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The only thing worse than being forced to attend a stuffy clan event is actually getting there. The hours and hours of etiquette classes, outfit tailoring, hair and makeup, and lessons so you can remember every name from every family seem to drag on. Not to mention your parents' countless chiding remarks about their eight year olds behavior.

Constant reminders to straighten your back, to never crease your extremely expensive kimono, and to never ever take your first bite of food until the head of the clan takes his. You're the future of the clan, you better act like it.

All these rules are drilled into your brain from the moment you were born. It becomes second nature to bow and smile politely, instead of throwing tantrums and complaining.

Once you arrive at the event all the preparations and the hours getting ready seem worth it because the Gojo Clan Estate is stunning. After passing through all nine veils of security you're blinded by the red floating lanterns lining the long road leading to the main house, they cast pretty starbursts of light on the pavement.

You're almost tempted to lean out the window to get a closer look but a stern look from your mother keeps you melded to your seat. That along with her simple “Absolutely not.” Is a lethal combination to the childish awe you had felt.

As you pull up a servant makes his way to the expensive car. “Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Ryuzuchi, the Gojo Clan is pleased to welcome you to their estate.” He ends his statement with a low bow.

Your parents don't even bother to respond to his greeting, instead opting to shove the car keys into his waiting hand. The man still bows respectfully as they start to retreat into the party, dragging you with them.

Last second you give the man a wave and a small smile. You were the first one to acknowledge him all night. In return he gives you a smile larger than protocol probably allows, before he can wave back you disappear through the large sliding doors leading to the traditional estate of the Gojo Clan.

Immediately you're overstimulated. Hundreds of people are talking at once, each voice gunning to out-do each other in volume. Servants flurry around the room passing out drinks and teeny tiny hor'dourves while somehow managing to not trip over the many guests.

Your parents drag you through the party. Making their rounds, saying hello to the most powerful and revered leaders in the room. You follow them quietly, almost like an accessory. People's eyes glaze over you like you're no more present than the stunning stained glass lamps that light the hall. Pretty but nothing more than a piece of furniture.

Soon enough your parents desert you. But not before your father grips your shoulder firmly. “Remember who you represent. Do not bring shame to our clan. Now run along. There should be a few other children. Be respectful, if they want something give it to them. It's never too soon to build connections.”

Then they leave and you can't help but feel that they've thrown you into the lion's den with nothing more than a plastic spork to defend yourself with. You wander the expensive halls alone, eyes studying the hand painted stories on the shoji walls. Delicately painted samurai and dragons are painted in a traditional style that sprawls the different panels.

Once you get to the end of the hall you decide to head back to the main party. Before you can even take a step back towards the party a boy is ramming into you, sending you both sprawling through the delicate Shoji in a tangled ball of limbs and white hair. You hit the ground hard, the boy landing on top of you. Angrily you push him off.

“What is wrong with you?!” You exclaim, already trying to dust the debris from the destroyed wall off of you. “Were you raised in a barn?! We are at one of the biggest clan events of the season and you're running around like this?! Now I'm going to get in trouble you-!!”

You pause looking up at the boy for the first time trying to find an insult worthy of the boy who is most likely going to get you brutally chewed out by your parents. Your eyes scan over his white hair and blue eyes, and despite the many hours of lessons on the family trees of important clans you don't connect the dots to his identity. Your logic blocked by your anger.

All you see is his white hair and you say the first most scathing insult that comes to mind. “You idiotic abominable snowman's ugly bastard son!!”

The boy steps back as if slapped. His jaw dropping and his pretty blue eyes going wide as if he simply cannot believe that you've spoken to him that way. His white eyebrows raise and he says “Pardon me?”

Only then do you recognize him. The white hair and startlingly blue eyes that can only be the result of the six eyes jujutsu technique. You just insulted Satoru Gojo, the heir to the Gojo clan, to his face.

Gojo continues to gape at you. His hair is stuck up at odd angles with pieces of paper stuck in it. His kimono is all astray, now hanging off his body awkwardly from the crash. “Do you know who I am?” He asks confusedly because he can't fathom a world where anyone who knows of his status would talk to him that way.

Instead of apologizing which would've been the logical thing to do you double down. “ Yeah, I know who you are, Satoru Gojo! Just because you're the future leader of the Gojo clan doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! Now you're going to get both of us in trouble! Look! You broke a god only knows how old Shoji!”

He blinks at you owlishly, his long white lashes fluttering slightly. “I- uh- I'm sorry?” He stutters out. He's never been chewed out like this before and isn't too sure how to react.

“You should be! We're both going to be in so much trouble! How am I supposed to explain this to my parents?!” You start, still angry despite knowing his identity now.

“Ugh!!” You yell, kicking a piece of debris across the floor.

“We need to clean this up.” You say firmly, gesturing to the mess.

“Us?!” He asks incredulously. “Can't we just make the maids do it?!”

“It's like you just want our parents to find out!” You seethe, clenching your hands into fists.

He blinks, straightening up a bit. “I uh- hadn't thought about that.”

You survey the room taking in the destruction that was caused when Gojo crashed into you, sending your both through the paper thin paper walls of the traditional home.

“Do you know where the servants keep the spare panels? Most estates have them.” You ask him while trying to keep calm.

“Uhhhh-” He trails out helplessly and you can't help but roll your eyes.

“Come on, we need to look.” You grab his hand and drag him along. “Do you at least know where the service shed is?” You inquire wanting to get rid of the evidence as quickly as possible.

He nods absentmindedly,still staring at where your hand grips his wrist.

You both spend the rest of the night trying to set things right. Babbling about how boring your tutors are and your favorite desserts as you work. Restretching the paper over the spare wooden frame and rebolting it into its slot, fixing the wall. Once the wall is steady you both tag team trying to repaint the blank paper of the repaired shoji. This results in a pretty shoddy rendition of a samurai riding a dragon done in the shaky lines of eight year old hands. Co-Signed in the corner like a piece of art to be hung on the fridge.

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A steady flow of blood seeps through the cloth that you press to your nose as you tilt your head back against the window of the train.

Your muscles ache with the exhaustion of getting smacked around a bit by a second grade curse before eventually leeching its energy and exorcising it. The negative energy swirls in your gut, slowly being diluted by your own cursed energy as it mixes and raises your natural output.

The whole process makes you nauseous if you're really honest with yourself. If you could rest your head in your hands to quell your rapidly forming headache you would, but you don't want to leak any more blood on the floor than you already have.

Sure you could've turned down the mission but it was on your way to Tokyo and extra pocket money is extra pocket money. Now you just have to deal with your parents getting on you for showing up to your first year at Jujutsu tech all rumpled and covered in blood.

Civilians shoot you odd looks while scooting away and shielding their children from your view as if you're some sketchy criminal. Which is kinda fair considering that you limped onto the train with your nose leaking blood and the rest of you looking like you lost a fight with a rabies-infected cat in the back alley of some random street.

You listen to the quiet rumble of the bullet train as it shoots through Japan. A nap sounds wonderful but you may have a concussion so that's a no-go.

You can see someone approaching you from the corner of your eye and you subconsciously groan because of course someone is coming to bother you when you're already so tired.

“You good?” He asks.

You lazily open one eye at him, your head still leaned back on the cool glass of the train's window, cloth pressed to your nose catching the dwindling blood leaking from your nose. You suddenly wish you had at least taken the time to straighten your hair and wipe the blood from your face before boarding the train because standing in front of you is one of the most breathtaking boys you've ever seen.

His shoulder length hair is tied up in a half up half down style, the loose strands falling prettily over his shoulders. Purple eyes watch you attentively as you internally freak out and Black earrings stand out against his tanned skin. He's got a black hoodie thrown on over baggy jeans. He nonchalantly sits next to you.

“I'm alright. Just lost a fight with a staircase.” You lie, can't exactly tell this pretty boy that you look so roughed up because you just fought a terrifying monster that most humans don't even know exist.

“Did you now?” He raises an eyebrow at you, scanning over the torn knees of your tights, rumpled skirt, and blood soaked shirt. “Must've been some staircase.”

You huff out a tired laugh. “Yeah it had it out for me.”

He sticks a hand out to you “I'm Suguru Geto. And you are…?”

You introduce yourself quickly, eyes snapping shut as you're hit with another stroke of nausea. Wow this curse's energy is putting up a fight, why won't it just settle and mix with your cursed energy already?

He hums slightly when given your name. “Pretty name, seems like your parents had good taste.” He pauses as if thinking of something. “You uh… thirsty? I have a bottle of water you can have if you want something to drink or clean the blood off with.”

He passes you a stainless steel tumbler and you take it gratefully. You take a few small sips before dousing the cloth you had been using to stem the blood flow from your nose in clean water. You start wiping the blood from your face. Being clean already makes you feel a million times better.

“Thanks, Suguru. Anyone ever told you you're an angel? Because you are. I really needed that.” He lets out a startled laugh at your audacity to call a guy you just met an angel.

You hand the tumbler back to him. “So you live in Tokyo or just visiting?"

“I'm moving actually.” He says, leaning back against the train seat.

“Me too, I'm moving from Kyoto to go to school here.”

“Oh, what school? Tokyo is a long way from Kyoto, what made you want to go to school here.” Suguru inquires, his purple eyes flickering over you again.

You chuckle nervously, running a hand through your hair, because you can't exactly say ‘Oh! I'm going to a school that teaches me to fight and kill terrifying curses so I can protect the general populace from death by beings they can't even see!’ So instead you say. “It's a small school. You probably wouldn't know it.” You cross your legs at the ankles to fill the silence, your dirty converse on display.

“And the reason behind my 449 kilometer move is my best friend who talked my ear off the entire summer about how fun and amazing it would be going to school with him in Tokyo. Eventually I caved, he's so dramatic.”

“So you moved all this way for a… boy?” He asks incredulously, cocking his head to the side as if that would make him understand better.

“Is that a judgmental tone I'm hearing from a random guy I just met? And first off it's not like that between Satoru and I. We're just friends, have been ever since we were eight. His family is really strict and I was one of the few kids ever allowed to associate with him.” You say somewhat defensively, arms crossed over your chest.

“Huh? ‘Ever allowed to associate with him’ What is this ‘Satoru’ guy, a prince?” Suguru scoffs.

You let out a laugh before answering. “Absolutely he came out of the womb with a crown on his head. But don't worry I've been knocking some sense into him since we were eight.”

“So what school are you and this 'Satoru’ going to?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Hmm? Oh, we're going to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. It's a small school so you probably don't-” He cuts you off.

“You're a sorcerer?” Suguru spits out leaning forward.

You suddenly sit up straight, suddenly tense. Your cursed energy crackles around you warily as your hands tighten into fists. “I'm sorry, could you repeat that?”

He lurches back in his seat raising his hands placatingly “No no no it's okay- I'm a sorcerer! I'm going to Jujutsu tech too-!”

You ease up but only slightly. “You are? Prove it. Show me your student ID.”

He pats his pockets pulling out his wallet. He hands you his ID and you scan over it

You chuckle lightly before handing it back and slumping in your seat. “ What are the chances? You gave me a heart attack, Suguru. So you're one of my new classmates? It's nice to meet you.”

“I didn't mean to freak you out.” He says apologetically. “I was just really excited to meet another sorcerer, especially one that's so-!” He cuts himself off.

You raise an eyebrow. “One that's so what?”

“Nothing- it's nice to meet a classmate. So uh… what's your technique?” He asks a little too quickly.

“Do you really want to talk about this in the middle of a busy train surrounded by civilians?” You respond playfully, a small smirk gracing your lips.

He flushes slightly “No- uh you're right. Jujutsu secrecy and all that.”

“You're not too used to this world yet are you? It's always harder for the ones that didn't come from the circle to adjust. But don't worry you'll get used to it. I just hope you have a high pain tolerance.” You say teasingly. It's always funny to watch newbies flounder.

He huffs slightly is it that obvious he crosses his arms and sighs before tilting his head towards you. “Speaking of high pain tolerance, how are you doing with the whole…?” He waves a hand around, gesturing at the bruises forming on your body, the scabbing over scrapes on your knees and palms, and the bloody nose that's already mostly dried up.

“Oh this? This is nothing. And I don't mean to freak you out but this is light injuries compared to what I've got in the past. So I hope you have health insurance.” At the freaked out look on his handsome features you backtrack. “Don't worry I'm kidding- not about the injuries but all health procedures are paid for because of how high risk the job is. So… no medical debt! Yay?”

He lets out a nervous chuckle at your nonchalant behavior towards high levels of bodily harm. “Yay?”

At the continued worried look on his face you clap him on the back. “Awww don't worry Suguru. I heard one of our classmates is some reversed curse technique prodigy. Our class is set! I think you'll be great.”

“You think?” He says a bit of pride slipping into his voice.

“Uh yeahhhh.” You say your tone unsure and you avoid looking him in the eye.

“You don't seem too confident,” he says. A smirk stretching across his face as he throws an arm over the back of your seat, leaning in slightly.

“Well to be fair I just met y'a. I don't know your skill level. What jujutsu grade are you? I'm a semi grade one.” You shift slightly, placing your backpack on your lap as you see your stop approaching.

“Oh yeah? You're a semi grade one? Me too.” Suguru puffs out his chest slightly. Obviously proud of his rank.

“Wow twinsies!!!” You say in an overly high voice, the enthusiastic tone somehow drenched in sarcasm. You let your tone go back to normal before asking “Do you know where you're going or is it your first time getting to campus?”

“It's my first time actually.” Suguru scans the train map on the wall to see the stops.

“You want a ride then? My ‘princely’ friend is waiting at the next stop. His driver can take us up to the school. Trust me this school is way too hard to find if you don't know the way.” You smirk slightly, reminiscing “My first time there I got lost in the forest and they had to send a search party out for me.”

Suguru seems to weigh the question in his head.“Oh Satoru was it? You sure he'd be okay giving me a ride? When you described him he seemed a bit… haughty.”

You cock your head to the side confidently. “He may like to pretend he's the boss but ultimately he does what I want. Plus, carpooling is the least he can do, y'know for Mother Earth? God knows his carbon footprint is obnoxiously high.”

Suguru laughs at your words. “Well I guess there's no reason to refuse. Thanks for the offer.”

A few minutes later you both exit the train terminal, walking outside the station, suitcases trailing behind you. A sleek black Suv is waiting for you. Satoru leans against the car, his long legs crossed at the ankles, while scrolling through his phone. His white hair gleams in the sunlight and his black circular sunglasses are perched precariously on his nose.

“Satoru! You keep standing out in the sun like that you'll burn! We both know you're white as a ghost!!” You yell out as you approach.

He smirks, not even bothering to look up from his phone. “Oh! So you do care! I knew you loved me, just like every other girl, it's about time you've finally admitted that you've fallen for the great Satoru Gojo-”

You cut him off not caring to hear the rest of his stupid statement. “Oh please you and I both know I just don't wanna hear you whining like a child over how much it hurts.”

“Touché.” Satoru says simply, finally looking up at you while raising his arm for a side hug. “Oof- what happened to you? You look like you got the shit kicked out of y'a.”

“Wow, thanks. Would it kill you to ever compliment me?” You pause, looking up at him. “To be fair I did get the shit kicked outta me. Took a mission on the way here from Kyoto. It was a short little pit stop. 2 hours max. But I did get paid ten grand for the short notice. Soooo totally worth it.” Satoru hums before finally seeming to notice the boy standing awkwardly behind you.

“Who's this?” He asks, his brilliant blue eyes scanning over Suguru apprehensively. “Got a boyfriend since we last talked? I had no idea you had that kind of game.” He shifts on his feet, something about his voice is oddly tight as he speaks.

“Who? Suguru? No, he's one of our classmates. We just happened to run into each other on the train. Which you'd know if you didn't take the easy rich boy way and fly here a week early on your private jet.” You lean into his side and give him a hug. Even after you let go he keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder possessively as he stares into Suguru’s soul.

“Suguru Geto meet Satoru Gojo, Satoru Gojo meet Suguru Geto.” You introduce them, trying to defuse the tension.

“Hi, I'm Suguru, your new classmate.” Suguru says friendlily, sticking his hand out.

Satoru reaches out, a small sneer on his face, and takes Sugurus hand to shake, but not before putting up his infinity around his hand.

You notice and pinch his side. “Don't be a dick Satoru and actually shake his hand. Take your infinity down.” You chastise sternly.

He yelps, jumping slightly. “Ow! And why do I have to shake his hand! I don't know where he's been!”

Suguru’s jaw clenches slightly and it's the only sign that Satoru is starting to piss him off. “I can assure you that I'm very clean.”

“Are you now?” Satoru mocks, bobbing his head and crossing his arms over his chest.

You stomp on his foot hard before yanking the black SUVs door open and shoving him inside. “Prick…” You mutter quietly before focusing on Suguru. “I'm so sorry about him, Suguru. He takes a while to warm up to people.”

“It's not your fault.” Suguru replies back calmly, seemingly more at ease now that Satoru is out of sight. He grabs both your bags and then his to load in the trunk.

Satoru is still pouting about the way you treated him when you start to climb into the car. “You didn't have to be so mean to me.” He says, lip jutted out in dramatic sadness.

“Don't be an ass then.” You say snappily before your tone does a 180. “Hi Tohnii!” You say politely to the driver as you climb into the door Suguru opened for you. Tohnii sends you a wave and a smile.

Once you're settled Suguru climbs in after you. Tohnii checks the rear view mirror and drives off towards Jujutsu tech.

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You leaned against the wall in your expensive yukata, phone clutched in your hands. In the last thirty minutes you had sent 5 text messages to the group chat. All variations of polite ways to ask ‘Where the fuck are you guys?! We said we were meeting at six’

Satoru and Suguru were late. And normally you would let it slide but this was supposed to be the first time you saw each other in months. Not to mention the sweltering summer heat making your hair stick to the back of your neck and your makeup melt, which definitely wasn't doing wonders for your mood.

You angrily lean your head back against the wall only for one of the pins in your hair to jab into your scalp. Great.

You send out another text. ‘Hey, did you get called away on an emergency mission? Pls let me know.’

Five minutes later you get no reply and the anger simmering in your gut gets worse. You stop off because there's no way you're just going to stand there all night when your friends stood you up. An hour late and no text? Who fucking does that? Satoru and Suguru apparently.

As you're walking through the crowd a flash of white catches your eye. Your head snaps towards it. You immediately skid to a stop in the middle of the pathway. A woman slams into your back and you mutter an apology and follow the tall, white, head of hair that could only ever be Satoru Gojo.

As you get closer you can see the way Satoru has his arm wrapped around someone's waist as they walk together. Did Satoru seriously ditch your hangout to go on a date?

You're starting to gain on the pair. The closer you get the more you see the person Satoru is walking with. Long dark hair that falls around his mid back, he's dressed in a deep purple yukata, a purple that reminded you of the kind only monarchs could wear. Satoru leans into the man for a kiss, the man tilts his head to meet him. You see the familiar line of the man's nose and the deep lavender eyes too late.

Suguru is the one Satoru is dating. Holy shit. You freeze in the walkway once again and another pedestrian collides with your back. Except this time you're too distracted to even attempt to utter out an apology.

Any anger you had felt up to that point fades almost immediately. Instead breath punches out of you and your hands shake as things fall into place.

You watch as Satoru laughs at something Suguru says, tucking his head into his neck. They're not just friends anymore- they're… oh. It all makes sense now. Of course they blew you off. Why would they want to walk around the festival with you when they already had each other?

You shove your phone in your bag and start the walk back to your hotel. Sure you had felt the distance in your friendship, but for them to date without telling you…? That hurt.

Them together makes sense, the two strongest, perfectly balanced in brain and brawn. They're equals. And you've fallen behind. You didn't mean to. In school you had always thought it would be you three against the world.

When they both became special grades you had been so proud, but you could feel it even then, the chasm that would grow between you. It's not that you weren't strong. Grade one isn't something to scoff at, but… you would never be on par with them. No matter how much you trained or how many missions you took on. You were great but they were extraordinary.

Once they had been promoted they seemed to spend every waking moment together. They were paired together on mission after mission. Soon enough they became ‘Satoru and Suguru.’ One never mentioned in a sentence without the other.

But back then it hadn't bothered you much. You still saw them everyday, ate meals together, and hung out. Living in the dorms ensured that. But once you graduated? Once you graduated everything changed so quickly.

Your father started to have health issues. It was strange to see the strong, no nonsense man of your childhood bedridden. As his cheeks started to hollow and lose color you had moved back to Kyoto at the request of your mother. It was ‘Your responsibility as the sole heiress to the Ryuzuchi clan,’ she had said.

You remembered the harsh look on her face, as if she couldn't believe that the clan would soon enough change hands from her husbands to yours.

When you moved you were immediately swarmed with responsibilities. Now you were tasked with the clan's finances. Juggling business along with jujutsu missions was exhausting. The past four years since graduation have been some of the most exhausting ones of your life.

Running yourself ragged trying to both be a clan leader and a jujutsu sorcerer while your father wasted away on his deathbed. You couldn't bear to see the social media posts of your friends back in Tokyo so you didn't check. Sure you kept in touch, but you couldn't help but see their faces and feel a deep jealousy.

Jealousy of their late nights at the club, or trips to beaches around Tokyo. It wasn't so much the events but the fact that they were still together. It was that they were having fun and enjoying their youth while you drowned in paperwork.

Now you only see your classmates every once in a blue moon or the day after a holiday. You hated this more than anything. Hated that the chasm between your best friends and you was just as much your fault as it is theirs.

Your phone starts to vibrate in your purse and you fish it out, freezing at the contact name. Satoru’s calling. You pick up without thinking, how could you not? This is Satoru, your best friend.

“Yo!” He starts off cheerfully. “Suguru and I totally lost track of time. But if you're still here we can meet-”

“I'm not. I've already left the festival.” You cut off and blink slightly at the accidental harsh and deflated tone of your voice. Immediately you try to soften it. “I had to head back to my hotel, I have an early train back tomorrow. I can really only be gone for a day at a time, my mission took up most of this one. I'm sorry. It would've been nice to see you both though.”

There's a gap of silence over the phone as Satoru processes your words. You can hear the muffled voice of Suguru in the background asking “What's wrong? Where is she?”

Satoru finally responds “You know we miss you… Right? But we understand if you have to head back.” The excited tone in his voice is gone and you immediately feel a stab of guilt.

“I miss you both too. I hope you both have fun at the festival together. Tell Suguru ‘hi’ for me, okay?” You hang up before he can respond because suddenly you feel like your ribs cracking apart and squeezing the air out of your lungs.

You wheeze slightly as you walk into the opulent lobby of your hotel, fumbling for your keycard so you can get into the elevator.

Once the elevator doors shut you slam the button for your room rapidly. You can feel panic creeping up your spine and piling on your shoulders, weighing you down. When you make it to your floor you practically sprint towards your hotel room. You shove your keycard in the slot, throwing open the door.

You race inside, throwing your purse hastily on the bed. You would've thrown yourself on the bed after it if you hadn't heard a voice clear itself from behind you.

This voice you knew very well. “What is the matter with you? Acting this way is very unbecoming for the future Leader of the Ryuzuchi family.”

Your spine tenses immediately straightening up. You stand tall with your shoulders back and head raised tall. You turn into what she expects of you. A daughter of strength and grace. One without flaw.

You huff out a breath still intermingled with panic. “Mother. How did you get into my room?”

“I asked and explained the situation.” She says evenly, you can hear the metal tip of her cane click on the floor as she takes a step closer to you. “The hotel staff were very understanding.”

You turn around to face her. “Understanding of what?”

She stands there her eyes scanning over you coldly, eyes picking you apart. “Your father is dead.”

It shouldn't have come to a surprise for you, you've been training to take his place for the past four years. Yet your eyes still well up with tears as you whisper “I see.”

“Now to the next item of business.” She continues, taking another step forward with her gold tipped cane tapping on the floor. She's wearing all black, obviously in mourning. Her face was shrouded with a black veil giving her a wraith-like air to her presence, looking more like a vengeful spirit than a grieving wife.

You almost laugh at how she passed over your fathers death like it was something as insignificant as the brand of tea she most likely drank on the private jet here.

“Your father made one last agreement before his death. He had finally accepted an arranged marriage for you. Your wedding date is set two months out.” She says firmly, as if reciting facts from a textbook.

“Arranged marriage?” This time you do laugh. It bubbles out of you uncontrollably because who the fuck tells their daughter that she's getting sold off like some prized heifer in essentially the same breath of the news that her father died. “To who? One of the Zenin’s? I thought we couldn't stand them.”

“The Gojo Clan requested your hand. They have been for a while, ever since they saw your relationship with their son. We had always thought you'd be a good match. You are strong and genetically you and Satoru will be able to create strong heirs to keep both clans going. Up until now your father has always turned them down. I suppose he wanted to gift you time.” Your mothers head bobs as she talks in the same way somebody would talk to a toddler.

“The Gojo Clan? Who am I supposed to marry? Satoru? You can't be serious.” You protest, already getting worked up. Your hands clench and unclench at your sides as you fight the urge to break something, anything.

“It's already done. And I'm not going to stick around to listen to you whine. You know what you must do. You are the head of the Ryuzuchi’s now. Act like it. These are your father's last wishes and you will obey. End of discussion.” She slams a copy of the marriage contract on the desk and hobbles out.

“I'm not whining- I'm allowed to be upset over being forced into a marriage I don't want!” You yell out but she's already walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door.

Without thinking you dial Satoru’s number. He picks up on the first ring. “H-”

You cut off his attempts at a greeting. “Get to my location right fucking now. Bring Suguru.”

You hang up and send a pin, captioning it with ‘Room 768.’

Not even three seconds later the air turns crisp before folding in on itself then expanding. They appear with a crackle, obviously poised for a fight.

Satoru's cerulean eyes seem to glow as he activates his six eyes, scanning the room for danger. In the end they just settle on an obviously fuming you. Suguru has a curse poised behind him, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Once he sees no immediate danger Satoru relaxes. “You didn't have to be so dramatic if you wanted to see us. We would've just come over.” Satoru says but you are not in the mood.

“What the fuck did you do Satoru?!” You yell, taking an angry step forward.

Despite his insane strength as a sorcerer he takes a step back at your rage and shares a nervous look with Suguru. “I uh- don't know what exactly your talking about but I'm sure-”

“This! This is what I'm fucking talking about!” You shove the marriage agreement into his chest. “Why the fuck was my mom just in here telling me that I'm engaged to you?!”

Suguru’s head whips towards Satoru. “I'm sorry- you're what?!”

“I am not!” Satoru yelps, clutching the papers to his chest as if they were pearls.

“Why don't you use your six eyes and see for yourself, dear fiancé.” You grit out wishing he didn't have his infinity so you could punch him somewhere- anywhere.

Finally he pulls the papers away from his chest and reads them. His cerulean eyes scanning line after line. The moment it hits him is so obvious because his jaw drops and he somehow gets even paler than he already is.

“I- this wasn't me you have to believe me. I didn't know.” Almost simultaneously you believe him because the shock on his face couldn't be faked. The wide eyes, and the way his voice shakes already making you feel guilty for yelling at him.

Suguru pulls the papers out of Satoru’s limp grasp next. “Oh my god.” He says breathlessly. “You're engaged.” He says to no one in particular. Suguru takes a seat, slumping onto your hotel room's bed.

Time seems to stand still as you all process what this means. Satoru has Sugurus shirt balled up in his fist as if he's scared that if he lets go that he'll lose him. And he's probably right. This marriage means what they had is over. And that terrifies them. Suguru reaches out with shaking hands as if to pull Satoru into a comforting embrace but freezes when he remembers that you're in the room.

You shift uncomfortably not knowing how to breach the topic that you know they're together. You can't exactly say ‘Slay kings!! Beeeee who you areeeee for your prideeeee!!’ In this kind of situation.

You huff out a breath. “Guys, look at me.” When they do you almost don't want to finish your sentence. “I know you both are together.”

A breath punches out of Satoru fear flickering across his face. Suddenly he's standing up, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. “Please you can't tell anyone- you know how the clans are.”
His voice is laced in desperation.

“Satoru, you know me, you both do. I'd never tell anyone. I swear on my now dead father.” You try to joke, but the wound is still raw, sending a jolt of pain through you.

Satoru’s white eyelashes flutter slightly in surprise. “Mr. Ryuzuchi is dead?”

“He is. Apparently his last wishes are for me to marry you. Talk about a guilt trip…Right?” Conflicting emotions churn in your gut. Of course you miss him, but it's hard to grieve when you're so angry. Angry that he used his last day trapping you in something you've never wanted or asked for.

Satoru takes a step back, releasing your shoulders from his grip. “I'm so sorry for your loss.”

“Are you okay..?” Suguru asks worriedly, straightening up from where he's perched on the edge of the bed.

“Am I okay?” You let out a sour laugh. “Well I just found out that my father died. On top of that I found out I'm engaged to a gay man who is currently in love with my other best friend so I am admittedly not okay. In what world would I be okay Suguru? Because I'd like to go there.”

“Well technically I'm bisexual…” At the death glare you send Satoru he trails off.

You let out a shuddering breath. you feel the rage churning in your gut again. Before you know it you're grabbing a lamp and launching it at a wall, it rips out of the socket and shatters when it hits the wall. “Fuck!” You scream. “Goddamn it!”

Both men flinch at your reaction. You had always been the calm one in the friendship so this was a new and frankly terrifying experience for them. Satoru and Suguru share a look, their gaze shifting from you, to the obliterated lamp, and finally to each other.

You kneel to the ground and start picking up the shards of glass silently. Hunched over and chest heaving you try to fix the mess you made. Messy hot tears fall down your cheeks, blurring your vision. Your hands shake as you try to scrub the tears off your face, they've never seen you cry and you don't want to start now.

Out of the corner of your blurred vision you see Suguru kneeling down beside you to pick up the debris. His long dark hair creates a curtain over his face, shielding his handsome features from you. Piece after piece you pick up the wrecked lamp together. It's silent except for your heaving breaths.

Even after the damage has been set straight and hidden away you stay on the floor. Suguru scoots closer to you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders. Satoru takes a seat beside you both, curling his long legs underneath him and leaning back against the wall. You're thankful they don't bring up your meltdown, instead opting to sit in silence with you until you're ready.

“Satoru?” He hums slightly in response. “How ironclad are legal documents usually in regards to your clan?” You're still leaning into Suguru's side, not exactly feeling strong enough to move out of his grasp.

He rubs the palm of his hands into his overstimulated eyes. “They might as well be the Ten Commandments. Literally only an act of divinity could stop it.”

“So what does this mean?” Suguru asks. “There’s nothing you can do to stop it? You both just get married and have a picket fence life?”

“That's exactly what it means.” Satoru says resignation dripping from his tone.

“What- what about us, Satoru? This isn't fair.” Suguru unwraps his arm from around your shoulders, instead opting to sit up straight. His eyebrows are pinched together and his eyes are tearing up.

“Suguru, I'm so sorry.” Satoru’s voice breaks as he speaks.

He sputters, his sadness being replaced by anger. Suguru's features are twisted together in frustration. “I- Satoru! ‘Sorry’ doesn't cut it! You're the strongest! How is it that you're being stopped by stupid piece of paper?!”

“This isn't some curse I can just blast away Suguru- This is my family and the four law firms they own throughout Japan. Just from my families status they can blacklist any other firm taking my case so I can't even fight back-” Satoru protests, trying to defend himself both from Suguru’s words and the unfamiliar feeling of helplessness creeping up on him.

“But you won't even try! Am I not worth fighting for?!” Suguru yells, his voice raw.

Satoru pauses completely stunned. “What?! Of course you are Suguru! That's not fair and you know it-!”

“Both of you stop.” You say firmly, their jaws snap shut and they turn to look at you. “You both fighting doesn't change a thing. This marriage is happening and there's nothing we can do about it. And Satoru is right, The Gojo legal team is a beast, we can't fight it on that front.”

“And what fight can we fight it on?” Suguru inquires incredulously.

“Our own front. Once Satoru and I are married it doesn't have to change anything. I don't expect Satoru to just flip a switch and become the love of my life because of a stupid legal agreement. You two can still be together. I don't mind.” You pause, wanting to check something. “Here hand me the marriage contract.”

Satoru raises a white eyebrow at you as he hands the papers over to you silently. Suguru leans in to re-read over your shoulder.

Hah! See?! Look, it says for this marriage to be considered successful and fulfilling the contract we just have to live in the same place for eight months out of the year and produce an heir within three years! That's it!

Satoru shares an amused look with Suguru. “Oh that's it is it? You do know how making a baby works right?” He then proceeds to make far too many obscene hand gestures.

“Of course I know- God you're so gross. Did you seriously think I could get to twenty-two and not know what goes where?” You roll your eyes, still feeling slightly grossed out.

“So then you do understand what we'd have to do… together. Right?” Suguru snickers in the background, hiding the lower half of his face behind his palms.

You shoot him a glare before continuing. “Ew god no. Have you ever heard of IVF? We don't have to-” You make a few obscene gestures of your own and Satoru nods.

“I see.” He says simply.

“Well I sure hope you do or else those fancy six eyes would be pretty useless.”

“I try to be serious for once and this is how you react? You must think you're so funny-” He sits up straight, seemingly insulted. Satoru huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah I do.” You lean in close. “I'm hilarious, always have been. You just won't admit it.”

Suguru clears his throat. “So what you're saying is that you'll marry Satoru but only to not get torn to shreds legally, and you'd let him and I continue together in private?”

“Exactly, what are friends for if not fake marrying you so that you and your boyfriend can sneak by under the raydar? And for eight months out of the year it'll be like living in the dorms again. Except this time we're not letting Satoru into the kitchen, especially after the toast incident.” You say smoothly as if you're still not jittery from nerves.

Satoru squawks offendedly. “How was I supposed to know you couldn't just put the bread straight on the burner?!”

“By using even an ounce of common sense!” Suguru says, humor leaking into his tone.

“But seriously you'd do that for us?” Suguru asks seriously, his lavender eyes searching your face.

“I'd give you both one of my kidneys each if you asked nicely enough.” You say, suddenly slightly breathless from having their eyes on you.

“Thank you.” Suguru says softly, pulling you in for a hug.

Satoru wraps his arms around the both of you. “Of course she'll marry me. Who wouldn't want the bragging rights-”

Suguru elbows him in the ribs hard. “Shut up idiot.” He chastises lovingly.

Wheels spin in your head before you blurt out. “Wait- guys?! Does this make Suguru the mistress or me?!”

Your words startle a laugh out of Suguru, it bubbles from his chest uncontrollably. “Satoru is definitely the two timer not us.”

“How dare you?! I'm no cheater! Frankly I'm wounded that you would even suggest-” You cut off Satoru’s upset ramble.

“You sure about that? Because it sounds like you have a boyfriend and a fiancé.” You gasp mockingly. “So scandalous!!”

Satoru's face goes blank as he blue screens, his eyes boring into a wall. “Holy shit- you're right?!
Oh no- I'm the whore of the relationship!”

“Boooo you whore.” You recite with a smirk.

Satoru snorts out a laugh. “Don't quote mean girl when I'm freaking out! You're not allowed to make me laugh while I'm having an existential crisis!” He whines.

“I think we're going to be okay.” Suguru says with a relieved chuckle.

“Me too. So long as we stick together.” Satoru confirms with a nod.

You smile softly at them. “That heir better look like me though or else I'm raising hell.”

“And waste my perfect genes? Hell no. They'll be a carbon copy of me thank you very much.” Satoru says cockily before you punch him in the arm.

“Ow!!” He whines dramatically as Suguru rolls his eyes at the display. “I'm wounded!!!”

“I hope it's fatal.” You whisper to Suguru.

“Me too.” He whispers back conspiratorially with a gentle smile.

Chapter Text

You wake up early, sunlight streaming through the windows of your hotel room. The light irritates your brutally hungover brain as you try to untangle yourself from the pile of limbs you're trapped in. Satoru and Suguru had spent the night in your hotel room after the news of the engagement. You three had raided the hotel's mini fridge and got wasted while shit talking your respective clans.

You wriggle out of Satoru’s arm from where it's latched around your waist, his mouth leaving a damp spot on your sleep shirt from where he drooled on it. “Eugh- gross.” You whisper, your skull seeming to throb in time with your breath.

Next you tackle untangling yourself from Suguru. He’s laying on your other side, he had intertwined your legs together some time in the night. Once free, you yank the stupid blinds shut finally giving your eyes a break.

You stumble back over to the bed and debate climbing back in to sleep it off. Instead you grab the hotel phone off the side table and dial for the front desk.

The clear and overly cheerful voice of a woman breaks through the speaker after three rings. “Good Morning! Thank you for calling the front desk of HOSHINOYA Tokyo! What can I do for you?”

You groan slightly the high pitch of her tone doing nothing for your headache. “Listen you don't have to do the fake customer service voice for me. I just need three orders of the greasiest burgers the kitchen can muster and some advil.”

