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Being completely infatuated by his physics teacher was the last thing Geto Suguru expected when he got into High School.

And maybe, “infatuated” was an understatement to convey just how head over heels he truly was. 

Everything was going well a year ago. Suguru was about to start his first year of High School, and since his parents wanted a better education for him, they decided to move places from the little village they inhabited in the outskirts of Japan, to Tokyo. 

He grew up in a place where everyone knew each other, so the change of location was a little overwhelming, even though Suguru was excited for it. He had no problems living in the small village as he grew up. He had a very happy childhood with friends he knew since he was born as their parents were friends, he went to school with the same people and never gave his parents a headache. He was a very active boy, loved to play all types of sports and learned a little of karate with the retired teacher who lived close to his house. And even though his school was small, his notes were good enough to grant him a place in Jujutsu High, the best public High School in Tokyo.

His parents were overjoyed that he was accepted into a public school with an excellent education not too far away, since they couldn’t afford to pay for a fancy tuition. Jujutsu High had a good name for the fact they had very renowned teachers that chose to work with teenagers who didn’t swim in old money or connections. Many of their graduates went to attend reputable colleges, further solidifying Jujutsu High’s reputation among other top schools, most of which were private ones. 

When they moved to a small, cozy apartment, just big enough for his tiny family, Suguru felt the contrast from their previous home with its courtyard and crops his mother tended. So, determined to embrace this new chapter, Suguru decided to make some changes of his own. 

Convincing his parents to allow him to get a few piercings wasn’t easy; he assured them he wasn’t going to do drugs, spend his allowance on places he shouldn’t be going at fifteen or beating people up to take their money. All because he wanted a few piercings. Eventually, they relented, trusting Suguru's judgment, especially since he had never caused them any concern before. They had become more open minded since he came out to them at thirteen, giving them a lot of time to adjust to the idea that Suguru might not conform to all their expectations. At least he didn’t ask for permission to get piercings and kiss boys on the same day, he would probably give them a heart attack. 

Two months before his classes started, he finally got four piercings on his right ear, gauges on both of them (maybe he should have done one at time though, his mother almost passed out when she saw it, but oh well). And he also got a nose ring. He was really excited about his new looks, and already planned to do more piercings when he got older, on his tongue would be nice… Maybe some tattoos, but he was taking it slow. His parents were open-minded but he decided not to do too much at once so as not to scare them to death. 

And on his first day of High School, Suguru came home flabbergasted while holding a warning to take every single one of his piercings off to the next day of classes. Look, all he knew about Tokyo was that people would be a lot more cool looking than the farmers at his village and there would be a lot of kids who probably didn’t look their age. It was a public school, he really thought that the dress-coding would be less strict than normal. His parents had told him that probably wasn’t a good idea to go there looking like that, but he still tried. They were right and Suguru just felt like he lost all of his new charming traits. 

He really wanted to express himself more now that he was older. Ever since he met the grandson of one of the village grannies who had both of his arms covered in tattoos and countless piercings, he thought that it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. He had found his style then, he just couldn’t pull it off at the time. The 360-degree turn his life made was his chance to finally learn about himself and find who he wanted to be, but apparently, he would have to keep that outside the school.

In fact, having piercings attracted a lot of attention to him on the first day. He was a new face, he came from a place a little far from Tokyo, he had piercings and he was handsome. So, of course people would gather around him the moment they heard the signal. Suguru was very friendly with everyone that talked to him. He wanted to start with the right foot and make a lot of friends since he couldn’t keep in contact with his old ones. Therefore, he created a good impression on everyone in the classroom, trying to engrave all the names he could to his brain. 

But there was one person that attracted his eyes more than anyone who flooded him with questions and compliments; a girl sitting at the last chair in the corner of the classroom who didn’t give a shit about him. She had short brown hair, a beauty mark under her eye and spent the entire time sucking on a lollipop and typing on her phone. 

He was summoned to the principal’s office when the last signal soared and everyone in the class gave him a thumbs up and a pat on his back before they left. As he saw the girl gather her stuff to leave, he quickly did the same and caught up with her at the door to start to walk beside her.

“Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Geto Suguru.” He said, walking a path he totally didn’t know, only following the girl's footsteps.

“Ieiri Shoko,” She replied and finally looked at his face for the first time, “Nice piercings.”

“Thanks, I think they’re not gonna be here for long, though.” He gave her a small smile and saw the corners of her mouth turn up.

“For sure,” She offered him a lollipop and he refused, so she stuffed it inside her backpack again, “It’s a pity, finally someone here looks kinda cool.”

He shrugged and she opened her mouth again as they turned around another corridor, stopping in front of a door.

“Are you going in with me to the girls bathroom or…?”

That’s when he realized he had no idea where the principal’s office was. He didn’t receive a tour or anything, so he was a little lost to where was what. He looked at Ieiri with wide eyes and she cackled.

“Man, you’re a funny one, I like you.” She said and started to walk in the opposite direction, he didn’t know if he should follow her or not, thank her or not. “I’m going to take you to the office and then do my things. They could have at least sent someone to get you instead of using that radio announcement as if you’re going to be sentenced to jail.”

“Thanks, Ieiri-san.” To the help, he knew how to respond. The rest he wasn’t so sure so he just huffed a laugh and nodded along.

“Just Shoko is fine. I’ll call you Suguru, then.” Shoko, his apparently new… friend? said to him. 

“Yeah, that’s okay.” He agreed. They walked until they stopped in front of a wide brown door. “Thanks again for the help, Shoko.”

“Don’t mention it. See you tomorrow.” She waved and walked off.

Suguru felt like he was just picked up by Shoko than actually befriended her in a normal manner like he did with his other classmates, but at least looked like they were in for a good start.

———

Principal Yaga, on the other hand, was a weird man. He had too many dolls in his office, enough to make anyone sitting in front of him uncomfortable. He was a little intimidating, with his big structure and sunglasses indoors, his voice stern but not too oppressive. 

Suguru sat in his office and as they talked. Yaga was actually very tranquil. He put his elbows on the table, crossed his arms, and looked at Suguru, who sat straight as a board, before saying.

“I know you’re in the age where you start to create your style, your sense of self. I understand all of that, Suguru, but the school dress-code is not something that I created, there’s people above me. Very traditional people, who still have a very closed mindset.” 

As he sighed, Suguru nodded. He didn’t want to put up a fight on his first day, much less give problems to the principal just because he wanted to use something his parents warned him about beforehand. He would learn to live with it. 

Yaga straightened his posture, “This school is not too strict just because of its teachers, Geto, not because of the administration. Your teachers are your best allies here. I am too, I will try my best to do what I can for you students. However, I also just work here. There’s only so much that I can do, and unfortunately, granting you permission that isn’t granted to others is not within my jurisdiction.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” Suguru relaxed a little on his seat. He just got what he expected, and Yaga was less scary than he thought, he could work with that. “Thank you for warning me, from tomorrow onward I will follow the proper dress-code.”

“Thanks for understanding, Geto. You’re free to go, I hope to not see you in my office so soon.” He moved his hands as he shooed Suguru off. And with a light bow, Suguru left. 

———

Because of that, on the second day, Suguru went into the trouble to take everything off his face, mourning a little as he looked at his normal appearance in the mirror. Now, with his nose ring gone, his bangs were the only thing framing his face. He sighed sadly and proceeded with his day.

Having befriended Shoko the day before, Suguru was surprised to find her sitting at the table beside him in the very front of the class when he entered.

“I traded places with the guy who sat here.” is what she said.

“Can you do that?” Suguru frowned.

“I don’t know, but I did”, she shrugged. 

And that was that. He talked with Shoko, made light conversations with other people he met the day before, went to the roof for the first time with Shoko to have lunch, discovered that she knows this place very well because she used to come here a lot when her mom used to work as the infirmary nurse, and ended his day just fine. 

On the third day, he met his physics teacher, Gojo Satoru.

The first thing he thought was that his teacher was very loud.

Gojo-sensei had a presence to him, not only because he was very handsome with his white hair and stunningly blue eyes that were barely covered by his sunglasses. He had an aura that drew attention as he spoke, gesticulating wildly, laughing at his own weird jokes. Everyone around Suguru seemed to laugh along with Gojo, even if they didn’t understand what the hell he was talking about. Whether it was the subject itself or the random stories he would start in the middle of the explanation, which, according to him, would make sense if they thought about it for more than five seconds. Suguru did think about it, and they still didn’t make any sense.

Well, Yaga had said he could trust his teachers, and Gojo seemed to be very well-loved by the class already. So, even if Suguru was a little taken aback by his obnoxious behavior, something in his guts told him it would be good to get along with the guy. Maybe Suguru wasn’t immune to his new teacher charms as he thought he was.

The class was surprisingly enjoyable because Gojo was anything but boring. Despite his initial skepticism, Suguru found himself gradually warming up to Gojo's teaching style. Gojo encouraged active participation from everyone and didn't judge those who struggled with the material. As the class went on, Suguru couldn't help but develop a newfound respect for him.

At the end of the class, when Gojo gathered his stuff to change classes, he suddenly pointed at Suguru and said, “Hey, you, with the bangs.”

Suguru exchanged looks with Shoko and got up to walk to Gojo’s table.

“Yes, Gojo-sensei?” Suguru asked, confused.

“You’re the one that Yaga called in yesterday, right? Geto Suguru?” Gojo placed all his belongings inside his bag and looked at Suguru with the corner of his eyes. Suguru made a noise of confirmation. 

Gojo then placed a hand on his own chin and carefully analyzed Suguru’s face, making Suguru move his head back as Gojo got closer. “Yeah, no. This is not going to work.”

“What?” 

“You’re going to get your piercings back. I will talk to that old man.” Gojo said, as if he had made a very significant decision and Suguru was taken aback.

“Wait, sensei, you don’t need to do that, it’s fine. I don’t want to cause trouble, I can keep my piercings outside the school,” He put his hands up and tried to calm down Gojo, who was already putting the bag on his shoulders.

“No, I will. See you after tomorrow.” Gojo ruffled Suguru’s hair, messing up his bun and bid farewell to the class, who responded in unison. Suguru stood there dumbfounded, still trying to process what just happened. He slowly turned around to look at Shoko, who was already looking at him with a frown. 

He sat back on his seat, still a little confused and heard Shoko say, “What happened?”

Suguru tilted his head and started to put his hair up in a bun again, “He… said I would get my piercings back?”

“As in, he will talk to the administration to give you a pass?” 

“Yeah, apparently.” he shrugged

Shoko crossed her arms and leaned on the back of her chair as she followed with her eyes their next teacher walking in, “He’s weird.”

Suguru agreed with her, “A little bit.”

Suguru doesn’t know what comes over him the morning he had a Gojo class again, but before he leaves, he puts the protective bag he keeps his piercings in inside his backpack and takes it with him to school.

Gojo’s class was his first one of that day, and the moment he entered, he saw him already there organizing his stuff. Gojo looked up the moment he heard the sound of the door opening and a big smile spread across his face. “Geto-kun! Come here, come here!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.

Suguru walked, outwardly composed but feeling a little timid due to the attention he got from the class. As he approached, Gojo said, “I talked to the higher-ups, pulled some strings and they allowed you to keep your piercings!”

“Wait, really?” Suguru's eyes widened in surprise, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of being able to wear his accessories again. He shyly confessed to Gojo, “I actually brought them with me today, I’ll go to the bathroom to put it in, then.”

Gojo clapped his hands happily, and said, “Okay, let's go there.” Then, he turned to the class and announced, “I’ll be right back! Until then, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

He put his hands on Suguru’s shoulders, encouraging him to start walking. Suguru turned his head to look at him, “What? You’re coming?”

“Of course I am!” Gojo even sounded offended that Suguru thought otherwise, “I have to be the first one to see the fruits of my labor.”

What labor? Suguru thought. His teacher was a really, really odd man. It made him laugh a little.

“If you say so.” Suguru replied.

As they got to the boys bathroom, Suguru placed his backpack on the sink while Gojo leaned against the wall next to him, observing as Suguru took his piercings out of the bag. Suguru carefully cleaned them with alcohol before putting them back on his face one by one. When he finished, he heard Gojo whistle.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Gojo exclaimed, clapping his hands as Suguru turned to look at him, amused. “You look sick !”

Suguru snorted at Gojo’s enthusiasm. After putting everything back inside his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder again, he couldn't help but ask, “Why did you go through all this trouble?”

Gojo's smile softened a little, “I liked your ‘rebel’,” he did quotation marks with his hands, “Style. Everyone is so boring these days, always respecting the rules and only doing these things after High School, it’s a little refreshing to see someone like you. Someone who still tries to break that, I mean.”

Suguru pursed his lips, trying to hide the smile and looked at the bright blue eyes of his teacher, “Thanks, Gojo-sensei.”

“No worries. Let’s go back, I still have a class to teach!” Gojo patted Suguru's shoulder before leaving and Suguru followed behind him.

When Suguru re-entered the classroom, he was met with shocked expressions from his classmates, which quickly turned into smiles and positive gestures. As he took his seat, Shoko glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and remarked, “He’s not that bad then, huh.” and Suguru nodded in agreement. 

———

That was how Suguru started to give a little more credit to his physics teacher and he opened a little bit more to understand why everyone looked at him the way they did and talked good things about him behind his back.

Suguru was always a good student in all of his classes, but after the piercing episode in the very first week, he became more active in his physics classes. He dedicated himself to paying closer attention to what bam, boom, poof meant in Gojo’s explanations. Gojo, in turn, had started to actively involve him in lessons, asking him questions, using his name as an example. Each time Shoko would playfully hit him with her elbow, teasing him. 

Suguru realized how interesting Gojo actually was as a teacher. Gojo always encouraged students to ask questions, providing incentives to ensure they truly understood the material. He spoke with passion, clearly demonstrating his love for the subject, which made people want to learn because Gojo actually made it fun while having fun himself. Despite Shoko often sleeping through most of the class, Suguru noticed that she somehow managed to grasp the important parts — it seemed to be a talent of hers.

Through the first few months, the days he had physics classes turned into the best days of the week. School was tiring, but having Gojo’s energetic presence around twice a week made it a lot more bearable. With time, everyone began to claim he was “Gojo’s favorite student”, although Suguru himself didn’t quite understand why. Gojo interacted with everyone in class, not just him. Just because Gojo supported Suguru's new form of expression and didn't let him succumb to the pressures of the dress -code didn't mean Suguru received special treatment. Not that Gojo did that to anyone else afterward, but who knows, maybe the guy just thought piercings were that cool. 

And when Gojo elected him as class representative, all the class went into an uproar. Everyone laughed like it was not a surprise and Shoko laughed with them, laughed at him. Suguru was absolutely speechless. He managed to thank his teacher, but he couldn't find the words to express his feelings amidst the chaos that followed. Gojo intervened by clapping his hands, effectively silencing the voices. Suguru disregarded any accusations of favoritism and simply went along with the playful atmosphere, laughing along with everyone else.

“I’m not playing favorites, I’m just choosing the only person here who was praised by all the other teachers as well for his behavior and way of thinking. If you want a position, strive to be more like Geto-kun.” is what Gojo said.

Suguru's eyes widened in disbelief at Gojo's words, and he buried his face in his hands, emitting a loud groan. Gojo caught sight of Suguru's reaction and couldn't help but giggle to himself.

All the pats Suguru got on his back at the end of that class felt far from worth it. He had been planning to engage in some extracurricular activities, but being appointed as representative made him feeling uncertain. He was still relatively new in the school, with not even six months having passed, and yet here he was, suddenly thrusted into the role of spokesperson.  

———

Later that day, Gojo was drinking coffee at the teacher’s lounge with two of his other coworkers; Nanami, the math’s teacher and the nurse, Utahime. 

Nanami was complaining about a student he had to put outside with a bucket because he was saying womp womp every time Nanami finished explaining something. And as Nanami finished his story, Gojo couldn’t help but interject with a, “womp, womp ” of his own

Utahime looked to the other side to pretend she wasn’t laughing at that, and Nanami sighed, drinking more of his coffee to pretend he was deaf.

“And about your new pet, Gojo-san, are you sure you want to make him the representative? He just got here, you’re being too much. Sometimes you forget that not everyone is used to how intense you are.” Nanami commented.

“Nah,” Gojo waved him off, “He’s gonna be fine. He’s a smart kid, dedicated. He sometimes helps me move my stuff. You’re his teacher too, you know how he is. And he’s not my pet, stop calling him that.”

“I mean, the way you literally threatened the higher-ups with your family surname just so that kid could keep wearing piercings and then saying that you’ll be the one responsible for that class it’s a bit…” Utahime trails off, sipping her own coffee.

“You know this is the teacher’s lounge, nurse?” Gojo replied with a smirk, deftly dodging the shoe Utahime threw at him. 

“Fuck you, Gojo.” She showed him the middle finger and got her shoe back. Meanwhile, Nanami pretended to be blind, perhaps if he tried hard enough he would soon merge with the wall. 

“I mean, how many times have you seen a teenager from the countryside show up to his first day at High School in the capital with a nose ring and gauges? That was fucking awesome.” Gojo shrugged. “He’s really interesting, I want him to express himself more. Not only with that though, I want him to speak his mind too. I should ask Manami later how he does in social studies…”

“You’re not his master, you’re his mom, got it.” Nanami said, and tossed the tiny plastic cup into the trash can.

“Yes, now please tell me how he does in your math class.” Gojo smiled and blinked rapidly, fluttering his lashes and Nanami let out an ugh.

"Brilliant," Nanami murmured as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. 

"Right?" Gojo slapped his thigh happily, pointing at Nanami.

"Okay, even I am curious now. What's the deal?" Utahime intervened.

Nanami shaked his head, "Don't know, he's just a normal smart teenager. Gojo-san has a complex." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gojo replied, feeling insulted. "It's just that…"

"You're not used to outsiders because you're a rich city man?" Utahime offered.

"That… I guess, but not worded that way, Hime." he sighed. "It doesn't happen much around here. I need new students, new faces, and meeting people with new life experiences."

"Just go on a date man." Utahime said, throwing away her own empty cup.

"And leave you alone in the single queer limbo? How could I?" Gojo pretended to wipe tears in his  eyes.

"Please die, I'm so serious." 

Nanami already felt one with the wall, he was almost there.

———

Meanwhile, Suguru tapped his feet anxiously waiting for the end of the day. He spent the entire day waiting for the last signal, and when it sounded, Shoko dragged him to the vending machine and spent some time on the roof. After they realized how empty the school had become, he told Shoko, who prepared herself to walk to the station with him, he needed to do something before he went. After bidding her farewell, he walked through the corridors until he found the teachers lounge.

