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Gojo Satoru, at 28, is as lonely as he can be.
He doesn’t have a soulmate, unlike his other friends.
He especially feels lonely when he’s currently hanging out with them, not having a partner next to him. All of them–Satoru, Shoko, Utahime, Kento, and Yu–are sitting at a restaurant together. The table is set up as Kento and Yu sit on one side together, Utahime and Shoko on the other. Satoru is sat next to Shoko and Yu, being the third wheel on that little side.
“Have you had any luck finding your soulmate yet?” Shoko questions. She's the closest friend and longest friend as they’ve known each other since middle school.
“Not yet,” he sighs. He slurps up some of his fettuccine. “I don’t understand how all of you found yours so quickly and I haven’t got a single hint at all. Does this mean I don’t have a soulmate or something?”
“You know about dreams, right?” Utahime butts in.
“Dreams?” Satoru questions aloud.
“When both you and your soulmate turn 28 and you two haven’t found each other yet, you’ll start to get dreams of them. It usually consists of you two together in a different universe,” Utahime explains.
“How do you know about this?” Satoru questions.
“Heard about it from the internet. Some people say that it’s true.” Utahime shrugs. “I’m not sure though, but maybe you’ll get dreams of them soon.”
“I hope so.” Satoru stuffs the rest of his fettuccine into his mouth, his lips being stained with the white sauce once he’s finished. Kento gives him a disgusted look.
“Wipe off your mouth, you look gross,” Kento comments, dabbing his own napkin onto his mouth. Yu looks up from his own plate, red marinara sauce splattered around his mouth, even up to his cheeks. Kento looks at Yu, who gives him a cheeky smile. He sighs, dabbing his own napkin onto Yu’s face, Yu having a smile while Kento helps him.
“Hey, don’t complain about my face when your boyfriend’s even worse!” Satoru whines.
“Yours is different though. It looks like you finished sucking off someone’s dick,” Shoko bluntly states. Utahime smacks her head, shushing her loudly.
“Shush, this is an Olive Garden! No need to be talking about that at the dinner table!” Utahime scolds Shoko. Shoko gives her an offended look.
“Kento implied it first!” Shoko complains.
“She’s right,” Satoru agrees. He licks off the sauce by the side of his lips, then rubs his hand onto his mouth to see if there was any left. Utahime stares in disbelief while Shoko has a hand over her mouth, trying not to giggle. “What? Is there something on my face?”
“No, no! I’m just trying not to laugh because of Utahime’s reaction. She’s going to scold you, you know?” Shoko giggles. Utahime looks even more annoyed.
“Be quiet, Shoko,” Utahime mumbles to her girlfriend. She turns over to Satoru, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Go wash your hands.”
“Why?” he questions innocently.
“Because–ugh, nevermind! You’re just being an asshole!”
“And you told me to shut up!” Shoko exclaims, catching Utahime swear.
“Shit–I mean, oops!” Satoru and Shoko start giggling loudly. “Ugh, be quiet!”
“You guys are so immature,” Kento says, sipping some of his tea. Yu nods in agreement.
“You can’t even agree, Yu! You eat like a pig and your drink is chocolate milk. I wouldn’t be saying a word!” Satoru complains, to which Yu’s jaw drops.
“It’s not my fault that the spaghetti is so good! Also, chocolate milk is very nutritious,” Yu says.
“It’s not,” Kento butts in.
“Whatever. Also, aren’t you the one that needs to have something sweet in his mouth every hour or so? You haven’t been able to get rid of that sweet addiction. It’s been a decade, aren’t you grown up?” Yu jokes, making everybody cackle, except Satoru. He pouts, rolling his eyes.
“It’s a way to get stress off my mind.”
“You’re going to get diabetes soon. It’s a surprise you haven’t,” Kento says.
“Maybe that soulmate of yours will help you with that addiction, getting you to suck on something else possibly.” Shoko gets smacked in the head again by Utahime for saying that. “Hey, it’s better than dying!”
“I wish. That would be nice, having some pussy in my life,” Satoru comments.
“What happens if it was dick? You can be like Kento and Yu,” Shoko says, making the boyfriends blush.
“Eh, never thought of dick. It would be nice, I guess,” Satoru shrugs.
“Oh my gosh, Satoru saying that he’d suck dick was not on my 2024 bingo card,” Shoko jokes.
“Hey, if my soulmate really was a dude, then I’d have to deal with it. I wouldn’t mind having a boyfriend. They can be similar to girls, right?” Satoru had never thought of his soulmate being a boy, until now. For his whole life, he’d just assume that he would have a girl as a soulmate since that was what his parents taught him. He didn’t know what LGBTQ+ was until Shoko and Utahime found out they were soulmates. Now thinking of it, a boy could be a bit nicer than a girl.
“Nope,” Shoko and Utahime say at the same time.
“Not even a femboy?” Shoko and Utahime shrug.
“It really depends. If you do have a guy that’s a soulmate, I feel like it would be some big, bulky dude, something you wouldn’t expect,” Shoko comments. Kento and Yu nod in agreement and Utahime doesn’t symbolize anything.
“Big and bulky? Are you saying that I’ll be the femboy in the relationship?” Satoru questions, offended. He definitely isn’t some femboy. He’s actually a decent muscular dude and is super tall, so that helps.
“You already look like one,” Utahime says.
“I do not!”
“You kind of do with your face and the clothes you wear,” Shoko agrees with Utahime.
“Aren’t femboys supposed to be the younger ones in a relationship? I’m apparently the older one between my soulmate and I since they haven’t turned 28. Also, my soulmate could be a girl, you know? Praying that they’re not like you two,” Satoru says.
“Femboys could be the older one, depending on the appearance,” Shoko says, pausing to sip some of her drink. “I’m assuming if your soulmate was a guy, he’d be around the same age as you. It’s not common for people to have a soulmate that’s two years older or younger than them.”
“I don’t want to date anyone too young. A lot of young people are so immature these days,” Satoru says with a shiver.
“Satoru, your millennial self is showing,” Yu points out.
“It’s not! I’m only telling my truth!” Satoru isn’t wrong, that’s for sure. Most people these days will party and waste their money on dumb stuff rather than saving up and becoming successful, like Satoru.
“Not really,” Yu sighs. Satoru rolls his eyes.
“Should we start counting the days until I get a dream with my soulmate and I?” Satoru questions, hand on his chin, his thumb rubbing it. “I bet I’ll have my soulmate in less than a month!”
“I’ll guess that he’ll have his soulmate in around six months!” Yu exclaims.
“I’ll go for a year,” Shoko says.
“I’ll go within two years,” Kento says.
“He’ll never have one,” Utahime says.
“No hope for me? I’m so hurt,” Satoru says dramatically. Utahime gives him a nasty look.
“Nobody wants to be with your ass,” she responds.
“I’ll definitely have one! What’s today, by the way?” Shoko pulls out her phone.
“February third,” she says.
“Starting today, we’re betting on when Gojo Satoru’s soulmate will suddenly appear!” Satoru exclaims, slamming his hand on the table, then winces. “Gah, I shouldn’t have done that.”