There's a slight silence over the phone as she takes in your words before she responds, this time in a normal voice. “I'm sorry Miss, but as I'm sure you're aware our kitchen doesn't make burgers but if I could direct you to our room service menu-”

“That's nice and all but I'm going to be real with you for a sec. I'm brutally hungover, so are two of my friends. The moment they wake up one of them will be bitching my ear off. So I will personally pay you 50,000 yen to abandon the front desk and get me three burgers from the first place you see.” You say calmly as you play with the coiled cord of the telephone.

“What room would that be again?” The woman inquires eagerly the sum setting off bells in her head.

“Room 768. Please don't forget the advil.” You repeat with a soft sigh.

“Yes ma'am.” She hangs up the phone and you can mentally imagine her grabbing her purse and dashing out of the lobby. When you chuckle, Satoru rolls over, groaning in his sleep as he latches onto his next snuggling victim, Suguru.

You stumble into the lush bathroom, the lights flip on at the senses motion. “Damn it. I look like shit.” You groan, your hair is a greasy rat's nest and your eyes have bags so deep and bruised that they look like you've got twin black eyes.

You close the door and switch on the water for a shower. Once steam is wafting through the bathroom you step into the boiling stream. The heat is uncomfortable at first but as you get used to it the warmth loosens your muscles.

While going through the motions of your shower, you recount the events of the night prior. ‘Did I really get engaged to Satoru of all people? What about the- Oh my god!? My fathers funeral!’

You barely give yourself enough time to rinse the last remnants of soap off your body and out of your hair before you're leaping out of the shower and throwing a plush hotel robe on.

You dig through your purse, grabbing your phone and opening your mothers contact. ‘What day is fathers funeral?’ You text respectfully despite the rising anger in your gut at the thought of seeing her again.

She texts back almost immediately, at least the woman is punctual. ‘It is none of your concern. You will not be attending anyways.’

‘What do you mean I won't be attending?’ You send, rage bubbling up further.

‘Your father's will states that he doesn't want you to attend. Instead he would rather you stay in Tokyo with your fiancé. A good bond starts early.’ She texts back and you swear you can hear her fake sounding upperclass voice as you read it.

‘I don't care what his will says. I will be attending my fathers funeral.’ You hastily send a response, gripping your phone so tight that your knuckles turn white.

All she responds back with is a simple and resolute ‘No.’

You angrily slam the call button and it doesn't even ring once before an automated voice tells you your call cannot be connected. Did your own mother just block you? Yes. Yes, she did.

You feel like screaming and breaking everything in sight. How dare she not allow you to the funeral? He's your father. You deserve the right to say goodbye. Your entire body shakes in a flurry of rage and disbelief. Abruptly, you stand up, and grab one of the many mini alcohol bottles littering the floor. Winding up you almost send it flying into the wall in front of you. And you would've if not for the soft snores of Satoru to your left.

Your hand falls limply to your side as your eyes scan over them. They're still asleep. You can't wake them up like that. Their still forms wrapped around one another. Satoru cradles Suguru close to his chest as he sleepily drools into Suguru’s long dark hair. Suguru's strong arms are wrapped around Satoru’s waist, the space between them imperceivable. You suddenly feel like you're invading something. Like you shouldn't be around to witness. You aren't worthy to see them both looking so soft and gentle. You drop the bottle to the floor with a delicate clatter in favor of taking a picture of their peaceful forms, because if you don't have proof you feel as if you'd believe that you had imagined it.

A soft knock sounds on the door to your hotel room and you open the door a crack. Standing there is a woman in a hotel uniform, she’s completely out of breath. Her chest heaving as she holds up two greasy bags of food and a bottle of extra strength advil.

“Oh thank god.” You mutter, a small smirk gracing your lips.“You're an angel. Let me go grab your yen.”

Her face flushes at your words as you turn back into the room to grab the cash. “It was no problem, Miss.”

You return, pressing the 50,000 yen into her palm. “Your winnings.” You lean against the door frame and look her up and down.

She squeaks out a tiny, “Thank you, Miss.” Flusteredly she hands you the bags of food and the bottle of advil. She races back down the hall, cheeks flushed and head bowed.

You smirk slightly, you still got it.

You close the door behind you and set the food down on the hotel room's desk. You walk back into the bathroom to trade the robe you're wearing for an actual outfit before you wake up the boys.

You shake Suguru awake first. “Hey, wake up. I've got carbs.” He peeks an eye at you before groaning and snuggling further into Satoru's chest.

You yank a few locks of his hair gently. “Suguru, wake up already or else I'm gonna get a bucket of ice and dump it on you.”

He jolts awake hissing slightly as the movement agitates his hangover. “You're the worst.”

“Don't say that before I bless you with food and meds for the hangover. I can still hoard it for myself.” You tease leaning forward as you swipe his silky hair out of his face as he untangles from Satoru.

“You wouldn't.” Suguru says aghast at the notion that you would hog everything to yourself.

“I would and you know it.” You lie, deep down knowing that you would give either of them anything they wanted so long as they asked nicely for it.

“What did you get?” He asks curiously as he rubs sleep out of his eyes.

“Burgers and advil. The number one hangover killer.” You say proudly as you drag him out of bed.

He lets out a deflated ‘whoop whoop’ in celebration of the food and meds. “You do know Satoru is going to be a mess when he wakes up right?”

“Why do you think I woke you up first? This way our Advil will at least be fully kicked in by the time he wakes up and starts whining.” You open up the bottle of advil and pour four tablets into the palm of your hand before handing him two.

You knock them back with ease, swallowing the pills without water. Suguru stares at you for a moment in disbelief “Did you just take your pills without water?!”

“Yeah? Of course I did. Do you need water or something?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you lean against the desk to dig through one of the bags for a burger.

“Yes! I need water to swallow pills! Everyone does-!” He exclaims as if you're the crazy one.

“I don't see why you can't swallow two little pills when you can easily swallow Satoru’s dick. Something isn't matching up.” You say nonchalantly as you take a bite of your burger

He sputters slightly. “How did you-?!”

“Satoru gives me all of the nasty details. Even if I ask him not to. The curse of being his friend I guess.” You lean on the edge of the desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“So you know-?!”

You interrupt him lazily “Everything you both have done? Sadly I do. Once I found out last night about you being together he took it as ‘great I can tell her everything now!!’ So he told me last night after you passed out.”

For the first time in a few years Suguru’s cheeks flush and he looks away from you. He sheepishly runs a hand through his long dark hair and mutters “Please just hand me my burger.”

You snicker at him from behind your burger and hand him the foil wrapped object of his desires. “No problem… ‘Daddy’.”

Suguru's purple eyes widen in surprise before he angrily points at Satoru. “He told you that too?! I asked one time! One time just to try it!”

“One time was enough. Apparently he still laughs about it.” You say slyly.

He sulkily takes a bite of his burger, his hair falling over his face as he slouches in his chair.

You chuck a burger at Satoru's head. “Wake up sleeping beauty!!”

Satoru jolts awake sitting up only to let out a loud whine from his six eyes enhancing his hangover. “Did you just pelt me with a burger?!” He groans in pain.

“Yeah I did. What are you gonna do about it?” You ask, poking the bear for shits and giggles.

“Nothing.” He pouts, yanking the sheet over his head.

The display is so sad that you actually feel sorry for him so you walk over to him, water bottle and Advil in hand. You sit next to the lump of his long body curled in a fetal position under the sheet. “Satoru. I'm sorry, I know your eyes hurt. I got Advil and burgers for us.”

He peeks out of the blankets slightly, only one of his striking eyes visible. “Advil?”

“Yeah, right here.” You gently pass him the pills and the water bottle. “Hey Suguru? Can you grab his sunglasses? I think he left them in the bathroom last night.”

His head snaps to attention when he hears his name. “Yeah I've got it.” Suguru says, nodding slightly.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Satoru says, suspicion clear in his tone, when he rises from his protective sheet.

“Because….” You trail out, buying time to find a reason. “You're my Fiancé.” You say teasingly before adding on. “And you look so pathetic right now I have to take pity.”

His face pinches together at the word ‘fiancé’ “Oh Ewwww, I forgot!”

“Don't ew me?! Anyone would be lucky to marry me!” You say offendedly, hand clutching pretend pearls. Satoru gives you a sassy look of disagreement.

“Yeah don't ‘Ewww’ your future wife and mother of your children, Satoru.” Suguru says as he returns with the dark circle lensed sunglasses from the bathroom.

This time both of your heads snap towards Suguru. “Ewwww.” You both say in unison like a pair of children in response to the thought of the two of you procreating.

“That's it- We’re doing IVF or something!” You proclaim, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh? So you don't wanna do it the natural way, Wifey?” Satoru says flirtily while trailing a hand up your thigh. “It seems like such a waste doesn't it? Think about it, you and me-”

You cut him off with a pillow smack to the face. “Don't fuck with me, Satoru.”

“I'm sorry-!!” He yelps, shielding his head with his hands, despite the fact that he could've just turned on his infinity, as you continuously hit him with the pillow. “We can do IVF!!!”

Suguru is hunched over as he laughs boisterously. “What did you think she was gonna do you idiot?! ‘Oh yes Satoru, let's have unprotected sexy time immediately!!’ It's like you don't even know her!”

“I was just joking!” Satoru defends, still shying away from the constant hits of the pillow.

“You better be!” You growl out, smacking him on the back with the pillow this time.

“I am!! Have mercy on me! You've known me for so long!! You can't kill your best friend! Death by pillow smothering is cruel and inhumane!!” He cries out, arms still shielding his head.

You finally let up with the pillow, throwing it to the side. Satoru lays still on the bed as you grab the sunglasses from Suguru’s outstretched hand.
“Your eyes can't hurt that bad can they?” You ask patronizingly as you brush Satoru's messy white hair out of his face and slide his glasses in place. Immediately he lets out a sigh of relief.

“All better you big baby?” You jest, punching him in his bicep lightly.

Satoru smirks, cocking his head to the side to look at you. “Better than before at least. And you didn't have to hit me. I was just joking about the whole baby making thing, and even if I wasn't, my partners are always treated very well. Just ask Suguru.” He remarks as he uses his arms as pillows.

Suguru immediately sends Satoru a reprimanding smack across the back of the head. “Ow-!! Domestic Violence!! My boyfriend just hit me!” He yelps dramatically.

“You deserved it you freak.” Suguru grumbles as he takes a bite of his burger.

“I'm not a freak! I just have a very active libido!!” Satoru objects.

“Very active? More like it's on steroids.” You conspiratorially whisper to Suguru, who chuckles.

“Is my fiancé AND my mistress talking shit?! The betrayal!” Satoru gasps theatrically, pretending to faint.

“Duh.” Suguru responds snappily as he whips his long hair, some of it getting in your mouth as you laugh.

“Argh-!! Suguru you got hair in my mouth!” You cringe, trying to wipe the hair off your tongue.

“Oh well I'm sorry for having such luscious and long locks.” Suguru says, fluttering his dark eyelashes against his cheeks as he does another hair flip straight out of a L'Oréal Paris commercial.

“Yeah yeahhhhh pack it up Rapunzel. Mother Gothel wants you back in your ratchet ass tower by nine.” You snap back snarkily with a hair flip of your own.

Satoru laughs at your comeback. “Ooooooh Suguru!! Our Wifey got y'a good!”

“Ugh. Don't call me that. It doesn't even feel real yet.” You flop back onto the bed exhaustedly.

“Oh, is 'Fiancé’ better? My loving little Fiancé.” He coos, hands pressed to his cheeks.

You pelt him once again with his burger and it bounces harmlessly off of his infinity. “Prick.”

“Ugh. I can't believe you both are getting married.” Suguru butts in, draping an arm over his face.

You groan, taking another bite of your burger from where you're lying on the bed. “Don't remind me, Suguru. I'm still pissed off. You think I wanna marry him of all people?”

Satoru's jaw drops, his pink lips forming an offended ‘O’. “Hey! What's wrong with me?! I'm a catch!”

You and Suguru share a look before you joke. “Yeah, the kind you throw back to the lake.”

“You’re both so terrible! And you can't even talk, Suguru?! You haven't thrown me back yet!” Satoru protests animatedly.

“Yeah, keyword ‘yet.’ ” You sass, a wide smirk on your face. “So what if I'm terrible? What are you gonna do about it?”

“I'm gonna-!! Well damn... What am I gonna do?” He playfully ponders, finger on his chin. Suddenly he rolls over you, smushing you with his weight, pinning you to the mattress with a smirk. His lean muscles pressing into you as you're both chest to chest.

“Hey!! Get off-!! You're so heavy!!” You squeal, trying to escape from his grasp.

“Nope.” Satoru says cockily, popping the p. “Not till you admit I'm a catch.”

“Satoru, you're smushing her.” Suguru chastises his boyfriend exasperatedly.

“Oh sorry.” He mutters in your ear, despite not sounding very sorry at all, his breath caressing your neck. He lifts his body up bracing himself up with his forearms. “Is this better?” He asks despite the fact that even though he's not flattening you anymore, he's still pressed completely against you.

You can feel your cheeks starting to flush at the proximity because no one is truly immune to having a hot guy on top of them. “I'm not gonna say something if I don't mean it.”

“How are you gonna get me off then?” He teases, resting his forehead against yours, his blue eyes staring into you. The way he's smirking you can tell his six eyes have definitely noticed the faint tinge of color staining your cheeks.

“Don't test her.” Suguru warns his boyfriend as he rolls on the bed next to you both.

“I don't see how she'll be able to get me off, she's way smaller than me now. It's not like when we were kids. She can't kick my ass like she used to.” He says cockily, still maintaining eye contact.

“Is that so?” You say with a slightly dangerous tone. The urge to prove him wrong overpowering the tiny part of you that was flustered.

“Yes it's ‘so.’ It's common sense, I'm stronger than you now.” He brags, fixing you with a shark-like grin.

Suguru mutters something that suspiciously sounds like ‘What an idiot, he's in for it now.’

You jab Satoru in the throat, he rears back onto his hanches giving you enough room for a well placed kick to his chest that sends him sprawling off the bed. “Sorry what was that you said?” You tease.

“I wasn't ready!” He coughs out, still trying to regain the breath you knocked out of him.

Suguru snickers at him. “I thought you were so much stronger than her. How were you not ready?”

“Oh boo hoo.” You mock. “What ‘The Strongest’ wasn't ready? Not so easy to win without your fancy pants techniques, huh?”

“That hurt!” Satoru says hoarsely, cradling his throat.

Suddenly your phone dings with a message from a random number you open it, your eyes getting wider as you read the message.

“Huh? What is it?” Suguru asks curiously, trying to read over your shoulder.

“Satoru- is this still your address?” You say hurriedly, leaning over the bed to shove your phone in his face.

“Yeah? Why? That's the penthouse. What's going on?” He asks, head swerving around the phone so he can study your expression.

“I just got a notification that my moving truck has arrived at that location and is bringing my stuff in. I never got a damn moving truck.” You hiss.

“What?!” Satoru yelps, “How did they get the key?! I don't-”

He cuts himself off and you share a look. “It was our families wasn't it?” He accuses with an eye roll. Already tired of their shit.

“Damn it-!” You mutter, already drafting a text to your mother.

‘Did you have my stuff sent to Sartoru’s penthouse?’ You text and wait for the response bubble to trill.

‘Yes. You aren't welcome at the estate anymore.’ Your mother responds, her words steadfast.

You type back furiously. “How am I not welcome at the clan estate anymore?! I'm the Ryuzuchi Clan Leader! I OWN it!”

You almost sense her smirk as she texts back, seeming to enjoy your misery. ‘Not until you marry Satoru. I'm the temporary regent until you fulfill that condition of your inheritance.’

“Fuck!” You yell. This time you aren't able to stop the anger from flooding out. Your phone sails into the nearest wall, completely shattering from the cursed energy you had used to strengthen your throw

“Are you okay?” Suguru says placatingly, gently resting a hand on your shoulder.

You huff, breath still heaving from the uncontrollable outburst. “Apparently I'm not welcome at my family's estate anymore. My mom is the regent until I marry Satoru. I’m not the official Clan Leader yet. Which means she's probably abusing her power and freezing my accounts as we speak.”

“Shit- are you serious?!” Satoru cursed, already getting angry on your behalf. “What does she have against you?! She's your mom, why does she enjoy you struggling?”

“I wish I knew. Now all my stuff is being sent to the penthouse. I wouldn't be surprised if it's all broken when I go through it.” You fume, a white knuckled grip on the comforter is the only thing keeping you tethered.

“My penthouse?!” Satoru squawks dumbly.

“Obviously.” Suguru chides. “Don’t ask stupid questions in stressful moments.”

“I need to get to the penthouse. Can you do the thing please?” You wave your hands around making a poof motion with them.

“What? Oh! You want me to teleport!” Satoru guesses, shooting up from his spot on the floor.

“Yes, she wants you to teleport.” Suguru confirms tiredly.

Satoru grabs both your guys’ hands, giving one warning squeeze before he activates his technique. The world seems to twist as it folds in on itself then expands in a starburst of light. Suddenly the three of you are standing in the living room of Satoru's expensive penthouse.

Swarms of moving men are unpacking your boxes as the rest bring up the rest of your things. They give the three of you a wide berth. Not even reacting to your presence as if you didn't just pop into existence two seconds ago

“Oh my god.” Suguru whispers. “They've gotten a lot done.”

This isn't the first time you've been inside Satoru’s home, yet it still takes your breath away despite the fact that you were raised alongside him in luxury. The open floor plan is still the same. He still hasn't bothered to change any of the furniture that came with the penthouse. The floor to ceiling windows let in plenty of natural light along with the insane view of the clouds above Tokyo.

The movers mill around you seemingly putting the last touches on the home. The framed pictures of you and Satoru as children are hung on the walls. There's a few from graduation as well. Your favorite blanket is hung over the back of Satoru's couch. The one succulent you've barely managed to keep alive is sitting on the coffee table. You'd honestly bet that your clothes have already staked their claim on half of Satoru's closet by now. It looks like a home, one that you and Satoru share, and for some reason something in you starts to ache. You don't dig deeper because you know that picking at the scab will only cause it to bleed.

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The second all of your belongings are out of the moving truck the workers are gone, almost as if they never were there in the first place. The only signs are the footprints of dirt tracked in and all of your keepsakes making a home next to Satoru’s.

The boys follow behind you as you walk listlessly through each room of Satoru’s penthouse. You can hear them whispering behind you as they take in the changes.

Sure enough your clothes have taken up half of Satoru's closet, a closet you would have praised for its design if you weren't clenching and unclenching your hands to keep calm. Your jewelry is displayed in a case next to Satoru’s many gilded watches and accessories, floor to ceiling shelves hold your shoes, and the room is complete with a large full body mirror to try outfits out in.

Suguru and Satoru continue to give you worried looks as you silently float through the house, appraising how your stuff seems to fit in perfectly, like it was always there. Each room had seemed to blur together, the living room, the kitchen, the many many bathrooms and bedrooms. You slow as you get to the master bedroom, the area you're supposed to share as husband and wife, with Satoru.

“Are… You okay?” Satoru timidly asks, extra cautious with your explosive temper he's known since childhood, as he slides into the doorframe with you.

“How do you think she is?” Suguru rolls his eyes, also somehow squeezing into the doorframe. His large frame furthering the traffic jam.

They press against you from behind, the small doorway confining them to your sides. Suguru rests his palm against the small of your back as Satoru hooks his chin over your shoulder.

“You gonna go in? My room isn't gonna bite you. Plus it's kinda squished.” He mumbles impatiently, his cheek pressed against the junction of your neck and shoulder. His white hair brushing against the sensitive skin.

Your body is wound tight, muscles straining with emotion. “Oh, is it now? Neither of you had to press in behind me.” You snap, voice rough as you glance into the master bedroom.

“Sorry- my bad.” Satoru raises his hands placatingly, having to wrap his arms around you to do so since he's behind you. “Go in when you're ready," he adds in a softer tone.

The bedroom is wrapped in afternoon light leaking through the floor to ceiling windows. The sandy hardwood floors are covered by a plush area rug that warms the space. Every accent is tastefully done and you immediately know that Satoru must've hired an interior designer.

After you've forced yourself in, you take in the soft comforter situated on the massive bed. “Jesus Satoru, how big of a bed do you need?”

“I starfish.” He provides simply.

“He does.” Suguru confirms with a nod. “The amount of times I've woken up to an elbow in my ribs or a leg hooked over my side is worrying.”

You flop on the bed as he speaks. The moment you do you see the mirror mounted above the bed, you pretend to gag as you cock your head towards the men standing in the doorway. “You both are disgusting freaks and I have no desire to know what you use that mirror for.”

Suguru at least pretends to smile sheepishly, shifting his eyes away from yours. “Well I wasn't planning on telling you if that helps.”

“I will!” Satoru volunteers cheerfully, clasping his hands together in front of him as if preparing to recite a speech. “So first Suguru likes to put me on my back and-”

“No!!” Both you and Suguru screech in tandem. Suguru is already moving to smack a hand over Satoru’s mouth. All Satoru lets out next is a muffled laugh, glee clear in his eyes.

“So gross.” You groan, tilting your head back and staring into the mirror. “I don't want to hear that! All I see when you say stuff like that is the adorable eight year old Satoru.”

Satoru tries to wriggle out of Suguru’s grip and when he does he shouts. “It's a natural process!” Satoru defends as Suguru tries to muzzle him again

“Argh- Shut up! She doesn't want to hear what we do!” Suguru protests, yanking Satoru back by the scruff of his neck.

“I already told her last night! At least now I can show her!” He shoots back, not even thinking of the implications.

Suguru lets go, only to immediately smack the back of Satoru’s head hard. He shrieks shrilly in pain.

Your face pinches together and you throw a pillow at Satoru. “You won't be showing me shit!!”

The banter is already making you feel better about the fact that your mom practically kicked you out of your own home- wait now you've remembered and you're officially fighting off a sting deep in your gut, one that makes you want to tear something off the walls and set it on fire just so you can watch something other than your life burn. Great.

Even while recovering from pain he notices the slight downturn of your lips, and Satoru starts to speak. “Y'know this place comes with perks. What's yours is mine. We've got HBO in this bitch. Not to mention I had a hot tub installed.”

“Hot tub?” You question, slightly intrigued by him listing off the pros of living with him like a real estate agent. “You really do meet every hot rich guy criteria ever.” You quip snarkily.

“Yeah, a hot tub. He had one installed on the balcony.” Suguru adds with a roll of his purple eyes. “Literally had it crane-d up to the penthouse.”

Your head snaps towards him as he speaks. “There's no way! All that for a hot tub? Doesn't the building already have one?”

“Well yeah but it's communal Eugh-” Satoru counters, gagging in disgust.

You roll your eyes at him, studying the way his snowy hair glints in the sunlight, the reflection making your eyes hurt. “God forbid Satoru Gojo has to share something with others.”

He squawks in offense. “I'm very willing to share especially if it's someone-” Satoru stutters and pauses as if he let a secret slip. “Something important. Plus I share things with you and Suguru all the time.” He corrects.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at Satoru's stutter but lets it be. “Don't worry, it will be just like the dorms. So long as Satoru doesn't annoy you enough to murder him.” He comforts.

You turn to reply but something catches your eye. Hanging on the wall is a shoji panel. Shoddily Painted on it is a depiction of a Samurai riding on the back of a dragon. In the corner two tiny, almost unnoticeable names are scrawled, yours and Satoru Gojo's. It feels like forever ago you two had met and tried to repair what you had fixed.

Noticing your gaze Suguru comments “Pretty ugly right? I've tried to talk him into getting rid of it but he gets all defensive every time I try. It looks like a five year old painted it while drunk.”

Suddenly you're offended. Apparently so is Satoru because immediately he blurts out. “How dare you! I've told you not to diss the painting!”

“It's ugly!” Suguru points out. “It's not my fault that you have the worst taste in prized possessions.”

“It's your prized possession?” Your eyes widen and you look over at Satoru.

Satoru flushes and before he can respond Suguru answers for him. “Every time someone asks about the Shoji panel he stares at the painting wistfully and sighs like he's lost a husband in a war! He won't even tell me who made it! Sometimes I catch him smiling at it like an idiot!”

“I do not!” Satoru denies fervently, shaking his head back and forth so hard his dark circle glasses almost fly off his face.

“Yes you do! Remember that Halloween party where Ijichi almost spilt beer on it and you kicked him out!? I've never seen you so angry before. You protected that thing like it was your own flesh and blood.” Suguru retells, speaking animatedly. Movements of his hands punctuating each sentence.

“You're exaggerating.” Satoru sputters, his hands moving to cover his face as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to you.

You turn, lying on your side and propping your head up on your palm. “You kept it all this time? I thought it was thrown out and replaced properly?”

Satoru takes a deep breath, finally looking at your face. “I… I couldn't let them take it. It's sentimental.”

Suguru squints between you and Satoru as he leans on the doorway. “Um… am I missing something?”

You sigh, turning your attention over to Suguru. “Did Satoru ever tell you how we met?”

“All either of you have ever told me is ‘childhood friends’. I never thought to ask how it happened.” Suguru discloses, walking over and sitting on the bed with you and Satoru.

“Well…” You start off, trying to formulate how to properly tell the story in your head. “When I was eight I got to go to my first major clan event. And as you know there's lots of preparation you must go through to become worthy of representing your clan.” Suguru nods, following along.

“Well I had finally been deemed worthy, after months of prep I got to participate. Halfway through the event I'm wandering the halls of the Gojo estate and this boy just crashes into me. He sends both of us through a shoji old enough to be in a museum, completely destroying it.” You explain animatedly.

Satoru scoffs, obviously not enjoying the way he is portrayed, despite his moodiness you continue. “All I can think of is how much trouble I'd be in because of this boy so the first thing I do is yell and insult him. I honestly don't even remember what I said-”

Satoru cuts you off and helpfully supplies, already excited to make you look bad for a change. “If I recall correctly you called me an 'idiotic abominable snowman's bastard son.’ Very creative of eight year old you by the way.”

Suguru can barely muffle his cackling behind his palm as he turns away, rolling around on the large mattress.

“Yes. Thank you for that Satoru. Anyways I was mortified because a few seconds later I realized that I had just said that to Satoru Gojo, one of my hosts. But instead of doing the smart thing, I doubled down and started to boss him around because I was too proud to apologize.” You blush, slight embarrassment shining through at your past self’s behavior.

“Yeah, you made us restretch and bolt an entire Shoji! Then you had us paint it for nothing because our parents noticed what we did!” Satoru mocks.

“Well I'm sorry I thought eight year old us’s painting skills would be up to par to fool the Gojo
Archivists!!” You huff, now sitting up to have the high ground.

Suguru's head whips back and forth between you and Satoru. “So let me get this straight, Satoru. You tackled our poor girl through a paper separator. Then immediately after you let her insult you AND boss you around. So what I'm hearing is that you've always been down bad?”

Satoru’s face flushes as he rants. “I wasn't down bad! I was just surprised! I had never been insulted before! God forbid I'm a little tongue tied after being called an idiotic abominable snowman's bastard son. My clan treated me like a prince from the moment I was born, the whole disrespect towards me was a new thing! I didn't know how to react.”

“Uh huh.” Utterly unconvinced, Suguru muffles a laugh. “So you just let her order you around without protest because you were… surprised?”

“Well you know how I get when you don't listen to me.” You cackle, smacking Satoru on the bicep.

Satoru shivers before pretending to be terrified. “She gets- violent!!”

“Hey! I do not!!” You bicker, shooting a glare at the back of Satoru’s head as he turns to share a look with Suguru.

“Yes you do!!” They exclaim in unison, so in sync that you swear they've practiced the whole routine.

“Fine- maybe I get a little…moody when things don't go my way but-” You admit, not making eye contact.

Satoru’s white eyebrows raise in surprise at your words. “A little moody? You once bit me because I snook a bite of your popsicle!”

“I was nine and it was blueberry flavored! Plus you deserved it for biting a popsicle like a freak of nature!! Who bites cold stuff?! Psychopaths!! That's who.” You defend yourself with a huff and a display of crossed arms.

“Who bites people?! Rabid dogs. That's who.” Satoru lashes back, ending the words by sticking his tongue out at you like a toddler who didn't get their way.

“Don't clock me like that you dick! Plus you bite too!! I still have a scar from that time you bit me on the shoulder for kicking your ass at Mario Kart.” You retaliate.

“It scarred?! Oooh lemme see.” He bounces towards you on the bed, already trying to peel the collar of your shirt down so he can see for himself.

You try to swat him off but he gently grips the back of your neck and your upper arm to maneuver your shoulder directly into his line of sight. And then he just stares. And no one says anything for a good ten seconds.

“Satoru stop staring at her like you're gonna bite her again.” Suguru chastises.

Satoru stays unnaturally silent for another few seconds before running his thumb over the raised scar his teeth had branded into you all those years ago.

You raise an eyebrow before asking. “Are you okay?”

Satoru snaps out of it and takes a few steps back, realizing how close he had gotten to you. “Why wouldn't I be?” He answers too quickly, his eyes still trained on your shoulder.

Satoru shifts uncomfortably on the bed before suddenly blurting out. “Tea-!!”

“What?” Suguru questions with a laugh.

“Tea- I want tea. I'm going to make some tea for all of us.” Satoru races out of the room, purposely angling his front away from your view.

Both you and Suguru break out laughing. “What was that?!” You question. “He hates tea!”

Suguru shakes his head. “I have no idea.” He says, the smirk on his lips saying otherwise.

You fix your shirt, covering up the scar as you do. Suguru's eyes scan the expanse of skin as it's once again hidden.

“So…Satoru gets a roommate. That's going to be interesting.” Suguru breathes out, staring at the clouds above Tokyo, visible from the penthouse's highest floor.

“Put some respect on my name, Suguru. I'm the fiancé, not the roommate.” You laugh but it still crumbles from your throat, scratchy and slightly hollow.

“And I'm the mistress.” He quips back with a gentle smile, his purple eyes crinkling at the corners.

Your voice catches in your throat and the air in your lungs seems to burn with each exhale. “We haven't had much time to talk about this, Suguru… I'm sorry about all of this. I would never have done something like this to you or Satoru. But we're being forced into a situation none of us want to be in.”

“It's not your fault. None of this is. I can speak for Satoru and tell you that neither of us blame you for this.” He sighs out, seemingly exhausted from the situation alone.

I know. But I can't help but blame myself. I'm butting into a dynamic I was never meant to be a part of.

“You're not butting into anything.” Suguru says firmly, leveling you with a stare that leaves no room for argument. “Our dynamic is something you've always been a part of. We never would've clicked if not for you melding us together.”

Doesn't mean you can't try though. “I can't take credit. It would've happened eventually. You two are the strongest. Together.” The ‘I'm not’ goes unspoken.

Something odd flashes across Sugurus face. Something akin to… guilt?

“You're strong too.” He laments, almost like a consolation prize.

“Not like you guys. Special grade one is nothing compared to your special grade. The vastness between the two power levels is honestly insane. Sure I'm a loaded tank, but you are nuclear bombs. We're not the same.” This time you're the firm one, and disagreement isn't possible because you both know it's true.

“But we are-” Suguru cuts himself and the futile sentence off at the knees.

“Are we?” You say solemnly.

He's silent for a second before trying to change the subject. “Where's Satoru? How long does it take to make tea? He interrupts. He's been gone for almost thirty minutes.”

You welcome the change and join in. “I have no idea. How much do you want to bet he doesn't know how to use an electric kettle?”

Suguru barks out a laugh. “I'd bet this entire penthouse actually. He's only used the kitchen once and that was when he convinced himself he could make gingerbread. He trashed the entire kitchen and the result was literal bricks for cookies.”

“I knew that would end badly! I saw that post.” You agree with a giggle.

“We missed having you around. You moving to Kyoto was hard. It feels wrong that one of the most important people to us only watched our lives through far and in between FaceTime calls and social media posts.” He speaks slowly because he can't seem to stop picking at your barely stitched wounds.

“I had to move. You know that. If I could've stayed I would've. After my father got sick I had new responsibilities.” You grit out, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“I understand. Doesn't mean we didn't wish you were here.” Suguru rests a hand on your thigh soothingly.

You take a deep breath before admitting. “I wish I was with you too.”

“Well now you are and that's all that matters-” He starts.

“I come bearing tea!!” Satoru screeches, kicking the door open with a slam. “I couldn't figure out the kettle so I teleported to the cafe we used to go to.”

‘I knew it.’ You mouth silently to Suguru.

“They make drinks super quickly, usually in less than ten minutes. So what did you do for the other 20 minutes?” You interrogate with crossed arms and a raised brow.

“I-” Satoru cuts himself off, cheeks flushing. “I got… distracted?”

“By what?” Suguru joins in on the interrogating session, a knowing smirk on his lips.

Instead of answering Satoru takes a large gulp of whatever sugary concoction he ordered from the cafe, his brilliant blue eyes skirting around the room.

“Well…?” You prompt, staring into his soul.

Satoru shoves a hot cup of tea in your hand, not even discreetly trying to avoid the question. “You still like herbal tea with lemon, and a hint of honey right?”

You're immediately distracted by the drink. “You know me so well.” You mutter as you sip the scalding liquid. “I have no idea how you haven't forgotten. It's been so long.”

Satoru instantly sobers and levels you with a strong gaze. “I could never forget anything I've learned about you, not even if I tried. It feels as if you've been carved into my ribs.”

“So damn cheesy. Where's my tea, you didn't forget about me did you?” Suguru elbows his boyfriend.

“No, I didn't forget you Suguru. Jasmine tea, plain. Just for you, Snookums.” Satoru says with a shit eating grin.

Suguru wrinkles his nose. “Snookums?”

“Yes. Snookums. I get the boyfriend right to call you embarrassing nicknames.” He retorts proudly.

“Do that and I'll start calling you ‘my little donut hole.’ Y’know because I love using your tight little-”

Satoru’s head snaps towards as he cuts his innuendo off. “Suguru! If I'm a donut hole then so are you! You let me top last Christmas!”

You snort. Tea shoots through your nose making it burn. “Ain't no way- Keep that shit to yourselves you nasty fucks! Did you forget I'm here?! Did I turn invisible?! You cough out.

As you gasp for air Suguru pats your back, helping you regain normal breathing. “Look what you did Satoru!” He chides.

“You started it!” Satoru yells childishly, stomping his foot and nearly spilling his drink.

“Both of you started it! Now shut up!” You command, still trying to get your lungs and burning sinuses under control.

“Fine.” Satoru whines, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.

“How the hell am I going to survive living with you both?” You ask tiredly to no one in particular.

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Routines are easy to fall into. For the past week you've done pretty much the same thing everyday. Wake up in Satoru’s large bed caged in by their warm bodies after a movie marathon. Then groggily shake Suguru awake so you both can get ready for the day together and tag team breakfast so Satoru can use his mouth for eating instead of complaining about the early hour. Satoru does the dishes next (AKA taking them from the table to the sink for the maids) while you finish getting ready. Everyone leaves the penthouse at different times depending on assigned missions. Usually you're the first one back and you start dinner. By the time either Suguru or Satoru show up it's halfway done already.

Today is one of the special days they both got to the penthouse before six pm. Satoru is sitting on the edge of his expensive marble countertops, legs swinging back and forth like a child's. Suguru is at least busying himself by setting the table and grabbing ingredients.

You continue to season the bubbling sauce on the stove as Satoru babbles. “So then I jabbed the curse through the eyes and-”

“Couldn't you have just used Red?” Suguru asks with a raised brow, gently passing you the garlic salt you had pointed to.

“He likes the chase.” You reply simply, as you pop the lid off of the seasoning. “It wouldn't be Satoru if he didn't take the scenic route.”

“Awww Wifey knows me so well!” Satoru coos, fluttering his eyelashes and blowing an exaggerated kiss your way.

You pretend to catch the kiss then drop it into the sauce pot. “What have I said about calling me that?”

He pouts slightly like a chastised child before smirking. “Not to. But I can't resist!! Especially with you standing there all pretty and domestic making dinner for us.”

You flip him off and he gasps offendedly, clutching his pearls.

“He's right, you know? You're leaning into this role surprisingly well. I'm just waiting for the day you tear us a new one for leaving the toilet seat up.” Suguru says, hand resting on the small of your back as you offer him a taste test of the sauce.

You shove the wooden spoon in his mouth a little too quickly, almost as if to shut him up. “God forbid a girl try to be nice to her friends and make dinner. Never again actually. Go back to your shitty diet of ramen noodles and despair.”

“Wait! No!! I'm sorry! I take it back- you're not domestic! What's the opposite of domestic?!” Satoru backpedals, shaking his hands around wildly.

“A domestic terrorist, more like it.” Suguru snarks, still a little miffed that you had pretty much shoved the hot marinara down his throat. “You can't just spoil us on home cooked meals and snatch them away just because we call it like we see it.”

“And how do you see it?” You set the spoon down on a duble, and give Suguru your full attention. Your hands resting on your hips.

“Well I see you… this is a trap isn't it?” Suguru asks, chuckling nervously, running a hand through his dark silky hair.

You keep your face expressionless before answering in a monotone. “I can neither confirm nor deny that statement. Now answer the question Suguru. How do you see it?”

Suguru shifts awkwardly, ringing his hands together. “Um- my wonderfully charitable best friend who blesses her peasant friends with the delights of her cooking?”