Suguru opened the door and everything was empty and silent, saved from the figure sitting behind a table at the end of the room. Gojo had a serious look as he scammed through the papers on his table and used his pen to write something down. 

As the lighting of the setting sun reached Gojo's solitary figure, painting his white locks with yellow and orange, illuminating his rare display of serious demeanor. Suguru noticed, truly noticed, for the first time in months, how pretty his teacher actually was. He had seen Gojo an awful lot the last few months, but he never captured Gojo's beauty in his eyes. Suguru looked into his eyes the first week, but had failed to perceive how deep they actually were. He almost wanted to turn around and walk away so as not to disturb the perfect image Gojo portrayed. 

Suguru felt his throat bob as he walked softly to him, eyes not being able to turn away from Gojo's concentrated expression, and the way he tapped the pen against his temple. Unfortunately, he had to interrupt the serenity of the moment.

"Gojo-sensei?" Suguru called softly, and in return received the impact of ocean-blue eyes looking directly at him, the serious expression on Gojo's face instantly melting away.

"Geto!" Gojo had started to get tired of the formalities weeks ago and decided to call him by surname only. Suguru didn't mind, he learned to get used to Gojo's eccentric behavior by now. "What do I have the honor of seeing you this late?" 

Suguru decided to be direct, "I don't want to be representative."

Gojo placed his elbow on the table and put his chin on his tangled fingers. He asked, "Why?"

"I don't think I'm ready yet. It's a responsibility that I'm not sure I'll be able to bear. I know you have high expectations of me, that's why I'm telling you beforehand that I'm not capable at the moment.", he answered sincerely.

Suguru knew he could do whatever he put his mind into, but there was a lot of pressure around this, because Gojo apparently had a favorite. And he doesn't want to let people down, he can't. He had just started, there was so much for him to gain still. Even if his classmates were actually good people and played it off well, he didn't know the other classes Gojo had, he couldn't be there to know if people would be guarded against him or not just because their teacher liked to show him off.

"I'm glad you know that I have high expectations for you, Geto." He gestured for Suguru to take a seat in front of him. Suguru pulled a forgotten chair on the side and sat on it. "But also, I did it because you can do it, you know you can. I know it can be difficult, but I need you to think less of what others will say and more of what you want. You want to grow, you want to learn. Giving you this, I can help you open more doors, you can be the next council president even. I know when someone wants more for themselves, be it power, knowledge, changes. I once was just like you, I still am. I hope you reach a stage when we can stand side by side, Geto."

Suguru smiled hearing his words, "I don't know what you saw in me to do so much. They say I'm your favorite, but I really don't understand why, sensei."

Gojo moved around on his chair, looking at him intently. He said, nonchalantly, "You just caught my eyes."

Suguru huffed out an incredulous laugh, he looked at his smiling teacher, "Is that really reason enough to make me the center of attention?" 

"To me, it is." Gojo replied and tapped his glasses with his Index finger, "I have these eyes for a reason. I know talent when I see it."

He rolled his eyes, "More flattering and I will think you're just saying things, Gojo-sensei." 

Gojo salutes him as he says, "I'm completely serious," Suguru shook his head laughing and Gojo continued, "I know you'll do great, Geto, don't give up before you try."

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Suguru got up. "Sorry to bother you after hours, you must be wanting to go home."

"Actually, I don't mind. Most of the time I'm the last person here, there's not much going on in my house to make me go back early." Gojo didn't know why he felt compelled to confess that to his student, but it was already too late to regret. Not that he minded, it was true. And this boy was probably the last person on earth who would be going around saying Gojo Satoru was a miserable and single twenty six year old man. 

Suguru was a little taken aback by that. With how popular his teacher was, he really thought he had a happy family life already. Not that he thought much about what Gojo did after hours, it was just a passing idea.

"Alright then. Still, don't go out too late, sensei. Take care." He bowed and ignored Gojo making cute sounds, asking if he was worried as Suguru walked out the room. 

———

Suguru couldn't give an explanation to those who asked about why he was visiting Gojo after hours again. He didn't had classes with him that day, but he knew he was at the school. Maybe what Gojo said stuck with him more than he thought, and the idea of Gojo being alone for so long didn't sit well with him. 

Not even twenty four hours later, he found himself sitting in front of Gojo again. He couldn't give Gojo an explanation of why he was there either. He asked, and Suguru just replied with "I wanted to know if you have tattoos."

Gojo looked at him with an amused expression, clearly seeing through his bullshit but humored Suguru anyway. Maybe he didn't mind Suguru's company. If telling him about the beta fish tattoo he planned to do, and going on and on with him about other ideas and hearing the ones Suguru planned to do in the future was something to consider. As they talked for a little more than half an hour, Gojo's documents were already forgotten on his desk, Suguru's chair moved a little to the side so he could cross his legs. 

Somehow, Suguru noticed that Gojo talked more calmly than how he spoke in the classroom, even if he still gesticulated like crazy. He was elegant, even like this, after the day before Suguru couldn't help to notice more. Gojo had a fancy figure, his fingers were long and pretty, his nails done and he had a good posture. If Suguru didn't know who he was, he would think he was the son of a CEO or even a prince. The last thought got him clearing his throat and fortunately, Gojo was too busy talking excitedly to notice Suguru's red ears.

When they noticed the sun was almost setting, Gojo shooed Suguru away, saying he couldn't let a student go home in the dark. They exchanged goodbyes and before Suguru left, Gojo said, "I'm here everyday, minus the weekends. Not that you need to know."

And winked.

Winked!

Suguru cleared his throat again, a little ashamed of Gojo exposing his intentions of coming to see him for no reason. 

"Sure, seeing you twice a week is enough." he gave Gojo a smile and went home before hearing the response.

During the weekend, Suguru rolled on his bed thinking that his teacher was really not bad at all. Talking with him about other things was actually fun. Shoko didn't care much about the topics he and Gojo discussed, but she listened to him if he wanted to. He wanted a proper conversation though, so having Gojo speak even more than him and so excitedly made him happy. He couldn't wait for the next school day.

And Gojo, after getting home from that unusual afternoon and decided to finish the tv show he started a weekend before, caught himself smiling with the thought that his new favorite student was as interested in him as he was in the other. Usually his students are nervous around him because he is a handsome man, sometimes a little imposing, a little too much, so they avoid his gaze, don't really create proper conversation or ask about his opinions on things or personal interests. Of course, they asked if he was single, but he was used to laughing it off. 

Suguru was clearly a little timid even though he was his student for months already, but he talked to him eye to eye, listening to what he had to say like it was important. Gojo needed more friends, the fact the possible new one was a teenager was a little unfortunate, but sometimes that's how the most unexpected things happen. He found himself expecting the next work day for the first time in years.

———

At first, Suguru still tried to be a little nonchalant, seeking a reason to visit the teacher’s lounge when everyone went home. On Monday, he finally had a good reason: a classmate wanted to start an official study club. They discussed the idea, and Gojo promised to give Suguru a heads up to the principal about it. When they quieted down, Suguru struggled to come up with another topic. Before he could think, Gojo asked him about his old school. Finally sitting down, Suguru explained how different it was from Jujutsu High. He talked about studying with the same people since childhood, contrasting with the crowd of unfamiliar faces at his new high school. Gojo reassured him, saying he still had two years ahead to get to know as many people as he wanted.

“I personally don’t remember everyone’s names, I try to, but you know… sometimes they just don’t stick and I just give them nicknames. They think it's a term of endearment so I can get away with it” Gojo commented.

“You’re terrible,” Suguru said as he giggled, flicking Gojo’s pen with his finger. “In any other circumstance, what would my nickname be?”

“Bangs.” He replied without hesitation and Suguru rolled his eyes.

“This is so basic, since the first day you’re talking about my bangs! What’s wrong with them?” Suguru exclaimed, feeling a little offended by it. He curled his bang around his own finger.

“They’re just there, it’s funny.” Gojo took a hold of Suguru’s hair and pulled playfully. Suguru tapped Gojo’s hand, signaling him to let go. “But it suits you.”

“Thanks, I guess.” Suguru smiled. He couldn't take his teacher seriously.

And then, Gojo shared with him the nicknames he had to some students and some of them made Suguru genuinely cackle. Suguru didn’t know if they were just this funny or it was just Gojo itself who made him feel a little lighter and everything he said sounded funny. Gojo laughed with him, and every time he saw Suguru hold his stomach from laughing, he made everything sound even more dramatic, just to hear more of Suguru’s laughter.

Suguru didn’t want to go home, but time always went fast during their meetings. Gojo always shooed him away before the moon was too high in the sky, and he went reluctantly. 

The second day, and the third, and the rest of the week, Suguru didn’t have much of an excuse to be there. He just showed up and said “How does the class meeting work?” which his other classmates had already explained to him, so he knew. Also “Why does the principal have so many dolls?”, which he didn’t really care about, even though what Gojo explained to him was a little bit sad. “Why every time someone goes to the infirmary, the nurse blames you for everything?” and Suguru discovered that they were great friends, according to Gojo. By the time he spent with him until now, he was aware that it meant that Gojo made the nurse's life a living hell. He found it kinda funny, but tried not to show too much support for his behavior. 

On friday, before he went home after their chat, Gojo said something to him.

“You know, you don’t need to find an excuse to visit me. I don’t mind.”

Suguru pursed his lips before he spoke, “I don’t want to bother you. Actually, I shouldn’t even be coming here so often, sorry.”

“Geto,” Gojo called him, and Suguru swallowed before meeting his gaze. “If you were annoying I would find a very gentle excuse to kick your butt out of here. But until now I didn’t, right?”

“But you’re nice to everyone,” Suguru gently said. It was true. Even if he bothered Gojo, he would never act like he is bothered, he was too kind with his students for that.

Gojo sighed and took off his glasses, Suguru observed as he placed it on the side, and put his crossed arms on the table between them. 

“Since when you’re everyone?” Gojo said, looking at Suguru with a smile. Teenagers were able to complicate such simple things. “You’re not, so don’t worry. I enjoy our little time together too.”

Suguru's sharp eyes widened at that. He was barely able to hold back his grin. “This means that I can keep coming here?”

“I would really enjoy it if you did.” Gojo tilted his head, still smiling softly.

“Alright.” Suguru said after exhaling a breath through his mouth. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Of course.” 

That was how Suguru started to visit Gojo after school hours, without having to find an excuse for it. Suguru and his teacher officially created a new routine, where they would converse in the teacher’s lounge while everyone went home. Sometimes another student would show up with Suguru to genuinely ask questions, and then ask if Suguru was doing anything after. Suguru always had to say that he was going later, and he and Gojo would exchange looks and laugh it off when the third person left. They were creating something only for them.

———

They talked about everything and nothing. And even if they didn’t want to talk about anything specific, Gojo would pull up a candy bag and they would share while Gojo continued to work and Suguru just sat there watching him. 

One day, when this routine was engraved deep in Suguru’s body, making his muscles move on their own until he found himself in front of Gojo, he asked, “I heard that your family is famous. Is it true?”

Gojo stopped the scribbles he was doing on a piece of paper to reply, “Are you engaging in gossip now, Geto?”

“I don’t engage, they just come to me and I listen to it.” Suguru defended himself, tapping his finger on the table.

“Huh, I see.” Gojo tugged his bangs. He did that often when he wanted to annoy Suguru.”It’s true. My family owns a pretty big corporation that covers various fields yadda yadda and their money is one of the pillars of this school.”

Suguru frowned, “That’s why you work here as a teacher? Why don’t you work in administration or something?”

Gojo groaned just thinking about it, “My family wanted me to inherit my father's position and be their CEO. I refused because they suck, cut off their contact with me so they don’t send me money to keep me on a leash and started to study physics without their help.”

“Did you have a broken college student experience?” Suguru asked curiously, already feeling the smile creep into his face with the image of Gojo living from instant noodles.

“I did!” Gojo said, dramatically placing a hand on his forehead. Suguru giggled. “It was the worst experience of my life Geto, I almost gave up and went back crawling! But I am not weak, I would rather die than be weak! So I persisted, I lost weight, sleep, and sanity, but I made it.”

Suguru patted his shoulder. At some point during their meetings, the chair he usually sat in front of Gojo was moved to behind the table, now he and Gojo sat side by side.

“But you had to study more to become a teacher, right?”

“I did,” Gojo leaned his head on the back of the chair, “But then I had met Yaga through some people I knew in college, so he was actually a big help. He offered me an internship here. I started as an assistant and that was the reason I didn’t need to work two jobs to keep my income. Eventually I was promoted as a teacher, and have been working here for years.”

Suguru hummed in acknowledgement, “But why a teacher though?”

Gojo played with his pen, thinking a little before responding, “At first I wanted to be as different as I could from my family. But as time passed when I was an assistant, I noticed how many people needed guidance and deserved good education even if they couldn’t pay for it. I started to want to create a new generation of young people who would be able to stand on their own feet, no matter where they came from. Most of the teachers in the current faculty were recommendations of mine; I wanted to fill this place with people who thought just like me and Yaga.”

He looked at Suguru after he replied, and Suguru’s eyes shined in a way he had never seen before. For a second, Suguru hadn’t said anything, and Gojo thought he had said something wrong, even if Suguru looked at him as if he was starstruck. Gojo felt his own ears get a little warmer and snapped his fingers in front of Suguru, laughing a little upon seeing his student jump in surprise.

“I… I didn’t expect that.” Suguru said as if he was out of breath. The smile he gave Gojo was the most precious thing Gojo had ever laid his eyes on. Gojo was used to receiving a lot of different looks, admiration wasn’t unusual to him, all of his students looked at him in their own way. But mostly, they looked at him like he was an idol, something to be worshiped for his appearance or his acts. They looked at him like he was an unachievable God they could never touch or really perceive. 

Then, there was Suguru.

Suguru was now looking at him like he actually saw Gojo for the first time. “This is amazing. You’re amazing, Gojo-sensei.”

“Satoru,” Gojo said out of the blue, letting his emotions slip out of him in the heat of the moment. He cursed himself in his mind, but he had already done it. He noticed that he could never really control his own actions when it came to Suguru since the beginning.

“What?” Suguru asked, his expression morphing into something a little more playful.

“You can… call me Satoru, from now on. At least when we are like this.” Satoru said, a little nervously. He didn’t know why he would ask his fifteen year old student to call him by his given name. He let himself get too carried away, he enjoyed being seen a little too much. It was the first time someone praised him so sincerely.

Suguru was so different that even Satoru himself couldn't understand why. Why couldn't he look away since the first moment he saw him?

Suguru is surprised with the request, his pulse quickening. He never thought he would get to a point where he would be on a first name basis with his teacher just because he found himself so unusually interested in spending time with the man. In the end, all he did was laugh at Satoru’s expectant face. “Alright, Satoru. You can call me Suguru.”

“Suguru.” Satoru said, tasting every syllable of it, looking at Suguru’s twinkling eyes.

“Hey.” Suguru answered playfully.

“Hi.” And Satoru replied with an even bigger grin.

The pile of secrets between them kept getting bigger. Suguru was on a first name basis with Gojo Satoru, and every time he thought about it, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Now, not only did he anxiously wait for the time of the day where they could finally talk, but also expected to hear Satoru excitedly saying “Suguru!” the moment he saw him. 

That was bad. 

———

One day, Suguru commented with Satoru about his manicure. He couldn’t help but notice how meticulously tidy Satoru kept himself. Satoru had said then that he liked to keep himself pretty. Suguru had to swallow his words to not say ‘I can see that’. Instead, he suggested Satoru to experiment with other colors of nail polish. In response, Satoru gently took his hands and placed it atop of his own.

While Satoru's hands were indeed bigger, the size difference was minimal. It was evident that Suguru's hand would continue to change as he grew up, but their hands still seemed to fit together perfectly. As Satoru spoke, praising Suguru's manicure skills, Suguru nodded along, only half-listening to Satoru's compliments. He was lost in studying the differences between their hands. He felt the calluses on Satoru's fingers, evidence of years spent grading homework and writing on the board. Adorned with gold jewelry, Satoru's hands had a refined appearance that contrasted with Suguru's own. His fingers twitched to be put in between Satoru's, but he kept them in place. 

Suddenly, Suguru realized Satoru was speaking to him again, his gaze amused as he observed Suguru's unusual distraction. Satoru managed to distract Suguru from listening to himself talk. Well, damn.

“I want you to bring your nail polish one day, let’s paint each other's nails.” Satoru said as Suguru finally paid attention.

And a few days later, they did just that. Suguru had so much fun with Satoru that he felt like he had a best friend he never had before. He left with his nails black and a single one of them painted white, while Satoru had the opposite, white nails and a single one painted in black.

The day Satoru was once again Gojo-sensei to him, Shoko turned to Suguru with a serious expression and whispered to him, “Why are you and Gojo matching ? Are you crazy?”

Suguru shrugged, “Just happened.”

Shoko glanced between him and Satoru, shaking her head with a laugh, “Well, that’s gonna be fun. I’m not even warning you about anything, but good luck with that.”

Suguru met her gaze and couldn’t even pretend to be confused about what she was talking about. He whispered back to her, “It’s not like that, Shoko.”

“Yet.” She teased.

Satoru interrupted, slamming his notebook on Suguru’s table. “Is the talk good, Ieiri-san, Geto-kun?” 

Without missing a beat, Shoko replied with a smirk, “Very.” 

Suguru fought the urge to elbow her but refrained, not wanting to draw Satoru’s attention.

“Fill me in on it later, then.” Satoru said.

“Oh, Suguru will, don’t worry about it.” Shoko added, to Suguru’s dismay. She could be even worse than Satoru. He put his hand in front of his face to protect himself from their interaction.

Satoru chuckled and left. Suguru let out a sigh of relief and shot Shoko a glare, but she only grinned, feigning intense interest in quantum physics.

Suguru never felt so glad that Satoru was not part of their little duo; he didn’t think he could handle both Shoko and Satoru interacting. They were already bad enough when separated. 

———

Shoko’s words had started to haunt him a little, even if he didn’t want to worry about how he and Satoru spent their time. She always knew what they were doing, because he shared some of it with her. He talked to her little things about Satoru. Shoko would always gag, but listened to it anyway. She was glad he found something to entertain himself with since he doesn’t go out a lot, just like her. 

Even though he wanted to create a lot of connections, he found himself comfortable in only going out with Shoko sometimes on the weekends and spending his time with Satoru after school. He was on good terms with his classmates and other representatives he met during the monthly reunions to talk about the changes they needed in school, but he had found the only friends he needed. 