—
Satoru stares up at the darkness in his room as he lies in his bed. His hands are on his head, clenching onto his hair. He lets out a deep sigh, adjusting his hands off his head to his blanket.
“Will I ever get a soulmate?” he mumbles to himself, his eyes shifting from the ceiling to his hands that are resting atop of the blanket. “I’ve been the odd one in that group all these years. They all found each other in high school while mine seems to be nowhere.” Satoru feels tears well up in his eyes. He shuts his eyes tightly, taking deep breaths, then his eyes open again, staring up at the ceiling again. He shuts his eyes one last time, falling into a deep slumber.
~~☾~~
“Gojo Satoru, I need you to go to the office.” Satoru looks at his coach, basketball in hand.
“Why?”
“Just go,” his coach sighs. Satoru gives him a look of confusion, dropping the basketball that’s in his hand. He leaves for the office, wondering why he needs to go there. He’s been good this year! He hasn’t gotten into any trouble, nor hasn’t done anything bad recently.
He opens up the office door once he gets there, revealing the counselor sitting at the desk. Satoru stands there awkwardly, unsure on what to do. She makes a gesture to sit down, so he shuffles to the chair.
“What do you need, Mrs. Fujiwara?” He asks and glances down at the paper that was in front of him. It’s his recent report card. “My grades?”
“As you can see, you have a D in calculus. We’ve noticed your math grades from the previous years and noticed that your math grade seems to be the lowest, bare minimum of passing.”
“Isn’t a D passing?” She shakes her head in a way that says yes. “Why do I need to be in here then?”
“Gojo, you’re a smart student. You have A’s in the rest of your classes except math. You have a lot of opportunities to get a scholarship, especially with your basketball skills. Your math grades are ruining this opportunity, so…” She trails off.
“So?”
“We’re going to get you a tutor.” Satoru’s eyes widen.
“What?”
“Look, we want you to excel in school. We found somebody that can help you.” Mrs. Fujiwara gives him a paper. “This will be your tutor, Geto Suguru. He’s in the same grade as you and is very smart. He’ll be able to help you.”
“It only shows his contact information,” Satoru states. All the paper has is a name, a phone number, and where to meet. Apparently, they’re going to meet in the library tomorrow. “What does he look like?”
“You’ll see tomorrow.” Satoru stares at her in disbelief.
“Not even his hair color?”
“He wears his hair in a bun. It’s easy to find him, I can assure you that, or he’ll find you.” Satoru glances down at the paper.
Geto Suguru…
“Alright.”
“You may be excused.” Satoru gets out of his seat, the paper in his hand crumpling a little bit. He goes back to basketball practice, making an annoying announcement.
“I'm back!” he yells in the gymnasium. His teammates glance to see who’s at the door.
“Hey, why did you leave us?” Masumi questions who is a teammate of his.
“Apparently I need some calc tutor. I thought I was doing just fine, but the counselor doesn’t think so.”
“I thought you were good at every subject. Don’t you have all A’s?” Masumi questions, and Satoru shakes his head no.
“All A’s, except in math, and it always has been in math.”
“Wow, I thought you were perfect in school like you were perfect in basketball.” Satoru giggles at Masumi’s compliment.
“I wish I was practically perfect in school.”
“Who’s your tutor?”
“It’s this one guy. His name is Geto Suguru. I don’t know who he is, but he’s apparently really good at math and would be able to help me, even though I feel like I don’t need the help much.”
“Geto? I know who he is. He’s popular with the ladies for his looks and his intelligence. He’s a big nerd since he’s our valedictorian, but there’s been rumors about him being a bad boy, like having tattoos, secret piercings, and riding motorcycles.” A bad boy? As a tutor? Is it a way to disguise him as a better person?
“A bad boy, eh?”
“I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him yet. His popularity is near yours.” Satoru’s eyes widen. Someone as popular as him is pretty impressive since everyone knows him in the school for his looks, his D1 basketball skills and the amount of money his parents have.
“Is he nice?”
“Apart from his looks, he’s really nice! I’ve interacted with him once, and I swear, I almost fell in love with him.” Enough for a guy to fall in love with him?
“Oh, really?”
“Yes! He’s gotta be the most attractive guy I've seen. If I was gay, I’d totally smash.” Jeez, okay.
“I’ll find his Instagram or something or I’ll ask him for a face pic. The counselor gave me his number. I can always wait too since our first session is tomorrow.”
“Please tell him that I said hi. Geto seems like a good person to talk to, but I’ve been nervous.”
“Are you talking about Geto Suguru?” Akito, a second year on the team, butts in. “He’s really intimidating, but he’s kind. I don’t know much about him except that bad boy rumor and the girls that he’s dated.”
“Oh, thanks,” Satoru says.
He really has to do some stalking when he gets home.
—
He couldn’t find any tea about Geto last night while he was stalking.
He did find his Instagram, which had thousands of followers. Not as much as Satoru’s, but still, a lot. He also had barely anything posted, only one post that didn’t even include a full face, a highlight of himself, a highlight with food pics, and his fluffy cat named Soba.
Who would name their cat Soba?
While scrolling through the pictures of Geto, none of them were full faced, for some strange reason, but he was pretty in the mirror pictures and side angles. He can see why a lot of people admire him.
It’s after school, and Satoru has to go to the library to meet Geto for tutoring. He’s nervous, strangely, his fingers tapping constantly on the straps of his backpack.
He walks into the library slowly, looking around at the tables to find a black-haired boy with a bun. It takes him a while though since Geto is in the back. He’s reading a book, the book covering up his face, Satoru not being able to notice his features. His bun isn’t hidden, so that’s how Satoru could tell that it’s him.
“Hi, you’re Geto Suguru, aren’t you?” Satoru questions, approaching the table while waving. Geto places the book down on the table, looking up at him with his violet eyes.
Holy shit, he is hot.
“Ah, I am. It’s a pleasure to work with you, Gojo.” God, even his voice is nice. Geto holds out a hand, and Satoru accepts, giving him a handshake. Geto gives him a smile, giving a gesture for him to sit down. Satoru sits patiently, a bit anxious as his hands fidget on his lap under the table. Geto grabs some stuff from his backpack, putting it on the table. “I was told that you struggled a bit in calc, so I’ll be here to help. We want you to have that good grade to get into a good college, you know?”
“Yeah.” Geto gives him another smile, it being a closed lip. It’s one of the prettiest smiles Satoru has ever seen.
“Alright, I have my notes from last year that I took. You can take a picture if you want since it could help you a bit more.” Geto hands him a notebook, filled with useful information, colors, and very nice handwriting.
“Your handwriting is pretty,” Satoru compliments. Geto lets out a small chuckle, scratching his cheek with his pointer finger.
“Thank you.” Satoru takes some screenshots of Geto’s notes, admiring how neat it was. All of Satoru’s notes are messy; maybe that’s why he’s failing math.
“Have I ever seen you around before? I would’ve recognized such a pretty face if I had before,” Satoru flirts, giving Geto a wink. Geto doesn’t blush or get shy, like most people do.