Satoru snickers at his boyfriend's changed tune. “Such a kiss ass.”

You nod your head at Suguru’s words. “Much better.”

“Is it done yet? I'm hungry!” Satoru whines, draping himself across the expensive counters

“No, Satoru. The spaghetti isn't done yet. The meat sauce needs to simmer so the extra water can evaporate and the noodles need to cook for a few more minutes.” You explain, still stirring the sauce.

Satoru groans, head lolling back to expose the swan-like length of his pale neck. “Ugh cooking takes so long! What about the garlic bread?” He inquires impatiently.

“I just took it out of the oven. It's gonna be hot.” You warn Satoru as you check the noodles absentmindedly, noting that they'll be ready to strain in a few more minutes.

“So what? It's just a little heat.” He says cockily before snatching a piece of bread off the tray. Satoru immediately squeals, dropping the piece and fanning his hand in the air as if it would quell the burning sensation in his reddened finger tips. “Ow! What the heck!!”

“She warned you.” Suguru says lightly before moving in between Satoru's thighs from where he sits on the counter. Suguru grabs Satoru's wrist and takes his burnt fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tips to soothe the sting.

Satoru's breath hitches, his eyes latched on where Suguru's lips encircled his fingers. “Fuck…” He mutters, totally entranced.

You snigger behind your hand at the display. “Wow Satoru, you should burn your dick next and see what happens.”

Satoru gasps and picks up a hand towel with his free hand and hurdles it at your face. “Fuck you! It's not funny!”

“Too bad you'll never get the chance- And don't throw stuff at the chef or else you'll be the next meal!” You shoot back playfully, a grin gracing your features.

“Kinky.” Suguru murmurs. “You don't know yet but he's actually very appetizing.” He replies, finally releasing Satoru’s hand but staying in between his thighs and leaning against the countertop.

“Oh zip it or else you're both going to bed hungry.” You jest, obviously joking since you're starting to strain the noodles and get them ready to serve.

“Oh my god I feel so bad for our future kids. I think I just got a glimpse into your parenting style!!” Satoru gasps.

“I'll feed my kids thanks. But you both are horny adults who are getting on my damn last nerve so if I want to hoard the food I made then I will. Plus, I'm not that bad, remember that time I spilled that ceremonial wine on my kimono when I was nine and my parents wouldn't let me eat for two days because I needed to learn to be more 'thankful for the food’ and learn to not waste? So honestly it could be worse.” You say nonchalantly as you strain the pasta.

“Oh! I remember that! I had to sneak you snacks when our tutors weren't looking.” Satoru reminisces, a hint of anger crossing his features.

Suguru's head snaps towards you both. “What?! They starved you for two days? Over a drink?!”

“Well to be fair I never spilled another drink in front of them again. So I guess I learned.” You say indifferently, plating the spaghetti for the three of you.

“What?! ‘To be fair-’ No, that's abuse! You can't withhold food from kids.” Suguru bursts out, his eyebrows pinched together on your behalf.

Satoru butts in with a sigh. “It's different for clans. They have different standards. When I misbehaved they use to put me in solitary.”

His words bring back memories you’d rather bury very deep, you shake them off. “I still hate that. I wouldn't see you for days. And the chamber they put you in…”

“What chamber?” Suguru asks for clarification, a vein in his jaw ticking and his voice tight.

Satoru takes a breath, obviously trying to bring back details. “There were light panels on the walls. Like literally floodlights shining every hour of the day. I'd get so overstimulated, my six eyes could barely handle it when I was that little.”

You slide a plate of food in front of Satoru, a hand gently pressing on the junction of his neck and shoulder comfortingly.

“So what you're telling me is that both of your clans were abusive pieces of shit?” Suguru growls. His hand clenched around the forks he's passing out.

“Well..” You start off, trying to find something that would soften the situation.

Suguru cuts you off. “Would you ever treat our- your children that way?”

“Of course not.” You say firmly before tilting your head to look at Satoru and make sure he agrees.

He nods along with you. “I wouldn't punish them the way we were punished. It's wrong.”

“Then you admit that they were wrong and awful?” Suguru retorts, crossing his arms.

“Yes.” Satoru says quickly.

“The past is the past.” You say quickly. “No point dwelling on it anymore. I'm over it. And… they're still our family.”

“Liar. You're not over it. You know damn well family isn't supposed to treat you like that.” Satoru fiercely proclaims, his plush lips pulled into a serious line.

“Satoru. Stop.” You implore desperately, face already contorting into a grimace.

“Oh please. You know you still haven't recovered. You never even had the space to try. You were doing better away from them, at Jujutsu Tech, and the moment you graduated everything went back. Whenever you came back from Kyoto to visit, did you think I didn't notice? Notice how you flinch at the sounds of plates if they're set down too loudly or how you duck for fucking cover when someone suddenly yells or makes sudden movements from behind you?” He continues, voice gritting like broken glass.

“Satoru, drop it. Please.” You beg, his words somehow making you feel small, like you're eight all over again and trying to ignore the swell and tenderness of your right eye after making a mistake.

He ignores your pleas. “I bet you your hands started shaking again. Just like they did when we were little. The constant trembles from stress and adrenaline that never go away even when things are calm.”

“My hands are fine.” You grit out. Hands clenching behind you to hide the fact that he's right.Your nails dig into the flesh of your palms painfully.

“Are they?” He mocks, obviously not believing your words. “What about your emotion control? I can list example after example of the times you've lost it in the past week. The lamp at the hotel, your phone, the-”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Something warm and slippery drips through your clenched fist. Little droplets of blood splash onto the floor. “I said stop!” You slam a plate down in front of Suguru. He doesn't flinch. “Why can't you ever let sleeping dogs lie, Satoru?!”

Satoru slams his own hands on the table before barking back. “Because they're not asleep, they're fucking tranquillized! You can't keep acting like this isn't affecting you! Just because you don't allow yourself to face the issues doesn't mean they're not there!”

Your hand clenches and unclenches at your side, the movement catches Satoru's attention. His eyes flick over and see red. “Hey-! You're bleeding…” He whispers the last part, seeming to deflate at the sight.

“I fucking know, Satoru! You know what?!” You let out a brittle laugh, like razor blades are tearing up your throat. “I'm done. Enjoy the fucking spaghetti.”

“Wait-!” Satoru stands up, his chair clattering back in his attempt to stop you.

“Let her go.” Suguru says firmly, the first time he's interjected since the whole verbal lashings started.

Your feet are heavy as they trudge up the stairs to the master bedroom. You slam the door behind you leaving a bloody handprint behind. You step onto the large balcony wrapping the expensive room. The bright lights of Tokyo flicker over the city skyline. You sit on the thick concrete ledge, staring out over the view.

The late night wind cuts through the thin band t-shirt and shorts you have on, both of which don't belong to you. You don't mind because it distracts you from the embarrassing way you had just acted, how every action seemed to prove Satoru right.

It always astounded you how Satoru could seem to dissect every part of you and lay it out like he had done a discovery surgery.

He was right and that somehow stung more than the bleeding crescents in your palm. He was right about the tremors in your hands. The learned anger issues. The constant vigilance that's protected you from a variety of thrown dishes and objects.

You know all of the reactions you have. The way every time someone tells you have to yell back. Escalate. Get in their face. Wait. Wait for them to snap and give you what you really want. The sting of a slap or the crack of a fist against the bone of your cheek. Because once the first blow is given you can leave. Be sent to your room and finally be left alone. Despite being stronger than the entirety of your entire clan you've never been able to make yourself physically retaliate.

You don't know why. Sometimes you salivate at the thought of it as they screech in your face. The thought of the surprised look on their face as you slam them face first through a wall or punish them back is insanely tempting. But you can never seem to get your body to move. Instead you just turn the other cheek. It's almost laughable how a semi-special grade sorcerer is powerless against the weak members of her clan.

The door to the balcony slides open. “Leave me alone Satoru. I'm not in the mood.”

“It's not Satoru.” Suguru says. “Can I join you?” He asks as he slides onto the ledge next to you, not really waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, make yourself at home.” You allow, knowing that he'd sit with you no matter what your answer was.

“Will do. Now let me see your hand.” He extends his palm out to you as if expecting you to lay your hand in his.

You look at his form incredulously. “I’ll pass.”

Suguru’s eyebrows pinch together and he lets out a sigh. “I don't think you heard me. Let me see your hand.” He commands gently.

“Fine. Bossy motherfucker.” You let him take your hand, turning it face up, exposing the angry red half moons torn into your palms. Silently he opens up the first aid kit you hadn't noticed he'd brought with him.

He grabs a spray disinfectant only warning you with a small ‘This will sting a little.’ Before spritzing the antiseptic on your palm. It stings, but you don't cry out, having had worse pain before.

He blows on your palm a little, the air soothing the sting. He rummages through the first aid kit before brandishing a small bottle of liquid bandage.

He covers each nail puncture mark with a bit of the liquid bandage. “All better?”

“What, you're not gonna kiss it better?” You reply irritably.

“You're such a brat.” Despite his words the moment the bandage dries he presses a few tiny kisses over your palm. His warm lips lingering slightly against the wounded skin.

The feel of his plush lips on the sensitive skin makes your breath hitch. If he notices he thankfully keeps quiet, saving you the embarrassment. Even when his kisses cease he keeps your hand in his, the pad of his thumb drawing random shapes into your palm.

He sits there with you until you're ready to speak. “I'm not sure I'm a big fan of therapist Satoru.” You whisper.

“I can tell. The slamming of the plate and the door was a big hint.” His words surprisingly aren't judgy, his tone as if he's reading a fact from a nonfiction book. “What was it about what he said that really upset you?”

“I hate that he's right.” You spit the words out because for some reason it burns to keep them in. “He knows me better than I know myself. How would he have felt if I psychoanalyzed him? Not very good, probably.”

“What was he right about?” Suguru questions you coaxingly.

“The stupid flinching. The shaking of my hands I can't seem to get rid of, my mood swings, my anger issues. Everything that makes me weak.” You bite out viciously, your uninjured hand starting to clench painfully before Suguru interlaces both his hands with yours, preventing it.

“So you think the effects that abuse has on you makes you weak? Something that wasn't your fault?” He tries to decipher.

“I let it affect me. Even after all this time.” The bitter words flow from your lips as you scowl at the roaring wind.

Suguru looks out at the twinkling lights of Tokyo. He tucks a few strands of his silky shoulder-length hair behind his ear before asking. “When was the last time it happened?” Suguru somehow saw through your attempt to make it seem like the incidents had stopped a while ago.

“The last time?” You simulate ignorance, breaking eye contact with the sear of his purple eyes that you swear can read your lies.

“Yes, when was the last time anyone in your clan hurt you?” He asks bluntly, leaving no room for deception.

Your mind trails back to the last time, two months ago you and your mother had gotten into it over your father's rapidly declining health. You had said some things you regret and she had shown you her displeasure with a simple slap. It was over before it had really begun. You hadn't even been that upset over it that time, just getting straight back to work.

You shrug. The frown on Suguru's face deepens at your non answer. “When?” He repeats insistantly.

You huff, already annoyed at the conversation “It's not that bad, Suguru. I'm an adult. I can handle it.”

“You shouldn't have to. Why do you let them hurt you?” He prods, digging into topics you'd rather keep neatly tied up with threads of feigned amnesia and unhealthy coping habits.

“I don't let them do anything.” You grit out. But the real reason rears its ugly face in the back of your mind. 'Because I deserve it.’

“You don't stop them either. You can but you don't.” Suguru challenges.

“That's not fair.”

“What's not fair is that you're being hurt by people that are supposed to love and care for you.”

His words seem to wrap around your lungs and squeeze. God why does that hurt so much? You don't answer, instead turning to look out over the skyline.

“I know you don't want to talk about this and we don't have to, not till you're ready. But you need to know that I would never ever raise a hand against you. No matter what. Satoru would never hurt you either.” He promises fiercely, making sure to hold eye contact so you can see how much he means those words.

“I know.” You affirm, because you do know. Because despite their hands being capable of earth-shattering violence they've never directed them towards you except for protection and care.

A solemn smile graces Suguru’s handsome features. He pulls you into a hug, one hand smoothing out your hair and the other curling around your waist. “Good. Because you're our friend, and we love you.”

Something in you flutters when he presses a small peck to the crown of your head. Shaking away the feeling you smirk into his chest and ask. “Does this mean I have permission to be a bitch whenever I want without fear of repercussions?”

“Just because we'd never hurt you doesn't mean we can't punish you in other ways.” He muses, tilting his head to the side as if already thinking of ideas.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Kinky?”

“Not necessarily. I meant something like subjecting you to two hours worth of Satoru's digimon rants or forcing you to sleep in your own bed.” He explains.

You ruffle slightly at the notion that you need to co-sleep. “I sleep in my own bed just fine.”

“Oh yeah?” Suguru quips with a chuckle. “Then why haven't you slept in the guest room all week?”

You stiffen slightly, already feeling self conscious. You try to explain your reason for overstaying your welcome in their room. “I- well, because we've been having movie nights and I pass out halfway through. I thought you both didn't mind because you never woke me up and kicked me out. I can start leaving when I get tired if you want. I didn't mean to interrupt…” You ramble off.

He smiles smoothly. “I don't mind, neither does Satoru. You can sleep with us whenever you want. His bed is obnoxiously large for a reason. Killer sleepovers are one of them.”

“And the other reasons?” You query, already having an idea what the other reasons are.

He raises an eyebrow and makes multiple crude gestures with his hands. You laugh nodding slightly.

You look back out to the horizon. Now that the red-hot rush of anger is absent from your veins you realize that you're starting to shiver. “It's cold.” You mutter.

He scans over your attire, his worn band tee slipping off one of your shoulders and Satoru’s basketball shorts surely doing nothing to protect you from the high altitude winds. “It is. Should we go inside? Satoru is probably worried.”

Your stomach ties itself in knots at the idea of facing Satoru after your outburst. Deep down you know he won't judge you for it, after all he's had his fair share of meltdowns. That doesn't mean you can't still have anxiety. “Yeah. Let's go back.”

Suguru hops off the ledge first, then offers you a hand to help you down. He gathers the medical supplies and opens the sliding door for you both.

“If you do ever want to talk I'm here.” He reminds, a hand guiding you by your lower back.

“I know.” You confirm.

Satoru is still sitting at the dining table, having not moved. He's twirling his now cold spaghetti with a fork inattentively when you walk in the room, Suguru hot on your heels. Satoru shoots up, bounding across the room to yank you into a crushing hug.

“I'm sorry I pushed so hard. I should've stopped when you told me to. I'm just so worried about you. You've always been the bottling up type. Well… at least until you snap and break that bottle over someone's head.” He breathes out into your hair.

You can't help but chuckle at his words. At your laugh he sighs in relief that you're not still stewing in anger.

He pulls back, his hands still lingering on your waist as he searches your face. A few seconds pass then one of his large hands lets go of your waist and grabs your smaller hand, turning the palm to face him so he can examine the dressed wounds. “You did good.” He acknowledges Suguru.

“I'm a sorcerer.” He says simply in response, because that somehow explains it all.

“I'm sorry for ruining dinner.” You apologize, a downtrodden expression painting your features as you stare at the floor.

“No no no, Darling, you didn't ruin anything. It's okay. We can just warm it up again. Maybe eat it in bed.” He suggests tenderly, a hand coming up to massage your arm comfortingly. “Well, so long as no one gets marinara on the comforter.”

You let the endearment roll off your back, Satoru always has had a tendency to fawn after your freak outs and the nicknames aren't new. “That sounds good. And if you're worried about stains we can just lay towels out.”

The boys help you grab the plates and bring them back to the kitchen. Suguru pops the plates one by one into the microwave, each one for 45 seconds. You focus on pouring drinks out for everyone. Two glasses of wine, one for you, one for Suguru. Next, one coke with lime for Satoru since alcohol irritates his six eyes. One drunken night every blue moon is more than enough for him. Satoru had disappeared into his room to lay towels out on the bed. When he returns each of you grab a plate and a drink, heading to the room to lay down.

Satoru mans the remote. “What should we watch?”

“Something with hot main characters!” You request excitedly.

“Hmm. Movie or show?” He inquires to no one in particular.

“Movie?” Suguru suggests as he takes a bite of spaghetti.

“Aye aye captain.” Satoru continues to scroll through movies before landing on ‘Mr and Mrs Smith.’ He smirks wildly. “This one.” He says with finality.

“Mr and Mrs Smith? You've got to be kidding.” You contend with a groan.

“Hey!! It meets the criteria! Hot main characters! C’mon!! Seriously Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt on the same screen? I think I'm already sweating. And it's a movie, as per Suguru’s request! It's a win-win for all of us.” He defends.

“You just think it's funny to choose a married couple in a ‘fake’ marriage, Or at least one that's a cover for their lives as spies, because we're about to do the same thing.” You call out, your eyes narrowing at the white haired man to your left.

He shoots you a toothy grin. “Ironic innit? Can we watch it? Please?” He begs, with a flutter of his long white lashes.

“It would be funny.” Suguru murmurs as he swirls a bite of noodles onto his fork.

“Fine.” You concede with a sigh. “We can watch Mr and Mrs Smith.”

Satoru cheers, pressing play on the movie. “Thank you, Wifey!!”

You don't even correct him this time, too tired to do so. “No problem, baby.”

His jaw drops and he squawks slightly. “What?!”

Suguru snickers into his garlic bread. “She's fucking with you, Toru.”

“Oh. Yeah- I uh…thought so.” He turns his head to hide the blush on his pale cheeks as he settles back into the plush pillows and starts to eat as the movie starts.

“The spaghetti turned out really good, thank you.” Suguru whispers into your ear, his breath warming the side of your neck.

“It's no problem really.” You assure, smiling slightly at his manners. Suguru never fails to make his gratitude known.

“Still, you took the time to make it. Thank you… Wifey”. He smirks, trying the nickname on his tongue.

“Oh not you too Suguru! You're gonna make that nickname stick.” You whisper-shout in distaste.

“Does it really bother you?” He whispers back, leaning in even closer.

You stay silent for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. “I don't know… I don't think I would mind the whole ‘Wifey’ thing if it didn't make me feel so… hollow.”

“Hollow? How so?” He inquires curiously, eyes flickering between you and the tv screen.

“Even though I had never given much thought to marriage or a family as a child, or even as an adult, some part of me always hoped there would be love in my relationships. That I'd be getting married for all the right reasons. But now I'm marrying a guy who's in love with someone else because our clans want strong heirs and connections. I don't think I'd mind being someone's ‘Wifey’ if they really meant it. If I really was loved. If I became their wife because they wanted me and not because of a contract.” You explain soberly, the topic already dampening the air.

By the time you're done speaking his attention is entirely on you. “Who says we don't mean it?” He asks conspiratorially.

“I-what?” You whisper back, needing him to elaborate ASAP.

Suguru moves to clarify but Satoru suddenly grips your arm. “Holy shit did you see that?! Angelina Jolie is so fine!” He gushes, shaking you slightly, successfully distracting you.

“Yes- She's pretty. We've already established this.” You say with a roll of your eyes, refocusing on the screen.

Behind your back Satoru gives Suguru a pointed look before making a shushing motion. Suguru mouths an aggravated ‘Fine’ in response.

With a nod Satoru returns his attention to you “I can't believe Brad Pitt fumbled her. Divorcing Angelina Jolie is crazy work.”

“If I was him they'd have to pry my pretty wife from my cold dead hands.” You say in agreement.

“They'd have to pry you from my cold dead hands.” He flirts playfully.

“Why because I'm pretty?”

“Well, yeah.” Satoru admits sheepishly. “But mostly because you can cook insanely well for a spoiled clan kid. I can't give up eating like this.”

“You're gonna get fat.” You tease, patting his abs.

“I have an amazing metabolism thank you very much!! And I've literally never met a fat jujutsu sorcerer unless it was part of their technique. Who knew fighting for your life was really slimming?” He argues back.

“He's right. Even though you have been going on missions less and less in the past few years because of your responsibilities in Kyoto you're still toned.” Suguru inputs into the conversation, his words slightly muffled from the bite of food in his mouth.

“That's because of Pilates. Not because of jujutsu.” You reply, taking a sip of your glass of wine.

“Pilates?” Satoru repeats incredulously. “Isn't that just yoga?”

“Pfft- No?” You criticize. “Of course not-”

“Then what is it?” He interrupts.

“I-? It's kind of hard to explain. You should do a class with me. It'll be fun.” You offer, already mentally laughing at the thought of his lanky body strapped onto a Pilates reformer.

“I'm down. Seems like it'll be pretty relaxing.” He says cockily, already writing off the workout.

“Sure. Relaxing.” You repeat trying to muffle a laugh. Poor thing has no idea.

“You wanna come, Suguru?” You invite, not wanting to leave him out.

“Hell no! I went to one class with Shoko and oh my god never again. Those reformers are literal torture machines!” He yelps, already having war flashbacks.

“Oh please, it can't be that bad, it's just yoga.” Satoru ribs him, finding his terrified reaction hilarious.

Suguru just laughs at his naivety, letting him dig his own grave.

“Whatever, aren't we supposed to be watching a movie?” You interject, already focusing on the next scene onscreen.

“Oh yeah- sorry.” Suguru apologizes as he takes your empty dish from you and sets it on the bedside table next to his. He loops his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, letting you rest your head on his chest.

Satoru sets his own plate down on the floor and curls an arm around your waist, settling his face into the plane of your abdomen. Your hand tangles into his soft white hair, twisting and curling the strands around your fingers.

He sighs gently against your stomach, his hand splaying across your ribs, one of his thumbs rubs gentle circles into your sternum.

Warmth spreads through your body as the three of you settle in and watch the movie. The atmosphere of the room is gentle and soft. And deep down you can't help but hope that every night with them is like this.

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Change is inevitable. That doesn't mean that you can't wish that your few days of peace had lasted longer, if you had known they were finite you would've taken the warmth and stretched it like taffy so it would last. A few days after what the household has dubbed 'The Spaghetti Incident’ both your phone and Satoru’s received dual notifications while the three of you were eating a late breakfast.

Satoru pauses, his fork halfway to his mouth. He surveys his phone like a live bomb. “Who do you think is texting this early?” He shifts slowly, like he already has an inkling of the senders.

“I don't know. The Mormons? How about you check?” You implore, trying to shove the responsibility on him.

He leans as far away from his phone as possible without getting out of the chair. “Me?! Why do I have to do it!”

“Because it's probably our parents and I don't want to!” You hiss quietly as if hoping the phone wouldn't hear you and ding with another foreboding notification.

“Fine, I'll do it.” Suguru snickers, plucking your phone off the table, before shoving it in your face to utilize Face ID. It unlocks with a ding.

You watch him open the message, and start to read it. Both you and Satoru are leaning out of your seats like the nosey fuckers you are to read over his broad shoulders, because even though neither of you had the nerve to open the texts you're too impatient for Suguru to relay the information.

“A calendar invite? From your mom?” Suguru scoffs, scanning the phone before tilting it towards you so you can see better.

“Click on it.” You direct, but when he's too slow you grab the phone from him gently and do it yourself.

Now both men are crowding over your shoulders as your phone is flooded with notifications for upcoming dates, everything from cake tasting to kimono fittings.
“Wow. This is officially insane. You grimace.

“Do you think mine has that many?” Satoru questions into your shoulder as he simultaneously checks his phone. Notifications start exploding on his phone as well. “Jesus, this is obscene.”

Suguru seems deep in thought as he stares at you both scrolling through the onslaught of notifications. “Wait, your parents never communicate unless for something specific. When’s the soonest appointment?” Suguru asks sagely.

“Uh….” Satoru trails, scrolling through his calendar to find the answer. “Today at 3pm for- Oh my god, they can't be serious!” Satoru cackles, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he curls in on himself, unable to conceal his amusement.

“A fertility clinic?!” You exclaim, finishing his sentence for him. “They do realize we're 23 right?!” There's no way that your parents would seriously expect you to have fertility problems so young.

“A fertility clinic?” Suguru chuckles out, clearly in disbelief as well. “Guess they want to make sure everything is in working order for post-marriage ceremony activities.”

“That's somehow worse. How invasive is it that our parents set up an appointment this intimate for us and expect us to drop everything for it when they informed us at the last minute?” Satoru protests, arms crossing over his chest.

“They probably had this as a clause in the marriage arrangement. No one wants to buy damaged goods, right? They'll probably call it off if either me or Satoru are sterile. There's no point in an arranged marriage like this if heirs aren't achievable.” You explain logically, mind already racing through the possible shady things your parents have done for the upcoming wedding.

Suguru's eyes darken, obviously harboring anger towards both clans. “Even if one of you weren't able to have children that wouldn't make you damaged. You're still you.”

“They don't care about who we are as people. Even Satoru, the pride and joy of his clan, isn't seen as more than a weapon they can use to keep their status.” The truth bursts from your throat bitterly before you can think of the consequences, of who it would affect.

Satoru seems to shrink in on himself at your words, something he's only allowed himself to do around two special people. Your gut twists painfully in guilt at the look on his face, the lack of eye contact, and the tension now built up in his shoulders.

You fix him with a look. Pulling him in by the back of his neck so the both of you are face to face, foreheads almost touching. “They're wrong.” You say firmly. “You are so so much more than they could ever imagine. And for that they are fools, fools for overlooking someone who is so luminescent.”

The breath punches out of him, his plush lips slightly parted as he tries to regain control. Satoru’s face is tinged pink, it dusts his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. As you stare into his eyes he does the same. His pupils are blown so large that they eclipse his normally cerulean eyes. All that's left is dark pools of ink framed by long white lashes.

You tear your gaze away, releasing the back of his neck and pulling away. He grabs your wrist as it retreats, squeezing once before he lets you go. You clear your throat slightly, trying to clear the knot in your esophagus.

“That applies to you too.” Suguru promises, his voice achingly sincere. “To us you're as luminescent as the sun. I don't think it matters to you what anyone else thinks, does it?”

Fuck. Maybe he's right because you feel your chest tightening and constricting like it's about to burst with the force of the sun's rays. Like it'll burn through your ribcage to escape, leaving you nothing but ash. “Yeah. Maybe.” You choke out the words having trouble rolling off your tongue. Suguru takes both your hand and Satorus. Holding them gently until both of you are ready to let go.

You let go first, as always. “I guess we get to go see if those swimmers are as potent as you boast, Satoru.”

“Oh? And what if they are? I think the better question is if you're as fertile as the Nile.” He shoots back cockily, despite the fact that he's still clinging to Suguru's hand like a lifeline.

“Technically the Nile isn't naturally fertile anymore since the Aswan High Dam was put in place preventing it from reflooding every year. Hah. Kinda like an IUD.” You lay out the facts with a small smirk.

“Why do you know so much about that?” Suguru wonders aloud, smiling at your seemingly random knowledge of a dam continents away.

“She had a hyperfixtation on ancient Egyptian from age six to nine.” Satoru explains with his knowledge of your interests as a child. “Now back to better questions. Do you have an IUD? Or the contraceptive equivalent?”

You pause, turning to look at him. The genuine curiosity in his eyes helps you decide to tell the truth. “Nah, I don't have anything. Birth control comes with lots of health complications. Seriously. It's insane. My clan didn't want to risk my reproductive system being compromised. Which I didn't really mind, I've really been… active. Never had the time.”

Their heads snap towards you before they share a look and seem to have a silent but very animated conversation.

“What does ‘never really been active’ mean?” Satoru pushes, leaning in slightly as if the need for an answer is pulling him towards you.

You let an offended expression shoot across your face. “Well obviously I've done stuff on my own Satoru. I'm in my early 20s for fucks sake.”

“And with other people?” Suguru asks, and like always the bastard hits the nail on the head.

You shoot Suguru a glare for opening Pandora's Box before you look away, not answering. Your silence confessing something you've tried to keep under wraps for years.

Satoru's eyes widen before he bursts out. “Holy shit?! You're a virgin?!”

“I don't see how that's any of your business!” You bark out, your cheeks hot. Your arms cross over your chest like a shield. “And don't word it like that! I'm not. I've done basically everything just- on my… own?” You trail off, tone getting quieter and quieter as your embarrassment overtakes you.

“Having no sexual partners ever still means you're a virgin, no matter what you've tried on your own.” Suguru says softly, but there's something odd in his gaze as his eyes trail over your body. Suddenly you feel laid bare, your stolen sleep shirt not doing enough to protect from his gaze.

“I don't care what the definition is. I'm not a virgin. I'm not some blushing bride who has no idea what sex is.” You voice defensively.

Suguru seems to snap out of it, his gaze breaking away from your body to look you in the eye. “We never said you were. Or said that you don't know anything. There's nothing wrong with not having any sexual partners. I'm sure you're very good at what you do on your own.” He comments comfortingly, despite the fact his mind seems elsewhere, almost as if he's imagining something.

“He's right. There's nothing wrong with it.” Satoru says and you blink at him curiously. He's not making fun of you?

“Seriously?” You challenge him, an eyebrow raising as you survey him.

“Yeah, seriously. Plus it's probably better that you waited rather than just doing it with someone random just to experience it.” A possessive tone leaks into his words as he pictures you having a meaningless hookup with a stranger.

“Satoru has a point. If you were busy with clan stuff like you said then it's probably best you didn't sneak out just to pop your cherry and be left unsatisfied because hookup culture is a crock of bullshit.” Suguru says firmly, his eyes still a bit hungry.

You pause, digesting their words before sighing. “Well that makes me feel a little better.”

“You've at least kissed someone though, right?” Suguru interrogates, his fingers tapping on the table as he tries to keep a nonchalant demeanor.

You share a look with Satoru before answering Suguru. “Jeez, who do you take me for? Mother Mary? Of course I've kissed someone.”

Catching the look you had shared with Satoru and the smug smirk now displayed on the pale man's face Suguru asks. “Who did you kiss then?”

You groan, regret painting your features. “Take a wild guess. Maybe the guy sitting at the breakfast table next to us smirking like a damn eldritch horror.”

“Your first kiss was Satoru?!” He gasps before shooting Satoru a look, something similar to ‘WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!’

“It was.” He says smugly, obviously proud of his past self's actions. “She was my first too. Neither of us wanted to head to Jujutsu tech kiss-less so we volunteered to be each other's first kiss.”

“Yeah it was ages ago.” You admit. “But I do remember Satoru almost broke my teeth when he came in too strong and pretty much jammed our faces together.” You remember the clash of teeth together all too well, grimacing slightly at the thought.

“I've gotten much better!!” Satoru defends with a huff, a small blush dusting his cheeks now that you've exposed his first kiss fumble. “I was just excited!!”

“I hope so. Or else our darling Suguru here would be having worryingly high dental bills.” You tease back, already feeling better that the attention is now off your un-popped cherry.

“I can confirm he actually has gotten better since high school.” Suguru vouches solemnly, raising a hand like he's being sworn in to a court of law to testify.

“I'll take your word for it.” You say despite not sounding very convinced, a grin making its way to your cheeks.

Satoru squints at you, obviously a little miffed. “I resent your lack of faith in my kissing skills.”

“Well god has to nuke you somewhere or else you'd be too perfect.” You compliment backhandedly, because his ego would inflate too much if you ever did it normally.

“Well he didn't nuke my kissing skills!!” Satoru protests huffily, his cheeks puffing up slightly.

“You're right.” He seems to relax before you continue. “He obviously nuked your sense of style.”

He gapes at you as if you insulted his entire bloodline. “What?! How dare you? My style is fine how it is.”

“Yeah? You rock up to every function in the most basic fit ever and no one ever says anything because your face card carries you.” You jab, smirking as his face turns red at your observation.

“Is that your way of telling us you find him attractive?” Suguru shoots back, coming to his boyfriend's defense playfully.

You roll your eyes. “Of course I do, I'm not blind. He's got all of…” You gesture to Satoru’s face then to his body. “This…Going for him.” You continue.

“And what exactly is all of ‘this’? Hmmm?” Satoru fishes with a smirk, leaning forward and resting his chin on his face.

You press your lips into a thin line. “You really just want me to tell you how hot you are don't you?”

“That's exactly what he wants.” Suguru laughs, obviously enjoying the direction of the conversation.

“Fine. From a purely objective standpoint Satoru is attractive. Good bone structure, pretty eyes, soft and fluffy hair. And he's muscular but not too muscular, like a swimmer that likes weights a bit too much. That's your build. So yes, you're hot and have a lot going for you.” You describe, trying to keep an observational standpoint in your words, staying detached and not making it about your personal feelings.

Satoru cheers in delight. “She thinks I'm hot!!” He whoops, throwing his hands up in the air excitedly.

“Objectively.” You remind even though his excitement is contagious and you're fighting back a matching grin with all your might.

“Doesn't matter.” He smiles giddily like you've made his day.

“He's never gonna stop bringing this up.” Suguru warns.

“I agree.” Satoru drawls out as if he's accepting an award. “I won't stop bringing up the fact that our Wifey finds me hot… ever!! I'm going to be insufferable from here on out.”

“Suguru is hotter.” You whisper solely just to piss Satoru off.

“Noooo!!!” He screams in despair before sinking to his knees and cradling his head dramatically. “The betrayal-!!”

“Take it back before he pulls out the crocodile tears.” Suguru implores desperately.

“He is hot! I'm not denying that! He's mine for a reason!” Satoru wails. “But how could you say he's hotter than THE Satoru Gojo?” He whines dramatically referencing himself in the third person.

“I thought you said my beauty was unique!!” Satoru hiccups, further adding to his performance.

“Maybe last season's beauty. Everyone has seen blue eyes before. Look at those beautiful purple peepers Suguru has got? I've never seen any like them. And Sugurus tan? Don't get me started. You're just too pale, Satoru. You look like you sparkle in the sun and watch girls named Bella sleep.” You rave, watching Satoru’s face fall further with each word spoken.

Suguru breaks out laughing, mockingly repeating. “Edward Cullen!!”

“How dare you!!” Satoru squeals incredulously. “My color palate works very well for me.”

“I never said it didn't.” You remind smugly.

Satoru gets up off the ground, his lip curled in an adorable pout. “I'm gonna go get ready for the appointment.” He sulks.

“You gonna finish your breakfast?” You ask before he walks away.

He freezes before turning around slowly. “Yeah…”
He frowns, taking a seat back at the table.

You eat quietly, giving Satoru enough time to brood before you set out to make him laugh again. “Ugh! Girls, Girls, you're both pretty! Can I go home now?”

Satoru snorts, his fake sad demeanor shattering. “Did you just use a quote from Megamind?”

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You taunt as you pop a strawberry in your mouth.

“If we weren't already engaged I'd probably propose.” He shrugs.

“You'd propose to someone just because they quoted a kids movie?” You repeat incredulously.

“Well at least he has his priorities in order.” Suguru snarks, a lopsided grin on his face as he sips his jasmine tea.

“Megamind is a National Treasure, thank you very much.” Satoru argues, jabbing a finger in Suguru's face.

“You wanna watch it after the appointment don't you?” You grouse, already sensing the answer.

“Please?” He begs. Clasping his hands together like he's praying.

He looks up at you, his blue eyes peeking at you through his long white lashes. Your stomach flips and you fold. “Okay, fine.” You agree.

“You give into him way too easily.” Suguru points out.

“Ugh I know.” You admit, finishing the last of your breakfast. “I've got to go get ready though.
Three o’ clock will run up on us way too quickly.”

“Me too.” Satoru joins, shoving one last bite into his mouth.

You both stand up, Satoru taking your dishes to the sink for you before you both make their way to the master bedroom.

“Knowing our parents this place is probably fancy and cutting edge…. so dress up?” You ask as you sift through your half of the walk-in closet.

“That would probably be for the best.” Satoru murmurs, standing in front of his half of the closet as if lost. “Help me pick out my outfit since you were ragging on my style earlier?

“You gonna say please?” You prompt, still going through your half of the closet.

“Please, my wonderful, extremely talented, ethereal, breathtaking Wifey, would you help me pick out an outfit so we can arrive at the fertility clinic in style?” He begs, sinking to his knees in front of you, his hands coming up to rest on your hips.

“Well with begging like that how could I refuse.” You say nonchalantly, trying to beat the butterflies in your lower abdomen into submission. You pull out of his grasp and walk over to his half of the closet. He watches you as you start swiping through the hangers on his racks.

You pull out a brown leather jacket and lay it on the accessory island. “Don't you think it's a bit hot for leather?” Satoru interrupts as he stands back up.

You scoff, raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh please you know damn well doctors offices are iceboxes and you'll only be in the sun for less than two minutes when we walk from the car into the clinic.”

He thinks about it for a moment before nodding in agreement. “I- good point I'll let you focus.”

You dig through his jeans next before finding an expensive Louis Vuitton pair with the logo embossed in white thread. You throw them next to the leather jacket before sifting through his shirts and settling on a Ralph Lauren blue striped button up that will agree with the warmer weather.

“Get dressed then I'll pick out the accessories.” You command, your mind already busying itself with options that would compliment what you've already picked out.

He immediately starts to unbutton his silk pajama shirt and you turn away, giving him privacy. You start to pick out your own outfit, desperately trying to not peek at his reflection in the full length mirror.

