as he drooled around his fingers, sucking lightly. Satoru wiped his nose and cheeks, gently brushing away his tears. Megumi let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a babble, opening his mouth wider.
Satoru cooed at him, leaning down to nuzzle their noses together and pressing a third finger against his tongue. “This what you needed, baby?” He asked. “Yeah? You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you? My little boy.” He couldn’t help the protective edge in his words, wanting to keep Megumi safe in his arms, wrapped up in infinity.
He looked down at Megumi, the Six Eyes boring into his soul. He studied the fluttering shadow of eyelashes on his cheekbones, the line of drool trickling down his chin, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. He studied Megumi’s cursed energy, the guilt and fear disappearing, getting replaced by vulnerable contentment.
“You ready for bed, little one?” Satoru asked gently. “You wanna sleep in bed with Daddy, tonight?” He pulled his fingers from Megumi’s mouth, cradling his cheek.
“Daddy,” Megumi slurred, reaching for his hand and trying to pull it back to his mouth.
“Okay, Baby,” Satoru smiled. “Let’s get in bed.” He picked Megumi up and stood, gently depositing the young boy in his bed and pulling the blankets up over him. He slid under the covers next to Megumi, who immediately nuzzled into his chest.
Satoru slipped two fingers back into Megumi’s mouth, the other hand playing with his hair as he sucked. “Sleep well, little one,” he whispered. “Daddy’s here for you.”