Is he straight?
Wait, why is he flirting with a guy?
Satoru, himself, blushes furiously, hiding his face in his hands. Geto laughs, a bit muffled, his hand over his mouth.
Even his laugh was pretty, Satoru thinks, his eyes peeking from a hole between his fingers.
“There’s no need to be so embarrassed, Gojo. We did have English together in our first year. I wasn’t as popular back then, nor very recognizable. My face was covered in books most of the time,” Geto explains. Satoru has to go through his mind to find anybody in that class that pictured Geto.
First year English… black hair… violet eyes… good at studies.
“Did you have shorter hair?” There’s only one dude he can picture. He would sit in the back of the class, and he had black hair, just like Geto. The only thing was he wore glasses and his hair was short, not too short, the kind of short where you could barely put it in a bun. “And glasses?” he adds.
“Yeah, that was me. I was super nerdy.” Satoru’s eyes widened. No way! This dude had such a big glow up in the span of two years! He’s so hot now!
“Dang, you had a glow up.”
“I know. I barely got any attention from the girls back then, unless they wanted help for an assignment.”
“I’m assuming you get a lot of attention now. You’re attractive.” Geto smiles softly, but doesn’t show any hints about being embarrassed. He probably gets it a lot, he’s used to it.
“Not as much as you. I swear, you’re always surrounded by girls whenever I see you. I’m surprised nobody has approached us yet.”
“Oh, you’re right about that.” Satoru looks around to see if anyone’s peeking through the shelves, but no one’s there. “Usually, there’s one girl that wants to talk to me.”
“I think they haven’t noticed us since we’re in a hidden part of the library, or it’s because there’s two instead of one.”
“Two instead of one?” Satoru questions, but the only response Satoru gets is a smirk from Geto. It embarrassingly takes him a second to figure out what he means by that. “Ohhh, yeah! Two of the hottest guys sitting by each other. They’re totally nervous.”
“For real.” Geto opens up a folder, giving Satoru a sheet of paper. “We should get started before our time is extended. You can use the notes I gave to you, and I want you to solve these out, alright? I’ll look over them once you’re finished, and I’ll help you on what you got wrong.” Satoru sighs, sad that their conversation was switched, but he nods starting to do the assignment.
An hour goes by, and Geto’s notes help a lot. He’s able to solve most of the problems, but doesn’t get all of them right. Geto helps him by explaining it in a step-by-step manner. He doesn’t know if the reason is Geto’s explanation is just better than the teacher’s, or if he had a nice voice that’s soothing and something that can repeat in Satoru’s mind all day, but he’s able to understand it, for once.
“You understand it now?” Geto questions, his chair now propped by Satoru’s instead of being across like before. Satoru nods with a smile.
“Yeah, you’ve helped me a lot, thanks.”
“It’s no problem.” Geto packs up his stuff. “When are you free?”
“Um, I’m not sure. I have practices after school, and I really can’t afford to miss practice.”
“Can you ask your coach at least? If you can’t, then we can either do early morning tutoring or weekend tutoring.” Satoru definitely doesn’t want to do early morning tutoring. He hates waking up early. As for weekend tutoring, he doesn’t want to do schoolwork on the weekend.
“I’ll ask him. I can try to plan out tutoring once a week.”
“That’s perfect.”
“If he says no, then would lunch be alright?”
“Lunch?” Geto’s face scrunches. “I like to eat and talk with my friends, so no thanks.”
“Aren’t I one of your friends?” Satoru pouts.
“We’ll see. For now, you’re my student.”
“Here, I can do tutoring on the weekends, as long as you take me out after. From hanging out, we’ll be best friends,” Satoru compromises. Geto considers it, then gives out a small nod.
“Sure.”
“Perfect!” Satoru squeals, getting out of his seat. He packs up his stuff, putting his backpack over his shoulder when everything is cleaned up. “I’m going home now. You can come to my place on Saturday for tutoring. I’ll message you my address.”
“Alright.” Geto moves the chair he was sitting at back to its original spot. “See ya.”
“See ya!”
—
The more Satoru looks around, the more he sees Geto.
He sees Geto in the halls, chatting with some fangirls. He’ll see Geto at lunch, sitting outside with his friends. Hell, he even ran into him in the bathroom once! Satoru swears that Geto was everywhere.
Currently, he’s panicking. He doesn’t know why he is! All he’s doing is having a tutor session with Geto at his house. Geto will be in his room.
He’s tidying his room like crazy, his room being spotless. He does better than the maids that work in the house.
“Gojo, someone’s at the door. He may be one of your friends.” One of the maids enters his room. “Why is it so clean here?”
“Thanks!” Satoru books out of his room, rushing downstairs to open the door. He opens the door to reveal Geto in casual clothing, looking a bit shocked.
“Hi,” Satoru says.
“Hi.” Geto eyes him up and down. “Did you run to get to the door?”
“Uh.” Satoru scratches his head, trying to ignore the rising heat on his cheeks. “You can come in.” Geto lets himself in, then stands awkwardly. “Is something wrong?”
“Should I take off my shoes?”
“Yeah.” He does as Satoru says, but still stands awkwardly after.
“What now?”
“Oh, lemme show you to the room, but before that, would you like to have anything to drink? We have lemonade, tea, water, juice, soda, milk, almost everything.”
“I’m fine with water.”
“Pssh, that’s basic.” Satoru goes to the fridge, taking out water and throwing it to Geto. Geto catches the thing with one hand. “That was an impressive catch? Do you do sports?”
“I go to the gym,” Geto responds.
“How often?” Satoru takes out a Dr. pepper from the fridge, closing it.
“3 times a week.”
“That’s nice. Let me lead you to my room.” Geto simply nods as Satoru takes him to his room. When they get there, Geto seems impressed, probably due to how big his room is. After all, he does live in a mansion.
Geto sits on the carpeted floor, pulling out some stuff that they’ll need for today. Satoru goes to his desk to grab out a binder and a pencil. He sits down across from Geto, accepting the paper Geto gives him.
“I want you to do this. Just ask me if you need any help.” Wow, Geto is a dry talker, Satoru’s mind supplements, starting to do the problems on the assignment. Again, most are simple from Satoru looking through Geto’s notes for the past couple days, so he finishes it in a short amount of time.
“Here, I’m done!”
“Already?” Geto takes the paper from Satoru’s hands. He looks up at Satoru from the paper, giving him a ‘come here’ gesture. Satoru does, now the both are sitting down next to each other. Their knees brush, which makes Satoru’s heart skip a beat.
“You did this one wrong. You seem to-” Satoru spaces out, staring at Geto’s violet eyes. They’re so pretty, some of the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. Satoru knows that he has pretty blue eyes that people always bore into, but Geto’s can be a competition. His gaze goes down to his lips, plush and soft, not dry and chapped like other boys. The lips stop moving after some time.
“Gojo, are you okay?”
“Eh?” Satoru’s eyes move from Geto’s lips back to his eyes. He seems uncomfortable and a bit worried. “I’m fine.”
“Were you listening to what I said?”
“I was.”