You grab yourself a flowy halter top dress. It's a light blue, a subtle nod to the shirt you had picked out for Satoru. The tiered ruffled layers of the dress allow good airflow, a summer cheat code to look put together and stay cool with minimum effort. It's on the shorter side, ending around mid-thigh, but overall modest enough for an appointment set up by your mother.

“Is that what you're wearing?” He asks as he starts to button up the shirt you had grabbed for him. He's already wearing the jeans that seem to fit him frustratingly well, he probably had them tailored after purchase.

“Yep, easy and breezy.” You reply. Hanging the dress up on the edge of the mirror before walking over to him. A smirk flits across of his face at your choice of words and you know he's already thinking something along the lines of ‘easy access.’

You take over buttoning the front of his shirt, deciding to leave the top three buttons undone for a summery laid back look. “Are you nervous?” You ask.

He nods on autopilot when he feels your fingertips brush his collar bone, but then he shakes his head to clear it and asks you to clarify. “Nervous? About what?”

“About your swimmers not being what you talked them up to being.” You tease, a smirk gracing your lips as you imagine the test results coming back in a few weeks and him not getting the above average test results he's probably expecting.

“Oh! You're talking about the appointment not- oh. I think it'll be fine. It's just a precaution. We're both young and healthy. I'm sure there will be no issues for when we uh… procreate.” He tries to keep his voice steady but you can tell the topic makes him slightly uneasy.

You move to rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing the pale unmarred skin of his forearms. “Do you think our parents would find out if we asked the doctors about in vitro fertilization so we don't have to actually… y'know?”

“Probably. They handpicked that fertility clinic for a reason, the doctor has most likely been in their pockets since day one.” He responds, thinking it over.

You watch his facial expressions as you ask “So what do you think? Should we even bother asking or just suck it up and do it the natural way once we have to?”

“You're asking me?” He says incredulously. You lay the leather jacket over his shoulders like a cape, using it more like an accessory than an item to keep warm.

“Well it's your decision too.” You explain, craving his input for some reason.

He looks at you as if trying to read your mind, his cerulean eyes searching for something. “Well I'd say don't even bother asking, I wouldn't mind doing it the natural way to avoid issues. But now that I know that you've never… it's different. I don't want to take a first unless you actually want me to have it.” He says solemnly.

“I'd rather it be you than anyone else.” You admit. His lips part slightly, almost like a silent gasp before he closes them, not trusting himself to say anything.

Then Satoru takes a deep breath, breaking eye contact. “You don't have to decide anything now. We don't even have to use this clinic if you decide to move forward with IVF. We can find a different place together, one that our parents haven't wormed their way in.” Your hand around his wrist can feel his pulse hammering against his skin.

For some reason something in you sinks, disappointed in his response. “You're right. We can cross that bridge when we get to it.” You let go taking a few steps back.

You grab your own dress off the hanger and he gets the hint, turning around. He continues to speak, changing the topic. “So what accessories are you planning?”

“For my outfit or yours?” You ask as you start to strip.

“Uhhh mine.” He says, still turned around as you step into the dress and zip it up.

“You've always looked good in silver. So probably a thin necklace. Maybe a few minimal bracelets and a watch. Oooh and a few rings to accentuate your hands.” You murmur as you go through his clear display case, gently laying out the chosen pieces on a velvet tray.

“And what about your accessories?” He asks as you put the watch on his right wrist for him.

You tilt your head to the side as you picture your catalogue of accessories. “I've always liked gold. Since my dress is a halter top I won't be wearing a necklace today, but…. that allows me to use earrings as an accent piece. Go a little crazy y’know?” He nods following along as you speak. “I'll do bracelets and rings too obviously. I like to add little pops of color into my outfits.”

“I had no idea there was so much effort put into outfits. Now I guess I can appreciate how amazing you always look because I know the effort and thought process it took to get there.” He whispers his town showing a hint of amazement.

You raise an eyebrow. “You're saying too many smart and sweet things today. Who are you and what have you done with my Satoru?”

Immediately he's back, his expression shifting to his usual cocky one. “Geez, is it illegal for me to use my brain every once in a while?”

“Probably.” You say as you latch a delicate silver chain around his neck, the thin line glinting against his neck, drawing the eye to his collar bones

“So mean.” He shoots back, but the smile on his pink lips shows that he's not bothered in the slightest.

“Oh, I almost forgot, wear your sunglasses with the silver rims today so that everything matches.” You add on.

“Oh? should I drive my silver McLaren too so that my entire outfit is cohesive?” He banters playfully.

“Do you even have one?” You pull a face full of disbelief when your head snaps to look at him.

“Darling, is that even a question?” He smirks as he surveys himself in the mirror.

You choke slightly. “You're joking!! How many cars do you have? You barely drive!! You teleport everywhere!”

“God forbid a guy likes to take fun little drives every once in a while!” He defends, with a small, dismissing wave of his hands.

“Fine, match your stupidly expensive cars to your outfits. I've created a damn fashion monster I swear. I should've just left you with the white tee and gym shorts and let your face card carry the fit.” You bicker back in good fun.

“Noooo, my fashion mentor!! Don't say that!” He cries out theatrically.

“Yeah yeah. What time is it?” You brush off, putting on your own jewelry. A pair of gold dangly pink diamond earrings, chunky gold rings, and various bangles.

“Holy shit, we've been in here a while. It's almost 2.” Satoru says hurriedly.

“We need to get going then we should probably get there early for paperwork and all that tedious stuff.” You respond, throwing on a few spritzes of perfume.

“Yeah-” Satoru agrees breathlessly, doing the same with his cologne.

You grab a pretty pair of strappy sandal heels and white shoulder bag with gold hardware. “You good? C'mon we still have to say bye to Suguru!”

“Coming!! Wait what shoes should I wear!!” He yells and you can hear his footsteps frantically pattering around the closet as you walk down the hallway.

“I don't know!! Figure it out!!” You yell as you descend the stairs to the living room.

“Hey, we're gonna be heading out soon.” You relay to Suguru as you reach the foot of the spiral staircase.

He rises from the couch and walks over to meet you. “You look pretty.” Suguru says gently, grabbing your hand and directing you into a little spin so he can see your outfit from all angles.

“Thanks. We decided to dress up because our parents probably chose some fancy clinic only the elite attend.” You respond as you transfer your things from yesterday's purse into the one you just chose. Suguru stands next to you at the counter, surveying your jewelry and makeup.

“That makes sense- wait we?” He questions, noticing your use of the plural pronoun ‘we.’

At that moment Satoru bounds down the stairs and you can hear Suguru's breath catch in his throat. His eyes trail over Satoru form. “W-wow, did you pick that out, Satoru?” He stutters out breathlessly.

“No, this outfit is our Wifey’s sweat, blood, and tears. Any and all compliments should be directed to her.” Satoru credits you with a smile and a long gesture of his arm.

Suguru turns towards you. “You have done me and the world a great service. He looks like a model dressed like that.” He presses a grateful kiss to your forehead. “Please never leave, I can't handle him going back to dressing all raggedy.” Satoru squawks in offense at that comment.

“I know, right? I did good. Wait- we can't get sidetracked!! We have to go!!” You rush off, grabbing your white shoulder bag and throwing it over your shoulder.

“Cmon-!!” Satoru grabs your wrist dragging you into the elevator beside him, your heels clack on the floor as you try and keep up.

“Bye, Suguru!!” You call out, waving frantically behind you.

“Bye, baby we love you!!” Satoru yells out to him just as the doors close.

“Love you both too!” Suguru chuckles out. The elevator doors had already closed, whisking you both down to the garage. He knows you're both scatterbrained and are probably gonna be thirty minutes late no matter how fast Satoru drives.

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The moment the elevator doors slide open Satoru is dragging you out into the garage of the penthouse. His grip is tight but not painful around your wrist as he drags you towards one of his many cars.

He pulls you towards a car gleaming silver, so shiny it's basically a mirror. “You weren't kidding about the silver McLaren were you?” You smile out, not surprised in the slightest at his frivolous spending.

“Of course not.” Satoru brags while opening the door for you.

He slides over the hood of the car and throws open his car door. Satoru barely buckles his seatbelt before he's reversing out of the parking spot so hard that you fling forwards and nearly smack your forehead on the dashboard. “Shit- Sorry!!” He winces, already zooming out of the garage and onto the street.

You squeal with the same intensity as the tires do when he recklessly pulls out into the busy street. “Satoru?! I swear to god you're gonna give me an early onset heart attack!!”

“Sorry!” He apologizes once again as he weaves through traffic.

By the time you make it to the freeway you've almost seen god twice. Your hand grips the handle of the car door, every time he swerves between cars you stiffen even more.

“Quick- put it in the nav!!” He yells as he cuts a car off as he abruptly merges into the fast lane.

You frantically type the Clinic’s location into your phone. “Oh shit.” You curse quietly, hoping your screen is lying.

His head snaps towards you and the car swerves out of the lane slightly. “What?!”

“Our parents- They chose a place three districts over.” You fret, scrolling through the directions on your phone.

“You're kidding?!?” He yells the last dregs of hope escaping from his tone rapidly. “What time does it say we get there?!”

You don't answer and tells him all he needs to know. “Oh no. Don't tell me…”

You stare at your phone in disbelief. God you both are so so late. “3:29…”

His jaw drops almost comically wide. “What?!? We have to be there at 3pm though?!”

“I know!!” You scream in response.

“Why didn't we check how far away it was before we started getting ready!?” He chastises not only you but himself with a shake of his head, one strong enough to almost send his glasses flying off his face.

“Because neither of us had the foresight!!” You roar back, the tail end of your statement turning into a scream of fear as he pushes the pedal to the metal, the car speeding up even further.

Thirty minutes of almost peaceful driving passes. Besides for the moments where your heart drops to your stomach because he almost slams into another car. Satoru’s hand comes up to rest on your thigh, just above your knee after your third screech of 'Satoru?!? You're gonna kill us!!’ His thumb runs comforting circles on your leg, something in you stutters but you have to admit it helps.

The contact nearly makes you miss the next direction your phone gives you. “Wait- Satoru we have to get off here!!!”

He veers towards the exit, crossing three lanes of traffic at once, not a blinker in sight. He nearly gets you both crushed by an eighteen wheeler, the loud horn of it almost making you both almost shit yourselves.

Your chest heaves up and down at the near miss. You and Satoru share a look, his face has drained of all of its color. A startled laugh rips from your throat. “Holy shit!! We almost died!”

His hands have a white knuckled grip, one on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh, squeezing it like a stress ball. “Oh my god!! I need my license taken away!!” He screams deliriously.

Your hand is still gripping the side door. “Never again! I'm driving! I have no idea how you even got your license in the first place!!” You yell in disbelief.

He pulls into the fertility clinic and you both can tell that there's absolutely no parking spots available. “I can't believe this.” He mutters. “Does everyone and their mother need fertility help? Damn.”

“Seems like it.” You groan in frustration as a white car steals the last parking spot.

“Here I'll drop you off at the front and you can check us in. I'll find parking on the street so you don't have to walk so far in those heels.” He says thoughtfully with one last squeeze of your thigh.

“Really?” You ask, surprised at the chivalry, especially from him. When he nods you smile at him. “Thank you.” He rolls up to the front of the clinic and lets you out.

You straighten your dress and hair, feeling like you've been through a war. Once more presentable you walk through the large glass doors to the clinic.

You make a beeline towards the front desk, heels clicking on the marble floor of the lobby. “Hi I'd like to-” You start off politely but the woman holds a finger up, shushing you.

“Hello, this is Izumi at Starsworths Fertility Clinic, how can I direct your call?” She says into the phone cradled between her cheek and shoulder as she files one of her acrylics. She redirects the call then turns to you in her swivel chair.

Izumi looks you up and down with a sneer marking her face. “What can I do for you?” She asks in an overly fake customer service voice.

“I'd like to check in for an appointment-” You communicate trying to shake off the annoyance already building in your jaw.

She cuts you off. “Just for you?” She says judgementally, as she looks at all the couples sitting together in the waiting room.

“No, for my fiancé and I. He's parking.” You explain, as kindly as possible as this woman continues to get on your nerves.

“Last names?” Izumi asks, not even sparing you a glance as she types on her keyboard.

“Ryuzuchi and Gojo.” You inform, your grip on the counter edge is the only thing keeping you from throttling this poor nurse.

“Your appointment time was for 3:00 pm. It's 3:34.” Izumi deadpans with an impatient flick of her hair.

“I'm aware.” You voice with a tired sigh. “We had car trouble. Is there any chance we can be squeezed in last minute?”

“Starsworth Fertility Clinic has a very strict tardy policy, we book appointments very far in advance and our high end clients are expected to show up on time so everyone can get the help they need.” Izumi drawls snootily with a roll of her eyes, seemingly annoyed that you're even standing within her view.

“Is there a problem here?” Satoru's hand finds its way to the small of your waist the moment he walks up. Izumi’s jaw drops as this model of a man walks up, he raises a white brow at the receptionist as he obviously waits for her to answer.

“N-No Sir.” Izumi stutters, a flush rising to her cheeks. She immediately straightens papers on her desk, trying to clean up.

“Then why don't you do my fiancé and I a favor and see if we can get squeezed in.” It's more of a demand than a request when the words slip through Satoru’s mouth.

“Of course sir. Let me go back and check.” She hurriedly stands up and races through a door on the left, presumably to ask a doctor if we can still be taken for our appointment.

“What a bitch.” You mutter once Izumi and her swishing ponytail are out of earshot.

“She seems nice.” He says with a small smirk for the sole purpose of pissing you off.

“Yeah. She's only nice to you because she finds you attractive. She was really rude to me before you showed up and I was just trying to sign us in.” You rant animatedly, using your hands to gesture angrily as you whisper-scream.

His face darkens when you mention she was disrespectful towards you. “That's certainly a possibility.”

By the time Izumi comes back you can tell she's reapplied her lipstick and spritzed an overly sweet vanilla perfume all over herself. The strong scent gives you a headache.

There's a wide smile on her face as she walks up to you both. She leans against the receptionist booth and tries to point her cleavage towards Satoru. She lays a hand on his bicep and purrs out . “I was able to convince the Doctor to take you now.”

“Really? Thank you so much.” Satoru grins, but shakes her hand off of his arm.

She pouts slightly. “I can take you both back now.”

“Thanks.” You grit out. Practically yanking Satoru away from her. You place yourself between Satoru and Izumi with a glare. Then you interlace your fingers with Satoru's and lean your head on his shoulder.

He gives you an amused look and mouths 'jealous?’

You ignore him before shooting a withering glare at Izumi that makes the girl shrink back. “Lead the way.” You command.

You fume as she leads you both to a back room. “You can wait here for the Doctor," she says politely and you wave her off.

Once she leaves, Satoru asks. “What was that?”

“What was what?” You shoot back, arms crossed over your chest.

“You're jealous.” He points out with a shit eating grin.

“I'm not.” You grit out, a frown carving itself into your feature. You unclench and clench your hand at your side in frustration.

“Yes you are.” He whispers knowingly, not teasing, but something else.

“I just didn't like how she was touching you.” You admit through your clenched jaw.

“Well why didn't you like it?” He coaxes, searching your face. Something similar to hope crossing his features.

“Because- you're taken.” You lash out, anger towards Izumi spilling out.

“Am I now?” He says curiously. The ‘by who exactly?’ Goes unsaid but you can feel it.

“Yes, of course you are.” You say scrambling slightly. “It pissed me off to see that girl flirting with you while Suguru isn't even here to put a stop to it.”

“I see.” He says to your excuse. “So you acted like that to be a good friend? How nice of you.” Disappointment bleeds into his voice and you can't help but feel like you've said something…wrong.

The door swings open and a doctor walks in saving you from the awkward atmosphere. “Hello, Ms. Ryuzuchi and Mr. Gojo. How are you both doing today? My name is Dr, Webber.” She introduces herself professionally.

“I'm doing well.” You speak shortly, still a bit tense from everything.

“So I see you're both here for some fertility tests?” She asks as she scribbles on her clipboard.

“Yeah that's correct,” Satoru confirms with a little nod.

“This is gonna be a relatively quick process. We're just gonna draw some blood from you both and collect a sperm sample from Mr. Gojo.” Dr. Webber explains. “Is that alright with you both?” She asks gently, making sure she has explicit consent.

You share a look with Satoru and when he nods you reply. “Yeah, that's alright with my Fiancé and I.”

She gives you both a small smile. “I'm gonna have a nurse come in and draw some blood from you both. Then explain the sperm collection process to you both.”

The doctor exits the room leaving you and Satoru alone. You chatter for a few minutes before the door creaks open. You almost grown at the sight of the intruder.

Izumi titters in with a tray of medical supplies. “I'll be drawing your blood today Mr Gojo! And uh yours too I guess.” She barely acknowledges you, furthering your dislike towards the woman.

“But first I'll explain the semen test to you both so that you can get that done after I leave the room.” She continues despite your glare. “Basically you'll be ejaculating into this sterile cup. It's very simple. Your spouse is free to help you, so long as no saliva or lube is present.”

“We're waiting till marriage.” You butt in with a growl.

She looks you up and down before scoffing as if you're completely ungrateful. “What a shame. If you'd like Mr. Gojo, I'm free to help you out.”

Your jaw almost drops to the floor. Did she just-?

A barely concealed look of disgust flashes across Satoru's face. “I'll be fine on my own," he says coldly, ozone fills the air and you can tell he's just put infinity up from the way the edges of him seem to shimmer.

“Of course.” She pouts at being shot down yet again. “Let me just draw your blood.”

You glare at her back as she cleanly accesses one of Satoru's veins and starts drawing the blood. She tries to make quiet small talk with him while he basically ignores her.

When it's your turn she grips your arm too hard, acrylics digging into your skin. She jabs the needle into your arm missing the vein completely and you wince. “Oops,”she smirks. “You must have tricky veins.”

But then Satoru jumps out of his seat, his face red from rage. “Either you do your job properly and draw blood painlessly from my wife or else that needle is going in your eye.” He threatens looming threateningly over Izumi.

She nods frantically, scrambling back slightly, almost slamming back into the wall. “I'm sorry- It's just the lighting in here is-”

“Shut up and do your job.” He growls his fingers twitching at his side, cursed energy starting to build at his finger tips. You know she can't see it but you can tell she senses the danger tinging the air.

“Yes, sir.” Izumi squeaks, shrinking in on herself before drawing your blood under Satoru's watchful eye. The moment she gets what she needs she races from the room like a bunny running for her life from a wolf.

He doesn't pay her anymore mind once she's gone. “Are you okay baby?” He asks gently, already looking over the puncture marks on your forearm. He puts a small bandaid over the bleeding pinpricks and lays a gentle kiss against the now covered wounds.

“I'm okay, Satoru.” You reassure with a small smile. “You didn't have to threaten her like that. She's just a jealous bitch.” You say despite the fact that something warm is spreading through you at how he had defended you.

“She hurt you.” He seethes, dark cursed energy radiating off him in waves. “On purpose, she wanted you to be in pain. I saw her self-satisfied face.” He adds.

You hum slightly. “She did.”

He runs a thumb over the bandaid on your arm. Before pulling his armchair even closer to yours and sitting down, almost like a guard dog.

“You still have to do your Semen sample.” You remind him, before handing him the sterile sample cup.

“You staying or goin’ because I don't mind if you watch.” He teases, hand already resting on his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

You roll your eyes before shooting back. “Going.”

“I'll be thinking of you!!!” He yells out as he unzips his jeans.

You make a big show of gagging but you only do it to cover the flush that makes its way to your cheeks at the thought of him doing that… while thinking of you.

He bursts out laughing as you close the door. “Bye bye Wifey!!”

You lean awkwardly against the wall outside the room as you wait for him to well- finish. Maybe fifteen minutes later he reappears. There's a thin sheen of sweat on his face and his cheeks are flushed. “The ooey gooey has been retrieved," he says raising the cup victoriously.

Second hand embarrassment rushes over you like a river. “Don't call it that. Just give it to one of the nurses and let's go.”

He tries to grab your hand but you don't let him. “Have you even washed your hands?”

“Uh… no?” He says guilty, trying to clean his hands on his expensive jeans.

“Exactly.” You gag, disgust clear on your face. “I know exactly where your hand has been and it's pretty bleak.”

He pouts at you as he hands off the sample to a waiting nurse in gloves. “You both are good to go," she says.

You walk out of the back area and Satoru glares at Izumi as you both walk past the receptionist booth.

You stop by the bathroom so Satoru can wash his hands.
When he passes by you to go inside the restroom you reach inside his back jean pocket and grab his McLaren keys. Once he's inside you race out as fast as you can in your heels, you spot the car parked across the street.

Pickpocketed keys in hand, you start it up and drive up to the front of the clinic.

He exits the clinic and you roll down the window. “Guess you were serious about not letting me drive, huh?” He asks cockily, leaning through the window to look at you.

“Of course I was. Hop in my adorable little passenger princess.” You tease with a revv of the engine and a shit eating grin.

With a smile he climbs in the silver McLaren and you both zoom off.

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2 weeks later when you go back to Starsworth's Fertility Clinic for your test results there's an almost startling absence of a familiar face. After the appointment you turn back to Satoru with a raised brow.

“What?” He feigns innocence, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away.

“What did you do?” You narrow your eyes, trying to see into his soul.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He whistles nonchalantly as he fights a smirk.

You sigh. Crossing your arms over your chest. “You got Izumi fired didn't you?”

“Whaaaaaat?” He pauses before smirking devilishly. “I'm sure she quit of her own volition.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” You deadpan, totally unconvinced.

“What? I'm serious, it wasn't me… technically.” He trails out, the glee on his face unwavering as he holds the clinic door open for you.

“Who was it then?” You press, wanting more information.

He pauses, awkwardly standing on the sidewalk like he got frozen in time. “It was a…. joint effort.”

You raise a brow at his word choice. “Mhmm. Between who?”

He at least looks a little guilty this time as he scratches at his chin. “Me, Suguru, a PI, and a curse that causes projectile vomiting and uncontrollable diarrhea.” He answers truthfully.

You sigh, of course Suguru was a part of this. Despite him acting like a chill guy he never lets things go, especially when someone wrongs a person he cares for. “Say no more I get the picture.”

“Are you mad?” He asks sheepishly as you both walk towards his car. Once again you had to park a block away from the clinic due to lack of parking.

“No, not really. I would've done the same if someone treated either you or Suguru that way. Thank you for defending my honor.” You pause as an idea pops into your head. “Did you take a video?”

A grin breaks out on his face. “This is why I love you. I knew that would be the first thing you asked. We can watch it when we get home with Suguru.”

“Sounds good. Keys?” You demand, palm already open and waiting.

“Are you really serious about the whole ‘never letting me drive because I almost killed us the last time’ thing?” He whines, already digging through his pockets.

“Yes, I'm really serious. Now hand em’ over.” You confirm and he groans in despair.

“What's the point of having all these awesome cars if I can't even drive them?” He pouts and you brush some of his white hair out of his face.

“I dunno. It's not my problem though.” You say as you unlock the car. “Want me to open the door for you, princess?” You tease, very much enjoying getting to be the one driving.

“You know what? Yeah, open my door for me.” He says, slightly surprising you at his willingness to slide into a more ‘feminine’ role. But what did you expect? This is Satoru Gojo, the guy who has been waited on hand and foot since birth.

“Geez, have you ever heard of please?” Nonetheless you open the door for him, but not without shoving him into his seat the way a cop would a criminal.

“Ow!! You're so mean!” He complains, fixing his hair from where your hand had messed it up.

“And yet you still love me. So I don't see any reason to change my behavior.” You climb into the drivers seat sports car he chose for the day, a smirk still splitting your cheeks.

“I hate it when you're right.” He mumbles, looking out the window like a toddler after a tantrum.

“So you hate it always?” You pause before changing the subject. “What do you think? Straight home or takeout?”

“Uhhh. Straight home. I like your food more anyways.” He responds, scrolling on your phone as you start the ignition. The sports car starts with a loud roar.

You roll your eyes and start to back out of your spot. “You're so spoiled already and I've barely been around a month. Who says I feel like cooking anything tonight?”

“Please, baby? I won't be able to have any for a whole week.” He looks up from his phone, putting everything he has into his puppy eyes.

Your stomach sinks at the reminder of his upcoming mission. “Are you sure you have to go? The higher ups can't find anyone else?” You ask, one last bit of hope flickering in your gut.

“You almost sound like you'll miss me.” He whispers quietly and you can tell that the answer to your question is ‘no’ from how defeated he looks.

You sigh, looking around the street as you wait for the light to change. “Don't even play around. You know I will.”

“Yeah I know. I'll miss you too.” He breathes out sincerely, his hands wringing in his lap.

“Since you’re leaving tomorrow I'll make you whatever you want tonight to eat.” You say solely to get the sad look off his face because it feels like you're being gutted like a fish when he looks that dejected in your presence.

“Whatever I want?” He smiles, already seeming to go through his options mentally.

“Anything.” You confirm as you navigate through the streets of Tokyo.

“Can I eat you?” He asks hopefully, his hands clasped together like his praying to his ancestors that you'll say yes.

“Anything except that.” You amend with a chuckle. You put on your blinker and turn right as he pouts.

“No fun. Uhhhh can we have grilled cheese?” He tries a safer option this time, still a bit grouchy at your refusal.

“Grilled cheese? It's your going away meal and you want grilled cheese of all things?” You question, looking at him through your peripheral vision.

“I'll be eating at expensive Michelin starred restaurants my entire time in New York. Tonight I just want something quick and comforting.” He explains earnestly as he looks over his shades at you.

God he’s adorable, and you can't say no to his reasoning. “That… actually makes sense. Yeah, I can make grilled cheese for everyone.” You agree.

He beams at you. “Thanks!! Plus it doesn't really matter what we eat. I just want to spend time with you and Suguru before my flight leaves early tomorrow.”

That sours your mood, you don't even want to think about the time you'll be losing. “Once you get back we'll only have three weeks until the wedding. This New York trip might be your last chance to flee.” You joke, but it lands hollow.

“Everyone I love is in Tokyo. I'm not leaving.” He says firmly, turning to look out the window.

A breath you didn't know you were holding leaks out. “Good. As much as I mess with you I… I’d miss you… a lot.” You admit, not making eye contact. Using the road as an excuse to not meet his gaze.

“That's why I'm not going. You and Suguru are all that really matters to me.” Satoru says transparently.

Your heart flutters slightly and you look back at the road ahead of you. “You're so cheesy.” Is all you can parse as a response at the moment. He smiles at you gently as if he can tell the words affected you.

You drive in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before you say. “Let Suguru know we'll be home in two minutes.”

“Why?” He questions, scrolling through his phone as you take the familiar turns to his penthouse.

“I got flashed last time.” You say simply, reminiscing on the time you had gotten groceries and come back too quietly. You had sat on the master bed, waiting for whoever it was to get out of the shower so you could get input on what you should make for dinner. Unluckily, or luckily depending on how you looked at it. Suguru had forgotten a towel and had just decided to walk from the bathroom to the master closet, thinking no one was home. You had gotten a whole frontal view and lots of screaming began.

“Ah, good point. Can't say it's not a nice view though.” Satoru says, obviously doing some reminiscing of his own, a dirty smirk and a faint blush making its way to his face.

You almost nod along, thinking back to Suguru’s defined shoulders and the Jacob's ladder you had barely gotten a glimps of, but then you catch yourself and say. “You're such a perv, I can't even.”

“It's not being a perv if he's my wonderful boyfriend who I love very much.” Satoru defends, typing out the ETA warning to Suguru.

“Pfft, alright.” You laugh and you can hear the swoosh of a few texts as Satoru and Suguru trade messages.

You pull into the almost hidden entrance of Satoru’s private garage and park. You turn off the car and grab your purse. Satoru climbs out the passenger, a sight that's always hilarious. His long limbs making him look like a baby giraffe learning to walk.

You hang up the keys on the rack next to an obscene about of other key fobs that each have their own ludicrously expensive car linked to them. Satoru presses the button to go up and waits for the elevator.

It's a calm silent ride as you climb the many floors to the penthouse. The glass walls of the elevator making you feel as if your flying. That all changes when the elevator doors open and Satoru screams. “HONEYYYY we're home!!”

Suguru gets up from the couch. “Hey, how did it go? You get your results?” He asks as he pulls Satoru in for a hug, pressing a soft ‘welcome home’ kiss on his temple.

He hugs you next, he leans in like he plans on doing the same to you but then seems to think better of it, instead opting to brush some of your hair out of your face. “Yeah we got our results we-” You try to respond but…

Satoru cuts you off. “We're so fertile we could repopulate Japan after a natural disaster!!” He boasts, holding up a hand as if expecting a high five.

“Satoru! Jesus, what is wrong with you?!” You sputter, a faint tint of red dusting your cheeks.

“Of course he's excited about the concept of that. He always has had an ego issue.” Suguru mocks his boyfriend, bobbing his head back and forth.

“I don't have an ego issue!!” Satoru protests with a playfully enraged gasp.

You and Suguru share a side eye before breaking out into a fit of hysterical laughter.

“I don't!!” He tries again desperately, trying to come off as genuine.

“Don't lie.” You reprimand, but your statement falls off into uncontrollable giggles that you try to hide behind your hand.

Suguru starts off, trying to keep his composure. “Yes you do!”

“Nuh uh!!” Satoru protests childishly, with a near stomp of his foot.

“Nuh uh?! What do you mean 'Nuh uh’?! Then why do you like the idea of the hypothetical repopulated Japan having your DNA? Huh???” Suguru interrogates him rapidly.

“That's a good point.” Satoru mumbles, not making eye contact with anyone as he takes a seat at one of the island barstools.

You roll your eyes at his pouty behavior from being called out. “Hey Toru, do you want normal grilled cheese or do you want truffle grilled cheese?”

“Both?” He pleads as you make your way over to the fridge and start to grab the shredded cheese you need.

“You're so lucky you're leaving tomorrow and I'm feeling guilty.” You gripe as you grab the butter next.

Somehow he had made it from the island to right behind you without you noticing. “Thank you, Wifeyyy!” He singsongs into your ear, draping himself over your shoulders as he wraps you in a hug.

“Do you need any help?” Suguru offers once Satoru releases you.

“Not necessarily, but I won't turn it down. You don't have to if you don't wanna.” You answer, already heating two pans on the stove, one for truffle oil and one for butter.

“I want to.” He says firmly, already watching you start to cook like a hawk.

You smile at Suguru’s willingness to help you. “Then can you get the loaf of sourdough out and cut it into slices for me?”

“Yes, chef.” He salutes already retrieving a bread knife and the sourdough.

“Baby?” Satoru starts off softly.

“Yeah?” You and Suguru accidentally synchronize in response, each of you thinking his nickname was trying to get your attention. You flush slightly at your mistake, of course he'd be trying to get his boyfriend's attention, not yours.

“Uh- Oops, not you Suguru.” Satoru says sheepishly at the confusion he caused. You blink in surprise. He wanted your attention?

Suguru huffs in response. “How was I supposed to know? You've been nickname crazy for both of us this last month.”

“Yes, Satoru?” You prompt as you grab two of the just-sliced cuts of sourdough and add the shredded cheddar cheese in between.

“May we please have tomato soup with the grilled cheese?” He begs politely, knowing that's the easiest way to get what he wants with you.

“We don't have any tomato soup.” You remind as you throw the sandwich on the pan with the butter, soft sizzling fills the kitchen as you press the sandwich down with a spatula.

“We have tomatoes.” He says after doing a mental checklist of what you all have in the fridge.

You roll your eyes as you start the next sandwich, this time with provolone cheese. You throw it into the pan with the truffle oil. “Are you asking for fresh tomato soup?”

“Please?” He whines pathetically. “I'm leaving tomorrow.” He guilt trips shamelessly.

“No.” You say but your actions show your real answer as you're already moving to grab the tomatoes from the fridge.

He grins when your actions show acceptance. “I love you.” Satoru singsongs once again from his perch on the island stools.

“You spoil him too much.” Suguru groans as he cuts the last slice of sourdough.

“Ugh tell me about it.” You concur as you wash the tomatoes.

“So why exactly do you have to go to New York?” You question as you brown some crushed garlic in a soup pot.

“You know that terror attack a few weeks ago?” Satoru starts off as you throw the tomatoes in a blender.

You nod slightly, continuing to make the soup. After the garlic browns you add heavy whipping cream to the pan.

“Well all the negative emotions in a city that populous created a pretty strong curse. There's a special grade that popped up. The New York branch requested my help and the higher ups agreed to help relations in case we need something from them in the future.” Satoru explains as spatula the tomatoes purée into the pan.

You mix the pan and you can feel Suguru watching you as if trying to glean cooking skills from sight alone. “I see. But a week?” You question.

Satoru sighs, resting his chin on his palm. “Since I'm there anyways the higher ups are going to parade me around to prove how much better the Japan jujutsu branch is than the New York one.”

“Are you all packed?” You ask as you turn the heat down on the soup and continue to make grilled cheeses in the background.

“He is. I helped him before you both left for the clinic.” Suguru confirms, leaning against the counter, watching as you move around the kitchen.

A frown makes its way to your face when it finally hits you that Satoru is leaving. You don't know why this is affecting you so much. You've been apart for longer, it's just a week. You try to remind yourself rationally.

“Aw, don't worry, Honey. He's gonna call and blow up our phones with little snapshots of his days. He's so obnoxious with his updates you'll feel like he never left.” Suguru comforts at the saddened look on your features.

“Really?” You direct towards Satoru with a raised brow, hope leaking into your tone.

“If that's what would make you feel better, Baby.” He says as if he wasn't already planning on spamming you both already.

“That sounds nice.” You admit, fighting the grin that makes its way to your face.

“Well then prepare for me to be insufferable. You'll see everything, my hotel room, what I eat, where I go, my bomb outfits, etc.”

“That plus hundreds of thirst trap selfies.” Suguru teases seemingly from the experience of Satoru’s past trip texting habits.

“Hey!! My beauty deserves to be shared!!” Satoru defends, not even to try to deny the accusations.

“What beauty?” Suguru jeers, poking Satoru in the ribs.

“Oh!! Don't even!!” Satoru gasps offendedly as he knocks Suguru’s hand away before he could tickle him. “I could model and you know it.” He says proudly.

“Shhhh no one cares.” You quip as you cut the grilled cheeses into triangles.

“Ouch-” Suguru laughs. “Yeah!! Shut up Gojo, we're not stroking your ego anymore!” He taunts, using Satoru’s last time. The whole thing makes you reminiscent of their little tiffs back in first year.

Satoru pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.“Well there goes the souvenirs I was gonna get you both.”

“Oh noooooo, you mean I don't get ‘I heart NYC’ booty shorts? What a shame.” Suguru shoots back, feigning disappointment.

“Now that's an idea I could get behind.” A smirk spreads across Satoru’s face as he imagines you both in skimpy shorts like that.

“I thought you said we weren't getting any souvenirs?” You remind, stirring the soup and seasoning it.

“I'm rescinding that.” Satoru says firmly.

You groan at Satoru’s words. “Look what you've done, Suguru. Now we're gonna get slutty shorts we're not even gonna wear.”

“Who says I'm not gonna wear them?” Suguru says cockily, a smirk making its way to his lips, making his black snake bites glinting playfully in the light.

“Oh?” You question, your brows raising as his words pique your interest.

Satoru’s jaw drops in excitement. “Yeah- what she said. Oh?!”

“I'm kidding.” He deadpans, leaning against the counter.

“No! You have to wear them now!!” Satoru begs, nodding desperately.

“That would be a sight to see.” You tease, despite the fact that you would very much like to see that sight.

“Oh, shut up.” Suguru commands with a roll of his eyes.

“Make me.” You goad, flipping him off playfully at his military like tone. Who the hell does he think he is? Bossing you around like that?

He flings a handful of shredded cheddar cheese at you and you gasp. “How dare you?!”

“Oooooh!! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!” Satoru yells excitedly before whispering. “Preferably with minimal clothes on and lathered in coconut oil, please.”

His words snap you out of your wind up for your revenge throw of cheese, saving the nice kitchen from a food fight.“Huh?”

“Hmm? I didn't say anything.” Satoru feigns innocence with a cherub-like look on his pretty features.

“But you said-!?” You try to question but Satoru continues to shake his head innocently.

“It's better not to ask.” Suguru advises helpfully.

“Is the food almost done?” Satoru groans impatiently.

“Soon, maybe two more minutes. I just have to put the soup in bowls, and the grilled cheese is cooling.” You respond before questioning. “Do you wanna eat at the table or in bed?””

“Bed.” Satoru says quickly, already standing up from his barstool.

“Can you go set it up then? Wouldn't want to stain the bed with tomato soup.” You ask as you pour the soup in bowls, a delicious aroma wafting up from it.

“Aye aye chef!!” Satoru yells enthusiastically as he races off to the bedroom.

“Wrong terminology!!” You chuckle out but he doesn't seem to care all that much.

“I know!” He yells playfully in response from upstairs.

The moment he's out of sight you frown.

Suguru as always clocks the look on your face. “You don't want him to leave, do you?”