But the moment he was glued to Satoru's side again, talking about the anime Satoru finished watching while the sun set behind them, he couldn’t really care about anything else.

———

As the winter approached, their break also did and Suguru’s first year was coming to an end. He felt his chest a little tight with the thought of not talking with Satoru for a few days. He had survived summer break because they weren’t as connected as they are now. Suguru was a little depressed and Satoru noticed how quiet he had become the last few days.

“Suguru, what’s wrong?” Satoru kicked Suguru’s calf slightly with his foot. 

“We will not be talking to each other until next year.” Suguru said, his voice a little quiet.

Satoru held back a laugh and Suguru looked at him like he was wronged. Satoru teased, “Are you going to miss me this much for a few days, Suguru?”

“Yes, I will.” He crossed his arms, his eyes meeting the blue ones. Satoru blinked like he wasn’t expecting an actual response. 

“Well I—” Satoru scratched the back of his head, feeling awkward. “I want to give you my number, but this is not exactly ethical, is it?”

“Does any of this look ethical to you?” Suguru said, his bangs falling to the side as he tilted his head with a smile.

“Fair enough.” Satoru shrugged, already pulling up his phone to exchange numbers. “You can message me whenever you want.”

“You’re giving me a lot of freedom to spam you with cat stickers.” Suguru murmured as he typed a message back to Satoru to confirm he received his.

“Not if I spam you first.” 

And by the end of the year, Satoru had become a constant in Suguru’s everyday life. He messaged Satoru as soon as he came home when he got his number, even if he wanted to keep himself from doing that. He planned to only exchange messages when they couldn’t see each other, but as he received a quick reply, he didn’t resist losing time chatting with him.

———

Satoru had never felt so connected with someone as he had been with Suguru. Even with the period of finals, Suguru decided to spend time with him. Suguru sat by his side and studied while he graded some tests. Sometimes Nanami or his other coworkers were there. The running joke about Suguru being his little pet as well as Suguru's position as representative avoided questions about why there was a student in the teacher’s lounge. Suguru actually started to have a better relationship with everyone than Satoru had. Satoru felt like Nanami respected Suguru more than he respected him, his fellow coworker. Satoru couldn’t blame him, or anyone in general who came and went, greeting Suguru as if he was already part of the group. Suguru was absolutely captivating. 

He couldn’t help but smile as he heard a ding from his phone while he sat on his couch, holding a cup of coffee with five spoons of sugar in it before he left for work.

Satoru took his phone as he sipped his coffee.

from Suguru 

Can I skip class

I’m having a bad hair day

To Suguru

You can

We would have to call your parents tho

to know if you're alive or not

from Suguru 

my hair ugly vs my dad 10min speech

i think i prefer the speech tbh

To Suguru

shame i’ll not see u today then

*sad cat sticker*

 *sad cat sticker*

*sad cat sticker* 

*sad cat sticker*

*sad cat sticker*

*sad cat sticker*

from Suguru

stop

you’re worse than the speech 

im going

To Suguru

yippie

*happy cat sticker*

*happy cat sticker*

from Suguru

*annoyed cat sticker*

Suguru, on the other side, also let out a soft chuckle looking at his phone as he finished doing his hair in the mirror. They already came back from the break, but during the festivities, he and Satoru kept exchanging a lot of texts. He discovered how annoying Satoru could be, and also how lonely he actually was. He remembered how he had sent a text on Christmas to ask if he planned going out.

To Satoru

wyd today

From Satoru

the usual

watching the grinch

eating kfc by myself

To Satoru

lol dont u have a date or smth

From Satoru

are you a comedian now?

Suguru still didn't understand how Satoru was single and spent most of the time cocooned inside his house, watching bad reality shows or action anime. Satoru was the funniest person he had ever met. He was also a little bit annoying, and a little bit mean to people he thought were not in the same level of intellect as him, but that was his charm. He had an important family name attached to him, but that didn’t define him. Satoru was a beautiful person from the inside out, he was smart and interesting, Suguru always loved to hear what he had to say. 

As Suguru brushed his teeth, he started to realize how much he actually thought about Satoru. When he went to a karaoke bar with Shoko during the break, she told him that he talked about Satoru a lot. To him, it was only natural, because Satoru was his friend too, just as close to him as Shoko was. She told him their relationships were very different, and she wasn’t wrong. 

His relationship with Satoru was different from everything he experienced, not only because Satoru was much older and in a more powerful position than him, but because he never met someone where he felt like they just clicked. Being with Satoru was effortless, everything about both of them just fell into place the moment their eyes met. He and Satoru were pieces of a puzzle who fitted together, that’s it.

In less than a year, Satoru had become one of his most cherished people. His list wasn’t long, but Satoru’s place was special, hard-earned. 

Their routine didn’t change, even though they now talked outside of school. They moved from always having to say something to just spending time together because they wanted to. Suguru enjoyed being with Satoru so much it started to scare him. It was a scary sensation how much his heart filled every time he entered that room. Seeing Satoru looking just as ethereal as the last time Suguru saw him, hearing his voice, feeling his warm shoulder against Suguru’s as they sat closer, made his stomach flutter, his mouth dry. He almost felt like throwing up with the anxiety to see Satoru everyday.

Suguru didn’t know, but Satoru was the same. He did his job like it was nothing, but his heart almost escaped his chest with how anxious he was for the day to be over and hear Suguru's soft voice calling his name. Satoru could run a marathon with the energy he gathered during the day with every tick-tack of the clock. 

Ever since Suguru came to that school, Satoru felt that his days were a lot more colorful. He had been living his life on rinse and repeat for years, bored out of his mind with doing the same thing with the same people over and over. He loved his job, he really did, but sometimes even what you love loses its shine when you also lose yours.

Satoru wouldn’t say he was past his prime, he was only twenty-seven, but after fooling around so much during the time he was studying and setting the goals for his life, he started to live for his job. He didn’t have much patience for getting to know people and giving chances to let someone enter his life. He had a few friends who sometimes would rather not go to a bar with him when he asked just because he was a lightweight. They liked him, he knew that. Yet, he didn't want to force them to keep him company when they had other things to do and other more important people to tend to. 

Nothing new happened to him, just the same old routine. 

So when Satoru heard of someone who got in trouble on the very first day, he got a bit curious. The moment he saw the boy who left Yaga’s office, dejected and sad, he felt that somehow, that year was going to be a lot different than he expected. And he couldn’t be more right.

———

“My birthday is coming up,” Suguru commented, his legs stretched on Satoru’s lap while Satoru did the same to him. 

Satoru threw a jellybean up to Suguru catch with his mouth. He successfully caught it and Satoru replied, “What do you want as a present? A car is not an option.”

“I can’t even drive, Satoru.” Suguru answered, throwing the jellybean to Satoru. Satoru failed to catch it. “I don’t know, I don’t usually ask for presents. I don’t need anything.”

“Booooooring.” Satoru teased him, urging Suguru to throw again. This time, Satoru got it right between his teeth, and they high-fived each other. “I’ll give you something, just you wait.”

Suguru knew that since Satoru had put his mind into it, he would really do it. 

———

Suguru's birthday was on Saturday, and as soon as he woke up, he saw that Satoru had texted him.

From Satoru

happy birthday suguruuuuuuu

*happy cat gif*

we’re going out

to buy your present

*happy cat gif*

To Satoru

good morning to u too

thanks!

where and when

From Satoru

uhhh i’ll pick up at the station next to the school

before lunch so we can have lunch tgt!!!!

*happy cat gif*

if its alright ofc maybe you already have plans

To Satoru

ok! :) 

*smiling cat sticker*

no no its fine

my parents will buy cake for me

but only at night

maybe if u want to come…?

shoko will be here too

maybe its too weird nvm 

From Satoru

maybe she doesn't want to see her teacher on weekends

respectable but i am a sight to behold everyday

To Satoru

*annoyed cat sticker*

From Satoru

*happy cat sticker*

ask your parents first

To Satoru

they're fine with it! :)

From Satoru

yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ill meet u at the station in one hour and a half

see uuuuu <3 <3 

To Satoru

ok!! 

*smiling cat sticker*

Suguru spent most of the time trying to find clothes he didn’t hate, which was hard. He didn’t know why he was nervous and felt like he had to impress Satoru somehow, he saw him every goddamn day. He texted Shoko for help and the only thing she did was say he could wear anything because he was hot and wished good luck on his date, which he replied with ‘It’s not a date’. It really wasn't a date. He was just hanging out with Satoru, his friend, who also happened to be his teacher, that’s all. 

So he just kept safe and decided to wear his black baggy pants, his black T-shirt with the name of a band he didn’t know, and white sneakers. He was comfortable, that was enough. Although he didn’t change much, he let his hair down and only made a half bun. He sprayed some of his perfume, put on some silver rings and went to meet Satoru.

The moment Suguru saw him, his breath was taken away. Satoru was only wearing basic black pants with a belt, a baby blue button down with the first two buttons opened, a black jacket thrown at his shoulder and an oxford. Satoru looked absolutely expensive, and so, so gorgeous. Suguru was only a poor gay teenager, his heart was not the strongest one. And his weak, weak heart was threatening to beat out of his chest at any second. 

As Satoru got closer, Suguru said, “We’re not dressed for the same occasion at all.”

Satoru cackled and threw his arm around his shoulder, “We’re still gonna be the best looking partners on this street.”

Partners.

Maybe… They were partners. They were friends, sometimes they worked together as the class representative teacher and student, so they were partners. That’s right, maybe.

As Suguru tried to calm himself down from the overwhelming rush of emotions Satoru made him feel, Satoru himself was almost passing out with the need to hug Suguru until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

They walked together to the cozy restaurant Satoru wanted to take Suguru to, and talked about things their friends had said and things they wanted to do. Satoru felt so comfortable doing this with Suguru. It was like they were supposed to be there, doing that. Going out with Suguru felt natural. Sitting down to eat and hearing Suguru complain about how sweet the dessert was felt natural. Sharing what they had on their plates with each other felt natural, and having Suguru eat from his chopsticks felt natural. Satoru had never experienced so much happiness going out with someone as he did just by being beside Suguru. Suguru listened to him because he wanted to. He didn’t call Satoru annoying or say he was talking too much; he was just happy to listen.

He took Suguru to a jewelry store and let him choose one. When Suguru asked for a betta fish pendant, Satoru looked at him surprised, and Suguru just grinned. He had explained to Suguru months ago that he wanted that tattoo because it symbolized the courage and resilience he had shown in overcoming challenges. Suguru took that to heart, wanting to keep him close. He wanted to keep a piece of Satoru with him.

Satoru was about to try to formulate something when the worker came back with two different necklaces. One, with a white betta pendant, and the other with a black one. The worker asked Suguru which one he preferred, but Satoru intervened.

“We’ll take both.”

Suguru glanced at him but he kept talking to the worker until he paid for it. When they exited the store, Suguru said, looking at Satoru with a soft grin, “Are we matching again?”

“We might as well, right?” He gave Suguru the white fish. “You keep mine, I’ll keep yours.”

Suguru laughed a little incredulously at the gesture, but he just nodded. He then turned around to let Satoru put the necklace on him. Trying to keep his hands from shaking, Satoru closed the necklace around Suguru’s neck, avoiding caressing his fingers on his nape, even if he wanted to, a lot. 

Suguru signaled for him to do the same and he did, lowering himself a little so Suguru could reach him without trouble. When he turned around again, he met Suguru’s gentle expression and bright eyes. Satoru’s heart was beating so fast he was afraid that everyone would be able to hear. He made them walk to an ice cream vendor and got one for each, sitting at the nearest bench.

They kept silent as they ate, until Suguru suddenly turned to look at him without saying anything. Satoru couldn’t stop himself from turning his head to gaze at him too.

“What?” Satoru asked, feeling his ice cream melt on his hand. He wasn't sure if it was the sun or the weight of Suguru's gaze that burned through his soul. 

“Nothing,” Suguru replied, still looking intently at him.”Thank you for the present, Satoru.”

“It’s my pleasure.” 

They looked straight again, both hearts barely keeping themselves inside of their ribcage. 

Satoru tried to distract himself by eating his ice cream. Suguru’s gaze always made him feel like melting to the ground.

Usually, he looked at Satoru so gently, like Satoru held the stars in the sky for some reason. But at times like these, Suguru’s gaze reached his soul, piercing through his heart. He didn’t understand what Suguru saw, but it made Satoru feel like he wasn’t so bad as he felt himself to be, not so lonely. 

Satoru always told himself that his loneliness was his choice, not something born out of his own inability to be pleasant or connect to people. He had to let himself be seen, or rather, someone had to see him through the wall he built and he had to recognize and accept when someone did. Suguru was the first person to see him in such a special way, smiling at him in such a comforting manner. His stares sometimes made Satoru shiver, as if Suguru was peeling every single layer off him, leaving him raw and unprotected. He didn’t hated it, though. In fact, he loved it, simply because it was Suguru doing it.

Satoru realized how fucked he was, because he liked Suguru. He liked Suguru so much it made his heart throb inside his chest, aching for something Satoru couldn't grasp.

And beside Satoru, there was Suguru, feeling like he was about to explode. He cursed himself, Satoru, the world, the universe. Why him, why in this space and time. Why he had to feel so much for his fucking teacher. 

It was his birthday, so he didn't wish to turn into a bad day just because he was overwhelmed with of how much he liked Satoru. Satoru was doing the most for him, he would enjoy his time with him now and later with his family and Shoko. It was going to be a good day.

If their hands brushed as they walked, making both of them feel their faces warm up, their fingers twitch, and their hearts ache, they pretended that it was absolutely fine.

They finished their day after taking pictures in a Photobooth. Suguru had to swallow his nervousness down. He squished his face together with Satoru for their pictures, made ugly faces and some cute ones. They walked to a lot of different commercial streets and parks. Satoru showed him a lot of stores he didn't know, including some vintage shops, others with otaku products, and some with clothes he liked. Satoru talked to his heart's content, and Suguru happily listened, talking a lot too on subjects he had opinions on. 

As they got to his apartment, he said, "It's small because it's just me and my parents, I hope you don't mind. It's not fancy or anything, but—"

Satoru put his hands on his shoulders and massaged them to comfort him, "I don't care about these things, Suguru. It's a family's home, that's good enough for me."

Suguru breathed in and out, he couldn't stop trying to impress Satoru with everything to avoid him thinking less of Suguru. He knew that Satoru would never do that, but it was hard to control it. 

Then, he opened the door, being received with confetti thrown at his face.

"Happy Birthday Suguru!" 

His parents and Shoko said in unison and he shyly smiled at them. As soon as he stepped in he was hugged by his mom while his father patted his shoulders.

Satoru stood in the back, smiling at the scene until his gaze met Shoko's and her mouth opened comically. Before he could say anything, Suguru introduced him to his parents and he was soon crowded by them. They offered him something to drink and eat, starting to ask about how Suguru was in school and what they did today.

The moment Suguru was left alone, Shoko pulled him by the arm, screaming and whispering at the same time as she led them to the couch, "What the hell is this?"

"My house?" Suguru replied with a grin as they both sat. 

"Shut up, don't play with me. Why is Gojo-sensei here too? You didn't tell me he was coming." Shoko slapped the back of his head.

"I literally told you I was going out with him today!"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he was coming to your birthday party too!"

At that point, they were like two lunatics talking in whispers.

"It was only natural development! I already spent the day with him, might as well let the man eat a cake. You know, he's obsessed with sweets." Suguru commented, leaning against the couch.

"No I don't?" Shoko turned her body to him to continue her scream-whispering.

"That's because you sleep in class, he's always eating something sweet." He lifted one of his eyebrows

"Can't argue with that." Shoko gave up and leaned beside him.

Then, Satoru sat by her side, offering both of them a cup with soda, which they accepted. 

"Good evening, Ieiri." Satoru said.

"Hey, Gojo-sensei," She took her time silently analyzing him. "Nice necklace."

The moment she said it, she crossed her legs and comfortably sipped her cup as if she didn't leave both men with their mouths hanging open. 

"It's my birthday present." Suguru replied to her. No excuse to hide it now. 

"Mhm, it's pretty." Shoko complimented. 

An awkward silence almost started to settle between them, until Shoko asked how their day was. They started to tell her what they did, what Suguru saw for the first time, and the conversation started to flow naturally between the three of them. 

His parents came by some times to ask if Shoko or Satoru were okay or needed something. But other than that, the three of them talked until Suguru sang happy birthday with everyone and they were finally able to eat cake. Satoru ate four slices and Suguru's parents offered him another slice to take home. He obviously accepted as Suguru shook his head watching the scene. After that, Satoru said he had to go and bid farewell to everyone and Suguru's parents patted his cheeks like he was their son. 

Suguru took him to the door and closed it behind himself. He leaned against it and said, "Thanks for today, Satoru. This was the best birthday I had."

Satoru felt a bit embarrassed and scratched the back of his head, "It's no problem, like I said. Thank you for spending your birthday with me."

"I chose this pendant because you didn't tell me when your birthday was. Don't do that again, I wanted to do something special for you too." Suguru gazed at Satoru's red cheeks and his eyes wandered to the pink lips. Suguru quickly looked up again, smiling at him.

"Sorry, at least we match," Satoru’s lips curved upward, softly mirroring Suguru's expression. "I'll see you monday?"

Suguru nodded. As Satoru started to walk away, Suguru called out, "Satoru!"

Satoru turned back and felt Suguru colliding against him, hugging him tightly by the waist. He let out a laugh, filled with too many emotions to name just one and curled his arms around Suguru's middle. 

"See you monday." Suguru murmured against his neck. 

They reluctantly let go, not having courage to meet each other's eyes after.

And Satoru started to walk away, for real this time. Suguru stayed there, watching him until he disappeared from his vision. He let out a sigh and went back to his house.

Shoko had decided to sleep there, so they told his parents they were going to clean the kitchen. They thanked both kids as they retreated to their room. 

"Have you guys kissed yet?" Shoko suddenly spoke in the quiet kitchen, where only the sound of the running tap and their light footsteps could be heard.

"Shoko, what the hell? Of course not." He said, frustratedly.

"He got no game, Jesus." She complained. "Your pining actually hurts."

"He probably doesn't like me like that." Suguru had started to wash the dishes.

"Oh, for fucks sake," Shoko murmured under her breath and started to sweep the conffeti. "And you like him like that?"

Suguru stayed silent. His own feelings were a mess. He knew he did like Satoru, more than he would like an average friend. He knew he found Satoru attractive and observed him and thought things about him he wouldn't think about Shoko or any other person. Yeah, he liked Satoru, but Satoru probably would never see him this way. And still, his heart ached for him like never before.