“Can you repeat some of the things I said?”
“Um,” Satoru starts out. Shit, think of something! Geto waits with a smirk, a cocky one.
“So you weren’t paying attention.” Satoru looks away, earning a laugh from the shorter man. “Eyes up,” he says with a snap of his fingers. “If you don’t listen, we’re not going to hang after this, understand?”
“I understand.” This time, he isn’t so distracted since Geto has to snap his fingers every 15 seconds to explain.
“You got it?” Geto questions when he is done with his rant.
“Pretty sure I do.” Satoru redoes the question with Geto peering over his shoulder. His heart’s beating so crazy, Geto’s probably able to hear it.
Why is he so nervous about another guy? He’s never felt like this around anyone else.
“Ah, you got it right,” Geto praises when Satoru finishes the question. Satoru feels his face getting a bit warm. He scratches his neck, biting his lip to stop the blush coming up on his cheeks.
“Great.”
“You’re a quick learner. I feel like you won’t need anymore tutoring by next month. From looking at it, I bet your teachers aren’t that good or you’re just a bad note taker.”
“Keep tutoring me more!” Satoru blurts out, then covers his mouth with his hand, the embarrassment seeking it from saying something so stupid.
“Eh, really?”
“Pretend I never said anything,” Satoru says. “Are we done?”
“I think you’ll be fine. When would you like to meet again? Did you get that permission from your coach?”
“He said we could meet every Monday,” Satoru says.
“We won't meet this Monday. Would next Monday be alright for you?”
“That’d be fine with me.” Geto gives him a thumbs up, packing up his bags. Satoru stares at him, wondering if Geto remembers.
“Where do you want to go?” Geto questions. Satoru almost sighs aloud. He remembers!
“I was thinking we could go get crepes.”
“As long as you’re paying, then that’s cool.” Geto puts on his backpack.
“Why are you so dry?” Satoru questions bluntly, and he has to put his hand over his mouth because he feels stupid as shit now.
“Ah, you've noticed. I apologize. To be honest, I’ve been a bit nervous. I’m not used to talking to the most popular and richest guy in the school.” Geto’s eyes are averting from Satoru, a small blush dusted on his cheeks. How come his blush is cute?
“You don’t have to be nervous around me. I’m just Gojo Satoru!” Geto giggles at that, glancing up at Satoru with a smile.
“That’s good to know.” Geto stands up. “Are you sure you want to be friends with me?”
“I’ve been trying to be friends with you since I first met you, dummy.”
“Alright then,” Geto says with a smile. “Let’s go get crepes, Mr. Gojo.”
—
Satoru’s munching on his sweet crepe topped with strawberries, bananas, and nutella with some vanilla filling inside while Geto’s eating his ham and cheese crepe with vegetables inside.
“How come you didn’t get a sweet crepe and got savory?” Satoru questions, mouth full of food.
“Please don’t ask me a question when you don’t have food flying out of your mouth.”
“Sorry,” Satoru says into his mouth, swallowing his crepe. “Why get savory and not sweet? Crepes are meant to be sweet.”
“I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I’m not a picky eater; I do like sweets, it’s just I’d prefer eating something that’s savory and salty rather than something sweet.”
“Eh, I can see it.”
Geto gives him a confused look. “See what?”
“I can see you not enjoying sweets very much.”
“I said I’m fine with sweets, not disliking them. I just prefer other things than sweets.”
“Do you not have a least favorite food?” Satoru questions, then takes a big bite of his crepe. Geto shakes his head no.
“I never had anything I disliked.”
“Wow, you’re weird. Everybody should have food they dislike the most.” Satoru licks at the corner of his lip to get off some whipped cream that was left there.
“I’ll eat anything. I’m not picky, unlike you, apparently.”
“I’m not picky!”
“Alright then, what’s your least favorite food?”
“Alcohol.” Geto’s face is judging.
“Alcohol?”
“Too bitter.” Satoru sticks his tongue out. “I drank a cup of it once and didn’t feel good. Woke up with the worst headache ever, dude!”
“I’m not surprised. You seem like the type to have a low alcohol tolerance.”
“Should that mean something?” Geto shrugs, finishing up the last of his crepe.
“I don't know. You give off the type to hate alcohol.” Geto grabs a napkin, cleaning off his mouth and fingers. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Anything that’s sweet. Super sweet things, not dark chocolate.”
“Yeah, that makes sense now.”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.” Geto says quickly. Satoru stares at him in disbelief, but decides not to comment on it.
—
It’s been over a month since the tutoring has started, and Satoru and Geto have been getting close. They sit with each other at lunch sometimes and hang out after school once in a while. During all these times, it makes Satoru realize something.
He likes Geto Suguru, in a romantic way.
Will he ever confess his love to Geto? Absolutely not. That will be too embarrassing. He’s the one that gets confessed, not the one confessing. It doesn’t fit his popular kid reputation.
Satoru is staring over at Geto while the both are sitting on the rooftop together. They’re eating out of Geto’s bento box, Satoru mainly being the one gobbling down Geto’s food. It’s not like he can help it much! The food is absolutely delicious and he wants to give props to the chef (Geto) for making a masterpiece lunch. Suddenly, Geto glances towards him.
“Is something wrong?” Satoru doesn’t respond right away, only staring at Geto still. There’s also something else that was stuck in his mind, something that he hasn’t asked Geto yet.
“Hey, you know that we’ve been getting closer and closer, right?” Satoru starts off, and Geto nods slowly. “I was wondering if we could perhaps go on a first name basis. I really, really want you to call me Satoru.”
“As long as you call me Suguru, then I’m alright with it.” Satoru smiles brightly, his heart pounding with excitement.
“That’d be amazing, Suguru.”
“I guess the deal is settled then, Satoru.” Suguru practically purrs, which has heat rising up to his cheeks.
Yep, he’s definitely in love, and he definitely wants to hear Suguru call him that over and over again on a constant repeat.
“Satoru?” Suguru questions, flicking his cheek. “You’re zoning out, and your face is turning pink. Are you sick?” Satoru feels the blush growing on his face, probably very red right now…
“Ah, I like the way you say my name,” Satoru stammers, scratching his neck, face red as a tomato.
“Oh,” Suguru says, his own face having a dust of pink on it too. “I like the way you say my name as well.”
It turns awkward for a bit, Satoru trying to calm his red cheeks back into the normal, pale shade they are. Suguru decides to start up the conversation. “You know, you’re cute when you’re embarrassed. It’s like seeing a different side from the confident person you are.” Satoru lets out a noise, an inhuman one.
Yeah, dying seems like a good idea.
—
Satoru and Suguru are having a conversation at Satoru’s locker, Satoru leaning on the locker and Suguru standing across from him. Suddenly, some brown haired girl went up to the two.
“Gojo, I need you,” she calls out. Satoru and Suguru both turn to her, confused and slightly annoyed. Suguru seems to recognize the girl since he rolls his eyes.
“Shoko, why did you need Satoru?”
“You’re on a first name basis,” the girl–Shoko deadpans. “Whatever, come here, you freak.”
“I’m not a freak!” Satoru yells.