“Of course not. Things have been so fun with the three of us back together again.” You sigh, grabbing spoons from the utensil drawer.

“It has been fun hasn't it?” Suguru affirms, a small smile coming to his lips but not reaching his purple eyes, you can tell he doesn't want him gone either, no matter how short the trip is.

“This has been the best few weeks I've had in a while.” You admit, looking away.

“You don't have to worry, you know? He’ll come back. He always does.”

“Doesn't mean I won't miss him. I don't know how you handle him being gone, Suguru.” His jaw ticks at your words.

“You're asking me? You went months without seeing either of us.” He snaps back, throwing your absence in the past few years back in your face at the notion of him not missing Satoru when he leaves.

Your face falls even further and you can feel walls slide back into place, protection. “That wasn't by choice. You know that.” You grit out quietly.

Guilt immediately simmers in Suguru’s gut at the look on your face and he tries to backtrack. “I didn't mean it like that.”

You sigh, eyes coming up to meet his worried gaze. “Didn't you?”

He sighs, deciding to tell you the truth. “Yes I meant it like that. But I should t have said it. I just.. we both missed you, it was like you disappeared after graduation. For four years we barely saw each other. It still stings because you're so important to us. Being apart for that long was… awful.”

“I'm sorry.” You deflate even further. “I was just so busy learning what I needed to do so I could take over my clan. Those four years weren't the best for me either.”

“I know. I don't blame you. Neither does Satoru. But you dropped off the map, barely texted or called-”

“You didn't either.” You say bitterly, looking away.

“What?! I tried texting and calling you everyday for six months straight and you never responded!! We both did!! Hell, I even sent a letter!! A letter!! What is this? The eighteen hundreds??” He exclaims, brows pinching together.

“But I didn't get anything, I thought you both-” You protest but for some reason his tone makes you want to cry, you can easily handle spitting insults from others but the moment Suguru frowns at you as if he's in pain you can't handle it.

He cuts you off, his frown deepening. “Thought we what?! Stop caring?! Abandoned you?!” He takes a deep breath, seeming calmer afterwards. “We could never stop caring about you. You're what balances us out.” He says sincerely.

“It seems stupid now.” You murmur into his chest when he pulls you into a hug.

“I don't want you to ever think we'd willingly be apart from you. If Satoru could blow off this mission he would.” Suguru reminds gently, cupping your cheeks with both hands, squishing them together and making your pout even more prominent

“But I can't.” Satoru butts into the conversation once he walks back into the kitchen.

“I know. I still don't want you to go.” You admit, still wrapped loosely in Suguru’s arms.

“I don't want to go either.” He says truthfully to you both.

Suguru sighs.“Let's just enjoy our time together before Satoru has to leave.” He suggests, giving your hips a small squeeze.

“Yeah, good idea. What are we watching tonight?” You ask Satoru, trying to change the subject.

“The devil wears Prada.” He smirks before continuing. “I already have it set up.”

“Again?” Suguru groans in mock despair, finally letting you go.

“Again?” You ask curiously. “What do you mean again?”

“Everytime he goes anywhere within the state lines of New York he just has to watch that movie.” Suguru explains with mock annoyance.

“What!! It's a good movie and it's New York, it just makes sense!!” Satoru defends, pointing a finger in Suguru’s face.

“I agree I like that movie.” You say, and Suguru groans yet again.

You all move to the bedroom, each grabbing your respective plates and bowls. The boys trade jabs and jeers as the three of you make your way up the stairs to the bedroom. You set your food on little trays Satoru got once everyone made it clear they preferred eating in bed. You let Satoru get situated in the middle of the bed so that you and Suguru can sandwich him.

Satoru presses play and a few minutes in you chuckle. “It always cracks me up how they try to make Andrea seem ugly. Even though before the whole makeover she's the prettiest character.”

“For real, Anne Hathaway is no joke. They did the same thing in princess diaries.” Suguru agrees.

Your head snaps towards him as you dip your grilled cheese into your steaming tomato soup. “You've watched princess diaries?” You question incredulously.

“Of course.” He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “It's a movie staple.”

“Oh my god!! Is this the same Suguru that in high school refused to watch Mamma Mia with me?” You coo at him, a smirk appearing on your face.

“I'm not the same as I was in high school.” He groans at his past behavior being brought up for examination.

“Obviously.” Satoru hums flirtatiously, running a finger up Suguru's bicep, then giving it a hearty squeeze.

“Yeah, obviously.” You snicker at the look on Suguru’s face. “You both don't hate each other anymore.”

“I never hated him.” Satoru pouts, crossing his arms at your accusation.

“Me neither. He just pissed me off.” Suguru admits before turning to Satoru. “Why were you so rude in the beginning?”

“Well think about how I felt!! This random, very attractive guy is walking up with my best friend. You both were laughing, and giggling, and touching-” Satoru rants, getting worked up from the memory.

“So you were jealous?” You deadpan with a roll of your eyes.

Satoru blushes before exclaiming.“No!! Just protective.”

“Eh- sounds like jealousy to me.” Suguru teased with a grin, leaning into the arm Satoru has wrapped around his shoulders.

“Hey, what did you think when you first met me?” Suguru asks, turning to look at you.

“Me?” You ask, pointing at your chest with a finger.

“Yeah, you.” Suguru confirms as he searches your face.

“You want the honest answer?” You sigh, already anticipating the teasing about to ensue.

“Of course!! Give us the drama.” Satoru cheers, taking a bite of grilled cheese. He smiles even more at your pained groan.

You start your thoughts at the expectant looks on their faces. “Uhhh- oh I remember now! I thought you were breathtaking. That's literally the word my brain came up with when I saw you. I actually mentally berated myself for not taking the time to fix my appearance in the terminal bathroom when you showed up. I guess maybe 15 year old me just wanted to impress the cute guy on the train who decided to talk to her.” You ramble.

“Breathtaking? Are you serious?” Suguru questions, it's clear he thinks you're exaggerating.

“Yes!! You walked up to me with that long hair, pretty eyes, and piercings, then I damn near had a heart attack.”

“I don't believe that!! You were so nonchalant, you literally called me an angel-!! Right off the bat!” He exclaims, surprise clear in his tone.

“I flirt when I'm nervous!” You defend and he rolls his eyes.

'That's useful,’ Suguru mutters under his breath.

“You flirted with him!?” Satoru yells, and you can't tell if he’s jealous or just wants the gossip.

“Yes, Satoru, I flirted with him. But to be fair I met him first, you had no claim staked yet.” You deadpan, a warmth spreading through your cheeks.

“She's right.” Suguru agrees with you, nudging Satoru with his elbow.

“So? Well what did you think of her when you first saw her then?” Satoru interrogates wanting both sides of the tale.

“I- uh…” Suguru hesitates, not meeting your eyes.

You sit up looking at him, “You what?”

“Fine! At first when I saw you I thought you looked pretty rough.” He admits.

“Pretty rough-!?!” Satoru laughs at the offended look on your face.

“You were covered in blood and bruises!! Plus you had a tissue covering half your face so I couldn't really see you.” Suguru defends his fifteen year old self. “I just wanted to see if you were okay. I was worried about the random girl on the train who looked like she was a hit and run victim.”

You pout slightly at his words, your ego bruised. “Well what about after you saw my face?”

Suguru looks away, a slight blush rising to his tanned face. “Well my heart damn near jumped out of my chest. If I had known you were that pretty from the start I probably would've been too scared to approach you.”

“You thought I was pretty?” You ask, suddenly very interested in what he has to say.

“The moment you brought that wadded up tissue away from your face and I actually saw you? Geez I almost couldn't breathe. Then you went and flirted? It was almost lethal.” He seems to be getting lost in his memory as he speaks, almost rambling.

You scoff but you can't deny the fluttery feeling his words give you. “I was covered in blood and my hair was a mess?”

“You know that doesn't mean anything.” Satoru snarks. “You're somehow always photogenic. Even when you're sleeping which thoroughly pisses me off.”

“You watch me sleep?” You grimace, slightly creeped out.

You watch her sleep? Suguru echoes with an extremely judgmental raised brow.

“I plead the fifth.” Satoru says solemnly, his face schooled as if he was actually on trial.

“God, you're creepy.” Suguru taunts, booping his boyfriend's nose.

“I am not!! God forbid I admire my wife.” Satoru blusters, his pale cheeks going bright red.

You laugh at his expression before speaking.“I'm not your wife yet.”

“Yeah ‘yet.’ Our wedding is four weeks out, shawty!!” He yells out animatedly, unable to keep the excitement out of his tone despite it being an arrangement.

“Call me that again I'm ripping your balls off.” You threaten, holding up your hand like a claw as if getting in position to do just that. Suguru laughs uncontrollably next to him.

“Noted-!! I'm sorry!! Leave our future kids alone!!” He apologizes fearfully, hands moving to shield his crotch.

He pauses, looking out the window the sun has set. It's been dark for a while. “It's getting late.” He says quietly like he doesn't want the night to end because the sooner it does the sooner he has to leave.

“Yeah it is. Sleep?” You ask, hand reaching up to squeeze his shoulder comfortingly.

“That's a good idea. He has to be up early for his flight.” Suguru strategizes, already mentally plotting how much time Satoru will need in the morning.

You climb out of bed and they follow you. You all brush your teeth and wash your face together but the air is melancholic. The usual teasing and shoving is gone.

You look around as they start to change into their sleepwear, you turn away. Sneakily trying to grab a random t-shirt from their half of the closet.

Sadly Satoru catches your attempt. “Oooh t-shirt and undies? Lethal combo.” Satoru admires, trying to inject some humor into the atmosphere.

“It's not for you, it's just comfy.” You sniff, turning away so he can only see your back. You un-clip your bra and remove the clothes you had worn all day before throwing the stolen shirt on.

“Doesn't mean we can't enjoy the view.” Suguru says as you climb back in bed, he unabashedly stares at your ass when the shirt rides up.

“Don't be a creep!!” Satoru chastises despite the fact that he is doing his fair share of ogling too.

“I don't see how my outfit is any different than what Suguru is wearing.” You look pointedly towards his boxers and loose muscle tank.

“I never said his outfit wasn't attractive. I ogle him just as much as I ogle you.” Satoru shrugs nonchalantly.

“Well- what about you?! You sleep in sweats and that's it!! No shirt! Nothing!” You exclaim, gesturing at his bare chest.

“I run warm.” Satoru excuses with yet another shrug.

“Uh huh. Liar. Being shirtless when you look like that is whore behavior.” You déclare as you cross your arms.

“Whore behavior? How so?” He fishes, laying down beside you, resting his head on his folded arms.

You trail a finger down his v-line ending at the band of his sweats. You hook a finger into them and his breath hitches. You smirk and snap the band against his skin. “That's how.”

Suguru laughs at the dumbfounded look on Satoru's face as he gapes at you like a fish. “She got you. Don't tell me you're craving tea again?”

Satoru's face flushes so red it almost looks painful. “No! I'm not craving tea!!” He closes his eyes remembering the last time he had used that excuse.

“Am I missing something?” You inquire, feeling left out of the joke as Satoru covers his heated cheeks.

“No!!” Satoru screeches adamantly, trying to save his dignity.

Suguru just snickers before climbing in on the other side of him. “Goodnight.” He says lovingly, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s lips.

Satoru frowns. “I'm probably going to be gone before you wake up.”

“We’ll see you soon. After all, you have to bring us our booty shorts.” You remind, wanting to wipe the sad look off his face.

That brings a smile to his face. “You're right, I'd never want to leave you both hanging.”

“Goodnight, Toru.” You say gently, letting him wrap an arm around you and pull you close.

“Goodnight, love you both.” Satoru says earnestly, letting both you and Suguru nuzzle into his side, leeching his warmth.

You all fall asleep tangled together. A mess of arms and legs. You've hooked a leg over Satoru halfway through the night and Suguru has a hand on your calf as if you are both making a sleep-addled attempt to lock Satoru up and keep him from leaving.

Hours later Satoru is detangling himself from deep sleep vice like grips. He brushes Suguru's hair out of his face. His bangs are slightly sweaty from sleep. Then he presses a small kiss to his temple

He pauses when he gets to you. He looks over your sleeping form before gently kissing you on the forehead and whispering. “Bye baby, I'll miss you. And…” He pauses before finally saying the words he's wanted to say genuinely to you for so long, even if you're not awake to hear them. “I love you so much.”

Then he's gone.

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Before you even open your eyes you know he's gone. The air feels chillier and there's only one comforting weight beside you, not two. Despite already knowing you reach out for him groggily, hoping that maybe just maybe he hasn't actually left yet.

Your hand comes back empty. Satoru is already on his flight. You open your eyes to confirm and his spot in the bed is empty and cold.

A hand snakes its way around your waist, it pulls you effortlessly towards a firm chest. “He already left.” Suguru murmurs softly into your hair, his voice still groggy and rough from sleep.

“I know.” You respond sleepily, reciprocating by resting your head on his chest and hooking a leg over him. “Doesn't make it suck any less.”

“No, it doesn't.” He admits with a sigh. Laying a hand on the curve of your thigh that was hooked over him. “How much longer do you want to mope in bed?”

“I'm not moping.” You deny with a small huff, your hand coming up to play with his gauges.

“Then what are you?” He smiles, his snake bites glinting as you play with his ear piercings.

“Hot, amazing, and sexy.” You say cooley, a smirk making its way to your lips.

He lets out a soft chuckle, the vibrations of joy reverberating through his chest. “Well, I guess I can't disagree can I?”

“No, you can't.” You say smugly before answering his question. “So.. five minutes of mopping sound good to you?”

“Yeah, five minutes sounds good, Darling.” He grumbles out sleepily, his hand squeezing your thigh gently before he nuzzles into your hair.

You hum quietly before asking. “When do you think he's gonna land in New York?”

“I think the better question is when is Satoru gonna be deported for being fucking insane.” He jokes as he mindlessly twirls a few strands of your hair around his nimble fingers.

His statement brings a grin to your face. “That's a good point. He might not even be away a full week.”

He runs his hand up your bare thigh. “I think our five minutes are up.” Suguru reminds.

“Ughhh, Suguru, I don't wanna get up yet.” You whine, curling even tighter around him.

“Nuh uh. You'll feel better after you eat.” He says firmly as he tries to sit up.

“What the hell do you mean ‘Nuh uh.’ We have all day, can’t we stay in bed?” You appeal, looking up at him with your best pleasing eyes.

“You're so cute.” He purrs, snake bites smiling against his lips.

You can feel him smirk against your hair and that's the only warning you get before your world twists on its side. You squeal when the hand that used to be resting gently on your thigh clamps around it, leveraging it to throw you over his shoulder as he gets up from the bed.

“Suguru-!!” You yelp out, hands scrambling to grip on the back of his shirt for balance.

“Yes, Darling?” He coos smugly, a hand gripping the back of your thigh to keep you steady over his shoulder.

“Put me down-!!” You try to command, but instead he squeezes your thigh, dangerously close to your ass and warmth pools deep in your gut.

“Nope. We're going to the kitchen and I'm making us breakfast.” Suguru decides, resting his head against your curves that were thrown over his shoulder.

“But I can walk!” You counter shrilly, blood rushing to your head.

“I have special instructions to not let you actually.”

“From who?!” You groan exasperatedly, trying to wriggle from his firm grasp.

He rolls his eyes at your unwillingness to cooperate. “From me, now stop arguing. What do you want for breakfast?”

You pout slightly, going limp in his arms. “Pancakes?”

He smiles when you finally concede. “Of course, Baby. Any toppings? Wait, that's a stupid question, blueberries and
caramel, right?”

“How do you know that?” You raise an eyebrow even though he can't see your face from where you're thrown over his shoulder.

“In sophomore year we were paired for that mission in Hokkaido and that's how you ordered them when we got room service. You said that it was your favorite way to have pancakes and it's not worth it to have them any other way.” He explains, a smile making its way to his face as the memories of simpler times make its way through his mind.

“That was six years ago?” You laugh in disbelief at his memory, especially of something as insignificant as how you like your pancakes.

“So? I remember everything important about you.” He gently sets you down on the counter of the kitchen island.

He looks around the kitchen sheepishly once he realizes he has no idea how to make pancakes. “Okay, guide me a little, pancakes, what do we need for them?”

“You want me to help? What happened to you being the one to make breakfast this time.” You tease, hopping off the counter to get some ingredients.

“Yes, please. I can cook basic stuff but you're the chef.” He concedes, passing the cooking baton to you.

“Fine.” You sigh, trying to hide the smile on your lips. “Do you know where Satoru keeps his baking stuff?”

Suguru responds as he starts to rummage through cabinets. “I'm not even sure he knows himself.”

You start to rummage through the cabinets alongside him. “Can you at least get the eggs, milk, and butter out? It should be easy to find since they're in the fridge.”

“Mhmm, I got it.” He makes a beeline for the fridge, opening the door and going through the drawers.

“Yes!! Found it!” You squeal, still on your hands and knees from your search for the baking stuff. You pull out miscellaneous baking powders and cups from the bottom shelf.

You set out all the dry ingredients for the pancakes, flour, sugar, salt, and baking powder. Suguru sets the wet ingredients you had asked for on the counter as well.

When he's done he comes up, hugging you from behind, his strong chin hooked over your shoulder. “You've got everything?”

“Yeah. Do you have any missions today?” You ask as you grab a mixing bowl out of the cabinet, Suguru's hand still lingering on your waist.

“As far as I know this week is gonna be a slow one. Only low level curses out and about at the moment. So other sorcerers closer to that power level will be dispatched. I'll be here pretty much all week.” He says, brushing your hair out of your face and pulling it back gently into a bun so your hair doesn't get into your face as you cook.

You smile at his thoughtful action. “Sounds like you get a little vacation. How do you want to spend it?”

“With you.” He states sincerely, nuzzling his nose into the curve of your neck.

“With me? Don't you think you'll get bored?” You laugh, slightly ticklish at the contact to your neck.

“Bored? Of you? Never. Plus it will be nice to catch up. You can fill me in on all the terrible stuff you clan has done to you over the years, then you can hold me back when I try to inevitably burn the estate down.”

You laugh at his joke and he squeezes you a little tighter. “See? Fun, very fun. We're fun.” Suguru says into your neck, arms still wrapped around you.

“Maybe I can finally teach you how to braid hair.” You tease, cracking a few eggs into the mixing bowl on top of the mixed powder.

“Oh? so we're going full on pre-teen sleepover are we?” He banters back, large hands creeping their way under your oversized tee. Causing it to hike up slightly, exposing your panties.

His hands roam over the bare skin under your shirt before you answer. “Absolutely. Face masks, cringey movies, and junk food that will make our livers go out prematurely. We're going the full nine yards.”

“I guess learning to braid could be useful in case we have a girl.” His statement would've glazed past you if not for his hand that moved subconsciously from your hip to your lower abdomen- your womb.

“Yeah, it would be a good thing to learn- wait we?” His words hit you. “You mean Satoru and I… right?”

“Sure.” He hums noncommittally, nose still buried in your neck.

“Because that really clears things up.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn't it?” He asks teasingly, you can tell he's smirking from how the cool metal of his snake bites shift against your skin.

You huff. “Not really.”

“What did you think I meant?” He asks nonchalantly. You can feel his smirk against your shoulder and your mind flashes back to the jacobs ladder. Suguru, the fucking bastard, still hasn't moved his hand from your womb.

“Forget it.” You say when your mind flashes to how those piercings would feel against your lips, both the snakebites and the jacobs ladder.

He chuckles smugly. “If that's what you want, Honey.”

“The batter is done.” You grit out. “You can make the pancakes on the griddle now.”

“All right.” He finally let's go of you, taking a step back before grabbing the bowl with the batter in it from you. “You gonna wash the blueberries? I think Satoru got some from the farmers market like two days ago for you.”

“He went shopping for something that wasn't sweets and ludicrously expensive luxury clothes?” You scoff incredulously, getting the strainer for the blueberries out.

“He went shopping for you, for something you like, it's not really a surprise.” He articulates as he dumps a bit of batter on the griddle.

“Yeah… I guess it's not.” You concede, rinsing the blueberries. “Are the pancakes done yet?”

“Almost, I've just got to warm the caramel for them and get the whipped cream out of the fridge.” Suguru says.

“Whipped cream? Who said anything about whipped cream?” You ask, poking his side.

“Me, because we deserve it.” He resolves firmly, grabbing your wrist then intertwining your hands as he flips the pancakes.

“What do you want to drink?” You ask, giving his hand a little squeeze. You enjoy the feel of his hand in yours a little too much.

“Uhhhh milk?” He says eyebrows furrowing as he tries to scrape a pancake off the pan after leaving it for a little too long.

“Ight.” You say simply and he chuckles. You pour two glasses of milk as he plates the food.

He's stacked the pancakes, blueberries on top, the entire plate drizzled with warm caramel. You take a picture of the pancakes to send to Satoru, already relishing in his jealous reaction, one where he most likely blows up your phones asking for you both to save him a few bites.

You both groan in pure delight as you take the first bite together. No conversation is made for the first few minutes as you enjoy the food together in comfortable silence.

“So what are we doing after this?” Suguru asks you after a few bites in.

“Wanna spar? We haven't in a while. I'd like to see where I stand next to a special grade sorcerer.” You throw out the idea with a smile as you impale a defenseless blueberry on your fork.

“I don't see why not. Just let me know if I come on too strong, okay? I wouldn't wanna actually hurt you.” He agrees, already breezing through most of his pancakes.

“I think I'll be okay. I’ve gotten a lot stronger since graduation.” You reassure, licking some caramel off your lips. Suddenly seems more interested in your face than your words.

But then Suguru raises an eyebrow and sips his milk disbelievingly. “If you say so.”

“Don't be such a dick.” You fling a blueberry at him, it bounces off his forehead and rolls to the floor.

“I'm not. Last time I saw you in action you were a semi-grade one.” He says, acting like that's a weak rank despite that being above average, especially for sorcerers who hadn't graduated jujutsu tech yet at the time.

“That was four years ago for one, plus I'm a special grade one now.” It still stings to say the intermediate rank before special grade but you say it anyways.

“Yeah, but not a full fledged special grade, the power jump is insane to actually be classified as one like Satoru and I have.” Suguru talks through a half chewed bite.

“Yes I know. There's only three actual special grade sorcerers ones the world. But my grade is nothing to scoff at. I've reached as high as a normal sorcerer could possibly go.” You look away, poking at your pancakes. The same old insecurities of never being on the same level as them flaring up painful in your stomach.

“You're right.” He sighs. “I didn't mean to minimize your achievements. You're strong. Satoru and I are just… different.”

Different. That word echoes through your head. With each reverberation the phantom pain gets stronger. “We're still sparring. Meet me in the gym.” You grit out, sliding your empty plate away from you and getting up.

“Where are you going?” He asks gently, already sensing that his words struck a nerve unintentionally.

“To get changed.” You snap back.

“Okay.” He says, knowing you need space. “I'll meet you in the gym after I clean up the mess we made.”

When he arrives in the gym all he's done to prepare for the fight is throw on a pair of sweats and put his hair in a bun, one that's so sloppily done thats it's basically falling out.

That compared to the effort you've put in pisses you off.

You had taken the time to french braid your hair and gather it into two buns at the base of your neck so it wouldn't be pulled. You have martial art wraps on, the tight leggings and long sleeve you have on sleek and mobile.

He lazily walks across the mat towards you. “So what do you wanna do? Plain sparring or with cursed energy?”

“Cursed energy.” You say simply, already stretching out your muscles.

“You sure?” He asks, shaking out his joints and cracking his neck before settling back into his laid back posture.

“Yes I'm sure.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Alright.” He conjures up a curse and sends it towards you. You can tell just by it's cursed energy that it's barely a grade two

Your eye twitches slightly. What a dick move. The curse is an ugly thing puke green with many misshapen appendages like if you gave a toddler the task of drawing a zombie octopus.

You smack the curse away, already activating your technique, the cursed energy leeches away from it leaving it a shriveled mess before it crumbles away. The new energy curls uncomfortably in your gut before meshing with your own cursed energy.

Suguru blinks at you and lets out a small ‘huh.’ He brings out a first grade next and it's as if he's trying to level you up, baby steps to see what you can handle. Instead it pisses you off.

“Stop bullshiting me and actually fight me.” You antagonize, trying to get him to take this seriously.

“I am.” He sends the grade one curse at you, still standing collected as ever.

“I wish you at least respected me enough to take me seriously.” The statement slips out unbidden because of your frustration.

Cursed energy builds at your finger tips before shooting off towards the curse like a laser beam. Upon impact the entire thing explodes, painting the entire room in gore.

He flinches away, the aftermath onky blocked from his body because he had conjured a curse to take the brunt off the force. The underside of his stingray curse is singed black. “Since when can you do that?!?” He yells, surprise etched deep into his handsome features.

“Since three years ago!!! Now give me an actual fight.” You demand, the next attack already building at your fingers.

“Three years-?!” He sputters out and you send another laser beam directly at him. This time he flings himself out of the way because he knows the stingray won't be able to sustain another hit. When he stands up out of his barrel roll he watches as a chunk of his singed hair flutters to the floor. His hair is now spilling out of the fallen bun, the hair tie holding on by a thread.

“Oops.” You say, tone slightly manic, before sending yet another beam at him.

On reflex he sends a curse towards you, a special grade, he almost yanks it back towards himself but you get there first. You smack a hand against its gnarled features, dodging razor sharp claws to do so. The moment you do it's not under his control, too busy having it's cursed energy leeched away by you.

It falls to its knees uselessly as it shrivels up, energy drained. You smirk “Thanks for the power up, Snookums!!”

“Fuck-!!” He swears when he sees you raise your hand again. More cursed energy than he's ever seen you harness before building at your finger tips the beam shoots off towards him with a whistle he braces for impact, the laser too thick to dodge but then- nothing.

He opens his eyes, your leg coming at his face almost two fast to dodge, he ducks under your kick. “That was a good distraction right!?!!”

He swings a fist towards your stomach but has to abort because he can sense you release another beam of cursed energy aimed right at his shoulder. He twists out of the way opening up his midsection, which you knee. “Oh my god-?!” He wheezes.

He hooks a hand behind your knee, and kicks your foot out from under you, sending you down to the mats. You take him down with you, bracing a foot against his hip and flinging him head first. Suguru lands hard with an ‘oof.’ You’re already on him, trying to aim a kick at his side, but then Suguru rolls out of the way.

Suguru tackles you and your head hits the ground with a smack, you bite back a groan and elbow him in the ribs. The fight devolves into a tangled mess of limbs and teeth, each of you punching, kicking, and pulling at whatever you can reach.

He grabs you by the waist and yanks you forward. He throws his body on top of you and you both struggle for a moment. One of your thighs is hooked around his hip. His right hand is around your throat and the left is holding one of your hands above your head. Your free hand has its fingertips pressed against the soft underside of his chin, cursed energy already building there.

Your chests heave as you stare at each other, his purple eyes boring into yours. You're both smiling like maniacs. There's a thin sheen of sweat dripping down his skin, a droplet runs down the column of his throat and you can't help but stare as it disappears into the collar of his shirt. He leans in a little closer and you suddenly become very aware of your spread thighs, of his position between them, the noticeable bulge against you.

“I could kill you. All it would take is one more burst of cursed energy.” You whisper, trying to ignore the feeling of his crotch against your core.

He rolls his hips against you accidentally as he shifts to get better balance, you both bite back a groan. Your head would've tilted back if not for his grip around your throat. “And I could kill you with one snap of that pretty neck.” He punctuates his threat with a squeeze, cutting of some of your airflow.

The cursed energy at your fingertips builds even further, a shrill ring emanating from it. “I guess what matters is who is faster.” You bluff as the light at your fingertips begins to get unbearable.

You stare at each other for a second, a flush spreads across his cheeks and his long dark hair creates a curtain around his features. He's sweaty and a mess. You're not too sure you look much better.

“Ugh fine!! I yield.” He concedes once the heat of the cursed energy at your fingertips almost starts to sear.

You grin as he lets go of you, reveling in your victory. He sits back on his haunches so you can slide out from under him. “Well? Did I get stronger?” You tease, straightening out your clothes.

“That's an understatement.” Suguru says breathlessly, wiping his sweat soaked hair out of his face.

“Were you going easy on me?” You ask, still a bit confused on how you had won with the supposed ‘insane power difference.’

“No.” He admits, staring through you at the wall as if deep in thought. “You caught me off guard though. I didn't think you had improved that much since we had last sparred. You kicked my ass.”

“I still can't believe I haven't been promoted to special grade.” You joke as you use a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow.

“Haha… me neither. It’s so weird.” Suguru’s voice is weirdly tight, his tone slightly… guilty? “You're definitely up there in power level.” He adds on as you help hoist him up from the mats.

“I'm gonna go shower.” You announce, grabbing your water bottle.

He stands up, still a bit dazed. “I'll go with you.” Suguru says without thinking.

“Does that mean I get to see the jacobs ladder?” You smirk at his unintentional misstep. You pull him in by his hips and his arms flair outwards.

“Oh- you said you're showering!! I'll uh.. I'll use the other bathrooms, there's like nine! See you after-!!” He rambles, looking down at your hands on his hips. He backs away, already fleeing towards the door.

“See y'a. I am a bit disappointed though. I was kinda curious to see your piercings in a more in depth way.” You tease, trying to muffle your giggles at the flustered look on his face.

He flips you off as he walks away. Hair ragged and messy, his shirt frayed and torn in places. His sweats hanging off his body in an awkward way from rolling around on the mats with you.

You don't look much better when you get to the master bathroom. Your hair is a mess and you already feel bruises blooming all over, your muscles tender and starting to ache. But you feel alive. The feel of his body against yours having set your nerves on fire. You haven't had a fight that good in ages.

You shower quickly to get the sweat off and to soothe the ache you know will come later once the adrenaline wears off. You dry off and throw on sweats and a comfy tank. Your wet hair leaves damp streaks on the back and shoulders of the tank top.

When Suguru meets you in the living room he blinks in surprise. “What's all of this?” He says, pointing out all of the beauty products you've brought to the coffee table.

You smirk and declare, an arm sweeping out with fanfare. “We're pampering ourselves tonight.”

“You're the boss. What's step one?” He asks, plopping onto the couch next to you, your thighs pressed together as he leans in.

“We're doing face masks, our nails, and shitty 2000’s Disney movies.” You explain, feeling more and more giddy by the second.

“At least it's not makeup.” He concedes, shaking his head.

“Oh, that's tomorrow's plan. Don't worry.” You coo, brushing some of his black hair from his face.

“I'm worrying.” Suguru interjects with a playful shiver.

“Aww! don't be like that, I'll make you hotter than you already are.” You promise, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I'm just a doll to you aren't I?” He muses, resting his head against yours.

“Hey, you're lucky that you're my doll and not Satoru's. I want to play dress up. He'd defile you cough sex doll cough.” You jab, hooking a finger under his ribs, tickling slightly.

“Damn, clocking him when he's not even here to defend himself?” He says, fake-aghast, a hand flying up to cover his mouth.

“What!? He's always so horny. If it was socially acceptable to just be jerking it all the time he would.” You banter, leaning into Suguru further.

“You're not wrong.” He agrees, pretending to jerk off exaggeratedly, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gasps. The sound comes off extremely 'Satoru-like’ as if he was reciting a sound he heard often.

“Of course I'm not.” You say proudly. “Now c’mere.” You kneel next to him awkwardly as you try to hover so you can apply the facemask.

He rolls his eyes. “It's okay, you can just sit here. It's obviously harder for you to put the mask on when you're all the way over there.” He grabs you by the thighs and lifts you effortlessly till you're straddling his lap. “There isn't that easier?”

You try not to shift too much on his lap, very aware of what's below you. “Yeah, it's easier.” You cup his face with one hand and with the other you spread the mask over his cheekbones, then his forehead. He closes his eyes at the soothing feeling, giving you a nice view of his long lashes.

“All done. Do me?” You ask, releasing your gentle grip on his face.

He smirks slightly, your accidental innuendo making him look you up and down. “You only have to ask.”

“You know that's not what I meant.” You chuckle, hands landing on his shoulders and squeezing.

“Yeah, I know.” He takes the spatula, your fingers brushing together, and gently grips your hair to position your head properly. He leans in close, attentively spreading the face mask over your cheeks.

“All done?” You ask when he sets down the spatula, he moves the hand to your waist, thumb moving in small soothing circles.

“Mhmm” He affirms. “What was it you said was next? Nails?” He asks, holding up your hand, specifically studying your ring finger.

“Yeah.” You confirm, staring at the slope of his nose.

He presses a small kiss against your knuckles. “I honestly think Satoru is stupid for not getting an actual ring for you yet.”

“Why would he? It's all fake anyways. It's not like he actually wanted to get engaged to me.” You remind, looking at your ring finger along with him.

“Ughhh.” He groans, throwing his head back against the couch giving you a nice view of the column of his neck, his hands giving your waist a squeeze. “How? How? That's all I want to know.”

You lean in your tone turning inquisitive. “What?”

“Nothing. What color are you thinking of for your nails?” He asks, still examining your nails.

You smile at him but your mind comes up blank. “You choose?”

He grabs your small bin of nail polish, rummaging through until he holds up a bottle of purple polish. “This one.” He exclaims triumphantly.

“Purple? Like your eyes? You ain't slick.” You tease, leaning in so you're almost nose to nose.

“So? I think it will look pretty on you.” He flirts, booping your nose with the bottle of polish.

“Fine, we can do the purple.” You pretend to be annoyed, but you can't hide the smile that spreads against your cheeks.

“Thanks, Baby.” He picks you up again, manhandling you until your back is pressed against his chest. You're sat between his spread thighs and he grabs your left hand cradling it as he starts to paint your nails.

“This is nice.” He murmurs into your neck as he paints your thumb.

“It is.” You say simply as you lean back into him, perfectly content in his arms.

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The plastic of the sparring mat sticks to your back, the sweat adhering it to your skin. Large palms keep your thighs splayed open as a strong torso settles in between them.

Soft lips bracketed by black snake bites press against yours gently at first. But then his hand cards through your hair, lightly pulling on the strands. You gasp silently, his tongue taking advantage of the new open space.

Your hands fly up to cradle his face when he nips at your lip. You whine pathetically when he pulls away. “Shhh, it's okay, I'm just checking on you.” He comforts, his face nuzzling into your throat as his hand trails down your chest, down your abdomen, before finally cupping your dripping cunt through your underwear.

“Is all of this for me, Baby?” He smirks at you as he leans back on his haunches. “Are you gonna be a good girl and be honest with me? Are you wet because of the kissing or are you wet because of our fighting?”

He pulls you into another kiss, hands kneading into your thighs, you keen into the kiss unable to stop the sound from escaping you. “I think it's the latter. I think you're soaking through your panties because our spar got you excited, because you liked the feeling of my body against yours as we threw each other around. Isn't that right, Darling?”

You nod helplessly unable to deny it. He seems to shine at your admittance, even if it was non-verbal. “Good girl, you told the truth and I think you deserve a reward. What do you think?”

You nod, thighs trembling against his waist. He shakes his head disapprovingly. “I'm sorry, Baby, but that's just not going to cut it this time. I'm gonna need to hear it. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.”

“Please.” You beg, gazing up into his purple eyes. “Please touch me.”

“Touch you where?” He teases, hands coming up to palm your tits. “Here?”

You writhe underneath him, the pressure on the sensitive tissue amazing but not enough.

“No? Where do you want me then?” He smirks, his hands continuing to rove over your chest. “Honey, use your words. How am I supposed to know what you want if you won't tell me?”

Your cheeks are flushed a wild red, the tinge matching the cheeks of the man above you. You swallow your pride, your hand grabbing one of his wrists. You bring it down until his fingers are grazing the soaked fabric of your panties.

“Here?” He asks, pressing his thumb against your clit, the barely there pressure making your head spin. “You still need to use your words.” He reminds.

“Yes- please touch me right there.” Your hips buck up begging for more friction. “Please, please, please, please-” You beg frantically.

“You're so cute,” he coos. “But you didn't need to beg, doesn't mean I didn't appreciate it though, Darling. Do me a favor and lift your hips.”

It's almost embarrassing how quickly you follow his command, your hips shooting up from the mat. He presses a kiss to your right hip bone as he hooks a finger through the band of your panties and pulls them down your thighs, trailing kisses down the sensitive inner flesh as he goes on.

The moment he gets the underwear completely off he spreads your thighs as far apart as they go. You'd feel embarrassed at how intently he's staring if not for the starved look in his eyes.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby.” He murmurs as he gathers your eagerness on his fingers and drags it up your slit to your clit where he swirls his fingers in small, soft, circles.

Soft little moans escape your throat the moment his fingers find his way to where you're most sensitive. The way he ups the pace leaves you floating. “Please, please, please-” You beg, not even fully sure what you need so desperately.

The slick coating your thighs makes your them feel slippery and sticky at the same time. He removes his fingers from your clit and separates them, he watches as little strings of arousal connect his fingers as they slowly move apart.

“Want me to finger you, Darling?” He asks, sticking his fingers in his mouth and licking your essence off them.