"I'm in love with him, I think." He confessed softly, carefully rinsing a cup.

" Wow, that's a big word." Shoko offered, though unhelpfully. And Suguru simply sighed. "Want to smoke on your balcony after we finish?"

"Since when do you smoke?" He looked at her.

"Since winter break. I got tired of the lollipop."

"Yeah, okay. Sure." 

And so, Suguru found himself sitting at his balcony, smoking with Shoko while the chill night wind brushed their hair. Suguru coughed a little at the first drag, but got the hang of it pretty quickly. 

He watched the smoke follow the breeze, and as he did, he thought about how Satoru's firm body felt against him when they hugged. He wanted to do it again, to hug Satoru again, to touch him again. He longed for Satoru's hand close to his neck, just as it was when he put on Suguru's necklace.

Shoko stayed quiet beside him, keeping him company the rest of the night. 

———

For better or worse, things did change. Not a lot, but they did. After Suguru's birthday, they got a lot more aware of each other's presence, and the body heat they shared since they always gravitated towards each other. Shoulders and legs touching, hands brushing, fingers who lingered for seconds more than they should.

Suguru acted as composed as he could, but he couldn't stop himself from gazing lovingly at Satoru when he talked, more than he already did. Sometimes Satoru noticed and stuttered a little. 

He kept his hands to himself most of the time, they were already touchy enough. Even before Suguru realized how he felt, they already placed hands on each other's shoulders, leaned close to look or get something. All very acceptable in a friendship. Suguru tried to satisfy himself with just that, he didn't need more.

But just like Satoru told him, Suguru was greedy. He never liked to have only one thing, he always thrived for more. If he wanted something, he would get it. Suguru really tried his best, but he was still growing up, he still had a lot of mistakes to make, a lot of pent up emotions, and a lot of hormones. And he embraced his wants, because he knew where he was putting himself into and because he needed to be sure he was the only one navigating these feelings if he had to let it go. He didn't want to cause problems for Satoru, but if he received a tiny little spark that gave him hope, he would do anything to hold tight to it. More than anything, he wanted Satoru like he never wanted something before. 

Suguru began his act.

He started to play with Satoru fingers when he was bored, seeing how they twitched, but Satoru never said anything about it. He pretended there was something on Satoru's face as an excuse to brush his fingers on it, caressing his cheek. Satoru always looked deep into his eyes as he did it, creating a heavy tension between them before Satoru broke by cleaning his throat and turning his head away from him. Suguru also started to tuck Satoru's hair behind his ear when he saw messy strands after Satoru putting on and taking off his glasses too much.

Suguru also caught himself often looking at Satoru's lips when he talked, wondering how soft they were, since they were always shining with lipgloss. He noticed that Satoru did that too when he thought Suguru wasn't looking. He observed Suguru's features and licked his own lips after. It made Suguru shiver slightly and his stomach flutter.

With time, Suguru got more daring; leaning his head on Satoru's shoulders to talk to him, and watch how his Adam's apple moved as he talked or swallowed. Satoru sometimes patted his head, sometimes he didn't. Suguru sniffed Satoru's neck to ask what cologne he was using, just to feel Satoru's breath hitch under him.

Satoru, on the other hand, kept his feet on the ground. He noticed what Suguru was doing and he wasn't going to fall for it. He couldn't, he absolutely couldn't. Satoru wanted to be responsible, because if he wasn't, they would have much bigger problems.

But Suguru was so warm and comfortable. The hands touching his fingers were so soft, his weight against Satoru's shoulders felt so right. Everything Suguru did got ten times worse as Satoru woke up everyday realizing how much he wanted him. Suguru's gaze was even more captivating, his voice hypnotizing like one of a siren, his touch melted Satoru. Satoru saw him walk through the door everyday and wished he could just throw everything up and hug Suguru, feel his body against him again, feel his breath impossibly close, feel his heart beating against Satoru's. He wanted to kiss Suguru's beautiful smile, feel his teeth and canines breaking through Satoru's skin, learn how his tongue could move, and which sounds Suguru could produce.

The last day of Suguru's first year, before their break until the beginning of the second year in April, Suguru had set in stone what he wanted from all of this. 

Everything was the same. Their usual conversation, their quiet moments as they enjoyed each other's presence, now heavy with feelings they wouldn't talk about, making them barely able to breathe — though they acted like nothing was wrong. Suguru got up as usual to go home and Satoru followed to send him off with promises to text each other during the break. 

When Suguru didn't leave and stood there like he was thinking of something, Satoru started to get a little nervous. Had he been too obvious? Had Suguru noticed and now that he realized Satoru's feelings he was going to run away? Even if he had been touchy, maybe it was just Satoru's mind playing tricks. Maybe everything was only him to blame. His infatuation and slight obsession with Suguru was getting out of hand. 

He was about to open his mouth to tremulously ask if something was wrong when Suguru walked slowly and stood in front of him. Satoru's words died on his throat as Suguru got even closer and gave a peck to Satoru's cheek. 

"I'll talk to you later, Satoru." Suguru had said, the corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled softly with his eyes closed. He didn't wait for a response before he walked away. Satoru probably wouldn't be able to give one either.

Satoru stood there, slowly lifting his hands to touch his cheek where Suguru's lips had been. There was nothing there, but the ghost of his touch was engraved on his skin and made home inside his soul after that moment.

Satoru was so, so fucked. 

———

During his break, Suguru spent his time hanging out with Shoko to places he hadn't been yet. She showed places in Tokyo she liked to go, they made a little trip to a camp site and Shoko complained of mosquitoes the whole two days they stayed there, even if it was her idea. 

He also texted Satoru. He noticed that Satoru took longer than usual to reply, but he still did in the end, so he didn't mind. Satoru also rejected Suguru's invitation to hang out, but Suguru thought it was fine. Satoru probably wanted to spend time with his other friends, so it wasn't a big deal.

Their conversations weren't long; they mostly updated each other on what they were doing and shared opinions about things. They preferred to talk about serious matters in person, but receiving a text from Satoru was still enjoyable for Suguru. His lips unconsciously lifted every time he saw his phone light up with Satoru's name.

From Satoru 

I went out with to drink w some friends

Hime almost didnt make it home if it werent for me

she started a fight with a guy who tried to hit on her

To Satoru

lol she didn’t reject him properly?

From Satoru

she tried but he showed up five other times

pretending to be different ppl

she lost patience

To Satoru 

?????????

From Satoru

my favorite was when he drew a beard

with a black pen 

and did a poor imitation of osaka dialect

To Satoru

what? loll

every time u talk abt the nurse 

shes angry or suffering abt smth

From Satoru

i know right??!!?!?

*happy cat sticker*

i enjoy every second of it

To Satoru

you're so annoying

*heart sticker* [you deleted this message.]

———

To Satoru

went to an arcade with Shoko today

i got a cat plushie 

*pic*

From Satoru

please name him something stupid

like chicken coop

or imminent destruction 9000

To Satoru

good idea

i'll call him toru

From Satoru

I feel like i should feel offended

———

From Satoru

good morning sleeping beauty !!!!!!

tried a new pancake recipe haibara gave me

*pic*

To Satoru

good morning 

yk i can see the burnt peeking through

the pink whipped cream

From Satoru

> emphasis on tried!!! leave me alone

*angry cat sticker*

it tastes like my efforts!

To Satoru

Bad?

From Satoru

as if!!!

*angry cat sticker*

———

A new school year had begun, Suguru was finally a veteran for the new first years and didn't feel like too much of an outsider. He did a good job as representative and they wanted him to take on the job this year too, but he decided to pass it on to another person and focus on being part of the council. Hanging around Satoru actually helped, since a lot of teachers now knew him. They asked him for help when he could with clubs they were responsible for, but Suguru wasn't really interested in participating. It granted him some recognition and a lot more to his curriculum than he expected. 

What changed was also his relationship with Satoru. He wasn't exactly happy with it.

For the first time, during the entrance ceremony, Satoru ignored him the whole time. The moment everything finished, Suguru sought him out through the crowd and barely managed to reach him. He wore an upset expression as he approached Satoru, who responded by patting his face gently, but showed no sign of remorse.

They still went together to class, and he gave Suguru a light hug before returning to his coworkers. However, Suguru couldn't shake the feeling of Satoru being a little distant. What could have changed in such a short time for him to treat Suguru like that? They had been experiencing a clear tension for the last few months, but they were still friends. Satoru remained one of the closest people he had.

Suguru spent the entire week absolutely frustrated. For three days, he tried to find Satoru in the teacher’s lounge after classes, but he always ended up wasting time. That was conclusive proof he was being avoided. And even during their time together when Satoru was present, everything felt so impersonal. His chair was once again in front of Satoru instead of beside him. Satoru avoided his gaze, his touch. Even during classes, he avoided Suguru like the plague. Satoru didn’t mention his name for no reason like before, didn’t ask him to demonstrate exercises to the class, and didn’t select him to supervise the class in his absence. Satoru was everything he had never been before Suguru's birthday. 

“Problems in paradise?” Shoko had asked him one day. It was so obvious that even her was able to notice, even if he hadn’t complained to her once. 

The only thing that kept Suguru from exploding was the necklace Satoru still wore, hidden behind his shirt. A secret only they knew. 

This continued for a whole month, but Suguru didn’t feel like he could confront Satoru, ask him why he was behaving like that, and treating him like that. Suguru knew that everything was his fault. He was the one who used what he had in his power to elicit a reaction from Satoru, even going as far as kissing his cheek before the end of classes. Suguru was clever; he was aware that all of this was happening not because Satoru wanted to keep his distance to protect Suguru from heartbreak, but because Satoru felt the same. If all the moments they shared before the new school year were proof, every shaky breath Satoru let out when Suguru’s fingers leaned too close to his face or caressed his hair were real, and every spark of love and desire when Satoru looked at him in silence were genuine, then Suguru was right 

He couldn’t even feel happy about it though, he was being rejected, after all. 

The funny thing was that, even with everything Satoru had been doing, he still couldn’t let Suguru go. 

Suguru could see during his P.E class. Satoru would always show up and sit there to talk to Haibara-sensei. All Suguru could do was steal glances at him during activities, he wanted to pretend that whatever Satoru was doing was working. And with every glance, he saw Satoru look at him. Haibara always left Satoru by himself to talk to his own students before coming back to keep him company. And the whole time, all Satoru did was look at Suguru.

Suguru didn’t even need to see, he felt it. Satoru’s eyes were intense. It was as if Satoru was looking through his soul. He never minded that, but while being ignored, the longing he felt for Satoru grew, and his sharp gaze felt even more threatening. Satoru observed his well-built body, made from Suguru’s active lifestyle, his sweaty arms and nape. Suguru felt Satoru’s gaze burn when he lifted his shirt to clean his sweaty forehead, and started to do it on purpose. 

Satoru had decided to keep him at a distance, so Suguru would decrease that gap again, until Satoru had no choice but to accept him.

———

Satoru wanted peace, honestly. From his thoughts and from Suguru. He made a concerted effort to maintain their close relationship, continuing their meetings and conversations without wanting to lose Suguru. However, he was cautious about allowing unnecessary things that shouldn’t exist between friends, much less between teacher and student.

The problem was, he underestimated the depth of their connection and how deep he had already fallen. He had grown accustomed to spending hours with Suguru, their conversations flowing endlessly and laughter filling the room until his stomach ached. He had hoped to maintain that closeness despite his growing feelings of love, but Suguru was playing a risky game. With each step Suguru took towards intimacy, Satoru found himself taking two steps back. But what was done, was done. Satoru hadn’t known peace since he experienced the perfection of Suguru’s touch.

He tried to go clubbing on the weekends, even if he hadn’t stepped into one for a long time, but he tried. He went to the club, expecting to distract himself with booze and find someone to take home. Satoru was attractive, he didn’t have to search, people naturally came to him. But he couldn’t take more steps after a mere conversation, he was absolutely ruined. No one was interesting enough, no one had a voice nice enough, no one had a good enough smile, no one looked at him the way he wanted them to. He tried to ignore his own demands, he tried to go look for the opposite of what he wanted, but nothing worked.

This was how Satoru found himself sobbing between his sheets, with two fingers inside himself. He felt so, so bad for what he was doing. His heart ached and he felt a little like throwing up when he had started, but he couldn’t stop. Suguru did it again that week; he gazed at Satoru while he took his shirt off, bought a popsicle to eat while he was benched, played with such deep concentration that made him look so attractive. He did everything just to show off for Satoru. He talked to Satoru so closely too, staring at him with a heated gaze, touching Satoru's arms and hand.

Satoru couldn’t take off from his mind the image of Suguru’s arms flexing with the efforts he did. His body was so fit, shining with sweat. Satoru could only bite his pillow as he fucked himself with his fingers, thinking about how Suguru’s arms fitted him perfectly when they hugged. He could feel how tight Suguru was able to embrace him. Satoru let out a moan as he breathed through his mouth, his body trapped his cock between him and the pillow, creating a painful but good pressure. He bet his cock would also feel incredible with Suguru’s mouth wrapped around it. Suguru’s hair would be messy after Satoru gripped while he fucked his face. He knew that Suguru would suck him off eagerly, as if Satoru was the best thing he had ever put in his mouth.

Everything hurted from the guilt Satoru felt as he started to hump his pillow at the same time he inserted another finger into his hole. But his lust filled mind couldn't help but keep thinking; How would Suguru’s fingers feel instead of his own? Would he be able to reach deep inside Satoru? Would he be clumsy while fingering him? Satoru wanted to find out so badly. His fingers made squelch sounds as he moved them in and out his hole, clenching around it. Then, he started to imagine it was Suguru’s tongue eating him out. Suguru’s pretty red tongue he sometimes showed Satoru when Satoru made fun of him. Suguru holding his asscheks and presshing his tongue past his rim. Why did his student have to be so damn hot?

Suguru’s body would absolutely cover him just enough to make Satoru submit himself to him. He would be so warm on top of him. Satoru humped against his pillow desperately, out of breath as if he could feel the ghost touch of Suguru there, skin against skin. Suguru would ask Satoru if he felt good while Satoru fingered himself, watching how dirty his teacher was. 

Satoru whined, “Suguru…"

He needed him so much. Satoru knew he would be fucked so gently, like he was a precious vase that could break at any moment. His arms were tired but he tried to hit his prostate to cum as fast as he could. He felt the tears running down his face, moaning when his fingers reached his prostate and felt his own hand hitting his rim. I’m sorry, Satoru thought, but all he could let out were more moans as he dragged his aching cock against the fabric of his pillow. 

The rough fabric burned him a little, but he accepted that bit of pain. His fingers opened his insides as he cried out for Suguru again. He tried not to, but the image was too vivid. All he ached for was Suguru. All he could think about was Suguru, his student. He thrusted his fingers slicked with lube inside his hole and begged, pleading to be freed from this. He begged his feelings to go away, just as he pleaded for Suguru to fuck him with the love and care he knew he would give him. 

Satoru came on his pillow with a cry, cursing out angrily with every fiber of his being. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before taking it out. Suguru’s touches felt so good in his imagination, he hated it. He didn’t know how he would look at Suguru in the eyes after this. The worst part is that even after cumming, he still had the thought in his mind. He wasn’t just horny, he didn’t need just sex. He needed all of Suguru, really badly.

And that wasn't the first time Satoru did that.

When Suguru started to be more touchy with Satoru after his birthday, Satoru always got home pent up. He did his best to not touch the aching cock he hid under his pants every time Suguru ran his fingers through any part of him. Not to say he hadn’t felt these things before, but their interactions remained friendly enough, and the tension between them wasn't that palpable. He could easily ignore any strange reaction his body had to Suguru's proximity. 

However, the kiss on his cheek changed everything for Satoru so drastically. The guilt easily devoured every other emotion he had. Satoru was still just a lonely, lonely man. It had been too long since someone had him wrapped around their finger like this. He didn't even think any other person ever had this power over him. Satoru had never been flirted with in a way that shattered every fiber of his being, no matter how innocent or subtle, as Suguru was doing recently.

Suguru was no seduction demon, but Satoru easily fell for his temptations as if he were. And after feeling Suguru’s soft lips against his skin, he wasn't even able to wait until he got home. Satoru locked the door, and sat on his chair. He then pulled his cock out of his briefs and masturbated himself until he was coming hard onto his hands, with Suguru’s name stuck between his lips. Like the fucking pervert he was. 

After that, he drowned in so much guilt he couldn't even look at Suguru's texts. It took him too much of himself to reply to him or even feel like he was worthy of being alive every day. He had decided then that he needed space from Suguru; they needed space from each other. This was wrong on many levels and Satoru was barely able to live with himself after he had done that. 

Satoru was a big hypocrite, though, because even if he kept Suguru at arm's length, he still wasn't strong enough to keep him out of sight. And this led to Satoru moaning Suguru's name between his sheets. Sometimes with a toy in his ass, sometimes only with his fingers. He only tempted himself more by desiring something even farther away from him than before.

Satoru could chastise himself all he wanted, thinking that he couldn't look at Suguru again, knowing he was imagining Suguru fucking him until he became a whimpering mess. Yet, he always looked, always met the intensity of Suguru's gaze once again. His guilt and his shame were losing to his love and hunger. And now, all Satoru could do was try to keep them caged from Suguru's greedy eyes.

Satoru wasn’t much of a crier — he had even forgotten how it felt to cry. But apparently, the moment he decided to tangle his life and emotions with Suguru, he signed a contract in which he would feel every emotion he hadn’t felt for years. How could he resist Suguru when he made Satoru feel like a human being again?

———

“Took me a year, but I was invited to a mix for the first time recently,” Suguru said, breaking the weird silence that had settled between him and Satoru. That had been happening a lot recently. If it were months ago, they would have shared a comfortable silence, each engrossed in their own activities, simply enjoying their time together. But since everything took a weird turn, their moments of silence were more uncomfortable than anything. Suguru really disliked it, because his moments with Satoru were precious. He almost didn't have them anymore these weeks since Satoru avoided him, and on top of that, they were walking on eggshells with each other. But the only way to break that tension was talking about it, and if Suguru talked about it, he would lose Satoru for real. Suguru didn’t want to face the confrontation or deal with the aftermath, so he would keep acting like everything was okay.

“You’re finally the popular senpai, congratulations Suguru,” Satoru’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he said it, and he could barely keep looking at Suguru for long. Satoru's eyes always wandered to a spot on the wall or a random object on the table. “Any cute girls you’re interested in are going?”