“Your appearance is, and those glasses don’t help at all,” she points out.
“You’re mean. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“It’s urgent, come on.” She takes Satoru’s hand forcefully, dragging him away in a secluded spot where there was no-one around.
“What do you need me for?” He questions loudly, and she shushes him, putting a finger on his points.
“Jeez, you’re loud as fuck,” she whisper yells. “Don’t break his heart.”
“Eh, what are you talking about?”
“I know you have a reputation with relationships and all that, so I don’t trust you. A little birdie told me that he liked you, but is scared to confess.” Satoru freezes, thinking that he knows how the birdie may be.
“Is the birdie Suguru?”
“No shit, Sherlock. Anyway, I know that you like him too, you’re very obvious.” Satoru averts his eyes in embarrassment.
“I thought it was hidden well.”
“You randomly start hanging with him out of the blue, you take him away from me, and you stare at him like you want to devour him or something.”
“Are you in love with him or something? Are you trying to scare me away from him?” Satoru feels a pit of jealousy in his chest, but at the same time, there’s no way this Shoko girl can be in love with Suguru! It just seems like she’s warning him.
“I’m lesbian.”
“Ah,” Satoru sighs in relief.
“Anyway, ask him out. You want him, he wants you, so don’t be a pussy and man up!”
“It’s not easy to ask someone out, from what I’ve heard. I’ve always been the one getting confessed, not the one confessing,” Satoru admits, twiddling his fingers. “How should I do it? Where does he like going the most? What’s his favorite restaurant? Should I buy him flowers or chocolates or other extravagant gifts?”
“Jeez, you really are into him,” Shoko mutters. “He’s a simple guy so you don’t need to do much for him. If he’s with you, he’s happy, and that’s all that matters.” Shoko leans into him, whispering into his ear, “Do it,” and leaves him standing there. Satoru places his hand over his heart, noticing how fast it was beating.
Geto Suguru likes him. Geto Suguru likes him back.
Holy shit.
—
The library is crowded today, so Satoru and Suguru are in an empty classroom.
The lights are shut off, but the bright, yellow sun tints the room yellow, it being golden hour. The boys push two desks together, the desks being across from each other. Satoru’s finishing up his calc homework, his tongue sticking out as he finishes the last problem.
“Aha, I’m done!” Satoru exclaims once he got the answer. He hands the paper to Suguru, who’s already looking at him with a small smile. Suguru accepts the paper, looking through the problems, nodding at each one of them.
“They all seem correct to me. Congratulations.” Suguru hands him back the paper, and Satoru’s smile is wide.
“Thanks to you for being a great tutor.”
“Ahh, it’s no problem.” Satoru puts his paper back in a folder, looking back up when the folder is back in his backpack. Suguru’s staring at him with a fond expression, smiling a little bit, his face leaning on his hand. His eyes shine in the sun, showing off the pretty purple they are.
He looks beautiful.
Satoru leans close to him, taking his strand of hair into one of his fingers, twirling it. Satoru gulps, thinking about the opportunity he could take.
“He’s a simple guy so you don’t need to do much for him. If he’s with you, he’s happy, and that’s all that matters.”
“Suguru,” Satoru murmurs out. Suguru’s attention from the strand of hair Satoru’s twirling around goes to Satoru’s face.
“Hm?”
“Someone told me that you like me. Is that true?” Satoru breathes out, his heart pounding furiously in his chest, swearing that it’s louder than his own voice. Suguru’s expression is fond, then turns to surprise, a bit scared.
“Um.”
“Don’t lie to me. I don’t like liars, you know?”
“I do,” Suguru says after some time. “It’s fine if you don’t. I understand that since you’re straight. I don’t want to lose our friendship over this since I really do enjoy the time we spend together.”
“I like you too.”
“Huh?” Satoru takes his hands into Suguru’s, squeezing them.
“I like you too. I’ve liked you since I first interacted with you at the start of our tutoring sessions. I find you beautiful and smart and kind, and I don’t want to lose you either.” Suguru stares at Satoru with wide eyes, but he starts laughing, a pink blush growing on his cheeks. He places his head down on the table, still laughing, squeezing Satoru’s hands tighter. “Is… everything okay?” Satoru asks in concern. Suguru laughs more to where he’s losing his voice from laughing so hard.
“I’m just happy.” Suguru lifts his head up, revealing his cheeks being bright pink and a cheeky smile on his face, his eyes crinkling from how hard he’s smiling. Satoru stares in amazement at how cute Suguru looks at this moment.
“I really want to kiss you,” Satoru states, then realizes what he said, pressing his lips together hard before any other silly things come out of his mouth.
“Go ahead. What’s stopping you?” Suguru’s eyes are averted from Satoru’s, flustered. Satoru is panicking like crazy, his mind spinning and his heart rate increasing.
He sighs heavily, letting go of Suguru's hands that he’s still holding and placing it on both of Suguru’s cheeks. He leans in, his lips placed softly on Suguru’s. He closes his eyes as Suguru kisses him back, his head tilting a bit to deepen the kiss. It’s a heavenly experience, the best kiss Satoru has ever had. They pull away, a soft noise being made when their lips disconnect. The two stare at each other before locking their lips again. This kiss is deeper than the first one, Suguru’s tongue brushing on Satoru’s upper lip. He lets him in, their tongues tangling around. They pull away again after a minute, a line of spit being connected to each other’s mouths when they let go. They both stare at each other awkwardly.
“So, how was it?” Satoru asks nervously.
“You’re a very good kisser,” Suguru says, wiping his mouth.
“Same as you.”
“Does this mean we’re dating?” Suguru pops out the big question.
“Only if you want to. In my opinion, I’d love us to date.”
“I want us to date too,” Suguru agrees with a smile. Satoru cheers, getting out of his chair to jump and down in excitement. Suguru bursts out laughing again, trying to hide it with his hand, but failing miserably.
“I swear, this is the best day ever!” Satoru exclaims, pulling Suguru out of his seat also to spin him around. As they spin, Suguru falls onto the floor, laughing so hard that he’s clutching his stomach. Satoru joins him, leaning on the leg of a desk as they both laugh.
“I’m sorry, but you’re so cute,” Suguru responds, still choking up some laughter.
“Cute?” Satoru squawks.
“Look at you, cutie pie,” Suguru jokes. He goes over and pulls Satoru’s cheeks. “Aww, aren't you the cutest?”
“Stop, I'm literally going to kill you,” Satoru says threateningly. Suguru chuckles, giving Satoru a peck on the lips. For some reason, Satoru’s face turns red.
“Hah, can’t help it! You really are the cutest.” Suguru gets comfortable in Satoru’s lap, placing a finger on Satoru’s lip. “And the hottest.”
“Omg, get off of me!” Satoru yells, pushing Suguru off of his lap, flustered. He jumps up, grabs his bag, and runs out of the classroom. He can hear Suguru’s laughter as he did so.
Once he gets outside of the school, he accidentally runs into Shoko, who’s smoking. She notices him, giving him a confused look.
“What’s got you all flustered up?”