“Yes- please. I want it so bad.” You whine out desperately, the sight of his plump lips and snake bite piercings wrapped around his own fingers almost too much for you.

“Good girl, you're already learning. You want something, all you have to do is ask.” He praises, purple eyes completely focused on your expressions.

A few seconds later he's already reslicking his fingers before slowly inserting them into your fluttering cunt. “You really were telling me the truth, you want me so bad. Just look at how your pussy is sucking my fingers in.” He teases, giving you a few testing strokes of his fingers.

You gasp, the feeling of his fingers so much different than your own.

“You're doing so amazing, Honey.” He coos, kissing you lovingly before curling his fingers and pumping his wrist relentlessly. Over and over he hits the spot that makes you see stars.

You can already feel that warmth spreading through your lower abdomen. The rubber band is getting stretched too far, almost about to snap. Your thighs shake and your toes curl when he presses his thumb to your clit once again.

You throw your head back as your muscles in your lower abdomen contract, a clear sign of your upcoming orgasm. You pant slightly as he takes the signal to speed up instead of slowing down.

Your hand squeezes his bicep, your nails marking the tanned skin. “Please, please, please!! Wait- I'm gonna!!” You plead desperately.

Your chest heaves up and down. Sweat runs down your forehead. The aftershocks of your release sending tremors throughout your entire body. He trails kisses from your belly button, through the valley of your breasts, up the swan-like column of your throat, finally ending on your lips. His snake bites drag sensually with every sloppy kiss he makes.

The kiss on your lips is sensual and slow as he cups the back of your head. Your tongues tangle gently as you slowly lick into each other's mouths.

You've barely regained brain function when he stares into your eyes and says. “I love you.”

******

You jolt awake, your eyes snapping open and breath heavy. What the fuck was that?

Suguru squeezes you tighter against his chest. “Are you okay baby? What's wrong?” He mumbles into your hair. His hands already rubbing comforting circles into skin, the contact sends your already sensitive brain into overdrive.

His groggy voice send heat pooling in your gut all over again. You're suddenly way too aware of the slickness in between your thighs, and the way your skin feels like it's radiating heat. “I'm fine. I just had a weird dream.” You brush off quickly.

“Hmm? What was it about, Darling?” The nickname sends you right back to the dream. To sloppy makeouts and his fingers pumping in and out between your thighs.

He feels your slight shiver despite the sheen of sweat coating your skin. “Are you feeling sick at all?” He asks worriedly, he sits up in bed, leaning over you to take your temperature.

Your cheeks flush, him leaning over you extremely reminiscent to how he had been on top of you in the dream.

The blush on your cheeks and your baited breaths paired with the way your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips suddenly make things seem clear to him. “What kind of dream did you have exactly?” He asks curiously, brow raising at you inquisitively.

“Don't even ask.” You grouch, hands moving to cover up your face as if it will save you.

“Who was in it?” He interrogates, poking your side repeatedly.

You choke on your own saliva. “It was uh- one of those weird wet dreams where it's a faceless entity. The vibe of the dream is just inherently sexually charged. It happens sometimes.” You ramble out, already knowing he’ll see through your sorry excuse of a lie.

He squints at you as if dissecting you before speaking. “I've never had one of those.”

“A sex dream?” You ask for clarification, surprised by the idea that he hasn't experienced a dream of that nature.

“No, just one where it's not caused or set off by a person I'm trying to bury my feelings for. Every sex dream I've ever had has had a specific person a part of it.” He explains, running a hand through his long hair.

Your cheeks sear even further at how he hit the nail on the head. “Everyone’s different I guess.”

“I guess so.” He blinks as if remembering something. “Do you need a minute to uh- take care of it?”

Your brain stutters to a halt and it takes you far too long to get your voice box to work. “Take care of- no I'll just change.” You stutter out, cheeks flaring.

“Suit yourself, but those dreams are usually a sign that you're pretty pent up.” He shrugs as if this is a totally normal topic to be discussing at eight in the morning.

“That's not helping.” You groan, shoving your face into a pillow and screaming.

“So you're sure you don't wanna-” Suguru tries again, resting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“I'm sure! I don't even have any of my old supplies. Apparently I hid them too well for the movers to find and pack.” You flounder, your sentence getting too loud in some places at your embarrassment.

“Just use your hands.” He suggests, laying back down, slightly propped up by pillows.

“It takes forever.” The complaint slips out, it's accompanied by a throw of your head and a groan.

“Not if you do it right. And who cares if it takes forever. It's a necessary evil especially if you've been an entire month without release.” He points out sagely as if giving advice on how often you should change the air filter on your AC instead of masturbation.

“And you know how to do it right? In case you've forgotten I don't have a dick, things are different for me than what you do for yourself.” You argue, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I know.” He follows the statement with a roll of his eyes. “Just remember, if you want something all you have to do is ask.”

Déjà vu hits you like a truck and your jaw drops.
“What?!”

“Is something wrong?” He asks quizzically, eyebrows pinched together and obviously confused.

You still gape at him when you speak, eyebrows shooting up into your hairline in disbelief. “But you said the thing-!!”

“What thing?!” He yells, matching your volume.

“From my dream!!” You scream as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

He raises a brow at your statement.“I thought you said there was no one specific in it? Are you gonna be honest with me?”

“Fuckkkkk.” You groan, smacking a palm against your face at your Freudian slip, letting it drag down your features. “FINE!! You were in the dream!!” You finally admit.

“Good girl.” He praises with a smirk and your stomach flips. “And then what?”

“And then what?” You parrot, mocking him with a high pitched tone, wanting the interrogation to stop.

He rolls his eyes at your bratty attitude. “How did the dream start off? Where were we? It's the easiest way to find out where these thoughts uh…sprouted from.”

You sigh, burying your face in your pillow yet again. “The dream started out when we had each other pinned on the mats during the spar four days ago.”

“You liked that, huh?” He teases, a shit eating grin spreading across his face at his ego puffs up.

“I will rip your dick off.” You threaten, voice tight as you try and stow away your embarrassment.

“Hey.” He chuckles, snake bites glinting playfully. “At least then you'll have something to use as a sex toy.”

Your cheeks flush yet again as your brain flashes to places you wish you could say you don't like to think about. “Fuck you.” Is all you can muster out.

“Is that an offer?” Grinning like a fox, Suguru leans in too close and boops you on the nose.

“Oh my god!! I have one sex dream! Dreams are stupid!! They are in no way an accurate depiction of what I want or need!!” You vent dramatically, your hands flailing around to animate your point.

“Are you sure about that?” You glare at him and he rolls his eyes. “Fine, what happened next in the dream?”

“We just made out a little.” You lie, looking away, praying that he won't dig deeper.

“And?”

“And?” You mock him childishly, not knowing what else to do.

“Yes, ‘and’ you said it was a sex dream you wouldn't call it that if all we did was make out.” He dissects your past statements analytically.

“I hate it when you use your brain. Stuff is so much easier with Satoru.” You whine, tearing at a loose thread in the sheets.

“Well he's not here right now and I want details on your dream. So spill.” He snarks, bobbing his head sassily.

“Why are you so dead set on embarrassing me?” You fume, trying to stay far away from eye contact with the deep purple eyes your dream was so obsessed with.

“I'm not trying to,” Suguru says honestly, eyes searching your face. “And sex shouldn't be embarrassing for you, well unless you're into that type of thing.”

“I'm not.” You clarify, cheeks hot, but at least you know what you're into and what you're not.

He nods at your words, filling that information away for later. “I'll keep that in mind. Now what did we do?”

You sigh, throwing your head back before giving in. “You played with my tits and finger fucked me.”

“Did I do a good job?” He can't hide the grin that breaks out on his face as his brain runs wild.

“Yes, dream you did a good job.” You admit, mind already wandering back to the dream, the phantom feel of his hands on you not helping the warmth between your legs.

“Well, at least the dream was accurate.” He says nonchalantly before he smirks smugly and asks. “Are you still wet?”

Your head snaps towards him, eyes wide. “That's none of your business.”

“So a ‘yes’ then?” He says cockily, not even trying to hide the way his eyes flit to your crotch which is thankfully hidden by the oversized tee you stole from Satoru because you missed his scent.

You try to smother him with a pillow and he grabs you by your hips and sets you down so you're straddling his waist.

You keep the pillow on his face for two seconds, then five, and he goes limp. You promptly start freaking out and tear the pillow off his face. “Suguru?! Are you okay?!” You shake him by the shoulders, the sight of his glazed out eyes scaring you.

“I'm fine.” He breathes out tensely. His hands moving up to frame your hips. His eyes are glued to where your panties meet his abs. “But I was right, I was so right.” He whispers, throwing his head back against the pillows barely propping him up.

“About what-?” You're interrupted by his hands guiding your hips into a roll, your clit grinds against his abs and you gasp.

“I was right about you being wet. Wet for me. Why would you even try to hide this? You have no idea what you do to me.” He rants, a wild look in his eyes.

“Fuck- Suguru!” You whine as he continues to help you grind down on him, your hands gripping onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Look baby, you're so soaked that it's getting all over me.” Your eyes flick down to where his abs meet your clothed pussy, his skin is glistening with your arousal.

“O-oh my god.” Is all you can stutter out when he sits up in bed, and you slide down his body till you're on his lap. Your ass pressed against his erection that's straining the fabric of his boxers.

His hips raise, grinding against you as he pushes you down via hands on your waist. “You feel so good,” he whispers into your ear. “Such a good girl for me, huh?”

Before you can answer in a super embarrassing way he pulls you in for a kiss. His snake bites pull and tug on your lips with each movement.

You can't get enough of it, barely even wanting to part for gasps of air. You're addicted. Nothing sweet you've ever tasted seems to compare to the intoxicating taste of your best friend's lips.

He lets go of your waist to slide his hands up your shirt as you make out. You keep up the grinding motion of your hips of your own volition.

You cry out into the kiss when he takes one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger then rolls it.

“This is so unfair.” Suguru whines into the kiss. “How could you keep me away from tits this perfect for so long?”

“I'm sorry-!!” You cry out as a roll of his hips glides against you stupidly well.

“You should be.” He teases, the pleased smirk on his flushed cheeks giving away that he's not angry in the slightest.

The pressure of his hands kneading your tits coupled with friction of bulge against you sends arcs of pleasure through your body.

You can't believe Satoru gets to have this whenever he wants. You freeze, any hint of pleasure fleeing out of your body. Satoru.
You're grinding and making out with the boyfriend of the only person who has always been there for you.

After you tense up Suguru pauses, pulling away slightly. He cups your face so you make eye contact with him. “What's wrong honey? Are you okay?”

“No- no!” You scramble back, throwing yourself out of his grasp.

“Hey- it's okay.” He tries to comfort, face pinched in worry as he tries to grab your wrist.

“No! It's not okay! We just- You have a boyfriend Suguru!” You tear your wrist from his grip, hyperventilating, breaths going in and out too fast.

“I know that-” He starts out, his palms raised placatingly.

“Do you?! Do you know? We just betrayed one of the most important people to us! Satoru never deserved this.” Hot shameful tears stain your face as you yell.

He sits there taking in your words.

“I can't do this- I need to go shower. This can never happen ever again.” You cry out, hands darting up to wipe at your cheeks.

You race into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. You tear off your sleep shirt and underwear. The slick soaked fabric of black lace makes you feel sick.

How could you do this to Satoru, your best friend? He’s been with you through everything. Every horrible childhood punishment, every grueling homework sheet, all your terrible first recipes.

You step into the too hot spray, the heat making you feel like your skin is boiling off, but you don't care. After what you just did you deserve the discomfort.

Sobs wrack through your body and you scrub your skin frantically. But you know that no matter how hard you do that the guilt won't wash away down the drain the way you wish it would.

You can already imagine the look on Satoru’s face when he finds out. Yes, when, because you've never been able to keep a thing from him. He knows you too well.

The image plays and stutters like a movie on old film. The surprised, blown wide eyes, framed by thick white lashes. The way his breath will punch out of his chest as face morphs from surprise to hurt. You already know he won't yell at you, instead he’ll shut down. He’ll distance himself as far as possible while living underneath the same roof.

You stay in the shower for far too long, not ready to get out and face what you've done. You don't get out until the steam and the tears make you feel light headed.

The mirror is fogged up when you get out and you're thankful for it because you have no desire to see your reflection. You know who you'll see, a woman who betrayed her best friend for cheap pleasure, for a fling that can never happen again.

You don't have to look to know that your skin is flushed and rubbed raw. The sting of the air tells you enough.

You grab your towel off the hook on the back of the door, your hand brushing over your initials embroidered on the fluffy fabric.

Satoru had gotten one embroidered for you a few days after you moved in so that all three of you could match. Tears run over your cheeks all over again as guilt gnaws at your gut like a rat on molded bread.

You brush your hair a little too hard, each run of the bristles getting stuck on tangles that you yank through instead of manually detangling like you usually do.

Running through the motions is all you can handle at the moment. Brush hair, put on lotion, brush teeth, try not to think as you throw your sin soaked clothes in the hamper, get dressed in an outfit that doesn't make you feel sick.

You linger in the walk-in closet for as long as you can justify before going back into the bedroom. “Suguru? We should talk.”

Your gaze darts around the room at the lack of answer. The bed is still rumpled and unmade from when you both had- You shake the thoughts out of your head. “Suguru?” He’s not in the master bedroom anymore.

You walk, opening the doors to every room as you pass by. Bedroom after bedroom and bathroom after bathroom, every single room is empty.

“Suguru?” You call out as you make your way down the spiral staircase.

Suguru is absent from both the living room and the kitchen when you walk through.“Where are you?”

It's only when you see that his Doc Martens are missing from the shoe rack and his keys are absent from the little dish by the elevator that you realize.

He's gone.

Chapter Text

When Satoru gets home he expects a run and jump hug or at least a ‘Welcome back!!! We missed you!!’. (Okay maybe the hug thing was a bit much but let a man dream, so what if he watched too many romance movies in his teen years?)

Instead he’s met with silence when he sings through the open elevator doors. “Daddy's Hooooooome!! Home for meee!! And I know you've been waiting for this lovin’ all dayyyy!!!”

He rolls in his suitcase, leaving it by the shoe rack. “Guys?!” He groans. “Come on!! I was gone for a week. The least my wife and boyfriend could do is come give me a hug!! Or a kiss!! A kiss would be preferable!!”

The penthouse is still. There's no footsteps on the second floor, and there's not even a dish in the sink.

“What the hell? Did they go out without me? I texted them about my flight.” Satoru mutters, already grabbing his phone from his back pocket with a pout.

He clicks on the first of his favorite’d contacts ‘Wifeyyyyy <3’, putting his phone to his ear when it starts ringing.
It rings and rings until there's a click on the other line. For a second he thinks you've picked up until an automatic voice starts to speak “The number you've called is unavailable, please try again later. Goodbye.”

He rolls his eyes. “I swear this girl never has her ringer on.” Satoru takes a seat at one of the stools at the island before clicking on the next contact, ‘Suguboo <3’.

The call picks up on the third ring and Satoru starts off before Suguru can even take a breath. “ Hi baby, where are you guys? Don't tell me you went on a date without me, I'm so jelly.”

Suguru sighs into his phone's receiver. “I'm crashing with Nanami for a little, and no, we're not on a date.”

Satoru's eyebrows pinch together in confusion.“Where's wifey then? Why are you staying with Nanamin?”

“She's not at the penthouse?” Suguru puzzles, his snakebites glinting in the light as he frowns.

“No..?” Satoru trails out, taking in how there's not even a single glass out of place and how the expensive fluffy rug still looks freshly vacuumed. “Why isn't she with you?”

A hint of panic is leaking into Suguru’s voice now. “What do you mean no?”

Satoru sits up at Suguru’s tone, his demeanor suddenly serious. “I mean no one's been at the penthouse in at least two days. My six eyes can tell.”

“For two days-?” Suguru cursed, shaking his head as he spoke. “Call her.”

“I already did. She didn't pick up.” Satoru says grimly already shooting up from his stool and shoving his wallet and everything else he needs into his pockets.

Suguru drags a palm down his face and his snakebites catch painfully on the skin. “I fucked up.” He admits.

“What do you mean ‘I fucked up’?” Satoru interrogates, his lips pressed into a thin line as his mind starts to flash to the worst.

“I… I'll tell you later.” Suguru deflects as he downs the last of his coffee and sets a bill on the table to pay.

“Fine, but only because I want to find her.” Satoru affirms into his phone's mic. “Where are you? I'll pick you up.”

“I'm at that coffee shop, y'know with the cats…” He mumbles, already anticipating the reaction to his guilty pleasure café.

Satoru raises a brow at his answer. “Oh no, what did you do? You only go there when you're super guilty so you can use the cats like therapy dogs. Like that one time you crushed that building with Rainbow Dragon in high school.”

Suguru rolls his eyes despite the fact that he currently has not one but two cats on his lap“I don't wanna talk about it. Please come pick me up?”

A few seconds pass and Satoru’s line is silent. Suguru’s lips press into a worried line. “Satoru?”

“Yeah?” Satoru purrs from behind him, having already teleported the moment he got the location, his shaggy head of white hair peeking over the edge of Suguru’s booth.

“Jesus-!!” Suguru startles, the jump sending the two cats fleeing from his lap with a taunting jingle of the bells on their collars.

“What? You told me to come get you?” Satoru teases, smirk already growing at how scared Suguru had gotten.

“Nevermind.” Suguru glares at his stupidly handsome smug face. “Where do you think she is?”

Satoru takes a seat in Suguru’s boot before crossing his long legs at the knees. “Well if she hasn't been home in two days she has to be crashing somewhere. And luckily for us she only has two friends other than us in Tokyo.”

“Nanami and Shoko.” Suguru supplies with a nod.

Satoru smiles, blue eyes piercing even through his circular shades. “Exactly, the rest are in Kyoto. And if you've been staying with Nanami then…?” He prompts, his statement trailing out so that Suguru can come to the conclusion himself.

“She's with Shoko.” Suguru realizes, the lightbulb going off in his head almost immediately.

“Bingo.” Satoru says simply with a satisfied snap of his fingers.

Suguru rolls his eyes at his self-satisfied and expression. “I forget you're smart sometimes.”

“How could you possibly forget? I'm always demonstrating my healthy mind.” The smile fell off of Satoru’s face as quickly as it came, now replaced by a half-hearted pout.

“Like that time it took you five minutes to figure out the door at that bakery Nanami likes was pull, not push?” Suguru shoots back, reminding him of one of the many times Satoru was a little… slow.

“That was one time! And you're exaggerating it was maybe two minutes tops.” Satoru defends, arms crossing over his chest and a cat brushed past his shin.

Suguru starts, shoving a finger playfully in his boyfriend's face.“Oh yeah? What about-”

Satoru’s face flushes, already getting an idea of what he was about to bring up. “We're getting off topic!! We need to go find our Wife!!”

“You just don't want to talk about your stupid actions.” Suguru laughs at his attempt to deflect but nonetheless he stands up, brushing cat hair from his black jeans.

“I can have multiple reasons.” Satoru huffs, puffing out his cheeks in a way that would be adorable if he wasn't twenty-two.

“Yeah, yeah.” Suguru says lovingly with a playful roll of his purple eyes. “Should we try Shoko's apartment or the school's infirmary?”

“Her apartment first? Shoko's almost always at the school but that doesn't mean our Wifey is with her. She could just be cooling down in Sho’s apartment until she's not upset over whatever you did anymore.” Satoru thinks aloud, pushing his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose.

Suguru looks away, his expression suddenly guilty. “It was a joint effort.”

“Then what happened?” Satoru questions gently, his hand coming up to rest on his boyfriend's shoulder.

“I'll fill you in later, let's just find her.” Suguru deflects once again, obviously not ready to let Satoru in on the secret of what happened while he was gone.

Satoru rolls his eyes as Suguru dodges his question yet again.“Fine c’mere.” He relents, interlocking their hands.

One moment they're sitting in the booth of the quaint little cat café and the next, time and space is folding in on itself, then expanding. They're spit out in Shoko's small living room, the room smelling strongly of her signature methanol cigarettes.

“Wifeyyyyyy, where are you?! I came home and there wasn't even a sandwich on the counter!! What’s up with that?” Satoru yells out into the once quiet room.

Shoko startles in the windowsill where she's nursing a menthol cigarette in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. “What the hell are you both doing here?” She whispers before wiping at her tear stained cheeks hastily.

“Looking for my runaway bride.” Satoru says, already searching the rooms of Shoko's apartment, obviously not having noticed the somber air to the room.

“Is this some kind of sick fucking joke?” She spits out, voice tight and cracking like a shattered glass.

Having noticed her expression Suguru tries to grab Satoru by his forearm but he dodges. Satoru continues to look completely unaware of the growing forewarning mood in the room. “No? Cmonnnn Wifeyyyy come out!!”

“Satoru! Stop! You know she's not here!” Shoko yells, voice already sounding like she's going to burst out in tears all over again.

“Don't be silly- where else would she be?” Satoru finally looks at her and his face falls. The last time Shoko had that look on her face Haibara-

“You… you don't know?” Shoko sets her mug down on the windowsill, the bad news making her spine straighten into a more serious stature.

Suguru steps forward, the pit in his gut deepening. “Know what?”

“Where is she?” Satoru cuts in, his hand gripping the back of Suguru’s hoodie to keep himself stable.

“She's in the infirmary. One of her missions didn't go well.” Shoko explains, unable to meet either of their gazes.

Satoru's breath punches out of him and he can't seem to get any oxygen after. Almost as I'm time has frozen. “What?”

“Satoru, she got hurt… bad.” Shoko says gently, almost as if speaking to a wounded animal.

‘Not again, please not her-!!’ Is the only thing passing through his mind before he screams out. “What the hell are you doing here then-?!?! Go fix her!! Shoko please, you have to fix her! I can't do this again-”

“I can't! I tried!!” Shoko cries out helplessly before sinking into her couch, head buried in her hands.

“Try again!” Satoru demands, almost taking an angry, grief stricken step toward her. But then Suguru holds him back via a tight grip on his shoulder.

Suguru pulls him back and interlaces their fingers. “Calm down. You know Shoko, if she could've done any more for her she would've. She probably just has to wait for her cursed energy to replenish before the next treatment.”

“What room is she in?” Satoru grits out, his cursed energy still flowing dangerously, the sheer density of it choking out the air in the already small room.

“Room four. Teleport outside the room. Not directly in it. We have seals keeping her in stasis. Your technique could mess it up.” Shoko gives in, already too exhausted from the past day to argue.

Before Satoru can hastily teleport away, Shoko speaks up again. “Wait. You'll need someone to explain the injuries.”

Suguru reaches a hand out to her so she can tag along when Satoru teleports. The moment their atoms stabilize in the hallway of jujutsu techs medical center Satoru all but dives for the door handle to wrench it open.

Satorus breath punches out of his lungs painfully once he sees you. “What happened to her?”

Shoko winces before trying to fill them both in. “I healed as much as I could but it seems she was hit with a blast of cursed energy that-”

“I can see that- I can see everything but why is the cursed energy signature hers.” His blue eyes glow with his technique as he takes in the damage to the body of the woman he loves in excruciating detail.

Shoko bites her lip looking away. “The curse she went against was supposed to be low level, a grade two at most. What the higher ups didn't anticipate was the curses technique. Mental oriented curses are always hard to rank.”

“Mental technique? What is that even supposed to mean?” Suguru inquires, eyes still glued to your unconscious and bedridden form.

“They're still investigating. It's harder to figure out once the curse is exorcised.” She whispers, brushing a hair off your face as she speaks.

“She managed to exorcise it?” Suguru asks, already trying to plot out the events in his mind.

“She took it out because the blast radius of her laser beam was too large.” Shoko says, obviously trying hard to keep her voice steady and ‘doctor-like’ instead of showing how close to falling apart she is.

So the same blast that injured her took out the curse? Suguru questions, pining Shoko with his lavender gaze because he's unable to look at you lying in that hospital bed almost lifelessly.

Shoko explains evenly. “At this point the higher ups believe she tried to take it out in a panic and got caught in her own blast.”

At the mention of the higher ups Satoru’s brows pinch together in anger. “I don't care what they think. What do you think, Shoko?”

For a second the only sound in the room was the steady beep of your heart monitor as Shoko tries to figure out how to word things in a way that Satoru won't go ballistic. “Well… the blast it was- it was centralized around her. Implying that it wasn't aimed at another target.”

“What are you saying?” Satoru freezes, slowly turning to look at her.

She takes a deep breath before spitting it out. “I'm saying I think the blast was self-inflicted.”

Suguru stiffens and his stomach churns so painfully that he almost thinks he's going to throw up. He shoves a hand in the pocket of Shoko’s lab coat and retrieves her box of methanol cigs and a lighter.

She lets him, only sparing him a saddened glance as he throws a window open and lights the first cigarette he's had since you made him quit at graduation. He breaks his sobriety with a strong inhale and a heavy heart as he fights back tears.

Satoru's blue eyes are blown wide with grief. “Self-inflicted?! You think she tried to blow herself up?!” Satoru yells, not sad but angry. Angry because you promised him you wouldn't- promised him that you'd-!

“I don't know what I think! I haven't seen her in months! I didn't even know she was back in Tokyo! No one even bothered to tell me! So how the hell would I know what the hell her mental state was or even why she would blow herself up!!” Shoko shoots back, the hurt from being left out leaking into her tone.

“That's- we just were so busy that we forgot to tell you.” Satoru winces as guilt creeps up in his mind.

Shoko's face pinches together. “Like that's some excuse?! What is she even doing here-?!”

Satoru looks away. “We… our families came to a marriage agreement.”

“It's been a hard time for both of them.” Suguru explains, taking the cigarette away from his lips and breathing smoke out through his nose. “The past month has just been so draining and-”

Shoko cuts him off once the words 'marriage agreement’ sink in, face angry on behalf of her bedridden friend. “Does she know?”

“Know what?” Suguru asks, confused.

She points a finger, first at Suguru who is still leaning out the window with a cigarette dangling from his fingers then to Satoru who is gripping the plastic frame of your hospital with a white knuckled grip. “About you two?”

“She figured it out.” Satoru admits, a small smile gracing his lips as he looks at your bandaged face as her remembers how nonchalant you were about it.

Shoko raises a brow, her frown deepening. “And she's just okay with it? Okay with marrying someone who already has another?”

“It was her idea. She said she is okay with it.” Suguru butts in after releasing another puff of smoke from his lungs.

“Well...” Shoko pause’s and gives your frail body in the hospital bed a long look. “Maybe she's not as okay with it as you thought.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Satoru gapes at her suggestion that maybe this happened because you didn't approve of their relationship.

“Take a wild guess, Satoru. Now I'm going to go. You're welcome to stay but my shift is over and if you're expecting me to use the reversed curse technique on her tomorrow then I need to rest.” She says firmly, leaving without giving them an option.

Suguru spares Satoru a look as he sits down a little too harshly in the flimsy plastic hospital chair to be considered ‘calm.’ He doesn't say anything, instead opting to take a long drag of his stolen cigarette and stare pointedly out the window.

Unlike Suguru, Satoru can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your pale face. Gone is the normal flush from your face, most of it hidden from view due to the bandages obscuring most of your features.

They sit for what feels like hours, Suguru going through cigarette after cigarette without a word. Suguru is reaching the final dregs of the pack when the heart monitor starts to beat faster steadily.

Satoru straightens up. Six eyes immediately on you with hawk-like focus.

Your eyelashes flutter open before landing on his tense form. “Satoru?” You cough out.

He yanks his chair forward to be closer to you. God, he's so glad to hear your voice again. “Yeah- it's me. I'm here, baby.” He gently grips your hand, interlacing your fingers as if your hand is a delicate thing made of glass.

The heart monitor starts to beat rapidly as if you're nervous and Satoru would've laughed if not for the fearful look on your face. “Baby? You okay?” He questions worriedly, searching your bandaged face.

You flinch away, trying to wrench your hand away from the gentle grip you know you're undeserving of. “No- I'm sorry!! Please forgive me, I shouldn't have-!!” You whisper as the memories rush back against your will.

Suguru’s large hands on your hips. The satisfying drag of his piercings against your lips as he kissed you as if you were water and he was a man in a barren wasteland. And worst of all, the main source of guilt, how much you loved it. How you hunger for it again.

“Shouldn't have what? I'm not mad. It's okay.” He promises as he brings your interlocked hand up to his face and presses a small kiss to your knuckles.

Your heart clenches painfully at the loving display, the guilt worsening. “No you don't understand-”

He brushes a thumb over your knuckles before speaking in a tone so coaxing that it almost sets you at ease. “Don't worry baby. You can just tell me. Whatever it is I'm sure I won't-”

You shoot a frantic look at Suguru but he doesn't meet your eyes, instead taking a puff of the vice he swore to you he'd quit. All you can think is ‘who gave him those cigarettes? “’I messed up. I did something really bad that I shouldn't have. I betrayed you.” You choke out, your eyes flickering back to Satoru’s handsome face.

His eyebrows are pinched together in worry as you start to suck in air too quickly. “I'm sure it's not that bad, just take a deep breath.” He says comfortingly, brushing some hair from your face.

“No I- Suguru and I. Fuck I'm sorry Satoru! I'm so sorry-!!” You cry out, your cheeks already wet and your vision blurring. When did you start crying? How did you not notice?

Your lungs feel tight like someone poured cement down your throat and let it harden. Your vision swims in and out. You can't breathe- why can't you breathe?! Panic overtakes your brain and your vision starts to go black at the edges.

Suguru is immediately at your side pressing a hand to your chest, right over your heart. “In and out Sweetheart. One deep breath in.”

Satoru guides, trying to keep calm as you obviously hyperventilate. “Then one deep breath out. Focus on using your breath to make his hand rise and fall. Then repeat, you've got this, Darling.”

You try to follow their instructions and soon enough your breathing is evening out. The heart monitor isn't beeping rapidly anymore and your face is lax. Your eyes are closed, long lashes resting against your cheeks.

“Is she asleep?” Suguru asks quietly, longing for nothing more to wipe your still drying tears from your flushed cheeks.

“I think so… Suguru, what was she talking about? Betrayal? She mentioned your name.” Satoru asks, your panicked expression stuck in his mind.

Suguru looks away and stows the near-empty box of cigarettes in his jeans back pocket. “Well, two days ago something happened…”

“And what was this something?” Satoru interrogates, taking a step forward. After your reaction he's not willing to let Suguru change the subject anymore.

“Well, she had a- um… dream?” Suguru damn near shys away at Satoru rare, once in a blue moon, stern expression.

“A dream? About what? Is she having night terrors again?” He rambles, shooting a worried look in your direction.

“Not exactly…This was a different kind of dream.” Suguru blushes, running a hand through his shoulder length hair.

“Like a…” Satoru trails out, using many obscene hand gestures to get his point across.

Suguru chuckles as he nods. “Yeah. That kind of dream.”

Satoru visibly relaxes and takes a seat in one of the two very shitty plastic hospital chairs by your bedside. “So what happened? Was she just embarrassed?”

“Well she admitted that I was in it so… well I may have made a hasty decision.”

Satoru raises a cocky brow. “You were in it? Doing what? Playing careless whisper?” But then he pauses, taking in the rest of his statement and remembering your reaction to seeing them again. “Jesus, Sugu? What did you do?”

“I may have grabbed her and put her on my lap…” Suguru trails out, mind obviously going back to his memories of that morning.

“And then?” Satoru interrogates, taking off his dark shades and placing them on the bedside table so that Suguru is forced to look him in the eye.

“Well, once I felt how much the dream…affected her I thought it would be a… um. A waste to not do anything about it so I may have assisted her in grinding down on my lap.” Suguru rushes out, the piercing blue of his lovers gazing working like organic truth serum.

“Did you kiss her?” Satoru asks nonchalantly, trying to act as if he isn't jealous. ‘Of who’ would probably be the better question instead of whether or not he's jealous.

“Yes. And I maybe felt her up a little.” Suguru admits with a smirk as he plays with the frayed stitches on one of his hoodie sleeves.

“Lucky bastard. So then what happened?” Satoru says excitedly, leaning in to receive the drama like a 5th grade girl in a truth or dare circle.

Suguru winces and fidgets with the zipper of his hoodie. “Well then she started freaking out.”

“What? Why?” Satoru questions with a raised brow.

“Something about betraying you…” Suguru mutters.

“Ohhh she must've thought you cheated on me with her. How did she take it when you told her I wouldn't have minded because of the whole we've both been hopelessly pining for her for almost a decade thing?” Satoru asks in a light tone, jokingly poking Suguru in the shoulder.

When that fails to coax a smile out of Suguru’s lips Satoru raises a brow. “I didn't tell her.” Suguru admits.

Satoru's jaw drops as his head snaps to look at him. “What?! Why not.”

“You told me not to!!!” Suguru défends with a desperate yell.

“I also told you to not do anything explicit with her until after the wedding when we could all sit and talk it out!!” Satoru reminds him with a groan. He throws his head back and slouches in his chair, obviously in disbelief.

“It just happened!!” Suguru spits out, hand flailing wildly.

Satoru prods him in the ribs, a physical sign of his displeasure. “Well you should've told her! You know damn well how she gets in her head!!”

“Well she got in the shower and then I freaked out so I just-” Suguru rambles, his tone getting guiltier and guiltier as he goes on.

“You just what?” Satoru’s face falls further.

“I may have left.”

“You left?!? You left her alone with her thoughts after she thought she betrayed me?!” He chastises, ending his statement with a smack to the back of Suguru’s head.

Suguru yelps, cradling the back of his abused head. “I'm sorry! You know I'm shit at confrontation! And I didn't want to do anything without you.”

“Did you at least tell her where you went??” Satoru questions in disbelief.

“No…?” Suguru trails out.

“Oh my god?! You're messing with me right? Please tell me this is a joke.”

Suguru looks away, it's all he can really do at that moment. He wishes it was a joke but it's not.

“No wonder she was so distraught when she saw me!”

“I'm sorry, Satoru.” Suguru tries to reach for his boyfriend's hand but he wrenches it away.

“No, Suguru! Because of your absence neither of us had any idea she got injured. You-!!” Satoru's face is red, his anger making him sputter wildly.

“I'm-”

Satoru stands up, the force of it nearly tipping his chair back. “I love you, Suguru, but I just need to take a walk. I don't want to say anything I'll regret. Stay with her.”

Satoru storms out of the hospital room and slams the door leaving Suguru trapped in a room full of his guilt and disappointment.

Chapter Text

The defendant pleads guilty to kissing Suguru and being a whore.” You say, unable to make eye contact, your guilt gnawing at your gut despite Satoru’s many attempts to quell your worries.

Satoru’s jaw drops, looking extremely offended on your behalf. “Well the extremely awesome and amazing judge, AKA me, Satoru Gojo, says that if you ever call yourself a whore again I am sentencing you to remedial compliment sessions.”

You open your mouth to argue but he bangs his gavel on the expensive table of his penthouse, effectively shushing you. “Nope. I said what I said. Be nice to yourself or I'll be extremely nice to you to make up for it. And you know how obnoxious I am about you.”

“I was just going to ask where you got the white powdered wig from.” You smile, despite the fact that you were gonna try and fight his ‘ruling.’

You try to smother a laugh as you take in his ridiculous appearance. He's completely decked out in judge attire, complete with the black robes, a powdered wig despite the fact that his hair is already naturally white, and a gavel.

He breaks out into a grin at your smile, which since the incident has been rather rare. “What? You digging the wig? I can wear it for our wedding night.”

“I might take you up on that.” You tease, hooking a ringlet with your finger and pulling it down before letting it spring back up.

“Oh? You gonna want the robe package too?” He smirks, leaning in too close.

Not one to be outdone you lean in even further, nose almost touching his. “Only if I get the gavel.”

Your breath ghosts over his face and his eyes go wide and almost glassy. His cheeks have taken on a healthy flush as he stares at your features with half-lidded eyes, his long white lashes fluttering slightly as he takes you in.

Suguru rolls his eyes at the display. He leans back with a jealous huff. “What about me?” Suguru inquires with a raised brow.

Immediately Satoru slips back into judge mode, sitting up straight in his chair and adjusting his robes. “It's ‘your Honor’ to you, Mr. Geto.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Still in the doghouse.” The corners of his lips twitch as if he can't decide between smirking and frowning.

Satoru rolls his bright blue eyes at Suguru. “You're going to Horny Jail for crimes of miscommunication with my dear Wife and not recording the make out session for me. Totally selfish I swear.” He says with a huff and a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Don't you mean ‘our’?” Suguru corrects, his purple eyes almost flickering over to you as he does.

You raise a brow. ‘Our’? A grin almost makes its way to your face as you watch Satoru’s eyes narrow at Suguru as if he suggested something totally bizarre, like a peasant marrying a queen.

“No.” Satoru says firmly. “I don't. You've lost wifey privileges. You had her for a week and look what happened! He gestures at your appearance, finger starting at your face and trailing down your figure in the air as you sit to his left.