At that, Suguru laughed bitterly. Satoru didn’t even bat an eye to his reaction. 

“I don’t think so, no.” As his laughter stopped, only a tiny smile remained on Suguru’s face. “Have you ever gone to a mixer, Satoru?”

“I was really popular back then,” Satoru smirked, still trying to distract himself with something to avoid looking at Suguru. “So I was invited to a lot of those. Eventually people stopped inviting me because I always stole the spotlight.”

“I can imagine,” Suguru replied. He leaned his face on his hand, using his elbow for support on the table. “I don’t think I’m going though.”

“Why not?” Satoru glanced at him.

“There’s only me and two other guys, the rest are all girls.” 

“Isn’t that the point?” The pen Satoru was twirling on his hand was placed down as he talked. Suguru had gotten his attention. 

“Unfortunately. If it was only boys, maybe I could give it a chance.” Suguru looked at Satoru as he spoke. Satoru stared at him for a second. Then, he picked up his pen to start twirling it again.

“Well then, you could create your own non-mixer. Why not be a revolutionary?” 

“Then I would have to invite people I have some degree of interest in, no?” Suguru leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Probably. Anyone in mind?” Satoru now had decided to tap the pen against the table. It sounded a little like a clock, maybe a timer. He leaned back on his own chair and finally seemed to gather the courage to look at Suguru for more than five seconds.

“Yeah, maybe that problematic guy from the third year. Sukuna? I think that was his name. He’s hot,” Suguru spoke calmly, gazing at Satoru and searching for any micro-reactions he had. “Maybe the one in the first year too, Mahito. He’s a little weird, a little pervert too. He’s cute, though.”

“You seem to feel attraction to really problematic people.” Satoru commented.

“I have some interesting tastes, I would say. I even tend to prefer older guys, actually.” 

Satoru halted his tapping.

“Is that so?” Satoru leaned on the table as he asked. Suguru mirrored his movements. That was the first time in weeks that Satoru allowed him to get so close. “Older men are usually not so reliable.”

Suguru hummed before saying, “Are you not reliable?”

Satoru gave him a weak smile, “Don’t do that, Suguru.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Suguru moved his hand resting on the table and touched Satoru’s elbow with his pinky. Satoru looked at it and then at him again. 

Satoru let out a heavy sigh, "What do I do with you?"

Suguru moved his hands a little closer, gently touching Satoru's arm with his palm.

"Pay attention to me, Satoru."

"I am." Satoru looked at him like he was trying hard to not lose a battle. Suguru just wanted him to relent, really. 

"I'm patient." Suguru said as he caressed Satoru's arm with his fingers. Satoru pulled away and Suguru almost let out a pitiful whine. He just wanted Satoru, was that so bad? Was that a difficult thing to ask for even if he knew Satoru wanted him too?

"I think you should go." Satoru turned his chair away from him. 

"Satoru," He called. 

"I'll talk to you later, Suguru." Satoru said, and then, his voice got quiet as a whisper before he continued, "I need you to go, please."

Suguru wanted to hug him, saying it was alright. He wanted to say that he just wanted to be with Satoru and he didn't need to think about anything else, this could be another secret of theirs too. He just wanted to give Satoru the love he deserved, the care he needed. 

Suguru walked around the table, and before Satoru could ask him to go once again, Suguru put his hands on the chair arms and leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek. He then moved his lips to Satoru's ear and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

As he leaned back a little, still close to Satoru's face, Suguru saw Satoru's eyes closed. He swallowed down his feelings, and as he was about to straighten his back and leave, Satoru's hand came to his face. His big, warm hands held Suguru’s face while his thumb caressed his cheekbone. Suguru was being so tempted it was unfair.

"Go." Satoru said quietly. His hands fell off Suguru's face and he turned completely away from him. 

Suguru exhaled hard through his nose and walked out the teacher's lounge. He didn't turn back, and neither did Satoru.

———

Suguru didn’t know what more he could do to make Satoru accept his feelings, even though he still had not explicitly told him what those feelings were. Satoru already knew, and that was precisely the reason for his behavior. He was so frustrated that he couldn’t think about anything else.

He sat with his head leaning against the wall as he smoked with Shoko on the roof. He had picked up smoking as a habit, since it calmed his nerves down a little. Not much, since the intensity of what Satoru made him feel was beyond normal at this point. 

Shoko, who stood by his side, spoke up after taking a drag of her own cigarette, “You’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that, dude.”

“Satoru will kill me before I get wrinkles.” he bluntly replied, releasing the smoke through his nose and appreciating how it burned.

“Here we go again…” Shoko sighed. She tapped the cig with her finger before putting it between her lips. “Why don’t you just confess to him? He’s not gonna be able to avoid the subject and it will put an end to both of your miseries.”

“The ‘end’ is gonna be him rejecting me even though he wants to be with me too.” Suguru looked up to the sky, just as blue as Satoru’s eyes. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply from his own cig.

“Suguru, if that’s his choice, you have no business trying to make him do the opposite,” Shoko words are filled with sincerity as she spoke, “I know you want this to work, but this situation is not the usual high school love story. He must be suffering too.”

“That’s exactly the reason why I need him to accept me. Knowing that he’s suffering is what makes me anguished,” He turned his head to look at his friend. “I don’t want him to push me away and get lonely again. I am here, Shoko. I just need him to see it, I just need him to be a little more selfish.”

Suguru couldn’t bear the mere thought of giving up on Satoru right now. Not when he let himself be so vulnerable with Suguru. Not when his eyes pleaded for Suguru to leave before he made a regrettable decision. Suguru wanted him to act on his desires without feeling remorse.

Their feelings were real, that’s what mattered to Suguru, regardless of Satoru’s doubts. He understood the societal roles they inhabited, but those distinctions held no weight in his heart. Satoru brought him joy, and Suguru reciprocated, willing to comply with any request from Satoru, except for leaving him. No matter how many times Satoru might ask, Suguru would never turn away.

Satoru could only truly be himself when he was with Suguru.

For Suguru, the prospect of leaving Satoru was more devastating than the pain of rejection itself. The thought of Satoru being alone outweighed any personal anguish. Suguru was determined to make Satoru understand that his love was genuine and unconditional. Satoru could be anyone — another student, a bartender, or just a nobody on the street. Suguru would still fall in love with him. Though Satoru held the position of Suguru’s teacher, in Suguru’s heart, he was just his friend, and his love. 

“This must be hard for him, Suguru. We’re a lot younger, you study under him, the guy must be in shambles. He didn’t do any move on you but the thought alone must take a toll on him.” Shoko squatted down to sit beside him and stretched her legs, throwing one of them on top of Suguru’s. 

“I know,” Suguru softly said. “I could even wait if he wanted me to. But why would he touch my face and look at me the way he does? He just needs a push. Eventually I will not be his student anymore, and then we can just be a regular couple, you know?”

“You’re so persistent, dude.” Shoko put out the cigarette on the concrete. “You’re gonna kill that guy.”

Suguru shrugged and Shoko leaned her head on his shoulder. As he finished his own cigarette, Shoko opened her mouth again. “Gojo-sensei is really popular.”

“That he is,” He agreed, and then murmured.”So annoying.”

Shoko snorted, “He has been receiving a lot of confessions recently. The girls from the first year are crazy about him.”

Suguru flicked his finger on her forehead, “How do you even know about these things?”

She slapped his hand before saying, “The girl’s bathroom is an incredible place, you would be surprised with the kind of things you can discover inside one.”

“And where do you want to go with this?” Suguru asked.

“There’s this girl on the first year, don’t know her name, could be Hana or Sadako—”

“These are very different names.”

“Suguru,” Shoko looked at him. “Do I look like I care?”

He shook his head. Shoko gave him a thumbs up before leaning her head on him again. She proceeded, “The point is, there's this girl who's been telling everyone since last week that she's planning to confess to Gojo-sensei after class tomorrow. According to her, she has almost a hundred percent chance to date him, since she’s his favorite student.”

Suguru cackled at that, “What?”

Shoko huffed out a laugh and nodded as she said, “She’s always saying that. And the friend that’s always with her, Amanai, keeps saying that he’s like that with everyone and that Gojo sensei’s a scumbag.”

“She’s not wrong, though. But he’s not a scumbag.”

“You say that because you’re just as bad as him.” Shoko said. Suguru just put his hands up, not even trying to defend himself. “Anyway, apparently people believe her. Don’t even ask me why but they’re already the famous couple of the first years.”

Suguru just looked at her with a straight face and once again asked, “What?”

“Just young girls things… don’t worry about it.”

Suguru does exactly as Shoko said. He knew that Satoru was the most popular teacher in the school and had many fans, almost like he was some type of idol. Every time he was walking through the school corridors with Satoru to help him carry things, Satoru greeted someone at every step. It annoyed Suguru a bit; the fact he wasn’t the only one able to perceive Satoru, and look at him lovingly. He wasn't concerned about Satoru because he knew he was a unique presence in Satoru’s life, and Satoru never engaged in serious flirting with anyone, much less students. He couldn’t even handle Suguru. 

But, Satoru was way more gentle than people gave him credit for. One day, when someone gave him a letter while they were walking to class together, Satoru told him that even though he didn’t take the confessions seriously, he kept them in a drawer of the teacher’s lounge. Suguru had asked him why, and Satoru explained that the students put effort into writing them, so he didn’t want to waste it. Later, he showed Suguru that he hadn’t even opened them. Satoru was just that, a playful guy with a big heart when it came to his students. Although, the fact that Satoru kept many words of love from other people but didn’t accept his rubbed Suguru the wrong way. 

He didn’t care about the girl's confession; he didn’t take it seriously. But when Suguru thought about Satoru receiving another letter, another confession, another declaration from someone who’s not him, he started to get a little pissed off.

Suguru stood up quickly and walked towards his backpack, which he and Shoko used to keep the door to the roof closed to avoid being perturbed. Ignoring Shoko’s confused glare, he took a piece of paper from his notebook and a pen and came back to where he was. His footsteps made noise as he stepped through the pebbles, kicking all of them out of his way as he walked.

Seeing Suguru using his own legs as support and starting to write, Shoko asked as she leaned on his shoulder to spy, “What are you doing?”

“Writing a confession letter,” he said simply.

Shoko’s laughter reverberated through his ears, and he winced, but didn’t stop writing.

“I knew that you were the jealous type. This is so good. Are you going to confess?”

“I will give this to him. Does it count as a confession if he already knows how I feel?” He looked at her through the corner of his eyes. 

Shoko answered, “I mean, a confession is a confession. You didn’t say shit to him about your feelings yet, so.”

Suguru only nodded and kept working on his letter. Maybe he was a little jealous, but he thought he was justified. Their relationship was unique to both of them, as if they were made to be with each other. On top of that, Satoru had been suffering because of his role in Suguru’s life, and people were suggesting that he would be okay with being with someone else? No one knew about both of them, which was fair, but still. Suguru was pissed. If any relationship needed support, it was his and Satoru’s. Satoru’s heart belonged to him, and while no one needed to know, he didn’t want anyone trying to steal it either.

———

Suguru had never been more grateful for his popularity at school, thanks to his friendliness and good looks. Not long after he and Shoko left the rooftop, he quickly struck up conversations with colleagues, who in turn introduced him to even more people who had heard of him but had never actually met him. Eventually, he managed to track down a first-year student who knew the time and place where the ‘Girl Shoko Doesn’t Remember the Name and Neither Does He’ would be pouring her heart out to Satoru the next day.

Feeling frustrated after once again failing to find Satoru at their usual spot and receiving no response to his ‘Good morning text’, Suguru returned home and decided to look up a DIY guide to craft his own love letter from scratch. He lacked colored paper, stickers, and colored markers, he had only a plain letter he had written out of spite — he hadn’t even intended Satoru to read — and a piece of white paper that he had to fashion into an envelope. Suguru was not exactly skilled in arts and crafts, but he made do with some colored pens borrowed from the twins next door, and he was quite satisfied with the result. He decided to keep the white envelope, adorned with some colorful fish drawings and a lone star-shaped sticker, the only one the twins had allowed him to take.

Only before he went to sleep did he receive a ‘Sleep well’ text from Satoru. He smiled a little upon seeing it and replied with ‘You too’. At least Satoru wasn’t totally cutting him off. Following the weird moment they had the week before, Satoru seemed to have decided to treat it as if it were a hallucination and resumed conversing with Suguru as if nothing had happened, although with his usual avoidance.That day, Suguru left the room struggling to not explode in the middle of the hallway with how much he wanted to kiss Satoru stupid. 

Every time Satoru allowed him even a taste of his touch, Suguru would lie on his bed late at night, replaying the moment in his mind, trying to recreate the feeling of Satoru’s closeness as his hands slid into his briefs, until the only sounds in his room were his gasps, his heavy breathing, and Satoru’s name. Afterwards, he would feel dazed enough and tired enough to sleep. Yet even then, Satoru haunted his dreams. Suguru felt like he was absolutely losing his mind.

On the day of the confession, Suguru even went to school with his hair down, hoping to throw Satoru off a little, as Suguru rarely wore his hair that way. He was prepared to create a special occasion if necessary, just to make Satoru take him seriously, even if the situation itself was somewhat comical, a product of Suguru’s nonsensical jealousy.

He discovered the girl's usual whereabouts the day before and spent the entire day watching the clock, ignoring Shoko's remarks that he seemed a little unhinged. When the last bell rang, he dashed to the first-year floor and easily found the girl amidst a crowd of others. She looked quite ordinary, yet undeniably cute. Her black hair was tied into two braids resting on her shoulders, her big round eyes giving her a perpetually surprised expression, and a small birthmark adorned her mouth.

Suguru maintained a nonchalant demeanor, engaging in conversation with people he was familiar with until he saw the girl finally move, this time alone. Despite feeling a little like a creep, he was already committed to his plan. She was utterly distracted and clueless, oblivious to Suguru's presence as he followed closely behind her, which worked in his favor. Suguru hid behind a wall as the girl came to a stop and ran excitedly towards Satoru, who had been standing there, casually inspecting his nails until he noticed the approaching student.

As she came to a stop, Suguru saw Satoru about to open his mouth to refuse instantly as he always does, but the girl beat him to it. She bowed to him, offering her pink letter and talking loudly about how she knew that Satoru would say they couldn’t be together, but everyone in her year supported their relationship.

Suguru watched as Satoru turned his head to laugh while the girl wasn’t looking, but she continued talking, going on and on about her feelings. She expressed how Satoru was the most handsome man she had ever seen and how he treated her well. Suguru rolled his eyes at the superficiality of her words. It was nothing new to him, but he found it amusing how Satoru's facial expressions changed with each absurd thing she said, like when she claimed to know he liked her back because he always said she got the answers correctly in class. Satoru's lips could barely stay still, and Suguru found himself smiling along with him. It was a little bit funny how innocent she was.

“Mitsuri-chan,” Suguru heard Satoru say and immediately had to hold himself back from cackling. That was a common nickname Satoru gave to people who wore braids, inspired by a character from an anime he liked. Satoru had no idea what this girl’s name was either. “I am so glad you admire me this much. But I have absolutely no interest in my dear students.”

Suguru rolled his eyes once again. At least he was the exception. Satoru would never have liked anyone their age if not him, so even though Satoru was lying, he was not wrong.

The girl whom Satoru nicknamed Mitsuri said, “But I promise I could make you happy! This is all I want!”

Satoru paused for a few seconds before speaking, “If my happiness lay with someone else, would that be okay, Mitsuri-chan?”

The girl quickly looked up, “Do you already have someone, sensei? No one ever saw you with anyone!”

Ouch. Suguru couldn’t help but wince. Satoru was really, really lonely before him.

Satoru softly replied, “I do. I don’t know if I can stay with them though.”

Suguru felt his pulse quickening as he heard these words.

Mitsuri gripped Satoru’s hand, startling him slightly. Her voice reverberated as she exclaimed excitedly, “Sensei! I am very sad I’m not the person you like, but if this person can make you happy, I’ll root for you! Please tell them how you feel, they will accept you! If they don’t, just tell me and I will kick their butt!”

Satoru laughed with her response and patted her head, “Thank you. I hope you find some guys in the first year as amazing as I am.”

“That’s too much to ask, sensei. Although my friend Amanai says you’re not that handsome and too annoying, I don't agree! But I will try to move on!”

Satoru doesn’t know how to reply, so he just pats her one more time and tells her to go. Suguru already feels his legs numb from the time he spent crouching to avoid being seen. 

When the girl finally walked away, skipping as if she hadn’t just been rejected, Suguru finally got up. He watched as Satoru analyzed the letter before slipping it into his pocket. As Satoru turned to walk away, Suguru left his hidden spot and approached him.

“Hey, sensei. Do you have time for one more letter?”

Satoru looked back, surprised as he heard Suguru’s voice. He turned to face Suguru and sighed as Suguru walked toward him, “Suguru, please, don’t.”

Determined, Suguru stood in front of him and met Satoru’s gaze. “Please,” he insisted.

“Suguru…” Satoru swept his hands over his face, tiredly.

“Just hear me out one time, Satoru. Stop pushing me away.” Suguru begged. He didn’t want to get pushed back again and again, especially after hearing Satoru tell another person that his heart was already taken. How could Suguru just ignore that?

Satoru’s expression reflected pure confusion and sadness as he once again battled with himself, torn between fleeing or staying. He sighed once more and nodded quietly.

Suguru wasted no time. He bowed and offered his letter to Satoru, licking his lips nervously before he began to speak.

“I’m not talking to Gojo-sensei, I’m talking to my Satoru. Gojo Satoru, please accept my feelings. You can throw away all the love letters you’ve received until now, because this one that I give you is the only one that matters, from the man who has you inside his heart too. You don’t have to give me an answer, just please, at least let me court you.”

Suguru looked up as he finished, seeing Satoru biting his lower lip with his eyebrows furrowed — frustrated, confused and probably angry at himself. Suguru placed his letter in Satoru’s hand and observed as his fingers tightly gripped it. Closing their distance a little more, Suguru watched Satoru's heavy breathing as he leaned in. This time, he didn’t kiss Satoru's cheek but the corner of his mouth. Suguru shivered at his moment of self-indulgence, feeling the softness of Satoru’s lips so close yet so far from reach. He retreated slowly, his gaze meeting Satoru’s bright eyes. Watching as Satoru swallowed hard, Suguru stepped back, turned away, and walked off.

Satoru was slowly letting him get away with things, allowing his defenses to lower as his own feelings for Suguru were winning against his stubbornness and morals. Suguru just needed to work a little harder, and he was ready for it. 