“Suguru,” Satoru says, taking a breath. “Me and him, we’re dating now.”
“Wow, took you a while to say something.”
“Hey, it’s only been two weeks!”
“Good job, though. At least you said something before it was too late.” Shoko pats his shoulder. “I’m leaving now. I don’t want to be caught again.” She walks away from him, leaving him alone. Satoru slumps down, hiding his face in his hands, shyly smiling to himself.
He did it.
—
Today’s Satoru and Suguru’s first date.
Nervousness is an underestimate of how Satoru feels.
He’s terrified.
The thing is, he's been on plenty of dates with plenty of other girls before. He was never nervous for those, or that could be because he didn’t have any intense feelings for them, unlike the feelings he has with Suguru.
Ugh, he doesn’t know what to wear!
He’s been shuffling through his closet for the past twenty minutes, finding something to wear on their date. He doesn’t know if he should go casual or fancy. Satoru picks up one of the many suits he owns investigating it.
“We’re not even going anywhere fancy!” He whines to himself, hanging up the suit. “I guess I should be casual. Fancy casual? Lazy casual?” Satoru scrolls through the sweatshirts he has, the t-shirts and the jeans he has, still freaking out. His watch buzzes when he finally picks a sweatshirt that he’ll wear for today.
Suguru: I’ll be heading over in 10.
“Shit!” Satoru screams. He grabs a random white t-shirt and baggy jeans to go along with the gray sweatshirt that he picks out. He checks himself in the mirror to smoothen out his hair a bit. Once he thinks he looks decent, he rushes out of the house with some shoes, his wallet, his phone, and car keys to head over to the destination he said he’ll meet Suguru at.
—
It’s been two minutes since he’s arrived, and he’s currently standing at the pole, waiting for Suguru. He’s scrolling through his phone, hoping a message will pop up from Suguru, saying that he’s here.
“Hi,” a voice says next to him. Satoru jumps a bit, startled that someone appeared right next to him without Satoru noticing. It’s Suguru, waving at him with a smile.
“Hi,” Satoru says back.
“Did I make you wait too long?”
“Nah, I didn’t get here long ago. Ready to head in?”
“No.” That earns Suguru a confusing look from Satoru.
“No?”
“I forgot something.” Suguru leans into Satoru, giving him a peck on the lips. Satoru stands there for a second, not reacting. “Perfect! Let’s go in.”
“Oh, yeah,” Satoru says when his brain comprehends. He goes ahead of Suguru, holding the door. Suguru giggles and lets out a thanks as they go inside the bowling alley. “This is my favorite bowling alley since I could play for an hour only for $13, which includes shoes.”
“How often do you go here?”
“Once a month, usually. I like spending my time here,” Satoru says before talking to the cashier. “What’s your shoe size, Suguru?”
“12.”
“Can I get one 12 and one 13?” Satoru hands Suguru’s pair to him and takes his own from the counter.
They go to their area, which is lane 8, one of the farther lanes from the door. They put on their shoes, and Satoru goes to the rack of bowling balls. Satoru takes two 16 pound bowling balls for the two of them, placing it on the ball rack.
“Do you want another size?” Satoru asks, and Suguru shakes his head no.
“I’m fine with a 16.”
“You sure? It’s quite heavy.”
“Satoru, I go to the gym often. I can assure you that 16 pounds could be no deal.” Suguru looks up at the board, noticing that he’s the one that goes first. “Watch.” Suguru rolls the ball with ease, getting a strike. “Too easy,” Suguru says with a smirk, going over to Satoru. “I think I deserve a kiss for getting a strike on the first roll.” Suguru taps his lips with a wink. Satoru leans in, kissing him. Suguru tilts his head to deepen it a bit, and when Satoru really gets into it, he pulls away.
“What was that for?” Satoru whines.
“Remember, we need to have public decency,” Suguru whispers into his ear. “It’s your turn, by the way. Let’s not waste all of our time flirting with each other.”
“Fine.” Satoru grabs a ball. “Can we make a deal?”
“What deal?”
“Every time we strike, we give the other a kiss.” Satoru rolls the ball, getting a strike. “Like now.”
“On the cheek, and we have a deal. I don’t want us to look too ground out in a public space.”
“But there’s no one around us!”
“Still.” Suguru goes over, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Maybe I should fail on purpose.”
“Nooo, don’t do that.” Suguru’s smirking at Satoru, then turns back to the lane. He rolls, getting another strike.
“Wow, I'm on a roll today.” Suguru pats a finger on his cheek, which has Satoru rushing to give him a peck.
“Yay, it’s my turn!” Satoru rolls, but he doesn’t get a strike. All the pins knock down, except for one. It has him falling onto his knees, letting out a frustrated groan.
“You’re so overdramatic. We have another hour at least, so I’m sure you’ll get plenty of strikes during the time we have.”
“I better! I just missed out on you kissing my cheek!”
“You’ll live.”
“I won’t.”
“God, you really are cute.” Suguru scrubs his head, going to the lane for another turn. Satoru rolls his eyes to him, cheeks dusted pink.
The two play and play until the hour is over. Suguru wins by 100 over Satoru. He laughs in Satoru’s face, earning a punch in the arm.
“Did you drive here, bus, or walk?” Satoru asks, taking off the bowling shoes to put on his regular shoes.
“I walked since it’s not far from my house. Why?”
“Can I drive you somewhere? We have another destination.”
“What will we do at this destination?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I am.”
Satoru smiles. “Perfect.”
—
“Wow, this is my favorite place to eat at,” Suguru says when they go to the hole in the spot Satoru finds. Shoko said that Suguru’s favorite food is soba and that the best soba spots are the hole in the place ones, so he found this.
“Ah, that’s good.” The two go sit at a table that’s there. A worker comes over and gives them two menus. The menu doesn’t have much, it only being a page. One side is the actual food while the other side is appetizers, drinks, and deserts. “What do you get when you’re here?”
“Cold soba.” Suguru puts the menu down, staring at Satoru.
“I’m going to get the tanuki soba.” Satoru puts his own menu down. “I haven’t had soba in a while.”
“I have soba every week. I often come to this place, and I even have a discount for being one of their regulars.”
“Oh, hi, Geto!” The same worker says. “I didn’t recognize you when you came in. I’m assuming you want the normal stuff?”
“Yep.”
“And what about you, Geto’s handsome friend?” Satoru chuckles at that.
“I’m going to get the tanuki soba.” The worker nods.
“Any drinks?”
“I’ll have water,” Suguru says.
“I’ll have some cola,” Satoru says as the worker takes their menus. Suguru sighs when the worker is gone, straightening up. Satoru notices, asking, “are you okay?”
“I’ve been having a great time on our date.”
“Me too.”
“But there’s something I need to tell you.” Satoru’s heart sinks a bit.
“Okay.”
“You know that we’re going to graduate soon and go to college, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I want to do neuroscience as my major. I applied into some prestigious colleges, and I got accepted into some. One of them is Yale, and they were the best for this program. I’m going to pursue my dream and go there,” Suguru explains.