Your skin is still slightly shiny from the burn salve Shoko gave you after she healed the last of your burns. Not only that but the ointment itself reeks of sesame oil, which has been driving you nuts since you were released from the hospital this morning. The new skin still looks slightly pink and raw but the scars should go away with a few more sessions. You have big bags under your eyes and your hair is slightly greasy since you've had to enforce sponge baths at the hospital.

Despite all of this you still let out an offended, “Hey- what's that supposed to mean?!”

Satoru pales, eyes going wide as he tries to backtrack. “Nothing- you look lovely as always, Darling.”

“Liar.” You spit out, poking his admittedly very well defined bicep with your index finger.

“I'm not!! You look very pretty!” Suguru lets out a snicker at Satoru’s repeated attempts to embellish the truth.

You narrow your eyes at him, that damn liar. “That's how I know you're lying!! I look like I barely survived getting hit by a bus! I smell gross! I'm barely able to stand! AND my hair is so tangled and greasy I can barely think because I can't wash off the ointment until tomorrow!”

Satoru blinks at your rant before turning and giving Suguru an expectant look.

“What?” Suguru asks before yelping and clutching his shin. “You kicked me?!”

Satoru only raises a brow at him and cocks his head towards you in response.

“Oh-!” Suguru says finally connecting the dots. “Do you want me to wash your hair for you?” He asks you gently, hopeful but not expectant.

Against your will you shy away slightly, the thought of being alone with him again making your heart beat out of your chest. You look away, hoping it's not obvious.

But Suguru catches it because he knows you too well not to. A brief look of hurt crosses his handsome features before straightening back out into an almost emotionless expression.

“I promise I'll do a good job, I have experience, remember?” He assures, leaning across the table slightly to pin you with his lavender gaze.

“Experience?” You ask before you catch yourself. Shit- you were supposed to keep your distance. You would've face-palmed if they both weren't watching you so intently.

“Yeah, my mom owns a hair salon.” He says nonchalantly as if it was common knowledge. Which it was not.

It catches your attention and your holding his gaze for more than a second for the first time in a while. “She does? I didn't know that.”

“How do you think he gets his hair so perfect?” Satoru bursts in with a wide grin. “Plus his mom is so nice. He really takes after her.”

“You've met her?” You try to smile but for some reason it hurts. Logically of course you know that Satoru has probably met Suguru’s mom, he's his boyfriend after all. But for some reason, the fact that you haven't met her, even if you are just a friend, stings.

Noting the look on your face, Satoru back tracks. “It was a last minute thing- we had a mission in the area and popped in. It wasn't like a planned sit down meet the parents thing.” He explains.

“Yeah,” Suguru backs him up. “Satoru hasn't even met my dad yet.”

Unable to think of a better response you mutter. “Oh, okay.”

Suguru shifts uncomfortably before re-voicing his question. “So do you want me to wash your hair? I'll treat you to the works, I promise.”

Demurely, you try and waive him off. “You really don't have to do that.”

“I want to.” He says earnestly and your one puppy dog look away from folding like a deck of cards.

Unable to resist finally feeling a little cleaner you accept. “Okay, then.”

“Yes?” Suguru makes sure, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Yeah, you can do my hair.” You say a few seconds later.

Satoru lets out a little cheer, throwing his arms up excitedly, already racing out of his chair. “Alright! Let's get you to the bathroom, Baby”.

You stand up out of your chair and wobble slightly, your cursed energy still out of whack from Shoko's reversed curse technique.

Immediately you have two sets of hands steadying you. But then Satoru's hands smack away Suguru's hands that had flown to your hips to keep you up right.

“Hands off, Buster.” He commands Suguru in a faux aggressive tone before turning to you. “This guy bothering y'a, Baddie?”

You can't help the laugh that bubbles from your throat at Satoru’s exaggerated actions. He grins at your reaction, reaching up to brush some hair out of your face. His hand lingers cupping your jaw a second too long before he lets his arm drop and curl around your waist to keep you steady.

“Are you serious-?” Suguru asks, an affronted look flashing across his face at the thought of being accused of bothering you when all he was trying to do was help.

“As serious as Testicular Cancer.” Satoru says somberly before taking in your tired features. A mischievous grin grows on his face and his arm around your waist tightens.

“Upsy-daisy, Wifey!” Is all the warning you get before Satoru is hooking his other arm under your knees and swooping you up into a bridal carry.

If you could create a time machine so you could erase the memory of the embarrassing squeal that escaped your throat in that moment you would. “Satoru put me down-!” Your arms hook around his neck for support subconsciously and he smirks.

“Y'know I would've hoped you couldn't walk for other reasons but then you had to take the depressing way and blow yourself up. There's way more enjoyable ways we could've gotten here y'know-” You cut off his suggestive remark with a stinging slap to his bicep.

“I may not be able to walk but I can still laser your hair off so it looks like you're balding prematurely.” You threaten him, shoving a finger in his face. His pretty blue eyes almost go cross eyed to focus on it.

Satoru pauses on the stairs, suddenly regretting his teasing. Especially since it might have consequences that dire. “You wouldn't do that, right?”

At the smile that grows on your face he starts to panic and asks again. “Right?!?”

“You know she would,” Suguru says leaning against the railing at the foot of the stairs. He surveys you both from below, how possessively Satoru is cradling you to his chest, the banter-

He had that too with you at one point. Closeness that had come effortlessly and now…

Oblivious to this sinking pit in Suguru’s stomach you continue. “I so would.” You say with a grin before reaching up and brushing Satoru’s bangs out of his face, almost as if testing out how he’d look with a little ‘trim.’

Somewhere in the back of your mind the thirsty little part of you registers that he looks good with his hair out of his face. Unfairly good actually. You have no idea what you'd do if he’d figure out a hairstyle that would keep his hair out of his eyes. (*Cough* blindfold *cough*)

Satoru looks back at you, and this time there's no cocky smirk on his face or wry smile. It's almost like he's taking in each feature of your face and commuting it to memory. The curve of your nose, the shape of your eyes, the small little wrinkle in between your brows from how expressive you are.

“Ahem?” Suguru interrupts, having climbed the stairs to ledge Satoru had taken a hiatus on. “You just gonna stare at each other or are you gonna head up to the bathroom so I can wash her hair?”

Satoru flushes slightly and shoots his boyfriend a glare. “Fine, fine. I'll take her up.”

He readjusts your weight in his arms. His single priority is that you're secure and comfortable. He restarts his climb up the stairs. Once up the stairs Satoru pushes open the door to the master bedroom with his sock covered foot and sets you on the bed. The same bed you haven't slept in since- wow okay not going there.

The boys disappear into the bathroom. You can hear drawers and cabinets open and close as they set up a makeshift hair wash station. At one point you hear Satoru yelp and a clatter of something that sounds suspiciously like a shampoo bottle.

Suguru appears from the bathroom and offers you a hand. “We're all set, come on.”

After a moment of hesitation, that you know he notices because of the way the corners of his mouth tilt down into a minuscule frown, you take his hand.

The boys have propped up pillows against the bathtub to replicate a hair washing station at a salon as best they can. Shampoo and conditioner is lining the tub and there's a scalp scrubber thrown haphazardly next to them.

There are candles that smell strongly of lavender lit far too close to the towels to be considered safe and not a fire hazard. Their glow casts soft shadows over the boys’ faces and for some reason it makes your heart stutter in your chest as if you're about to go into heart failure.

“So what do you think, Baby?” Satoru asks, if he had a tail it would probably be wagging right now at how excited he is for you to see what they've put together.

“I think you both put a lot of thought into this. Thank you.” For some reason the words catch in your throat. You know you don't deserve this. Why are they being so kind to you when you're the one who messed up?

“Of course,” Satoru smirks before joking. “It’s the least Suguboo could do after the whole ditching y'a thing.”

Both you and Suguru flinch and Satoru narrows his eyes at you both. “See- that. That's what I don't like. Whatever happened that week I was gone happened. You can't change it. But that also doesn't mean you both have to be awkward with each other.” Satoru declares, shaking his head as he looks at you both.

“Satoru… you don't get it.” You say slowly, almost as if even speaking about what happened is taxing you mentally and physically.

“Well, maybe I don't understand but you both need to figure it out because we're all in this together. And I can't have the two most important people in my life acting like they're suddenly strangers to each other.” He says firmly, his pale cheeks slightly flushed from the influx of emotions he's feeling.

“It's not like that, Satoru.” Suguru glances at you before continuing. “We just need time.”

“Time?” Satoru repeats, a mischievous grin stretching across his lips. “Okay then, my Loves, I'll give you time-”

He sprints out of the bathroom and slams the door. You hear a lock click into place. Since when did the bathroom door lock from the outside?!

“Satoru? This isn't funny. Open the door.” Suguru says trying the handle aggravatedly. Each word he says gets more and more desperate.

“Don’tttt care.” Satoru coos through the wooden barrier in an obnoxious singsong tone. “You can try kicking down the door, Suguboo! It won't do a damn thing though!! I've reinforced it with my infinity! Talk it out!! Enjoy!!”

“Did he just force us into a couples therapy session?” You scowl, too tired to get up and try the door yourself.

Suguru stiffens, letting go of the door handle. “Are we a couple?”

“No.” You say firmly.

His frown deepens as he leans against the counter. He watches your body as you lean against the tub. Sitting on the pillows they set up for you. Despite his eyes on you he stays silent.

You shift uncomfortably under his silent unyielding gaze. “He’s not going to keep us locked in here. He’ll get hungry eventually or will need to grab something so let's just wait him out.” You say just to fill the silence.

“If that's what you want.” He says blankly and you can't help but feel like he's… disappointed?

You raise a brow at the way he seems to deflate. “Well, what do you want, Suguru?”

His purple eyes meet yours. “Whatever you'll give me.”

You feel like someone has taken your heart and squeezed it just to see what would happen. To see if it would crumble or explode like a gusher between teeth. “I can't give you anything Suguru. Not when my best friend who I wouldn't sacrifice for a thing has given you his whole heart.”

“That's the thing you don't realize. In love, dividing isn't taking away.” He says desperately as he kneels down beside you, because maybe if he got on your level he could make you understand.

****

You look away. “But this isn't love is it? I’m not the one you want. This is a mistake. One that we both made because-”

“Because of what?!” Suguru interrupts helplessly. “Because of fleeting attraction? Or maybe because we were both pent up? What about because we missed Satoru. Every single point you could make is just a lame excuse!!”

A lame excuse, are you kidding me?! If not those then what magical explanation do you have, Suguru?! Please enlighten me because I'd love to know! I've been running through every minute of that morning and I still can't figure out where the fuck I went wrong!” You yell, hands coming up to grip and tug at the roots of your hair to ground yourself.

“I betrayed one of the few people who have ever cared about me unconditionally and for what? A sloppy make out session and grinding on each others lap like a bunch of teens?” You continue, each word feeling like someone's tearing you apart.

“It just doesn't make sense to me.” You whisper finally, your hands falling to your sides.

“It's doesn't matter where it went wrong! It happened! We can't change that! You can't expect me to pretend it didn't happen! To go back to the way things were. Not when I-” He protests, his hands coming up to cup your face.

You shake him off, his touch almost searing because of how it makes you feel in a way you definitely shouldn't. “Not when you what, Suguru!? Because I know for a fact that you have a boyfriend in the other room that you are completely in love with and devoted to! You're made for each other!”

You scoot away from him. “Just admit it. I'd be tearing apart something I never should've been a part of. You guys could've just been happy together if not for the meddling of my clan and Satoru's. But now I've been shoved into a dynamic I've never been a part of!”

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking like a bomb. “Never been a part of?! What are you talking about?! If you hadn't forced us to get along in high school we never would've gotten together! You brought us together. You! Everything we are is because of you!!”

Your hands clench at your sides painfully but you don't seem to register it. “And I'll be damned if I'm the one who tears you apart! Fuck! It's like you both were a match made in heaven! Perfectly complimented to one another! Light and dark! Silly and Stoic! Fuck, even your initials match ‘S.G’! The two strongest, of course they're together right!?”

“Where am I supposed to fit in huh?! There's no space for me and I've been shoved into an already self-sufficient organism like a virus and I'm killing it!” You continue, unable to stop the words from flowing out.

The words rip from your throat like jagged glass, cutting not only you, but Suguru too. “Don't you get it, Suguru?! I ruin everything I touch, I'm like a fucking poison!! I infect everything I touch and nothing can ever change that because I'm a mistake! A mistake!! I'm nothing, I'm worse than nothing!!”

Pressure in you is building and building. “You both were doing just fine without me and now- god what am I even doing here?! All I was ever supposed to be was a footnote in both of your lives! A side character! Now I'm- I'm messing everything up like I always do-!!”

“Stop.” Suguru commands, his purple eyes focused on something, something other than you.

The pallid look on his face stops you in your tracks. “What?” You breathe out.

“You need to turn off your cursed energy.” He warns, his hands gently moving to try and grab your wrists.

“But I'm not-” Your gaze flicks down to your hands and you flinch. Building there is a red hot ball of energy that pulsates with each heaved breath you take.

“Take a deep breath, Baby. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” He guides, his hands on your wrists, gentle and grounding.

Soon the heat in your hands has subsided and your breathing steadies. You lean your head back against the cool porcelain of the tub which only provides slight relief from your sweaty skin.

Suguru is silent for a moment as you continue to catch your breath. But soon he couldn't take it anymore.“What was that?” He asks.

You look away, still leaning against the tub. Why does he always have to ask the hard questions?

“Is that how you got injured?” He continues before looking you over as if something in your appearance will give him a clue to what really happened.

“I don't know.” You mumble pathetically. It's a lie, of course it is. When have you ever done anything but lie?

“Yes, you do.” It seemed impossible that his frown could get any deeper but it did. “I know when you lie.”

“How did you get injured, the truth this time.” He interrogates, leaning in so you're almost nose to nose.

“The curse I went up against… it was supposed to be weak. Or maybe it doesn't really matter. I was the weak one instead.” You chuckle weakly, glancing up to meet his lavender eyes for a measly second before you look back towards the tiles on the bathroom floor.

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It was a shapeshifter, except it goes into your mind and turns into your worst fears. Guess what mine was?” You turn to him, waiting for him to play your little game.

He pauses, thinking for a moment before submitting his guess. “Satoru finding out about what happened?”

You laugh, the sound coming out too brittle and harsh. “I wish.”

He searches your face. “Then what was it?”

You close your eyes before answering simply. “Myself.”

That statement sits in the air putridly until you speak again. “The curse- it knew things. Things I had never told anyone about before. Not even Satoru.”

His brows furrow together and you curse how expressive his features are because they're so distracting. You haven't even decided if they're distracting in a good way or bad way yet. “And then what?” He asks.

“It was the cursed technique. It's a smart one. Make you're opponent hate themselves so much that they just-” You mime putting a gun in your mouth and pulling the trigger.

The movements are far too realistic for Suguru’s liking.

“Oh.” Is all he can muster and you wince because he sounds so… defeated.

You try to lighten the mood, nudging him gently with your elbow. “One thing the curse didn't anticipate was my blast being that strong. It got taken out too. Isn't that funny? A curse taken out by the effects of its own mind boggling technique.”

“No.” Suguru says firmly, grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “It's not, because you tried to-”

You cut him off, but this time you don't shake off his grip on you. “Stop Suguru. It's not like it's the first time either.”

“What?” The color drains from his tanned face and he sounds absolutely wrecked.

You flinch, good job, you've done it again, why the fuck do you always have to run your stupid mouth. “It's nothing. Forget it.”

He grips you by the shoulders, almost too tight like he can't control it. “No- What did you mean by that? Not the first time?”

God, Suguru really was like a dog with a bone. Why can't he just let it go? It's not a big deal.

He shakes you slightly. “Answer me! I need to know! I can't just forget about this not when I l-”

You cut him off. “It's not the first time I've tried to kill myself.” You spit out, continuing despite the horrified look on his face. “Luckily, or unluckily I suck at it just as much as I suck at everything else. Everytime it's unsuccessful.”

The words rush out of his mouth before he can even second guess them. “Please don't-”

“Don't attempt again?” You finish for him, a sneer crossing your face.

“Don't make me promise that.” You beg, voice cracking and reverberating off the walls of the bathroom. “I've already promised Satoru that and it was the worst mistake of my pathetic life.”

Suguru freezes, a breath punching out of him. Satoru knew and never warned him? How could he do that? “He knows?”

You lean back listlessly against the tub. “Yeah. He does.”

Suguru can hear the blood rushing through his veins. It's so loud. Is this even real? This can't be happening. “How… did-?”

“He figured it out. He's too smart when he wants to be. Satoru noticed some muscle relaxers were gone from the med bay after a particularly rough mission back when we were in our third year and got there in the nick of time.” You explain blankly. Detailing your own suicide attempt like reading the daily forecast from a newspaper.

Third year? His mind races back. “Haibara?” He coughs out, the name dry on his tongue and the memories too hard to swallow.

“Yeah. Haibara.” You whisper, eyes blank and glazed over.

The words ‘not the first time’ still echo too loudly in Suguru’s skull. “And what attempt was that?”

“The second.” You breathe out almost wistfully.

“And what was the first?” He asks before his brain can catch up to stop him.

You look over at him through your lashes. The entire topic seems to suck everything out of you only leaving the jagged facts. “I was 11. Took a bunch of Advil thinking it would work. All it did was make me puke my guts out. But it's the thought that counts, right?”

“Eleven? But that's so-”

You interrupt monotonously. “Young? Doesn't feel that way to me. I've always felt this way. Even if it wasn't noticeable. It really started when I was eight.”

The thought of an eleven year old you, the smiley little girl he had only seen in picture in Satoru’s camera roll, complete with remnants of baby fat, trying to kill herself made him feel sick. Yet he can't help but ask. “When you were eleven what made you…?”

You huff out a tortured laugh at the memories that flood back. “My mom found my scars. She told me to stop being a coward and to just get it over with. And if not then I should stop trying to get attention because no one really cares whether or not I'm happy.”

Suguru’s fist clenches at his side, his cursed energy sparking dangerously. “She said that to her eleven year old daughter?” His eyes are dark, darker than you've ever seen them.

“Yeah, she did.” You confirm, seeing no point in lying. “It doesn't matter though. It was eleven years ago anyway.”

“Like hell it doesnt matter?! She told her daughter to kill herself.” He screams, livid on your behalf. If your mother were so unlucky to ever cross his path again he swears he’d-

“She probably didn't think I'd actually do it. It's not like I ever told her it failed either. She'd probably have just been disappointed.” You chuckle, staring at the ceiling.

“You said she found your scars?” His eyebrows pinch together, it's not that he's spent a lot of time studying your wrists or thighs before, but he’s never seen a scar present except for ones he knows you acquired on missions.

“Yeah, she did.” You reply.

“I've never seen any on you…?” He questions, head tilting to the side.

“I never did it in obvious places. Every depressed person goes for the arms or thighs. I never wanted anyone to know so I did it in places people wouldn't see.” You explain, a sick sense of pride creeping into your tone because you were ‘smarter than the rest’.

“Like where?”

“If I tell you, are you going to ask to see?” You level him with and unmoving gaze.

“Yes.” He utters, staring you down.

“Well, at least you're honest.” The way he says it almost makes you laugh. “I do it on my ribs.”

His face tightens at the present tense. “If they're on your ribs then how did she see?”

Your eyes darken and your jaw clenched, the first sign that you're feeling anything at all from this topic. “I had a fitting for a new kimono for a stupid clan event and one of the newer wounds stained the inner lining. One of the seamstresses alerted her. They all sat there silently as she berated me, not a single one did a thing as she stripped me down and forced me to show everyone what I had done.”

“That's… awful.”

This time you do laugh at his words. “I think the thing she was most upset about was the fact that because of the scars my value depreciated. Who would want a wife with carved up ribs? Quite an eyesore during sex don't you think?”

His jaw almost drops, you were literally feeling shitty enough for years that you were self harming and your mother was worried about aesthetics instead of her daughters mental health? “They're part of you. Nothing that's a part of you could ever be ugly.”

You raise a brow at him, at his naivety, how can one assign beauty to a thing they've never witnessed? “You've never seen them.” You whisper.

“Then show me.” He whispers firmly, a command not a suggestion.

Fear darts through you at the thought of him seeing them. So you deflect, like always. “I'm surprised you didn't feel them when you were feeling me up under my shirt.”

His face flushes. “My mind wasn't exactly on that at the moment.” He defends.

“Are you sure you really want to see?” You ask, begging any being that is listening to make him refuse. To make him say no.

“Yes.”

“The only other person who's seen them other than my mother and those maids that day is Satoru.” You try to dissuade him, stressing that this is something few have seen.

“And what did he say?” Suguru asks.

Memories rush back too quickly. The way he’d waltzed into your room so confidently that morning. The look on his face when his six eyes hyper focused on the blood staining your fingers and ribs. The clatter of the razor against the wood flooring because you dropped it out of surprise.

“Nothing.” You pause before continuing. “He just grabbed my first aid kit from under my sink and patched me up. Then he hugged me like he was scared that if he let go I'd slip away.”

Suguru’s bones feel brittle. How had he not noticed? “How old were you both?”

“Sixteen.” You whisper.

“Can I still see?” He finally asks the question you've been dreading.

You close your eyes, breathing deeply before giving him your terms.“Only if you're honest with me when you see them. If they're ugly I want to know, okay?”

He almost disagrees, but then leans his forehead against yours and whispers.“Okay.”

You lift your shirt up slowly and the breath still punches out of him despite the fact that he had tried to mentally prepare himself.

Stars of all sizes litter your ribs. Each one made of five straight lines. Some stars are pinker than others and it makes his stomach sink like he's stuck on a roller coaster with far too many drops.

“Can I…?” He asks, his voice shattering into a million pieces in his throat.

“You can touch them.” You say your voice too steady to match the trembling way you're breathing.

He traces the lines of star nestled between your sternum and you left breast. It's the pinkest out of all of them, still raised, each line done with the surgical precision of someone who's has too much practice.

“I tried to make them pretty. I've always liked stars.” Your voice cracks slightly.” Even if a star is dying we wouldn't know until millions of years later when their light finally disappears from the sky.”

“They're not ugly.” He says finally. “I wish you didn't have them, not because they depreciate your value or any stupid thing based on vanity. I hate that they're there because something happened that drove you to hurt yourself.”

“They're there. And we can't change that. I find everything about you beautiful, even your flaws.” He murmurs into your ear, tone too reverent for the situation.

“And if you're a star then you better stay around for at least a few million years.” He speaks slowly, tone full of finality.

****

His hand drops from your ribs and takes your hand in his. “I love you. Take it how you want. I just need you to know how I feel.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. Beats speeding up so quickly you swear he can hear it.

“Now, don't we have some hair to wash?” He asks too playfully, and you know he's only doing it to make you feel better. It's obvious because behind his eyes something has changed, he sees you as delicate now doesn't he?

All you can do is nod in response, too stunned to do much else.

With the guidance of his steady hand resting against your neck, you lean your head back against the edge of the tub.

He uses the shower head to rinse your hair, carefully angling it so none of the water gets in your eyes or on your ointment soaked skin. His nails graze your scalp as he parts your hair to let the warm water saturate the strands more evenly.

He turns the knob on the shower head off and sets it off to the side. Gingerly, he picks up your favorite shampoo off the side of the tub where he's kneeling next to you. He pours a generous amount into his palms, lathering it slightly before he runs his hands through the roots.

You sigh softly as he massages the liquid into your hair, the tension slowly leaking from your shoulders.

He turns on the shower head again, testing the temperature against the inside of his wrist before combing through your roots with his fingers to get the last soapy remnants of the shampoo out of your scalp.

Once completed he lathers your hair in conditioner, staring at the base of your skull and ending at the ends of your hair. He makes sure each strand is evenly coated.

Satisfyingly, his nails catch and tug slightly when he reaches a snarled knot, he carefully detangles it with his fingers. Gently taking the time to dissolve the tangles instead of tearing through them.

Why is he being so gentle with you? So soft? You're not something to be treasured, or protected. No one but Satoru has ever treated you with such kindness.

Your face starts to feel hot and stuffed with cotton. Your vision blurs. You don't deserve this. Why is he taking care of you painstakingly after all you've done?

A tear slips down your cheek. And then another. Soon you can't stop the ugly hiccups that escape your throat as he takes care of you.

Throughout this he never says a word, just continuing his gentle care, never mentioning the tears rolling down your cheeks. The only acknowledgment he gives them his when he wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb and presses a loving kiss to your temple whenever a new one slips through your closed lashes.

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By the time Suguru finishes drying your hair with the blow dryer (on low heat of course, he’d never endanger your previous strands with high heat.) the tears have fully stopped. The only ruins left of them are salty tracks on your cheeks and tiny hiccuping breaths that lurch unevenly from your throat.

Suguru offers you a hand.

This time you don't hesitate. He hauls you up effortlessly, muscles in his arm bunching up. “You think he’s dropped the barricade yet?” Suguru asks with a grunt.

“I sure hope so. How much more of a heart to heart does he need?” You steady yourself with a palm flattened against Suguru's chest.

You catch a look of your freshly washed hair in the mirror. Long gone is the grease and dirt from the hospital that drove you insane. Now your hair glints in the light, shinier than you've ever seen it.

“Thank you, Suguru, for…” You pause, is there even a word to accurately describe what you're feeling? “For everything.” You ultimately decide on.

He tilts your chin so you're forced to meet his purple eyes. “You don't have to thank me. You've never been a burden, not to me. Not ever.” He says honestly, his rich voice light, almost a whisper.

You offer Suguru a smile, he'd take it and preserve it forever if he could. Instead he reaches for the door handle and twists it. This time it gives, the door creaking open.

Satoru startles at the unexpected noise, he jumps out of his bed, kicking a pile of ding dong wrappers under his obnoxiously large bed. “Hey… how'd it go?”

You roll your eyes, a wave of annoyance hitting you as he feigns ignorance. “Don't act like you don't know. You're so nosy I bet you were listening the whole time.”

“Yeah, I was.” Satoru admits after a beat. “Your hair looks nice at least.” He looks you over as if appraising pottery for cracks, his hawklike eyes catching the tear stains on your cheeks.

“As an apology for forcing that hard conversation, sorry for that by the way.” Suguru narrows his eyes at Satoru and his words, obviously still miffed. “I got us Ding Dongs and…. souvenirs!”

You let out an obnoxious groan, already imagining the questionable goodies Satoru has picked out. “Don't tell me you actually got us-”

Suguru interrupts hastily, unable to keep the words that had been stuck in his head ever since he found out that Satoru knew about your self harm. “Why didn't you tell me, Satoru? How could you keep something like that from me?! Something that important?!”

“Tell you what? About our little star spangled banner?” You would've laughed at Satoru’s attempt at lightening the situation if not for the dangerous look on Suguru’s face at the use of the insensitive nickname.

Suguru's hand whips out, gripping the back of Satoru's hair. He yanks him forward by the white strands so that they're face to face. It's tight, but not painful, a warning. A warning that one wrong word will get his ass knocked out because Suguru is not in the mood.

Suddenly serious, Satoru speaks. “I didn't tell you because it's not my secret to tell. You weren't entitled to that information. If you found out it was going to be because she trusted you enough to tell you, not because of my blabber mouth.”

Suguru lets him go, hand falling uselessly to his side. “I hate it when you have a logical reason.”

“Ugh, I know right? How dare he make sense.” You joke. “He's supposed to be the immature one of the bunch.”

Suguru only grumbles in response, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Satoru.

Your eyes flick back to the ding-dings on a platter, the ones Satoru had taken the time to un-wrap individually, that much obvious by the half hidden wrappers shoved under the bed.

“So, Satoru, you got a surprise for us?” You smile, laying on the bed next to him. If there's one thing you've always loved, it's gifts.

“Well as promised I got you some NYC themed apparel.” He singsongs, twirling a few of your hairs newly silken strands between his long pale fingers.

“You didn't.” Suguru scowls, still pouting and refusing to sit on the bed with the rest of you.

“I did.” Satoru replies with a shit-eating grin before holding up twin ridiculous gift bags. Yours is covered in cartoon apples and Suguru’s is printed with shiny little Empire State Buildings. “For you Wifey! And for you grumpy pants.”

You quickly yank your bag from his waiting hands, he chuckles at your impatience in a way that makes your stomach flutter. You tear at the tissue paper and pull out the article of clothing. “They're… pink?” You say dumbly, the shorts are tiny at best, nearly indecent at worst, lowrise and shorter than sin. The material is silky soft and light pink. Bedazzled across the ass in silver rhinestones is ‘I <3 NYC’

“Yep! Wait- do you not like them? Because I could return them or-” Satoru rambles as his insecurities creep in.

You giggle at the look on his face, like he fumbled the winning catch at the Super Bowl. “I love them. Thank you for thinking of me.”

“You really like them? Because I wasn't sure and-” He questions, cerulean eyes flicking in between your face and the shorts you're holding up.

“Satoru, I love them, I promise. Thank you.” You assure as you fold them and rest them across your thigh.

“And what about you, Grumps?” He asks leaning into Suguru's face and poking the bag in his grasp with a pale index finger.

Suguru shoots him a loving roll of his eyes and pries open the bag. He pulls out a pair of black shorts. The same material and design as yours. “What I'm hearing is we both get to match?”

“All three of us do.” Satoru says proudly as he nods, eyes shut and white lashes fluttering against his high cheekbones.

“You got yourself a pair too?” You ask, the surprise in your voice plain as day as you grab a Ding Dong from the plate.

“No, but I got myself something even better.”

“And what's that?” Suguru questions with a raise of dark brow.

Satoru holds up his own souvenir. A stark white t-shirt that says ‘New York City’ across the chest in bold black lettering.

You take one look at the white ‘New York City’ tee and then at your pink ‘I <3 NYC’ shorts and laugh. “Is that your way of trying to say we love you?”

You take the last few bites of your Ding Dong and lick your fingers clean, you can feel Suguru’s eyes on you and you shiver.

“Clever, isn't it?” Satoru preens with a wild grin that brightens his entire face.

You roll your eyes at him. “You don't need a shirt to know how we feel about you, Satoru.” The words come out far too earnestly, the honesty making your chest constrict.

And then he gapes at you, pink lips making an ‘O’ and his blue eyes comically wide. Satoru doesn't say a word for a few precious seconds and then he's flinging himself across the bed to kneel beside you.

“Who is ‘we’?!” He shakes you animatedly and you grimace in pain when your neck jolts.

“I meant platonically for me and it's obvious how much Suguru loves you.” You explain as you massage your neck, the words feeling almost ashen on your tongue.

“Fine. Continue to deny it.” Satoru pouts and you curse him and his lips for looking so kissable. “But one day I'll be victorious.”

“Cough cough, two weeks.” Suguru says into his fist.

“What? Two weeks? What does that have to do with anything?” You ask, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“Shut up, Suguru!!” Satoru yelps as he tackles Suguru onto the bed, sending sugary Ding Dongs flying as his long arms flail to muzzle Suguru.

“Honesty is the best polic- MPHM!?” Suguru’s statement is cut off when Satoru's palm smacks across his mouth.

“Shut up!” Satoru yells as Suguru playfuwrithes in his grip, trying to escape.

You stare at the display. Blinking once, then twice. “Well… that was weird and you know what? I'm too tired to give a single fuck.”

“I'm gonna go try these on.” You smirk playfully, holding up your shorts like a prize before turning your attention to the dark haired man rolling around on the bed. “And Suguru? You don't get to wriggle out of this. I want to see those shorts on and modeled when I get back.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He salutes, completely serious and steadfast like a real soldier.

Once alone in the bathroom you slide your sweatpants down your thighs and step into the pink shorts. The material is buttery on your skin and hugs everything just right. They hang low on your hips and you're frankly a little afraid of what would happen if you bent down. You turn around and look in the mirror- holy shit your ass has never looked better. What the hell did they put in these shorts?!

You straighten the material out as if preparing for war and step back into the master bedroom. When you walk in, Satoru squeals. “It's like it's my birthday!!! Lemme see c’mere, Baby.” He spins you around getting a 360 degree view before sinking to his knees and nuzzling his face into your bare thighs.

“Perfect.” He breathes out like a prayer. “I think I'm in heaven.”

Suguru walks in and now you know exactly how Satoru feels. The strong muscles of Suguru’s thighs are on full display, his v-line making your heart stutter pathetically. There's a line of thin, dark hairs leading to his navel. You can't help but think of the saying ‘The happy trail leads to the happy meal.’ Immediately you curse yourself for thinking of that because your eyes trail down, down, down to the bulge the tight fabric is sinfully accentuating.

“My birthday AND Christmas all in one! I never need anything ever again. I'm perfectly content. I could die and ascend right now.” Satoru exclaims, feigning a heart attack as he collapses on the hardwood.

“How long do we have to wear these?” Suguru grumbles, adjusting the tight fabric circling his thighs.

“For as long as it takes for me to get photographic evidence.” Satoru says, voice teasing but one hundred percent serious.

“No. You're not taking a picture-” Suguru protests adamantly, arms crossed and hips cocking to the side. The new angle shows off his abs and you look away, saying thank you to any god that is listening that you were not born a man because you would be so fucking hard right now.

Two minutes later you're all posing for a photo. What can you say? Satoru is lethal with those baby blues and strategic pouts. You're laying on the bed, belly down. Satoru in the middle, face right next to your ass, and body clad in his tight ‘New York City’ shirt. Suguru is mirroring your pose on Satoru’s other side. He takes a selfie with both your ass and Sugurus right next to his head, the writing on them clear and readable.

He sets it as his screensaver. No, you weren't able to convince him to change it. Despite Suguru’s original complaints he stays in the shorts.

“I'm hungry.” You announce, propping yourself up on your forearms.

“You want me to make something, honey?” Satoru asks, snapping into worried bestie mode.

Both your head and Suguru's snap towards him in disbelief. The last time he tried to cook he burnt the broccoli and set off the fire alarm, the fire department was called.

“No- I'm good!” You say hastily after sharing a look with Suguru.

“We did go grocery shopping before we picked you up from the hospital wing.” Suguru provides as he does his best not to stare at your ass.

“Full fridge?” You raise a brow and he nods. “Bet.”

You stand up, still slightly wobbly. You can feel them hovering behind you as if they think you'll crumple to the floor any second.

“Baby, are you sure-” Satoru buts in.

“Yes, I can walk and make dinner. I'm not going to shatter into a million pieces.” You interrupt, annoyed at being treated like glass despite the valid reasoning behind it.

“But-!”

“No, ‘buts’ she's got it.” Suguru steps in with a comforting hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.

You laugh and walk out of the room.“Thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“I hate when she leaves, but boy do I love to watch her go.” Satoru whistles, shamelessly watching your hips sway as you walk away and the tantalizing curve of your ass in the shorts he picked out. Pride swells rampantly at seeing you wear something he chose.

Suguru smacks him across the back of his head chastisingly and he yelps.

You're able to walk down the stairs with each of them buzzing behind you like hyper active flies. You open the industrial fridge, your eyes scanning analytically, taking in ingredients and generating potential meals.

Methodically you take out some chicken breasts, celery, carrots, garlic, spinach, soy sauce, and finally, eggs.

“You wanna play ‘guess what I'm making’?” You ask as you lay out the ingredients on the expansive marble countertops.

Satoru straightens up and bounces on his toes, a hilarious sight because the man is built like a god and 6’3. “Ooooh I've missed this. What does the winner get?”

“The winner gets to eat.” You say in a deadpan as you season the chicken and set it in a pan of sizzling oil.

“Oh, so it's like that? Only one of us gets fed?” Satoru asks with a huff despite watching you portion out ingredients for three.

“Survival of the fittest.” You joke as you wash the veggies. “Hey Sugu? Can you get two cups of rice going?”

“Sounds like the winner is the opposite of fit.” Suguru jokes and grabs the rice cooker out of a cabinet.

“Funny, very funny. Who knew you were a comedian, Sugs?” You mock as you mince the garlic and add it to the chicken breast.

Suguru scoffs.“I happen to be a very well rounded individual. Smart, funny, effortlessly sexy.”

“Effortlessly sexy? Quit the bullshit your full in depth hair care routine takes four hours.” You shoot back as you slice the carrots into circles.

“At least I don't take two hour showers.” Suguru calls out and your eye twitches.

“That's only when it's an everything shower day!! Otherwise it takes 45 mins max!!” You huff and chop the celery.

Suguru rolls his eyes as he leans against the counter. “That's still an absurd amount of time!!”

You shriek in offense, knife raising threateningly as you pause your chopping. “We'll talk after you've had to transform into a contortionist just to shave your-”

“Okay!! We get it! You're both high maintenance!” Satoru laughs, cutting in before you go serial killer on them.

“And if it's so hard to shave then why don't you just get it waxed?” Suguru pokes the bear because he can't resist having the last word.

“I'll get it waxed the same day you do. Imagine it, hot wax on your most private parts only for it to cool and be ripped off, violently evicting every hair follicle from your baby makers.” Each word that comes out of your mouth makes their eyes widen and Satoru shrieks hands flying to cover his crotch.

“See, sounds painful right?” You smirk, basking in your victory.

“Are you making soup?” Satoru asks, head resting over your shoulder.