———

After his confession, Suguru embarked on a mission to dismantle the last barriers Satoru had built around himself. His strategy was simple: to continue what he had been doing for months — loving Satoru. He just took more things onto his hands to show Satoru he was ready to handle a relationship with him.

Suguru began slowly. When he couldn’t find Satoru at their usual meeting spot, he would leave flowers there for him. He overheard some of his other teachers discussing it.

“Does Gojo-san have a secret admirer or something?” one would say.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. But this one is particularly determined, huh.” the other would reply.

Suguru would smile to himself when he found the flowers arranged in a vase on Satoru's desk. He wouldn't mention them, pretending he hadn't noticed. They would engage in conversation, discussing recent events and school matters, occasionally indulging in gossip about someone they both disliked.

In Satoru’s classes, Suguru would keep following him with his gaze, simply because he wanted to look at him, admire him. He could easily discern Satoru's nervousness, evident in his reddening ears and his fidgety hands, which seemed to be constantly in motion, trying to distract himself from Suguru's gaze. Whenever their eyes met, Satoru would quickly avert his gaze, but Suguru could always catch the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. Each time he managed to make Satoru smile, Suguru felt his heart swell with happiness. He loved Satoru so much it consumed all of his being. 

Suguru had also long noticed Satoru's eating habits — he often either ate at the cafeteria or only ate convenience store food and sweets. Whenever Suguru asked about it, Satoru would brush off his concerns, insisting that everything was fine. So, Suguru took it upon himself to wake up early each morning to prepare two bentos. When his parents questioned his change of routine, since he normally ate at school with Shoko, he simply told them that both he and Shoko missed home-cooked meals, which wasn't entirely untrue. Home-cooked meals were much better than the school cafeteria anyway. Suguru would then seek out Satoru, even visiting other classrooms if necessary, just to deliver the bentos to him. He would call Satoru out into the hallway to receive them, and though Satoru would initially try to refuse, Suguru would insist, telling him that he had put his best effort into preparing them, leaving Satoru with no choice but to accept.

At the end of the day, Satoru would return the empty bento, saying thanks awkwardly. And Suguru just felt like he wanted to keep doing this for Satoru every single day for the rest of their lives. Knowing that Satoru was happy and fed because of him made Suguru feel so fulfilled — a totally new feeling for him, born from caring for the man he loved.

Satoru also finally accepted one of his propositions to hang out. They hadn’t done that since Suguru’s birthday. He let Satoru choose where they were going and they ended up in an arcade. Suguru would’ve thought that Satoru was avoiding romantic environments if he didn’t know Satoru’s tastes. Satoru wanted to actually hang out with him, doing things they both liked to do. They loved to discuss video games. Satoru had even let Suguru borrow his switch to play Pokemon. So even though they were in a date-but-not-really-a-date situation, for the first time in weeks, they had fun without heaviness in their heart. Being stuck together in a room where their story began and their hierarchy was evident, made it difficult for them to relax. Going out with Satoru meant they were able to just be Suguru and Satoru, two people who liked each other and spent time together. And that’s exactly what they did.

Suguru never thought he could have so much fun with someone as he had with Satoru. As they played the games together, he couldn’t even think about how close were their bodies or their hands. They competed against each other and made fun of the one who lost, played as a duo against people they just met, won each other ugly plushies, ate high-calorie burgers and sodas with too much sugar, and overall just had too much fun being together. Suguru just had another confirmation of how much he loved Satoru’s presence, Satoru’s humor and personality. He could never get enough of it. 

Suguru couldn’t even help looking lovingly at Satoru devouring two hamburgers at the same time.

“Whaf?” Satoru had said when he saw Suguru staring at him, mouthful and with ketchup on his face. Suguru just shook his head and let out a laugh. That day was the lighter he felt in weeks, since there was always tension when he was with Satoru at school. 

Satoru tried to keep his own smile and finish eating before he looked at Suguru with the same gaze Suguru gave him. Suguru sighed fondly and cleaned the ketchup from Satoru’s face with his thumb and licked it. He watched as Satoru’s eyes followed the movement of his tongue and Satoru threw his head between his arms and groaned. Suguru just let out a chuckle and called him to continue playing.

Their hang out was successful though, finally being able to close the distance with Satoru and make him realize how their relationship was good for both of them is what mattered. They hesitated a little when they parted ways, not knowing exactly what to do. 

And then, Satoru surprised Suguru with a kiss on his cheek. He finally made a move and Suguru couldn’t be more overjoyed, so he gave Satoru the most sincere smile he had as they exchanged goodbyes. Suguru threw himself at his bed when he got home, grinning like a madman. He loved Satoru too much, he felt as if he was being broken into pieces and rebuilt at the same time over and over again. There was just too much sentiment inside him. 

Suguru was almost there.

———

Satoru felt like banging his head against the wall every time he came home.

He had never been courted before, let alone by someone younger than him. How did Suguru even know what courting was? Who told him that? Why did Satoru have to be the victim? 

Satoru was absolutely going nuts. He accepted every single one of Suguru's proposals to hang out and regretted it the moment he said yes. Yet, when they actually spent time together, Satoru found himself having the most fun he had in years. It was all so, so unfair.

He had promised to distance himself, to avoid, not to succumb, but there he was — laughing with Suguru outside of school, longing to kiss him every time Suguru won a game and teased Satoru for losing. He found himself embracing all the positive emotions Suguru brought him, reveling in them and yearning for more. He felt like the biggest hypocrite, but couldn’t bring himself to feel too guilty about it. 

Suguru seemed determined to put all of Satoru’s guilt out of him, put it in a blender and toss it away, while simultaneously making Satoru consume all of his love. He didn’t feel deserving of such a gentle soul entangled with his own, yet he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go of Suguru.

Spending time with Suguru again was gradually weakening Satoru day by day, and he feared what Suguru would do if he realized the extent to which Satoru was sacrificing for him. For two months, Satoru struggled to hold himself together, pretending to be an unmovable force when, in reality, his strength was feeble against Suguru’s relentless waves. 

Although their relationship never felt better, it was terrifying. Satoru felt like he was having his actual first love at twenty-seven, just the thought of Suguru left his heart swelling like it was about to leave his chest and run to Suguru’s hands.

And one day, as Satoru walked through the school hallways, which were about to be filled with students, afraid of spilling all of his feelings on the ground with how much he kept inside, he heard a door being opened and his wrist suddenly grabbed. Satoru found himself being pulled inside the janitor’s closet and the door was closed. No one would do that to him but one person, and he looked at Suguru, who held his wrist.

“What are you doing?” Satoru asked, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible.

Suguru moved his hand, sliding through Satoru’s palm, fingers, until he let go completely. He then said, “You told me earlier that you had a light headache,” he stepped closer, “I thought I could give you the medicine I usually carry with me.”

Satoru held his breath and only said oh since his brain couldn’t come up with a proper answer as Suguru stepped even closer, closing any gap they had between them.

Suguru slowly put his hands on Satoru’s hip, and Satoru exhaled heavily through his nose as they gazed at each other. He felt like if he moved even a tiny bit, the spell would be broken. That was what he should do, what he should’ve done. But Satoru was just a man. He felt the warmth of Suguru’s hand through his clothes, and Suguru slowly moved his hands to Satoru’s back, going down slowly as Satoru gulped. He searched Suguru’s eyes for answers, pleading to Suguru have the decency to stop, because Satoru couldn’t. Satoru was at his limit; his emotions and his heart were already leaking through his pores.

Satoru unconsciously leaned his head even closer to the other's face as Suguru’s hand entered his back pockets, putting a small medicine pill there and then resting on his ass. Suguru looked at him through his lashes and their breaths mingled together. Satoru didn’t even know if he was even breathing the right way. All he could feel was Suguru pulling him close, and his legs walking until they were chest to chest.

His hands trembled, he didn’t know if he could move his arms. Satoru was hypnotized, watching Suguru’s tongue lick his own lips, and Suguru’s eyes observing every single detail of Satoru’s face, like he was counting his lashes, or the light freckles on his nose. Satoru moved his trembling hands, not even thinking about what he was doing and why he shouldn’t be doing it. He settled one of them on Suguru’s neck, and the other he held Suguru’s face. Satoru watched as Suguru’s adam’s apple moved as he swallowed down before he parted his red lips.

“Satoru,” Suguru’s voice was so soft, so gentle. His eyes almost pleading as he said, “Please, accept me.”

Satoru wanted to tear himself open and give everything he had inside himself to Suguru, because at this point, he was his from inside out. Satoru was going crazy because he already accepted Suguru inside himself a long time ago. He just never thought that he would be robbed from everything he had. If he hadn’t Suguru, he would not be himself anymore. He didn’t know who he was before he let Suguru fill his heart with liveliness and real emotions again. How could he not accept him?

He tried, Satoru really, really tried. No one could say that he didn’t. He could chastise himself as much as he wanted later, but right now, with Suguru’s breath warming his face, he gave up.

Satoru closed his eyes and leaned in. 

Just the press of his lips on Suguru’s felt like his world was turned upside down. Nothing ever existed before he felt the softness of Suguru’s lips against his. He heard Suguru let out a whine and he almost did the same. Suguru waited so much, and so did he.

After a few seconds, Satoru separated from Suguru slowly, feeling every part of their lips detaching themselves from each other with a light smack. He opened his eyes first and saw Suguru’s lashes fluttering as he opened his. Satoru exhaled through his mouth, feeling every inch of self control flying away from him as Suguru’s eyes absolutely begged him to just take, and take, and take. And right now, Satoru was just being carried by Suguru’s harsh waves.

Satoru moved his hand that rested on Suguru’s cheek, caressing his way down to his jaw and putting his thumb on Suguru’s chin. He pulled Suguru's mouth open with ease as Suguru let himself be at Satoru’s mercy, even if everything started with the opposite. 

Their height difference showed as Suguru closed his eyes again and Satoru leaned in, licking inside Suguru’s mouth with his tongue. None of them could hold back their sounds this time as they moaned lightly, finally tasting each other. The kiss was languid, they poured on each other every single one of their desires with the brush of their tongues. All Satoru heard was their filthy sounds of kisses and the whimpers their throat couldn’t hold. Suguru’s tongue was so moist and warm inside his mouth, moving like he wanted to taste every single part of Satoru. And to Satoru, Suguru's mouth was absolute paradise; Suguru's bitterness fit perfectly with Satoru's sweetness. 

Suguru tightened the grip he had on Satoru’s ass and took a few steps until Satoru’s back hit the wall of the tiny space. 

They breathed against each other's mouths as they separated. Satoru didn't really want to open his eyes and deal with reality but he did it anyway. And Suguru was there, desiring him like no one ever did. Satoru didn’t wait another second to glue his mouth to Suguru’s again as Suguru’s hand moved to grip his waist and hold his thigh. He curled his arms around Suguru’s neck and gave him all that he had. 

Satoru could cry for finally having Suguru like this after denying himself so much and only giving way to his imagination. The reality was better than anything his lovesick mind could come up with.

Suguru dared to hold both his legs and press Satoru against the wall. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle because what the hell? Satoru was a very big man and somehow, Suguru could handle him, just as he imagined. He gasped as Suguru placed wet kisses on his neck, since Satoru had started to laugh, interrupting their kiss. 

Satoru wrapped his legs around Suguru and he leaned his neck to the side to give way to Suguru's kisses. The drag of Suguru's tongue licking a strip on his pulse sent a rush through Satoru's cock, and he felt himself twitch inside his pants. Embarrassed, he turned his head to the side to catch Suguru's mouth as he came up. Satoru sucked Suguru's bottom lip, feeling himself losing his rationality at every second that passed. 

“Where did you learn those things?,” Satoru asked in a whisper against the soft lips as he nipped on it, and kissed again and again. 

Suguru didn't really want to stop the movement of his lips taking off Satoru's strawberry lip gloss, but he murmured, “Some friends I had growing up were curious.” he kissed the corner of Satoru's mouth and then his cheek, “That's also how I discovered that I was gay.”

“Thank God.” Satoru replied and Suguru giggled as he gave Satoru another peck before sliding his tongue inside Satoru's mouth again. 

Satoru felt like he was burning from inside out, as if Suguru's hands and mouth were pure fire penetrating through his skin. His fingers gripped Suguru's shirt, trying to keep himself from drowning, without much success. Satoru was caged between Suguru and the wall, the body in front of him so close he didn't even know where he ended and Suguru began. 

Suguru kissed him like he starved for years on end and would perish if he let go of Satoru for more than a few seconds. When Suguru's lips weren't on his, they were on his throat, biting and marking Satoru. And all Satoru could do was let him have it, gasping and breathing hard through his mouth with every droplet of love that fell on him through Suguru's sinful lips. 

When he felt Suguru purposefully pressing against his almost too visible erection, making him grind on Suguru's abdomen, he tried to gather his mind, which was scattered all over the place with Suguru's name written on every broken piece. Satoru whispered, “Suguru, I have a class to teach.”

Suguru placed a trail of kisses from his collarbone to his chin, and Satoru rested his head against the wall as he melted under Suguru. 

Between the caress Suguru did on his throat with his lips, as if worshiping him, Suguru said, “Skip it. Stay with me.”

The signal soared loudly, and Suguru pressed even more against him, avoiding any chances of Satoru leaving. Satoru sighed loudly and kissed the pout on Suguru's lips.

“You're a bad influence, terrible.” Satoru caressed Suguru, moving his fingers up and down from his hair to his nape. “I’m even worse because I’m seriously considering it.”

Suguru smiled at that. The footsteps started to soar loudly on the other side of the door. 

“Do you want to create a rumor in the School?” Suguru spoke between the light kisses he placed on Satoru's lips, “About weird sounds inside the cleaning closet? Are they ghosts?”

Suguru bit Satoru's lip as he moved against the body in front of him, creating friction on Satoru's cock, and making him let out a soft moan.

“Just students messing around?”

Suguru slid the hands gripping Satoru's thigh to his asscheeks, feeling him through the fabric of Satoru's dress pants. Satoru shivered and seeked him out for a deep heated kiss, whining as Suguru sucked his tongue.

“Or is it just Gojo-sensei receiving so much love from his favorite student?”

He decided to enjoy Suguru's fantasies a little, letting himself be practically toyed with as they kissed. Suguru's hands gripped his flesh through his clothes, making Satoru's blood pump even faster through his body, wishing that he could just feel Suguru's touch directly, marking his hands on him. 

Suguru was clearly just doing whatever he wanted to try to make Satoru feel good. He trapped Satoru between his body and the wall so he didn't fall and moved one of his hands to grip Satoru's hips, then slid his hand to Satoru's pelvis, dangerously close to his cock. He slowly traced Satoru's bottom lip with his tongue, breathlessly saying, “I want you so much.”

Satoru gazed at him through his pretty white lashes and pulled him to meet his lips again. Satoru wanted him just as much, but they needed to be a little more conscious. He let his mouth go from Suguru's, moving his hot breath to Suguru's ear, licking slightly through the piercings he oh so much loved before speaking with a sultry tone, “Not now, Suguru.”

When he met Suguru's eyes again, Suguru looked at him like a kicked puppy and Satoru couldn't resist holding him and pulling him for more. He sighed into the kiss as the clock ticked and the sounds of footsteps became fainter. They were both very, very late.

Suguru suddenly said, between their soft exchange, “I waited so long just for this, I can wait more.”

Satoru kissed his cheeks as an apology. He didn't want to move too fast, he had no idea of how he would feel after they left this tiny space. 

“But don't avoid me again, Satoru. Please, I can't take it.” Suguru had moved his hands up and was now just hugging Satoru by the waist. His arms wrapped around Satoru tightly, and Satoru let his legs fall, standing again as he held Suguru back, curling his arms around his neck. “Just let me love you, we can take it slow.”

Satoru took a deep breath, touching the tip of nose on Suguru's neck, smelling his comforting cologne and light residuous of cigarette. He nodded and just knew that Suguru understood his response through the way he squeezed Satoru. 

“I like you so much,” Satoru murmured, nuzzling on the soft skin and placing a kiss on it. He then confessed, “It's terrifying.”

Suguru moved his head back and Satoru did the same so Suguru could gently kiss his lips before saying, “Me too.”

“You're my first love, Satoru. Do you know how scary that is?” Suguru asked, and Satoru closed his eyes as Suguru touched their foreheads. “You're not the only one experiencing everything. I’m here too. I’m here, Satoru.”

“Sorry, you should’ve had a normal relationship.” Satoru said. 

Suguru caressed his back, “But I’m choosing to be with you. I can't think for even a moment of loving someone that's not you.”

Satoru opened his eyes to find Suguru's bright ones, like an amethyst, “Me neither. And this is so fucked up, Suguru.”

“Just choose me back, Satoru. We will make it work.” 

And how could he not. Satoru wasn't the same person he was before meeting Suguru and loving Suguru. He would battle and fight and go to a million wars against his feelings, his morals, but would always end up losing to the love he held. 

He replied to Suguru by sliding his tongue past Suguru's lips, yielding to Suguru's love. He softly moaned, satisfied, letting it be swallowed by Suguru's mouth, pulling Suguru close and brushing their tongues together.

Before he lost himself again, he tapped Suguru's shoulder so he separated their mouths. Looking at Suguru's red lips a little swollen from their kisses, glistening with their shared spit, Satoru knew he probably wasn't much better. He told Suguru, “We need to go.”

The hallways were silent, everyone was already in class. 

Suguru unhappily agreed. He usually would never skip class or even suggest it, but finally being able to hold Satoru between his arms and hands was too good to let go when he didn't know what would happen after. 

“You go first, my pants make this a little hard to hide.” Satoru pointed to his groin and saw Suguru looking at it and quickly averting his gaze, embarrassedly covering his mouth with a fist. Satoru held his smile back and said, “Yours is less visible, and we obviously can't leave together.”

“Yeah, I know.” Suguru spoke unhappily, brushing back the strands of hair to be a little more presentable. He exhaled through his mouth before holding Satoru's cheek and bringing his face down to peck his lips over and over again. After the last one, he looked at Satoru's amused wide eyes and said, “Okay, see you later.”

Satoru nodded, biting his lips to avoid laughing out loud of happiness as Suguru turned to open the door, stopped, went back to kiss Satoru again and proceeded to try to open the door before he went back to peck Satoru’s lips. He did that three times before Satoru himself opened the door and shoved Suguru out. 

Satoru stayed inside the closet for a good ten minutes to calm himself down enough to go to the bathroom and throw water on his face and neck, cursing out loud as he saw through the mirror the marks Suguru had left on him. Luckily, he had some makeup inside his bag. He sneakily went to the teacher’s lounge, avoiding everyone on the way and was able to cover just enough. He even passed through Nanami, who completely ignored him, which was good news.