“Oh.” Satoru feels his heart shatter, but he keeps a straight face. “That’s good for you! Where’s Yale at?”
“Connecticut, in America.”
“Oh,” Satoru repeats.
“I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore, and that’s okay. Long distance is hard, especially for college students that would be busy constantly. You can break up with me now, and I’ll understand; although, I’d prefer being with you for the time I have.”
“I don’t want to break up with you. I’m glad that you told me now then later to give me a heads up.” Satoru smiles at him. “It does suck that we’re not going to be on the same continent anymore, but we’ll make it work.”
“Are you sure? We only have another month until we have to make our final decision.” Satoru takes his hands into Suguru’s, planting a kiss on Suguru’s hands with a wink.
“We can make it work, and I bet that we can make long distance work.”
“Hopefully,” Suguru sighs, pulling his hands away. “Sorry that I ruined the whole mood with that.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s good that you gave me a warning.” Satoru’s still upset, his heart hurting, but he keeps up a straight face for the sake of making Suguru not feel so guilty about him leaving Japan after high school.
“Water for you, Geto, and your cola, young man.” The waitress places their drinks down. “Sorry for the wait, but your food will be out shortly.”
“Thanks,” Suguru says with a kind smile. He turns his attention back to Satoru, peeling the wrapper off his straw, placing it into the ice water. “Which college are you planning on going to?”
“Um, I’m not sure. I have good grades, plus my skill in basketball, but I don’t think I’m worth enough to go into a college like you. I'm probably going to stay in Japan, unless I get some good offers in America.”
“I feel like you’re good enough to get into a good college. You have all A’s, except for the year you did in chemistry and all your math classes, right?” Satoru nods. “You’ll definitely get into a good college.”
“I honestly need a college that has a good business program. I don’t really care for the price since my parents have plenty of money to send me to a good place.”
“You’re going to do business?”
“My dad’s forcing me to. I don’t mind it much. I’ve never been very good at deciding on what I want, so I’m fine with doing business to take over my father’s company,” Satoru sighs. He doesn’t want to do business, he wants to be an astronaut instead, but he knows his parents won’t support his decision. He needs the money anyway, so it’s best to go into business, then maybe he can–
“Find something that you enjoy, Satoru. Don’t listen to your father,” Suguru says, taking a sip of his water. Satoru shrugs, drinking up his cola.
“I feel like business is the best decision for me anyway. I mainly want to focus on basketball for the time I’ll be in college.”
“Sorry for the wait, Geto! Here’s your cold soba and the tanuki soba. I hope you enjoy it.”
“Thanks,” Satoru and Suguru exclaim at the same time, opening up their chopsticks and digging into the food.
“Mmm, this is pretty good,” Satoru says with food still in his mouth. Suguru slaps him.
“Have some manners,” Suguru responds when he swallows. “You eat like a pig.”
“I do not,” Satoru says, offended.
“You have broth on your lips.” Suguru grabs a napkin, dabbing it on the side of Satoru’s lips. “You do look cute while eating, but eat in a nicer way, Satoru.”
“I only eat like this when the food is a perfect 10! No need to judge, judgy pants!” Satoru goes back into his bowl, chugging up his food in minutes. When he was done, he looked up at Suguru, who was still on his plate. “You eat so slow.”
“I like to enjoy my time eating something. If I’m not fond of something I eat, then I’d eat it quickly so the taste would go away.” Suguru eyes Satoru’s bowl. “Did you seriously drink all the broth too?”
“Yep!” Satoru says proudly, licking his lips.
“Hah, piggy.”
Satoru squawks at Suguru’s insult.
—
“We should hold hands,” Satoru whispers to Suguru as they enter the school. Suguru looks down at their hands, linking his pinky with Satoru’s.
“Don’t we do that often whenever we’re alone?” Suguru whispers back, linking their hands together. Satoru purposely bumps into him.
“Yeah, but I want to show everyone that I'm dating the hottest guy in school.”
“I didn’t expect you to be the jealous type.”
“Not really,” he lies. He’s jealous, quite jealous of the stares Suguru gets and the way girls approach him, wanting to be with him. He hates it. He wants Suguru to himself for the month that he has.
“You’re such a liar.”
“I am not!”
“You’re an easy person to read.” The bell rings, meaning that they have to go to class. “Look at the time. I’ll see you later, Satoru.” Suguru kisses his cheeks, then departs, earning gasps from people around them. Satoru places his hand on his own cheek, smiling at how bold Suguru could be.
When Satoru gets to class, he has plenty of acquaintances approach him before the bell rings for class to officially start.
“Are you dating Geto?” A girl asks him, her hands on her desks, leaning towards Satoru in amusement, curiosity.
“Yep! Me and him have been dating for a bit,” Satoru brags.
“I never thought you’d be gay,” Ren says, a mutual classmate.
“I’m bisexual.”
“Do you like both men and women?” Another girl questions, bumping into the conversation.
“That’s what being bi is,” Satoru states. “But yes, I’d date both men and women.”
“Are you and Geto going to keep dating after high school? Are you going to try long distance?” The first girl questions. Satoru stiffens, thinking of a response.
“I’m letting the decision be solely on him. Preferably, I’d want to be him, but I feel like it’s best if he makes the decision since he’ll be going to America for college.”
“America?” Ren and the two girls exclaim at the same time.
“I know, it sucks! We’ll probably be doing long distance.” He hopes they’ll be doing long distance.
—
“Hey, I want to make a bet,” Satoru says out of nowhere, finishing up an English assignment. Since both him and Suguru have the same teacher, they decide to work on it together.
It’s been around two months since they’ve started dating, and things have been going great, except for that gut feeling about Suguru leaving for the States once he graduates college.
Oh, he really doesn’t want that to happen.
“What bet?” Suguru glances up at the assignment to give Satoru his attention.
“Every time I make a basket at my next game, you owe me a kiss.”
“Deal,” Suguru says, and Satoru’s eyes widen, not expecting Suguru to give into the bet so easily.
“Yay!” He cheers, earning a giggle from Suguru.
—
At the game, Satoru tries the hardest he can, not for his team to win, but to get those kisses from Suguru.
Every time he and Satoru make eye contact, Satoru sends a wink and blows a kiss to the dark haired man. Suguru pretends to fan himself, letting out a breath, and then sends a smirk and wink back at Satoru.
“You’re more concentrated than usual,” a teammate of his points out.
“Yeah, I have a little someone watching me,” Satoru says. His teammate looked at the bleachers and found out about who he was talking about.
“Ohh, you going to have fun with him later?” The teammate asks, in a sly voice.
“Depends.” Satoru smiles giddily to himself, then prepares himself for the second half of the match.
At the end of the game, Satoru ends up making 12 goals, which is quite impressive.
When Satoru’s finally free, he steals Suguru, taking him to the locker rooms, going into the back stall, shoving him onto the wall.
“So I made twelve goals,” Satoru starts out. “Does this mean I get my twelve kisses?”
“Well, that’s what we betted on.” Suguru takes a hold of his chin, giving him a peck. “There’s one,” he mumbles. He gives him another peck, a bit longer than the first one. “Two.”