“Are you stupid? She hasn't even taken broth out for soup.” Suguru elbows him competitively, both obviously vying for the correct guess.

“Well if you're so smart then what's our Wifey making?” Satoru sticks his tongue out at him like a petty child.

Suguru pauses, looking over the spread out ingredients. “She's making a stir fry.”

“Ding ding ding!” You confirm with a grin as you flip the chicken.

Satoru lets out a dramatic scream.“No!! Goddamn it!! Why do you always win?!”

“Maybe because I've actually stepped foot in a kitchen before instead of being waited on hand and foot.” Suguru shoots back, grin wide and cocky from his win.

“That's not fair! I grew up rich!” Satoru defends, a shitty excuse at best.

“So did I. I still learned to cook. So no excuse.” You remind him with a click of your tongue.

“Wait, how did you learn?” Suguru asks curiosly.

You smile as you reminisce on one of the few happy memories of your childhood before you had met Satoru. “My clan had staff from all over the world. When they would watch me I'd follow them around as they cooked in the kitchens. I picked up a lot. I had to stop when I turned twelve. My mother decided she didn't want me associating that closely with the workers, apparently I had to learn to get along with people of a higher status.”

Suguru’s eyes darken when you recount your mothers words. “Your mother gets worse every time she's mentioned.”

“You're so lucky you haven't met her. She's such a bitch. Honestly if our Wifey here would let me I would've hollow purple’d her ass ages ago.” Satoru threatens nonchalantly.

“I'd help.” Suguru adds on, voice deep and completely serious as he thinks back to what you had confessed she'd done to you when she found your scars.

“Hey, no planning to murder my family. At least while I'm present. I want plausible deniability.” You chastise, a small smile gracing your lips at how strongly they want to protect you.

“I think I just fell in love.” Satoru coos leaning in too close, breath fanning across your lips.

“Late to the party, eh?” Suguru smirks as if reciting an inside joke you weren't present for.

Satoru's jaw drops, chest puffing out in playful anger. “I started the party, you liar!! I've been here since day one!”

“What are you both even bickering about? Also shut up before you give me a headache.” You groan, rubbing at your temples as if you can feel the migraine coming on.

“Sorry, baby.” Suguru says softly, a hint of worry between his pinched brows as he surveys your expression.

Satoru snickers before muttering. “Sorry, Starry Night.”

Suguru’s head snaps towards him as if hoping he misheard. “What did you just call her?!”

“Oh come on I've been sitting on that one for ages!! I never got to use it because you didn't know- OW?!” His cocky words are cut off when something hard smacks his skull.

Your wooden spoon collides with his head with a sickening crack after you flung it at him. “That's for being stupid.”

“That's fair.” Satoru pouts, rubbing the growing wound on his head. The skin now tender and red.

“It was also funny but wayyyy too soon. If you waited at least a day we all woulda laughed.” You admit, giving him props for the clever nickname.

“I'll keep that in mind for next time, Star Shine, light of my life, my reason to wake up in the morning.” He coos as you dish up the stir-fry.

“Shut up and eat.” You command as you slide your dishes towards them.

“Yes Ma'am.” Satoru salutes, digging in with renewed fervor.

You all eat in comfortable silence. Making small talk about Satoru’s trip and what you did while he was gone. It's… really nice. You can't help but lean in when you speak, not wanting the night to end because in truth- you missed them. Missed the simple closeness, the conversations, everything about them.

But once your bowl is empty and your eyes start to sag you force yourself to speak. “Okay, I think I'm going to turn in. I got super tired all of a sudden. Goodnight.”

You put your dish in the sink and start to head to the guest bedroom, rubbing at your eyes as exhaustion sets in.

“Where are you going?” Satoru asks curiously, halfway up the stairs as if he turned around and suddenly realized you weren't behind him.

“Guest bedroom?” You answer sleepily.

“You're not sleeping with us?” Suguru asks, a little frown making its way to his lips.

“Not tonight. Shoko said I need to heal a little more, that means one more night of uninterrupted sleep.” You remind, fighting back a yawn.

“So not because we messed up or anything?” Satoru asks hesitantly, gazing into your eyes as if they are a window into your soul, and by extension your lies.

You chuckle at his investigative tone. “No, I'm not mad. I'm just trying to follow docs orders.”

“Okay.” Suguru accepts with a nod. He and Satoru share a look as relief surges through them.

They walk back down the stairs and you meet them halfway. Satoru leans in and presses a kiss on the crown of your head and steps back, but not before slapping your ass.

You yelp and stomp on his foot. “What the hell?!?”

“Sorry, Honey, I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you in those shorts. Goodnight, see you in the morning.” He says sheepishly but without a hint of remorse.

“Weirdo.” Suguru mutters judgementally to Satoru before leaning in to give you a hug. His lips hover awkwardly over the crown of your head before he makes up his mind and kisses you, lips brushing across your hairline.

“Goodnight, Darling.” He whispers in your ear too lovingly.

“Goodnight, Sugu.” Three words sit on the tip of your tongue but you can't bring yourself to say them.

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Satoru tosses and turns, shifting uncomfortably under the covers. After the sixth time of him flipping onto his stomach, then onto his side, then back to his back Suguru speaks up. “For the love of god what is it???”

“I miss her.” Satoru whines pitifully, hiding his face in his pillow. “I was so excited to see her and then all the drama happened! Now she's not even sleeping with us!!”

Suguru sighs as Satoru clings to him, resting his head on his chest. Suguru's hands carding through Satoru’s pale strands comfortingly. “It's only for one night. Then she’ll be back right where she belongs. We have to let her heal completely.”

Satoru groans dramatically, refluffing his pillow aggressively even though he's actively turning Suguru’s chest into a head rest. “But she's already doing so much better. Her cursed energy is re-leveling out and the burns from the explosion are healed-!!”

Suguru lets out a sigh, cursing his boyfriend's impatience. “Satoru, it doesn't matter. Shoko knows best and we have to respect that. We're lucky she even let her out of the hospital wing a day early, you know how strict she is.”

“I miss her.” Satoru says honestly, letting his head hang low. “She's so warm- And soft, in a way you're not. You're all hard muscle and while I certainly don't mind that, you're hot, but it just feels like there's a piece missing when she’s not with us.”

“I've gotten used to her being here too.” Suguru confesses. “Her warmth in between us, her soft snores, her less than ‘safe for work’ sleep attire.”

“And did you see those shorts-?!” Satoru raves, dragging his hands down his cheeks as if going insane. “Oh sweet mother Mary and heavens above. They fit her perfectly. I'm so glad I got them custom made-”

Suguru breathes out a breathy mix of a sigh and groan. “She looked amazing. Her thighs- Wait, you got them custom made for us? How did you get her measurements?”

Satoru freezes, head slowly rotating on its axis to meet Suguru’s eyes.“I uh… don't worry about it.”

“You used your Six Eyes on her didn't you?” Suguru chuckles seeing right through him like Satoru probably saw through her clothes.

Satoru flushes as he tries to find an excuse. “Not in a weird way I promise!! I just needed a… closer look?”

“You're such a freak.” Suguru teases his boyfriend, poking him in the ribs chastisingly.

“You love me.” Satoru shoots back coyly as he tries to wriggle away from the slight tickling sensation.

Suguru leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Satoru’s lips, even after all this time it still steals both of their breath away. “Yeah, I do.” He whispers into the kiss.

After the kiss breaks Satoru turns and lays on his stomach so he can make eye contact with Suguru. “So… tell me about your week while I was gone? Or at least the first three days that passed without incident.”

“We did a lot actually.” Suguru says as he wracks his brain, passing over the baking, the pampering, the makeup, the movie marathon, and last but not least the spar that still makes his briefs tighten around him every time he thinks of it. “But the best thing? We sparred.”

“Did she take the loss well? She's a tough cookie but so competitive.” Satoru asks, eyes traveling over the strong line of Suguru’s nose.

“That's the thing, Satoru. She won.” He responds a little breathlessly.

“You let her win?” Satoru tries to clarify, tone confused.

“No. I had to use my full strength. I didn't take her seriously and she kicked my ass. She's gotten so much stronger.” Suguru says almost proudly, but something else in his tone clouding it.

“Really?” Satoru raises a brow, resting his head on his palm. “How much stronger?”

Suguru thinks for a moment,“She has learned how to consolidate her stolen cursed energy into tangible laser beams. It kinda reminds me of a more precise version of your Hollow Purple. Just not as…. you know, big.”

Satoru frowns slightly, his white brows pinching together. “Huh… guess I'll have to make a few calls in the morning.” But a few seconds later a smile is back on his face as he jokes.“But yeah, it's not the first time I've been bigger than average.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, elbowing him. “Anyways I was able to pin her and I was just there, in between her thighs, hand on her throat. She was covered in sweat, her eyes looked so… alive. Like she was having the time of her life. And I… I was so turned on.”

“Oh?” Satoru says in a tone that can only be described as ‘Tea? Spill NOW!’

“Fuck- Do you think she knows what she does to us?” Suguru asks, he can already feel himself hardening from the memories alone. “I can still remember the way her chest heaved as she was under me. How her thighs felt on either side of my waist. The way her cheeks were flushed and hair was spread out in a halo around her head on the mats. And the worst part?”

“Jesus, Suguru, do I even want to know? I'm already hard just imagining it.” Satoru grits out, hips rutting against the mattress.

Nonetheless Suguru continues because there's no way he can keep it in. “The grin that spread on her face when I realized I was beaten buried itself deep in my skull, I can't get rid of it... That she could blow my head off with a single blast. She looked so dangerous and sexy. I wouldn't have minded if she had done it. The look on her face, it reminded me of you. Of how you look after a particularly good fight. Flushed and absolutely glowing.”

“Fuckkk. Is that when you made out with her? No wonder you couldn't resist.” Satoru whines, sheets wrinkling under his fist.

“No… uh that was two days later.” Suguru answers tentatively, purple gaze flicking over to watch his boyfriend's reaction.

“Really? Tell me about it.” Satoru demands because if he didn't get to be there he's getting the best story time of his life so he can imagine it vividly.

Suguru takes a breath and starts.“Well we were sleeping and suddenly she started whimpering in her sleep. I thought she was having a bad dream and when she woke up I tried to comfort her….”

Satoru grins, sensing where it's going from a country mile away. “But it wasn't a bad dream was it?”

“It was a sex dream.” Suguru breathes out, mind flashing back to what you had told him happened in that dream. Him playing with your tits. Then making you cum on his fingers as he kissed you senseless? Damn it he need to stop thinking about it before he cums dry.

“I figured.” Satoru says cockily, a shit eating grin spreading from ear to ear as he prepares his question. “Of you?”

“Yeah.” Suguru breathes out, your flushed face and heavy breathing every present in the forefront of his brain.

“How'd you figure that out?” Satoru asks, a laugh escaping from his throat.

Suguru wets his lips, tongue getting caught momentarily on the cool metal of his snake bites. “I bothered her until she folded and told me. Then she told me the details and I just couldn't help it. That spar turned her on just as much as it turned me on. I pulled her on my lap. And you know how she had been going to bed with just a shirt and underwear? She was so soaked and warm, just dripping all over me.”

Satoru flips over at Suguru’s words, hand already shoving itself under the covers to palm at himself through his gray sweats. “Please, keep talking-!” He begs.

“I could feel her clenching around nothing against my abs and I couldn't just do nothing. She was just going to change her underwear- not even do anything about her arousal! It would've been such a waste.” Suguru rants, eyes rolling back.

Satoru grips himself hard before adding on. “God knows she probably was pent up, she's been with us literally all the time. She hasn't had time to rub one out in like a month and a half.”

“So…I helped her grind against me.” Suguru purrs out into Satoru’s ear.

“Oh fuck-” Satoru whines, hissing as he pulls his hard length from his sweats.

Suguru pants heavily as he rolls his hips into the air, wishing you were back on his lap where you belong.’“I don't even remember who kissed who first. Just that once I felt her lips against mine I didn't want to stop. They're so soft. Satoru, you wouldn't believe it.”

He lets out a desperate, filthy noise in response as he strikes his heavy cock at Suguru’s words. “Oh I know the feeling. Even with that shoddy kiss we shared before we went to Jujutsu Tech I was left craving more.”

Suguru releases a bitten off groan when he reaches into his sweats. “You wouldn't believe she's a virgin. The way she rolled her hips against me? Sinful. Pure sin. I almost came in my pants.”

“Yeah? How'd she do it?” Satoru keens, squeezing the base of his cock so he doesn't release then and there.

“She put her whole weight down on my lap. None of that tentative bullshit where she's worried it'll make me uncomfortable-” Suguru almost screams in pleasure when Satoru takes his words straight from his mouth and follows them to the letter.

“Like this?” Satoru hums cockily in his lovers ear.

“Yeah.” Suguru whines desperately, already sweating. “Then she rolled her hips back and forth, a mix of rocking and rolling. Like a boat on the ocean.” He describes needily.

“You could tell whenever I grinded into her in just the right way. Her hips would stutter and she'd whimper, Satoru- so soft, so quiet you could barely hear it.” Suguru whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezing shut at the arcs of pleasure shooting through his body as Satoru rolls his hips just like you had that one morning.

“Fuck- I need her I need her so bad. You're so lucky.” Satoru complains, head sinking low to rest in the swan-like curve of Suguru’s neck.

Suguru almost chokes on what he says next when Satoru trails his tongue up the side of his jaw, ending by swirling his tongue through his gauge. “Her thighs are so soft- I got to feel her ass, it was so plush. I just wanted to bury my face in it and never leave.”

“That's how I felt seeing her in those shorts- seeing her prancing around in the kitchen cooking for us? I wanted to bend her over the marble countertops and fuck her until it takes, until there's no doubt she's heavy with my child.” Satoru growls, muscles tensing like he's barely containing himself.

Suguru laughs as if the idea doesn't excite him as well. “The breeding kink still going strong, huh?”

“I'd get you pregnant too if I could.” Satoru declares, rutting into his boyfriend’s lap as if to prove it.

“Well what if I want to get you pregnant?” Suguru shoots back languidly, enjoying the slight pout- and better yet the flush that spreads across Satoru’s cheeks.

“Fuuuuuck. We're getting off topic- what happened next?” Satoru demands impatiently, not wanting to wait for the rest of the retelling.

“I trailed my hands up her waist and when I felt her tits? God, they're so perfect. They fit perfectly in my palms, like they were meant for me to squeeze. She would whine every time I teased her nipples. She couldn't help but writhe under my touch which made her grinding even better.” Suguru raves, shoving his hips up for friction against Satoru’s barely clothed bulge.

“Shit- I need more, tell me more. Give me more- I need you too.” Satoru releases a strangled sound that half dies in his throat as he shoves Suguru’s pants down his thighs.

****

You were tossing and turning for a different reason. No matter how hard you held your pillow over your head it did nothing to muffle the moans coming from the room above yours. It did nothing to hide the sounds of the bed frame smacking against the wall like a drum of pleasure only punctuated by your friend's broken moans.

Each time one of them would cry out you could only do your best to ignore the heat growing between your thighs at each breathy moan. At each scrape of the bed's legs against the hardwood. The creaking of the mattress and the sounds of slick skin hitting skin.

You groaned, rolling over onto your stomach. Not even pulling your covers over your head could dampen the sharp noises that forced heat to build up inside you. What the hell could they be doing that could make them moan that loud?

At first you were annoyed. Do they have no consideration? The least they could do is swallow their moans on each other's lips or into a pillow. Instead they had to make it everyone's problem by roleplaying being in a porno.

But then as the minutes ran on something in you began to tighten. You clench your thighs together, almost writhing under the sheets. Your hand creeps towards the waistband of your shorts before it freezes.

God, you need to get yourself together. This is exactly how you got into this mess in the first place!

Hastily you stand up, doing laps around the guest bedroom. The boys don't sound any closer to stopping, the moans only continuing to get louder.

You huff, laying back in bed. And then you lay there and lay there, and lay there even more.Fuck. You're so screwed. In the room above you the bed frame continues to rap against the walls and you squeeze your eyes shut.

It happens suddenly, your body feeling hot as if someone had turned your room into a sauna. Your entire body is flushed and sensitive. God, you can't take it anymore.

You rip your shorts off your thighs. The pads of your fingers sink beneath the thin cotton of the underwear you were too impatient to take off.

You let out a high pitched whine at the slight stimulation you've been craving. God, you're soaked. You almost want to kick yourself. All of this because you can hear your friends getting it off? You're sick.

And yet? You can't stop yourself from running your fingers up and down your folds, gathering the slick there. It coats your fingers, thick and sticky honey from the flipping in your stomach you can't shake when you hear their pleasure. Can't stop your muffled breathy moans from joining theirs in the air.

For a second you allow yourself to forget how fucked up it is… and the flood gates open. You imagine yourself up there, pressed underneath them. How Satoru would relentlessly tease you as he takes you apart piece by piece.

How he'd circle your clit torturously slow as Suguru whispers what a good girl you're being for them. Only speeding up his fingers when you beg for it as your back is arching up on the mattress. How Suguru would watch as he fists his cock, pumping it in time with each circle of Satoru’s fingers.

You know he'd get impatient at Satoru getting all the fun so he'd abandon stroking himself to suck on your tits, instead opting to rut into the mattress as he leaves his marks on you. Because you're his, always have been.

You imagine them kissing on top of you, their weight pining you into the bed, leaving you unable to escape. Not that you'd want to. If you're truly honest with yourself there's nowhere else you'd want to be than by their side. Their equal.

As the moans above you meet there crescendo your wrist moves even faster, forgetting the calculated circles. The need for friction overtakes the need for uniformity.

You imagine them kissing you at the same time, the closeness of not knowing where you end and they start. How warm their lips would be, the slickness of their tongues as they lick into your waiting mouth. The sting of Suguru's lip bites tearing at your skin.

Heat builds up deep inside up you, the hypersensitivity making your wrist stutter in its movements. But you don't stop because they wouldn't. They wouldn't stop until it became unbearable and you-

Your lower belly tenses and your breath catches in your throat as your orgasm wrecks through your body leaving nothing unshattered. Your fingers slow to a stop as your hips stutter and writhe against the sheets as you ride out the remnants of your release against them, pelvis still kicking up for gentle friction.

You lay there for a moment, hand between your thighs staring at the ceiling as you catch your breath, chest rising up and down rapidly. But then you sit up with a start- Why isn't the master bedroom headboard thumping against the wall anymore?

You can hear two pairs of footsteps defending down the stairs and you scramble to grab your discarded underwear and shorts off the floor. Barely enough time for you to put them on and jump under the covers before there's two gentle knocks on the door.

“Hey you awake, Baby?” Suguru asks quietly through the door in case you're asleep. Which you're not, because you were just gooning to your closest friends. What kind of sick fuck does that? You apparently.

You school your face, trying to will the heat from your cheeks. “How could I not be? You're both loud as fuck. Come in.” You say nonchalantly.

The door clicks as Suguru steps into the room, a pillow and blanket tucked under his strong arms, the low light displaying the corded muscles in an irresistible way. “Ah… you heard that?” He asks as if there's any doubt.

You raise a brow. “How could I not?”

“That.. fair. Sorry.” Suguru apologizes ingenuinely, you can tell from the glow in his features, one that only comes from good sex.

You can also tell by the shit eating grin on Satoru’s face. His ego always seems to grow three sizes everytime he gets his dick wet. “If it bothers you that much, Wifey, I might have to get our room soundproofed then.”

“That would be a good investment wouldn't it?” You ask rhetorically before bringing up the elephant in the room. “Why do you both have blankets and pillows?”

Suguru sighs, shifting his weight from one sock clad foot to another. “I know we can't share a bed tonight because you're still healing but can we sleep in here?”

“We've kinda gotten dependent on your snoring.” Satoru teases, stepping into the room and setting up shop on the floor next to the foot of the guest bed.

“What?!? I don't snore?! Fuck you!!” You exclaim, a new kind of blush rising to your cheeks? Do you snore? Why hasn't anyone ever told you?

Satoru laughs. “Yes, you do! But it's this adorable little nasally thing, super quiet. Just a little Wifey white noise we promise!”

Satoru turns towards his boyfriend to get him to back him up. “Right, Suguru?”

“Exactly.” Suguru nods, snakebites glinting in the light.

“So can we sleep in here?” They both ask, voices synchronized. Almost like cousins begging their parents for a sleepover after a family function.

“Knock yourselves out.” You sigh, trying to get comfortable in bed, your underwear still wet against you, molding to your cunt like a second skin. You lay there hoping and praying nothing in your room gives away what you were up to before they knocked on your door.

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You sleep in till ten and the boys let you. (You assume they felt bad over keeping to up with their activities, but little do they know the affect it had on you) No screaming matches over who gets to have the remote first or loud vacuuming plague your dreams. But no amount of sleep or quiet seem to make waking up in a pool of your own blood any better.

You'd think your own bodily functions would be something you keep track of but frankly with the whole almost going boom thing it hasn't been at the top of your head.

You peel Yourself out of bed, staring at the blood sticking to your thighs with distaste. Is this karma for the whole touching yourself to your close friends private moments? Yeah. Definitely.

Luckily the comforter has been saved from the carnage. But the sheets and the mattress cover? Not so much. The stain is about the size of your palm. Yay! Heavy flow girls unite! Said no one ever.

You pry the sheets off of the bed pulling them into a balled up mess in your arms and toe the door to the guest bed open after walking over the makeshift floor-bed the boys made the night before.

"Morning, Darling!!" Satoru greets as you walk past the large kitchen.

"Hey." Slips past your lips, the syllables deflated as you pass through, bedding still wadded up in your arms.

He raises a brow at you, already sensing something amiss with your mood. "You don't have to do laundry, you know? Staff comes in two days to make sure we have clean clothes for the trip back to Kyoto."

The mention of Kyoto has your stomach twisting. The Gojo estate is the fun destination of your wedding. Your only solace is that no one is invited. Not even your mother, is it wrong to say thank god? Old clan marriages are sacred, done only by a single monk from the groom's clan.

"I turned the sheets into a horror movie set." Is all you utter before stomping off to the laundry room leaving him behind where he's sat at the kitchen counter drinking orange juice.

Silently Satoru rises, trailing behind you in the hallway. You throw open the lid to the washer a little too forcefully before putting it back down again just as angrily because you have to spot clean the fucking stain first.

You grab the bleach and and an old toothbrush from one of the cabinets, wrenching open the bleach's lid so hard it flies off to god knows where. You pour some out onto the stains on both the fitted sheet and the mattress cover. Furiously buffing it out with the toothbrush as it bubbles.

"So it's shark week I see." Captain Obvious says teasingly- oops I mean Satoru.

You growl, trying to surpress the urge to wring his pale neck. "Take a wild guess, Satoru."

"Geez no need to be snappy with me, my little ketchup packet. I'm only your loyal servant for the duration of your cycle." The fanfare in his tone is clear as he takes a bow.

You sigh, setting the toothbrush down, already feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry. Just not feeling good."

"It's okay. I get it. Well I don't get it but I'm empathetic? Anything I can do?" He asks, leaning against the counter.

You pick the brush again. "Can you put the detergent, bleach, and fabric softener into the machine?"

He nods like he's recieved a god given order before saluting and rummaging in the cabinets. Victorious, he pulls out the jugs holding them up and turning towards the washer, opening up the tray and… suddenly looking a hell of a lot less victorious.

"Babe? How much do I put in and where?" He trails out, staring at the washer like it's a crypt containing the secrets of the universe.

"Detergent goes in the first slot, fill the detergent lid to three. Softener is up to the second line on the lid and in the second slot. And I'll do the bleach." You explain, as you add more bleach to the stain.

He blinks at you like you've spoken an entirely different language. "Uh… No yeah- it's fine I'll figure it out."

He lines up the caps on the laundry room counter, filling them up with utmost precision. His eyes glow with the power of his six eyes as he watches the detergent fill the cup, up up up, until it hits the third line.

You surpress a laugh at his antics as he repeats the process with the softener. "It doesn't have to be that precise, Toru. It's laundry not rocket science."

"My wife said fill the detergent to the third line and the softener to the second. So that's exactly what I'm gonna do." Satoru says earnestly.

You roll your eyes before continuing to scrub out the bloodstain on your sheets. You bring it closer, eyeing it intently before deeming it sufficiently scrubbed and throwing the bedding into the washer drum.

Satoru walks up carefully behind you, holding the measures out softener in one hand and the detergent in the other. You open the tray for him and he freezes.

"Uhhhh- Which one goes in which again?" He whispers timidly.

"Blue detergent goes into the first slot, and white softener goes into the second." You watch as a dumps them in a soft smile on your lips. "Good job, Honey."

The nickname slips out before you even realize it. For half a second you think he'll correct you even though he started the whole nickname craze but he doesn't. For once Satoru doesn't even comment, he just rests a hand on your hip, pulling you closer. And despite yourself? You find yourself leaning into his side. Your body molding in perfectly to his.

Satoru chuckles, the sound deep and soothing as it rumbles through his body to yours. "That wasn't so bad. What are we even paying the maids for? That was kinda fun."

"Probably because you have no idea how to fold." You tease, jabbing him with a finger nail.

"Hey-!! I can fold… socks." He defends pitifully as his hand sinks dangerously low on your back.

You ignore him as you pour the bleach in carefully to the last slot and close the tray. "Hey, Toru, you wanna start it?"

His face lights up like a Christmas tree, almost vibrating in excitement to do the almost mundane task. "Yes!! Okay what do I push?!?"

"First you twist the dial to the bedding setting." You instruct, still pulled into his side.

Satory twists it, the machine beeping with each mode he skips until he hits 'bedding.' Satoru then looks expectantly at you. "And?"

"Then you press start." You almost laugh at his lack of knowledge regarding common chores.

He presses the button with far too much enthusiasm and cheers once he can see the drum filling with water and rotating through the glass lid. "Yay!! We did it!! Laundry!!!"

He high fives you before picking you up and spinning you.

"Ugh- Don't squeeze me or else I'll turn into a ketchup packet for real." You protest when his muscular arms wrap a bit too tight around your waist.

He wrinkles his nose at that comment but doesn't say a thing because the last time (second year of jujutsu tech) he called anything regarding a period gross you and Shoko dragged him by his hair.

"Stop spinning her, Satoru. You're gonna make her sick." Suguru's voice rings out from the doorway before he acknowledges you. "Morning, Wifey."

The way he leans against the doorway and his lack of a shirt bring both you and Satoru to stare at him. It's impossible not to, with those tanned muscles and the criss-crossed scars on his chest from his fight with Toji on full display. Steam swirls up from a pink mug in his hand and his black snakebites glint in the overhead light of the laundry room.

Satoru sets you down, slightly chastised like a toddler being told to let go of his favorite toy, yet he can't stop staring either. Then Suguru holds the mug out to you and you grab it.

"Coffee?" You ask as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

"No, herbal tea and honey. Helps with cramps." He supplies as his free hand runs down your arm to interlace your fingers together.

You beam at his thoughtfulness until a record scratch goes off in your head. "Oh thanks- wait how did you know I was on my period?"

"I smelt it." When your face twists in disgust he laughs. "Kidding, baby, I just downloaded a period tracker on my phone when you had your last one and I got a notification this morning saying you'd likely start today. And once I saw you doing the walk of shame with the sheets I knew for sure."

You breathe out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god. I thought I stank or something."

"You don't stink. It's just a very wifey musk." Satoru cuts in, a shit eating grin on his lips.

You smack the back of Satoru's head. "I don't stink." You say firmly before sipping the tea Suguru made for you.

Suguru's thumb brushes the back of your hand as he leans into your ear to whisper. "I made banana pancakes."

"Not blueberry?" You ask with a slight whine in your tone that you would definitely be embarrassed over if you weren't so hungry.

His snakebites glint as the corners of his lips tilt up lovingly. "Of course with blueberries, who do you think I am, Darling? We have blueberries. And caramel. And whipped cream. But the bananas help with cramps so I added them to the batter."

"Damn. Maybe I should be marrying you instead of Satoru." You chuckle, bumping your hip into Suguru's.

"Hey- No! Back off my boyfriend!! And you-!!" Satoru exclaims, pointing to Suguru. "Back off my fiancé!!"

"Never-!! Run!!" You shout before you and Suguru sprint to the kitchen, Satoru hot on your heels.

"No!!! Runaway bride !! Get your asses back here before I eat them!!" Satoru screeches, each footfall of his extremely long legs bringing him closer and closer.

Your eyes widen at his weird comment. "What?!? Back off you perv!!"

You and Suguru slide into the kitchen, you almost crashing into a wall from how slippery your socks are but you recover, hopping into a chair at the dining table.

"Aaaaaand she's SAFE!!!" You yell out like you just slid to home base.

Satoru huffs, taking the seat across from you as Suguru dishes up the pancakes and garnishes them with your prepared toppings.

Once Suguru slides your plate in front of you and you start digging in, smirking slightly before flipping Satoru off, who is still currently plate-less.

Satoru gasps. "How dare you!!! Don't you know who I am? Satoru Gojo!!! The strongest sorcerer in the world!! I could obliterate you for that disrespect you know?!"

You scoff, pointing your fork at him. "You wouldn't dare. Who else would you use as a cover for your whole secret fruity lifestyle?"

"You're not just a cover." He says stubbornly before dipping a finger into your whipped cream.

You slap his hand away. "Back off. These are mine."

He yelps, yanking his hand back. "Jesus- I thought only dogs had food agression!!"

Suguru sighs before starting in a chastising manner. "Let her eat Satoru. She needs carbs."

Satoru lets out a dramatic whine, throwing his head back and slumping in his chair. "Fine. But where's my plate?"

"Come make it yourself. You ain't special." Suguru snarks.

Satoru gasps before bickering back. "But you made hers!!"

"And? She's my favorite and in pain at the moment." He cups your cheek, tapping your chin once to get you to open your mouth before dropping an ibuprofen on your tongue.

"Thanks," you mutter after you swallow it dry.

"No problem, Pretty." He sits down next to you, balancing his plate in hand.

Satoru lets out a whine before stomping off to get his own plate, whispering under his breath about 'chopped liver' and 'who does Suguru think he is?'

"Satoru and I don't have any missions until later tonight so I was thinking about running you a bath to relax your muscles. While I set you up a spot on our bed. Get your heating pad ready and everything." Suguru suggests, his hand patting your knee under the table.

You hum in agreement before realization hits you. "Oh wait. I have a mission tonight too-!"

"No you don't!!" Satoru cuts in as he sits back down, his plate massively overfilled.

You raise a brow at him. "Yes, I do. It's a few towns over so I have to leave at nine and probably be home late."

"Haha no. Me and Suguru are handling it. You're resting. At least until your flow is lighter and cramps stop. Plus we can get it done wayyyyy faster since I can teleport us there and back. So no commute for us." Satoru retorts before dousing his pancakes in syrup.

Suguru nods in agreement with Satoru. "He's right. You having to deal with this once a month is already bad enough. We're not having you do missions on top of it."

"Ugh, fine, yank my arm and force me to be lazy." You joke, already thinking about all the stuff you're gonna be able to do when home alone. Bake, draw, obsess and stress over the upcoming wedding, the sky's the limit.

"Atta girl." Satoru smirks, tapping his foot over yours under the table.

Suguru rests a hand on your thigh and squeezes gently before standing up with his empty plate. "I'm gonna go run you that bath."

"Suck up." Satoru jabs, sticking his tongue out childishly.

"You're just pissy you didn't think of it first." Suguru barks back as he rinses his dish.

Satoru pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "And? At least I'm not creepy stalker level obsessed with her. You track her periods."

Suguru blinks, suddenly retortless. "Oh boo hoo. Eat your pancakes."

"Fine. I will." Satoru retaliates brattily.

You muffle a laugh into your half eaten plate at their antics as Suguru stomps up the stairs to the master bathroom.

The water upstairs runs as you and Satoru shovel the rest of your pancakes into your mouths. The moment you polish of your plate Satoru basically snatches it from in front of you to take it to the sink.

When you raise a brown and he explains. "I have to up my game to keep up with Suguru's level of period pampering. Speaking of-"

He pulls out your chair and scoops you up in his arms. You've gotten past the point of protesting his manhandling, since the accident he's been way more hands. Not because he thinks you're fragile but because he almost lost you. And for some reason…? That scares him more than anything else.

So instead you just lean into his chest and wrap one arm around his shoulders as he positions you in his arms. One hooked under your legs and the other one cradling your back.

"One day I'm gonna uno reverse you and pick you up instead." You promise, as you try to ignore the strength of him wrapped around you.

"I don't doubt it, but maybe let me enjoy this? I like treating my pretty princess." He says the nickname in such a patronizing tone you know immediately that he's only saying it to piss you off.

"Pretty princess?" You hiss in distaste. "You're more princess like than me. Don't you literally break out in hives when your sheets aren't silk or Egyptian cotton?"

Satoru gapes at you, pretty lips forming an 'O' before he shuts it. "Hey- don't expose me like that. Plus it's not really an issue unless my infinity is off."

You roll your eyes as he starts walking toward the stairs. "So like always? Because in the past like- month and a half your infinity has been off unless you're out of the house."

"Well I like being able to touch you guys." He says it so honestly that you just have to make fun of him.

"You like touching us?! You disgusting Perv!!!" You exaggerate, flailing in his arms, which doesn't really work because he's strong enough to keep you securely in his grasp.

"Not like that." He whines exasperatedly. "Touch in my love language."

"I think that just means you're clingy." Suguru chimes in when you both reach the top step and join him.

"Not clingy. Just very very in love." Satoru coos, nuzzling into you cheek and you playfully push him away.

"Uh huh." Suguru says, entirely unconvinced. "Hey, Pretty, your bath is ready. I added lavender Epsom salts and bubbles."

"Bubbles?! Epsom Salt?! Why are you trying to make her like you more than me?!" Satoru shrieks.

"He's not trying he's succeeding." You add on just to poke at the caged beast of Satoru's ego.

Suguru laughs at your remark. "You go relax. I'll get our binge watching set up."

Suguru steps behind you after Satoru sets you down, twisting up your hair into a bun and securing it with a claw clip. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the now exposed junction of your neck and shoulder. Heat builds into your stomach as the kiss lingers and his snakebites drag across the sensitive skin.

"Yes, Sir." Is all you can muster as you hurry off into the bathroom to hide the flush in your cheeks.

When you slam the door before Satoru can slip in behind you he yells. "Hey wait!!! Wifey!! The tub is big enough for three!! Let me in!!!"

"No." The single word slips out as you start to strip for your bath.

"Pleaseeeeee. Baby, I'll be good!!! I won't even stare at your tits." Satoru begs, knocking on the door some more.

"No! Stop asking. It's my relaxation time." You snort, not believing him in the slightest.

"Fine…." Satoru whines and you can hear him slide down the door in despair.

The tub is perfectly warm when you sink in. The water's heat sinking into your tense muscles and relaxing them. This is exactly what you needed to soothe the ache in your lower back and the hormone induced soreness of your breasts.

You soak into the tub until the water is lukewarm. When you stand up and Suguru can hear the water dripping from your body into the tub he yells out. "I put towels and a change of clothes in the warmer for you!"

Your heart warms at his thoughtfulness as you wrap yourself in the plush towels. You can hear shuffling outside the bathroom as they put their finishing touches on whatever they're doing.

You dry off then put on your favorite lotion, the scent never failing to make you feel better. After you open the warmer again and pull out the change of clothes. It's Satoru's hoodie, Suguru's black sweats, a pair of underwear, and your favorite fluffy socks.

You grab a pad from under the sink and get dressed. Once you step out of the bathroom the curtains are closed, your favorite candles are lit, and the boys are sitting in expanse off the top large bed.

You climb in wordlessly, settling into the space between Satoru's spread legs. He grabs your heating pad and lays it out on your abdomen, his large hand smoothing it out before pressing it down to keep it in place.

"Good choice. Best seat in the house." Satoru purrs in your ear, his hand gently caressing your stomach.

"You run warmest." You defend as you lean even further into his chest.

"Is that so?" He teases, his fee hand coming up to pinch at your cheek.

You turn your head out of his grasp. "Yes. And if you didn't I'd be sitting with Suguru."

Satoru gasps in offense. "After everything I've done for you?!"

"And what have you done for her, Satoru? Carried her up some measly stairs and poured some detergent? I made her favorite pancakes from scratch, ran her a bath, made sure she had warm clothes and towels, AND set up the bedroom so she can relax and watch her favorite movie." Suguru butts in, kicking Satoru's foot with every act of care he lists.

Satoru moves his foot out of his boyfriends reach, curling it to the side. "Well I helped with that last one!! I kit the candles!"

"Well I got the popcorn and the snacks. And that's wayyyyy more important." Suguru counters as he scoots closer under the covers to you both.

"It's not a competition." You try to peacemake despite finding their dick measuring contest hilarious.

"Yes it is!!" They say in unison, deadly serious.

"And I'm winning. But back to Wifey pampering. Here's the remote. You put on whatever you want and we won't complain." Suguru says gently as he passes the remote to you.

You smile softly at him as he curls in next to Satoru. Suguru's hand lifting to rest on your thigh comfortingly as he rests on his boyfriend. You all cuddle up as you start your favorite show.