He got to his class and just said he had an emergency and that’s why he was late. 

Suguru, on the other hand, ran to his class. As he got there, he said sorry to his teacher, Takuma Ino, who luckily was the most easy going man on earth. He only asked Suguru to not be this late again. As he sat beside Shoko, she looked carefully at his appearance and silently mouthed finally.

At the end of the class, she instantly turned to him, “Did you guys do it?”

He shushed her as they gathered their stuff to leave and said, “We kissed. I feel like I could easily die right now.” 

“Please don't,” she said, and they started to walk to their usual spot on the roof. “Where?”

“I pulled him into the cleaning room.” 

Shoko whistled and punched his shoulders with a smile on her face, “That’s fucking hot, I’m proud.”

“I hope he doesn't run away after this though, I tried to touch his—”

Shoko interrupted, “Now that's where you're gonna stop.” and Suguru cackled. He wasn't going to say anything anyway, he just wanted to tease her. Everything is between him and Satoru. Although the rumor he talked about would excite him a little. “Don't worry though, I think you have that man wrapped around your finger.”

The corner of his mouth lifted at her words, because Satoru also had him at his mercy. Suguru was absolutely obsessed with him. 

And when they had class with Satoru later in the day, Suguru exchanged looks with him the moment he entered the room. He smiled innocently as Satoru glared at him while touching his own neck with his index finger. Satoru tried to conceal what Suguru had done to him, but it still lingered as a reminder.

Suguru spent the entire class looking at Satoru, smiling every time their eyes met. Satoru was trying to act nonchalantly, but his red ears betrayed him, and the way he stuttered through his explanation and said “ Sorry guys, I’m a little distracted today” amused Suguru a lot. He called Satoru over, saying he had a question. Satoru almost rejected it, but he couldn’t, because that was his job. Trying to maintain an impersonal demeanor, he kept a polite distance. Suguru asked something obvious to him, and as Satoru spoke, Suguru’s foot moved and ‘accidentally ’ touched Satoru’s calf. Satoru still maintained his teacher-like composure until the end. Finishing his explanation, Satoru tapped his hand on the table, advising Suguru to pay more attention. Suguru, of course, merely brushed his finger against Satoru’s hand and replied with an “ Of course, sensei. ” Satoru swallowed hard and left his table. Satoru was too easy to tease.

———

Kissing Satoru was the best idea he fucking had, ever. Suguru thought he would be avoided after what they’d done, but when the classes were over and the school was silent, he found Satoru at his table as usual. Suguru couldn't resist and sat at Satoru's lap instead of the chair. Satoru was just as addicted to kissing him as he was, they barely even talked, they just kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Suguru didn't even know how they were able to stop to go home, not when Satoru made him lean against the table, lifted his shirt and brushed his lips through Suguru's torso, kissed him, tasted him. Nothing ever felt like this to Suguru. It was too good, he never wanted to stop, he just wanted more, but Satoru left him wanting, and only told him to go home when it was time. 

And when Suguru was taking a shower at home, he couldn't stop thinking about Satoru's moans, Satoru's firm muscles between his hands, the way Satoru fit between his arms. His hand wrapped around his hard and leaking cock. His forehead touched his arm that supported himself on the tiles as he breathed hard through his mouth. Suguru stroked up and down, and as he moved up he used his thumb to press against his slit, spreading his precum around the head. He squeezed his cock slightly and sped up the movement of his hands.

Suguru thought about Satoru's lips against his skin, the sweetness of his gloss that Suguru was finally able to taste. He sloppily slid his hand through his length and whispered Satoru's name. He knew how Satoru's hand felt, how it touched his body perfectly. Suguru could see how his elegant fingers would wrap around his cock, gently stroke him until Suguru begged him to go faster, and Satoru would tease him until he finally did. His eyes would pierce through his soul as he watched as Suguru groaned and shivered because of him. Suguru could feel himself close, the sound of the shower, along with the fog, helped him feel like Satoru was actually there.

Satoru would say he was doing good, Satoru would stroke his own cock as he watched Suguru lose himself in pleasure under his hands. Satoru would guide him then, showing how Suguru could make him feel good too. Suguru would try to watch attently while Satoru pleased him. He would be breathless with how skilled Satoru was stroking both of them, he wanted to touch Satoru too. Suguru would ask him to touch, Satoru’s cock would be so, so close to his and then—

Suguru came with a cry, and the water quickly washed the mess his cum made on the ground. He breathed hard through his mouth and lifted his head, feeling the droplets of water hitting his face relentlessly. Suguru calmed himself down and finished his shower. 

At this rate, Suguru didn't know how much control he had inside himself. He had never done those things with anyone before, he only just exchanged a few inexperienced kisses with a few boys and girls when he was younger, and now he had a grown man melting at the very touch of his fingertips. After having a taste of Satoru, and a taste of what they could do, he wanted to keep walking forward and do everything and anything with him. 

At the end of the day, Suguru was just a teenager. And now, with a lover, he was a really, really horny teenager.

———

They had a new routine that was very close to the one they started with. Suguru stayed until almost everyone left and he would go to the teacher's lounge to keep Satoru's solitary figure company. But now, instead of just talking and sharing comfortable silence, they would spend most of the time kissing and feeling each other up. They would make out, talk about everything and nothing at all, then if they had work to do, they would try to do them. They wouldn't be “ trying ” for long though, because one of them, mostly Satoru, would get bored of it and start to touch the other. Suguru never denied, because he always wanted to touch Satoru too, so he also carried the blame. And then they would find themselves with mouths and hands on each other again.

Going on actual dates now was still not so different. Of course, they would end up in a dark corner or bathroom stall with tongues deep down each other's throats as a plus, but they still had the same fun as ever. They hadn't done more than kissing yet, though. 

The problem was that they were addicted to being touchy with each other all the time now that they could finally do it. They both tried their best to be responsible and always alert, but apparently it  was not enough. One time, they skipped ten minutes of lunch break with their friends to kiss inside the old bathroom people never used because it was said to be haunted. And then, some first years actually invaded the bathroom for a stupid courage test. The situation ended up with Satoru putting a ten hours of horror-sounding ghostly murmurs video on his cellphone to scare the kids shitless before they reached their stall. 

Suguru had also hid himself under the table because, one day, Haibara suddenly opened the door of the teacher's room, saying that Nanami had forgotten some papers inside his locker. Suguru quite literally fell off Satoru's lap the moment the door opened and stayed there, praying for Haibara to not look into Satoru's appearance too much or the jacket weirdly placed on top of the table. Suguru really adored his P.E teacher, but Haibara spent at least ten minutes talking nonstop with Satoru until he realized Nanami was waiting for him outside the school, and Suguru wanted to hit his own head on the ground. When he got up, Satoru cackled as he saw that Suguru got even more disheveled after being cramped under the table. Suguru received apology kisses after that, but still. 

It was not going well having to sneak around the school. They had to absolutely get their shit together. However, it was everything too new, and too good to stop. Suguru would even dare to say that it was a little thrilling knowing he and the most coveted person of the school were fooling around everywhere, and thinking that one day, someone would actually hear something and realize Satoru was taken. He didn't want to spread that he was the one to do it, of course, Suguru just wanted to state that Satoru’s heart was out of the market. 

And even with all their troubles and awkward moments after being almost spotted, they were able to survive until summer break.

Suguru was excited to be free from school responsibilities for a month, even if he still had summer homework. He already knew Satoru would want him to do it while spending time together with him. Satoru liked to work together with Suguru, even if things had gotten a little out of control recently. Satoru says it's relaxing and makes work more bearable. Suguru couldn't deny he liked to do homework and projects in Satoru's presence because he could ask him questions too. He liked to hear Satoru's opinions about things. They had a lot of disagreements, but that was the fun part of talking with Satoru. If Satoru thought like him too much, Suguru wouldn't be able to expand his thoughts. They learned together through each other's perspectives. It was fun, even if they stressed each other out sometimes.

Since Satoru ignored Suguru during the last break, Suguru made Satoru promise to actually hang out with him this time. Little did he know that Satoru was the most excited out of the two, finally having an excuse to bring Suguru everywhere. 

Satoru had planned a beach trip with Utahime, Nanami, and Haibara for the first week of the summer break. He was able to invite Shoko and Suguru along, though the conversation was a little awkward.

“I want to bring two extra people to our trip,” Satoru had said, as if he was talking about the weather. He met his friends in a bar right after he left Suguru at the station after school. They were already drinking for a while. 

“You have more friends? Like, people other than us can stand you? That’s shocking.” Utahime replied. Nanami only nodded in agreement.

“Don’t say that, Iori-san! Gojo-san is really popular, of course he must have other friends!” Haibara came to his defense, the only person there who did not care at all for any teasing Satoru did to him because he didn’t even understand when Satoru did it.

“Don’t project your problems on me, Hime. Just because you can only hang out with a married couple and a coveted bachelor, doesn’t mean that I’m the same as you.” Gojo waved Haibara off with his hands, ignoring the rescue. 

Utahime let out a teasing laugh, “Ha! Then who are these friends that you want to bring to our trip?”

“Ieiri Shoko and Suguru Geto.” He replied, his hands moving the cup in his hands in a circular motion. 

The table got silent for a few seconds before Utahime bursted out laughing.

“Okay, yeah, you’re not the same as me, you’re worse!” she said.

Nanami looked at him with a straight face, “You want to bring… two students… to our trip?”

Haibara only nodded his head like a toy puppy saying, “I like these two! Yes, yes you can!” and Nanami placed his hands on top of his head to stop his movements.

“They’re fun, you guys would like them too in another type of ambience.” Satoru said, finishing his beer.

“Geto I understand to some extent, but are you friends even with Ieiri?” Utahime glanced at him.

“It just happened, they’re like buy one get one for free.” Satoru commented and took a bite of the shrimp tempura they had ordered. 

“Not a big fan of having teenagers crashing with us, but if you get their parents permission it’s fine I guess.” Nanami murmured and Satoru clapped his hands happily. 

“You’re so close with Geto-kun, Gojo-san! I don’t think I ever saw you so close with a student before, it’s really shocking. You guys even have those photo booth pictures!” Haibara exclaimed and Satoru almost choked on his tempura.

Nanami and Utahime turned to him, saying at the same time, “Photo booth?”

Satoru laughed awkwardly and asked, “Haibara, where did you see that?” 

Innocently, Haibara said, “The other day when I went to pick Kento’s stuff I opened your lock by accident and there was a picture there! They were smiling together, really cute!”

Nanami and Utahime continued to wait for his answer. Satoru cleaned his throat before saying, “Yeah, well, we did some shopping on his birthday months ago and he called me to his house to eat cake with his family after that. That’s where I talked to Shoko, mostly. It was also the day we took that picture.”

While he talked, Satoru searched for the picture on his phone. It was a very normal and cute picture; Satoru smiled widely, while Suguru’s smile was sweet with eyes closed, and both of them did horns on each other with their fingers. Satoru had put a lot of heart, stars, rainbows, and glitter around the picture. He showed it to Nanami and Utahime when he finished talking.

“That’s actually adorable,” Utahime said, “didn’t know you two were that close.”

“I only didn’t expect both of you to see each other out of school,” Nanami finally said something too, “but I guess I should have, since I see Suguru most of everyone in that place, because both of you are glued by the hips.”

Satoru showed them a V sign with a smile on his face, “So they’re okay to go?”

And everyone agreed.

The first week of their break was an animated one. The group quickly warmed up to each other on the way to the small cabin they were staying in. They only got enough room for the four of them, and Nanami and Haibara were staying in the only one with a queen size bed, so Utahime brought two futons. She shared a room with Shoko and Satoru shared one with Suguru.

They decided to spend their days playing by the beach. Most of the time, Shoko stayed with Utahime under the parasol, reading a book or chatting. Satoru knew they would get along, despite Utahime’s initial skepticism. If Nanami didn’t join them to sleep while they talked, he would stroll hand in hand with an excited Haibara. Satoru and Suguru mostly played in the sea, running around the beach with Satoru picking up every tiny animal he saw while Suguru smiled at him, or they would get ice cream. Suguru had to apply sunscreen to Satoru every couple of hours so he wouldn't turn into a human tomato, though they had to ignore a lot of their friend’s side-eyes.

At night, they had to be a lot quieter than usual. Just because they were sharing a room, it didn't mean they could take liberties. So, Suguru placed the futon and even before he could lay down, Satoru would ask him to get on the bed with him. 

Suguru really, really wanted to sleep together on the same bed with Satoru, but they didn’t know if the locks on the door were that safe, so he only indulged Satoru and himself a little. Suguru would get on the bed, lay down by Satoru’s side and Satoru would pull him impossibly close, until Suguru was putting his hand behind Satoru’s neck and kissing him. Their legs would intertwine and their hands wander. Satoru would run his fingers on Suguru’s back, caressing every muscle he could feel while Suguru’s hands would grip his biceps, his waist, and caress his side. 

They would always lose a little bit of pudor, grinding against each other until one of them put a stop to it. It wasn’t the time or the place, but that always left them with a taste for more of what they could do. Sometimes they would talk a little bit, and then Suguru would caress Satoru’s pretty face and place soft kisses on his lips until he left the bed to sleep on the futon.

During the whole trip, Satoru and Suguru went to sleep with heart’s pounding quickly.

On certain nights, impatience would overcome them. Each would find themselves lying alone in their beds, hands wrapped around their own cocks as they pleasured themselves. They would start slowly, silently considering not disturbing the other, but at the slightest whimper from one, the other would murmur, 'Me too,' and they would try to synchronize their movements by the sounds they made. The rhythm of their hands would accelerate, mirroring the hastening beat of their hearts. Soon, the room would be filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, soft gasps, and restrained moans.

“Satoru,” Suguru would sometimes call in the middle of a groan, and then ask, “Feels good?”

“Yeah, keep going.” Satoru would then reply, “I’m close.”

The sounds of their movements would get louder, slicker as their cocks would leak with the overwhelming arousal of their shared intimacy and each other’s sounds of pleasure. Satoru restrained himself from indulging further, resisting the urge to play with his hole too, while Suguru bit his own hands to stifle his cries as he reached his climax. Soon after, Satoru would follow suit, struggling to contain his moans as he listened to Suguru’s deep breaths.

They would take turns using the bathroom they all shared and in the next morning, everything would be fine. 

It was a very peaceful trip. They went shopping for souvenirs on the last day and took a stroll around town. Everything was new to Suguru, so Nanami explained a lot about the history of the place, and Haibara excitedly shared his own knowledge. The group got along really well, just as Satoru expected. Nanami and Utahime started to treat Shoko and Suguru as friends more easily than they did with him. It amazed him, really. 

Everyone ended the trip with promises to go out together more often, while Satoru and Suguru, in particular, ended it feeling a bit more on edge than before.

———

Weeks after the beach trip, Suguru was invited to Satoru’s apartment to spend some time together during the afternoon and have dinner afterwards. Excited was too little of a word for how Suguru felt. 

Being at Satoru’s home with him alone was more intimate than sharing a bedroom in a small cabin or staying at school after hours. They would be truly alone for the first time, in a place where they could be comfortable and not worry about other people. Satoru had sent him a message, days prior.

From Satoru

suguru!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*heart gif*

do you want to come to my house this weekend

i got a few games you told me you had interest to play

we can play tgt, if you want of course

if you dont feel comfortable it’s ok

To Satoru

dont worry, i want to go

weekend is fine

 i’m excited to see you :)

From Satoru

me too!!  

*happy cat sticker*

stay for dinner too 

i’ll prepare something special for you

and take you home afterwards 

To Satoru

what a gentleman

From Satoru

it’s the least I can do as your sensei

To Satoru

satoru. 

shut up

From Satoru

LOL

After that, Suguru found himself walking with a slight skip in his step, almost unaware of it. He made a conscious effort not to spend the entire week rolling around in bed or bombarding Shoko with messages about what to wear or what not to do. Despite his nerves, he reassured himself that everything would be fine

When the long-awaited day finally arrived, Suguru called for an Uber to take him to Satoru’s address, mentally preparing himself to fool around with Satoru on his couch the moment he stepped inside Satoru’s apartment. However, that, in fact, did not happen. Contrary to his expectations, Satoru only greeted him with small kisses when he got there. Before he realized it, Suguru was immersed in a lively gaming session with Satoru in the living room, thoroughly enjoying himself as they played the Pokémon game he had been eager to try. 

Suguru had initially anticipated a type of ‘Netflix and Chill’ situation, but the reality wasn’t quite that. The moment he entered, Satoru gave him a tour through the spacious apartment. The walls were mostly adorned by paintings to cover how empty they actually were, but the fridge had a few pictures of Satoru with friends and with Suguru neatly displayed on it. Satoru's room felt more personal and comfortable, filled with shelves lined with books, manga, novels, and various figurines. His bed, adorned with some plushies Suguru had gifted him during their arcade dates, was meticulously made, and a desk cluttered with paperwork stood nearby. 

Following the little tour, Satoru got them some juice and snacks before introducing Suguru to all the games available in his living room, along with his consoles.

They easily became distracted while playing; Satoru even had Mario Kart, which led to hours of competing and cursing at each other. Eventually, they grew bored of gaming, and Satoru proposed switching to some of his favorite bad reality shows. Suguru found himself lounging lazily atop Satoru on the sofa, chuckling at the absurdity and obvious staging of the shows they watched.

Everything seemed fine until, at a certain point, Satoru's fingers casually slipped under Suguru's shirt, tracing gentle patterns along his back, causing a subtle shiver to run through him. Adjusting his position slightly, Suguru lifted his head from Satoru's chest, bringing it closer to his neck, where he began planting tender kisses. Hearing Satoru’s soft sighs, he felt compelled to give him soft bites, and Satoru let him mark his neck as Suguru saw fit. One of his hands moved to Suguru’s now loose hair, holding it between his fingers as the other proceeded to gently proceed the caress on Suguru’s back. The show was already forgotten in the background as Satoru closed his eyes to give in to all the sensations Suguru’s touch provided him. 