“Why such small kisses?” Satoru whines.
“Hush, brat, you’re fine.” The third kiss is long but soft. Satoru melts into it, his arms wrapping around Suguru’s neck. Suguru pulls away, not very far though, the feeling of each other’s breath blowing on their faces. Suguru licks Satoru’s bottom lip, Satoru accepting the tongue, eyes shutting naturally. Suguru is in control for a minute, then he pulls away to take a breath. “We’re at four now.”
“Ugh, your kisses are lame,” Satoru complains.
“I thought you liked-” Suguru gets cut off by Satoru smooshing his mouth into his.
This kiss was rough, tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clacking together. Satoru moans softly at how good the kiss is, his hands moving down to Suguru’s waist to get a better grip.
“Seven more,” Satoru whispers, diving back in again, this kiss just as rough as the one before. Their hips are grinding together, Suguru letting out these breathy noises. It’s turning on Satoru a lot, a bit too much. He grabs Suguru’s hair that’s up half up half down, yanking onto it as he falls to the toilet, Suguru sitting on Satoru’s lap as they make out. He grabs onto his thigh, pulling him closer and closer until-
“Gosh, I’m exhausted!” someone says as they enter the locker rooms. The two boys pull away from each other.
“Fuck,” Satoru whispers, albeit angry. He’s all pent up from the kissing.
“Seven,” Suguru says, giving him a peck on the lips. “Eight.” A peck on his cheek. “Nine.” A peck on his other cheek. “Ten.” A peck on his forehead. “Eleven.” A peck on his forehead. “And twelve,” Suguru breathily whispers, diving back in to get one full kiss before pulling away. “Satoru.”
“Yes.”
“Go under the stall so it looks like we’re using the bathroom instead of making out.”
“Why do I have to crawl under?” Satoru exclaims a bit too loudly, Suguru having to cover his mouth with his hand.
“Do it.”
“Fine, fine!” He crawls under the stall, going into the next one–which thankfully, no one is in–and walks out, acting like nothing happened, going to his teammates. He goes to the locker where his regular clothes are, changing out of his basketball uniform.
From the corner of his eye, he sees Suguru sneaking out of the bathroom, rushing towards the door to exit. Satoru smirks to himself at Suguru’s successful attempt of escaping without Satoru’s teammates not noticing him.
—
“C’mon, you have to finish your study guide,” Suguru mutters into the kiss Satoru is giving him.
The two of them are on Satoru’s bed, making out. Satoru gets bored after doing most of his study guide for calculus with Suguru’s help, so he starts to kiss him. At first, it’s small pecks, but it expands into more, getting intense to where they have to move on the bed.
“Satoru-” He gets cut off by Satoru’s tongue curling into his mouth. Suguru moans lightly, digging his finger into Satoru’s broad back, pulling him closer. Satoru tangles his fingers into Suguru’s hair, deepening the kiss. They grind their hips together, rough breaths coming out of their mouths, their skin getting warmer from the intensity of the kiss.
After a minute, they pull away to get some breaths. Suguru sighs heavily, shoving Satoru down on the bed, Satoru’s back hitting the sheets.
“Getting kinky, eh?” Satoru jokes, staring at Suguru on top of him with lustful eyes.
“You have to finish your work,” Suguru breathes, getting off the bed, going back to the floor.
“So mean of you! Can’t we just make out for the rest of the time, maybe do even more?” Satoru teases, rolling onto his side.
“If you finish your study guide, and it ends up being practically perfect, I’ll work something out for you.” Well, Satoru definitely wasn’t expecting that to work. He rolls off the bed and starts finishing his study guide, feeling Suguru’s eyes boring into him.
He better get something good out of this.
—
Luckily for Satoru, gets something good out of it. He ends up getting a 98% on the exam, bumping his grade up to a low A, him ending up with straight A’s for the end of the semester.
He’s never felt so proud of himself, and it’s all to the help of Geto Suguru, his tutor and his boyfriend.
“Suguru!” Satoru exclaimed, rushing over to Suguru with his grade in his hand.
“Satoru! What did you get?” Satoru proudly showed his 98% with a smirk.
“Thanks to you, I’m able to be good at calculus.” Satoru took Suguru into a hug, kissing his neck. “I’m so thankful that I’ve met you.”
“Me too,” Suguru said, patting Satoru’s back, smiling into Satoru’s neck.
Lucky for him, he doesn’t have to do calculus anymore. He’s just graduated high school with Suguru and Shoko by his side. He kisses Suguru, giving him a big smooch on the lips, jumping into his arms. Suguru giggles, kissing him back. Shoko scoffs beside them. Satoru flips Shoko off, pulling away from the kiss and hug.
“There’s no need to be jealous of Suguru and I,” Satoru reassures Shoko. “You’ll find a girlfriend eventually.”
“You’re so annoying,” she mumbles. Satoru runs away with Suguru in his hand, Shoko following behind him.
“WOOOO!” Satoru yells, throwing off his cap into the air, Suguru and Shoko doing the same.
“Thank god, I'm done with high school,” Shoko sighs, grabbing her cap from the air.
“I feel the same,” Satoru agrees. He looks over at Suguru, who seems a bit sad. He tilts his head, asking, “are you okay?”
“Huh, I’m fine, I guess.” Well, he definitely doesn’t sound fine. His tone was sad. “Actually, can we talk, Satoru? In private?”
“Sure?” Suguru drags Satoru to a secluded area where nobody’s around. Suguru sighs, sitting down, looking down at his lap. Satoru knew well that this isn’t good news.
“What’s up?” Satoru starts out, placing a hand on Suguru’s thigh for some comfort.
“Satoru, I love you.” Satoru’s eyes turn wide like plates from the confession, his hand squeezing Suguru’s thigh a bit tighter.
“I love you, too-!”
“-But I think we should break up.”
…What?
“Excuse me?”
“For now?” Now, Satoru’s more confused than devastated.
“Huh?”
“Satoru, I love you, I really do, but I don’t think I can do it. A long distance relationship is hard, and we’re going to be thousands of miles apart. I don’t think it’ll work out after some time because what happens if we find someone better?”
“I don’t think I can find anyone better than you.”
“You don’t think,” Suguru emphasizes. “Here, we can still be friends. I just think a relationship won’t work for the time we’ll be apart. Maybe when we graduate, we can reunite and consider being in a relationship again, only if none of us are dating anyone.”
“You just think,” Satoru emphasizes. “We can work! I know that we can keep this relationship together.”
“Satoru, it’s best not to.” Satoru’s heart sinks into his stomach. He will make this relationship work.
“Look, I’ll call you everyday. I’ll visit you every break we have since I have the money to. I can even try and apply to a college that’s near you so it wouldn’t be a long distance!” Satoru tries compromising, his heart pounding, hoping that his plan will work.
“Stop dreaming, Satoru.”
~~☼~~
Satoru wakes up in a cold sweat, shooting up from his bed.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles. He just met his soulmate in his dream.
Geto Suguru, a man with long, black hair and violet eyes.
Yeah, he has to write this down and tell this to Shoko.