Satoru let out a small gasp, his breath catching on a particularly painful hickey, prompting Suguru to gently grasp the side of Satoru’s face as he lifted his head from Satoru’s neck. Their gazes locked, Satoru's bright blue eyes meeting Suguru’s hypnotic purple ones, each admiring the other's details as if etching them into memory. Suguru's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down, parting his lips to taste Satoru’s waiting mouth. Satoru's kiss carried the faint flavor of the orange juice they had been drinking, yet Suguru could almost taste a lingering hint of strawberry, as if it were permanently embedded in Satoru’s lips. Satoru's skin felt fresh and soft against Suguru’s touch, momentarily short-circuiting his brain. Deepening the kiss, Suguru sought to absorb every essence of Satoru, to feel it resonate within him. Sensing Satoru’s hands on his thighs, Suguru adjusted his position, settling more comfortably on his lap. Satoru seemed to meld with the sofa as Suguru took control, though neither really minded.

Suguru lifted his torso, his hands tracing down Satoru’s body with newfound freedom. Unrestrained by inhibition, Suguru eagerly explored, despite Satoru typically taking the lead in their physical interactions. Even the slightest touch, initiated by either, would captivate Suguru, rendering him unwilling to stop once begun. Suguru’s short hair cascaded over his shoulders, creating a delicate veil between their gazes as Suguru peered down at Satoru. Satoru gazed back, his cheeks tinged with a flush, as if unable to fathom Suguru's presence. At that moment, he appeared breathtakingly beautiful on top of Satoru. 

“How are you real?” Satoru blurted out, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. His hands, initially resting on Suguru’s thighs, slid slowly until they reached his hips. The sensation of their kisses and Suguru’s weight on him had left him feeling half-hard. And in his position, Suguru could feel it too.

Suguru smiled down at him. "I could say the same about you," he replied, his hands deftly sliding beneath Satoru’s shirt. Without hesitation, Suguru pressed his hips against Satoru's, eager to feel the effect he was having on him, a familiar exchange between them. Typically, Satoru would intervene if Suguru became too enthusiastic, but this time he allowed him. Satoru's lips parted slightly, releasing a soft, muffled moan as Suguru exerted pressure against his clothed cock.

Suguru loved nothing more than bringing Satoru pleasure, a realization that dawned on him the moment their lips first met. From then on, it became his personal mission to elicit every possible sensation from Satoru. He never imagined that anything in life could be as fulfilling as rendering the person he loved most so pliant beneath his inexperienced touch. Following the limited knowledge gained from their previous encounters, Suguru shifted his hips rhythmically atop Satoru, feeling the growing arousal mirrored between them with each gentle thrust. Guided by the hands that urged him on, Suguru traced his thumbs in circular motions over Satoru’s sensitive nipples. Satoru bit his lip, stifling his own sounds of pleasure as he observed Suguru’s efforts to please him. At that moment, he couldn't think of a more captivating sight.

“Satoru…” Suguru's lips glistened, and Satoru found himself entranced by their movement as Suguru spoke. His gaze bore into Satoru as he asked, “Can I have more?”

Satoru couldn’t even think about denying him anything anymore. In that moment, it was just the two of them, the distant hum of the television fading into insignificance as they became enveloped in each other's breaths and the whisper of their rustling clothes. He knew he could give Suguru more. He wanted to.

Satoru held Suguru, who let out a yelp as Satoru sat up and turned around, resting against the sofa’s back with Suguru on his lap. They were almost face to face, the slight height difference making Satoru’s heart swell. He leaned in to capture Suguru’s mouth with his own, while Suguru’s arms, which had wrapped around Satoru’s shoulders to prevent the fall, pulled Satoru close.

While Satoru moved his kiss to Suguru’s neck, feeling Suguru’s hair brushing his face, he said, “Open your zipper.”

Satoru traced his tongue along Suguru’s adam’s apple, feeling it move beneath his touch after his words. Suguru nodded and his fingers began to work around his pants, and Satoru did the same with his own.

“What are we doing?” Suguru asked, hands carefully waiting for what he should do next. His gaze briefly flickered to Satoru’s briefs, visible through the small gap between the zipper, as he exhaled sharply through his nose. His mouth watered at the thought of Satoru being so close, and the multitude of possibilities that lay before them.

“Something good,” Satoru answered, kissing the corner of Suguru’s mouth. His breath lingered close to Suguru’s face as he turned to ask his own question, “Can I touch you?”

Suguru nodded again, meeting Satoru’s lips to distract himself from his nervousness. Satoru used his hands to bring Suguru’s pants and briefs down in one motion and threw to the side. As his cock was freed, Suguru felt a little embarrassed, just because it was his first time allowing someone else to see him like this. Satoru swallowed hard after he separated his mouth from Suguru, finally looking at his length. Satoru thought that Suguru’s cock was just as perfect as the rest of him, just above average for his age, and Satoru knew how good it would make him feel. He inhaled and exhaled hard through his mouth, looking at Suguru’s eyes for confirmation before licking his hand and closing it around Suguru’s length.

Suguru groaned with the feeling of another’s hands, Satoru’s hands around him. He tried to not come the second the warm palm enveloped him, giving a few tentative pumps. He nipped at Satoru’s bottom lip as he let out a broken moan, Satoru’s fingers working around the glistening head of his cock. Satoru grinned with Suguru’s reaction, completely satisfied with having his cock twitching under his hands. 

Suguru’s hands moved to Satoru’s pants. He licked his lips before saying, “Let me see it, Satoru,” and then placed heated kisses against Satoru’s lips, “Please.”

Satoru let Suguru’s cock go to hold him as he lifted himself just enough to let Suguru move his pants and underwear down and kicked the rest off himself. Suguru didn’t waste time and quickly grabbed Satoru’s cock in his hands, moving his hands up and down, making Satoru throw his head back against the backrest.

“Shit, Suguru.” he cursed. Satoru wrapped his hands around Suguru’s cock again, mirroring the movements Suguru did to him. Suguru moaned from Satoru’s touch and from the vision of Satoru’s big cock throbbing under him. His hands moved and slightly gripped to feel every vein of it. He couldn’t look away from how the swollen head leaked because of him. Suguru touched Satoru’s cock with quick movements, gaze moving between Satoru’s slit and Satoru’s pink lips that let out the best sounds Suguru ever heard. Suguru didn’t moan loudly himself, but didn’t hold any sounds back to give Satoru all he could. Satoru’s hands felt so good, he wanted him to know how much he loved it.

“Let me.” Satoru said, leaning in to brush his lips on Suguru’s and gently tugged Suguru’s wrist away. Before Suguru could even reply, Satoru had taken both of their cocks together and started to move his hand up and down in a quick motion. 

Suguru’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Satoru’s cock against his, larger and so fucking hotter than he had imagined. He couldn't help but moan as Satoru’s experienced hands worked on their lengths, their tips leaking and creating a mess between them. He had expected it to be good, but just being with Satoru made it exceptional.

Satoru let his forehead fall to touch Suguru’s. Their lips parted as they desperately sought more air, pleasure escaping through their throats with every slide of their hands. Suguru unconsciously moved his hips to thrust against Satoru’s cock and palm, seeking more contact, wanting to be closer. Satoru sneaked an arm around Suguru’s waist, holding him as close as possible. Tilting his head, Satoru kissed Suguru, their lips barely keeping up with their desire as Satoru’s arm worked both of them.

“So good, Satoru,” Suguru murmured, “So fucking good.”

“I know, right?” Satoru grinned, moving his mouth to kiss Suguru’s throat. He sucked a small hickey on Suguru’s neck before saying “You’re so hot.”

Suguru brought Satoru's face up again to kiss his lips. He wanted to feel Satoru’s cock in his hand once more, and so he did. Holding it between his hands, he felt Satoru wrap his fingers around Suguru’s, and they started to stroke each other, seeking release. Neither of them wanted it to end soon. It was a completely different experience, feeling the other’s touch and learning how they liked to be touched. Until now, they had only rubbed against each other with their clothes on, without even a hint of physical contact. Finally touching each other’s cocks, feeling how they fit together, how their heat complemented each other, they didn’t want to stop

Their breaths mingled as Satoru slightly brushed Suguru's bangs out of his face and held it back. Their gazes met before their movements got too intense, their arms working and the slicking sounds grew louder. Suguru closed his eyes, his eyebrows frowning as Satoru squeezed his cock.

“Satoru, don’t stop.” Suguru said breathlessly.

Satoru increased his quick pace as he felt Suguru do the same to him, “I’ll not. Fuck, Suguru, please.”

Suguru felt his hair glued to his temple, his neck humid, he held Satoru’s face close. His mouth agape and Satoru’s gaze burning through him. Satoru was engraving every expression to his memory, every sound Suguru made.

Unfortunately, Satoru couldn’t help but unconsciously close his own eyes hard as he got closer and closer, his nose brushing Suguru’s cheek as he searched for his mouth, his tongue, his taste. He wanted to eat all of Suguru, and with the way Suguru kissed him, he wanted just the same. The softness of Suguru’s palm was maddening, and his own calloused hand on Suguru’s cock made Suguru desire for more of Satoru’s hands everywhere on him, the roughness of it so different but so welcomed. 

Suguru was the first one to give in, coming on Satoru’s hand with a moan that was swallowed by Satoru’s kiss, dirtying their shirts in the process. Satoru’s hand did not stop until Suguru released every drop. Suguru then felt Satoru’s hand on top of his as he continued to pump Satoru’s cock a few more times until Satoru let his forehead fall on Suguru’s shoulder and groaned as he came. He lifted up his head at the same time Suguru gave a tentative lick on his dirty finger, tasting Satoru’s cum. 

“Not that bad,” Suguru casually said. Satoru’s eyes widened and he huffed out a laugh.

“What the fuck.” he embraced Suguru tightly. “Did you fall from the sky or crawl up from hell to do this to me?”

“These are very different places,” Suguru pointed out as he rolled his eyes with Satoru’s antics. “I think hell would be cooler. Heaven fits you more.”

“Of course you would say that.” And Satoru kissed him softly as Suguru hugged him back, resting his head on Satoru’s shoulder. 

Before Suguru even let his eyes close, nuzzling against Satoru's neck, they snapped open as Satoru leaned down to grab something, then abruptly stood up while still holding Suguru. Suguru wrapped his arms and legs around him as Satoru began to walk

“Satoru, where are you going?” he asked, while hugging Satoru like a koala. “At least warn me or something, Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry, Sorry.” Satoru replied, not sounding sorry at all. “Clean up. I need to start preparing our dinner.”

“I can help you, I know how to cook.” 

“Nah, I want to do it for you. You just sit there and look pretty.” Satoru kissed his cheek as he placed Suguru on the closed toilet. He then tossed Suguru's pants at his face with his clean hand. “Put these back on, I’ll get another shirt for you.” 

“You're as delicate as a horse, Satoru,” Suguru murmured, shaking his head with a smile. 

He waited for Satoru to hand him a wipe to clean his hands, then washed them before putting his pants back on. Satoru disappeared into his room and returned with another shirt for Suguru. It was a little bigger than him, but those were the kinds of clothes he preferred, so Suguru felt really comfortable in it. It also carried the faint scent of soap from Satoru's clothes — fresh and not overpowering. Now, he could smell like Satoru, and the thought made his stomach flutter a little. Apparently, Satoru felt the same way, judging by how he rushed to pick up his phone, pretended to cry, and then showered Suguru with a million kisses after snapping a picture of him.

Returning to the living room, Satoru headed to the kitchen to prepare their meal while Suguru decided to perch on the partition dividing the two rooms, watching Satoru work. He played a few songs for them to listen to and admired Satoru's skill in the kitchen, pleasantly surprised by his culinary prowess. But then again, Satoru was full of surprises. With each passing moment, Suguru's pulse relaxed, feeling increasingly peaceful in Satoru's kitchen, in Satoru's home, as he kept him company and received a kiss every time Satoru turned around. It felt like he belonged — not necessarily to the place, but to Satoru. Nothing had ever felt so right as being with him.

Satoru prepared a light dinner, and they ate together, seated across from each other, as if it were a date. Despite having been together with Satoru so many times, Suguru still felt nervousness and his pulse quickening as if it were their first time. He was literally wearing Satoru's shirt and yet still felt shy about sharing a meal with him, which he found a little pathetic. But Satoru was the same; he could act as if he were fine, but Suguru knew him well enough to notice, which made him happier to know he wasn't the only one feeling this way. 

After the meal, Satoru called an Uber for him, and while they waited, Suguru cherished their last moments alone. Leaning against the door, he pulled Satoru close, brushing the tip of his nose against Satoru's. His eyes fluttered closed as Satoru gently bit his lower lip before he took Suguru's mouth in his. Satoru always kissed him as if he never wanted to let go, as if he wanted to do it every second of the day, and Suguru honestly wished they could. His hand held Satoru's nape while the other rested on his hips. Satoru curled an arm around his waist, keeping him close. 

“I really wanted to sleep here with you,” Suguru said between their kisses. 

Satoru sighed heavily before planting light kisses on Suguru cheek, “Me too.”

“Another time then, Shoko can cover it for me.” Suguru suggested, delighting himself in Satoru's affections.

Satoru only hummed before looking at his phone and seeing their driver was waiting for them. 

Suguru got home well since Satoru went with him, fulfilling his promise to take Suguru's home and to also ensure his safety. 

“I need to buy a car.” He had complained on the way. “But at least you can pretend I live off my family’s wealth and have a personal driver.”

Suguru hit him and told him to shut up. 

———

With all the wait, Suguru had thought that the first time he had sex with Satoru would be a grand gesture. He didn't put it past Satoru to just create a whole mood with roses on the bed and all, just to make it special. But apparently, nothing with them would be conventional.

Having his first time inside the school was not what he had in mind. Although, fucking his teacher inside the room he had secret meetings with him almost everyday for more than a year was a little less surprising.

It was a typical day. The school was its usual quiet self, with Suguru and Satoru being the last to leave. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for the fact that Satoru was grading some homework and appeared slightly irritated. The summer break had ended some time ago, and during that period, he had become too distracted to finish all his work (Suguru could admit to being partially to blame for that). Now, he had more work than usual, with not only the leftover tasks but also new ones to tackle.

Satoru had hardly spoken since Suguru arrived, so Suguru simply kept him company. He knew it made a difference because he noticed Satoru's shoulders relax a little the moment he sat down.

But seeing Satoru so distressed made him feel a little sad, especially considering he was the one who had distracted Satoru most of the summer break, asking him on dates and going to his place to fool around. So, Suguru decided to do a little more for Satoru.

He spent a few minutes pondering what he could do at such short notice to make Satoru less stressed. 

He had already bought sweets, good coffee, and even given Satoru a shoulder massage. Despite all this, Suguru felt it wasn't enough, at least not for him. He felt he could do more.

Suguru scratched his brain until he came up with something a little bolder, a little more inappropriate. It was something he wanted to try badly, and he suspected Satoru would probably enjoy it too.

Then, Suguru got up from his chair, unnoticed by a concentrated Satoru. He gently took Satoru's hands off the way and stood in front of him, between him and his work. 

Suguru put his hands on Satoru's neck, softly caressing his pulse as he said, “You're too stressed, you need a break.”

Satoru rested his head against the back of the chair and gave a deep sigh, “I can't, Suguru. I have too much to do, if I lose more time it will be even worse tomorrow.”

“Your brain is fried right now, you've been here for hours already. If you don't have a break you're gonna make mistakes and have a worse headache after,” Suguru tried to reason with him, planting soft pecks on Satoru's lips. 

“I can do it,” Satoru decided to drop his pen and rest his hands on Suguru's hips. He looked up at his student, who was oh so worried about his well-being, and couldn't help but put up a strong front.

“Just because you can do it doesn't mean that you should,” Suguru said as he pried Satoru's lips open with his tongue to kiss him. As he let go, their lips made a slight sound, and he continued, “Let me help you.”

“And how would you do that?” Satoru smiled as he spoke, the type of smile that made Suguru want to choke him and then kiss him a thousand times.

“I’ll show you.” Suguru answered, determination filling his tone. 

Satoru followed with his gaze as Suguru slowly kneeled in front of him. Satoru's breath hitched, and his words died in his throat at what Suguru's actions meant. Suguru moved his hands through Satoru’s thighs until his fingers reached the button of his pants. 

“Suguru, are you—” Satoru tried to call it, but his lips closed with the gaze Suguru sent him. 

“I will if you just relax, Satoru,” Suguru said, as if he knew what the hell he was doing. The whole porn research he did had to be useful for something. And Satoru did just that; he relaxed his back against his chair.

Suguru awkwardly moved his palm over Satoru’s pants, feeling his cock through the fabric. He swallowed down his desire and slowly pulled Satoru’s pants down to his knees. Now with only Satoru’s underwear in front of him, he palmed Satoru’s cock, coaxing it to hardness. Suguru’s face drew closer to it, moving his lips around the shape of the hardening cock beneath. Satoru thought that he probably never saw something hotter than Suguru on his knees in front of him, with his little bangs rustling on his legs while Suguru’s lips teased his cock from outside. It didn’t take much for him to get hard. Even if Suguru just stood there, he would feel himself getting hotter and hotter.

Satisfied with the state of Satoru’s cock, Suguru finally exposed the length that, by this point, he knew so well with the palm of his hands. He looked at Satoru’s big and thick cock and licked his lips, mouth watering. Suguru stroked the length slightly and turned his gaze to Satoru’s flushed face as he gave a tentative lick to Satoru’s slit, tasting his precum. Satoru exhaled hard through his mouth, already feeling a little dizzy.

Suguru mouthed around the flushed head of Satoru’s cock and slurped, humming at the sensation. It wasn’t that bad. He widened his jaw as he took more of Satoru’s cock inside his mouth. He hadn’t taken much before he was interrupted. 

Between harsh breaths, Satoru’s voice came from above him, “Relax your throat and mind your teeth, Suguru. You don’t—shit, you don’t need to take everything.”

And Suguru took that as a challenge. He moved his head back, the cock leaving his mouth with a small pop. Before he tried again, he licked around the length from the head to the base, coating Satoru’s cock with his saliva. Then, he returned to the top, opened his mouth, and tried to relax as Satoru had suggested. Suguru closed his eyes, and little by little, Satoru’s cock disappeared inside his mouth. Satoru let out sounds above him, which Suguru considered an incentive, and since he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable, he continued. Before he realized it, the tip of his nose was already touching Satoru’s well-trimmed pubes at the base of his length.

“Holy shit, Suguru.” Satoru gasped above him, his cock at the heat of Suguru’s mouth and tight throat leaving him breathless. “How did you— fuck what the fuck,” and Satoru threw his head back as Suguru used his tongue around him and moved his head up and down. 

Suguru thought he would choke, but he got a pleasant surprise. He didn’t have a gag reflex, and the weight of Satoru’s cock on his tongue felt amazing. A real win/win situation. He tried his best to suck while he moved, but that did choke him a little. Trying to regulate his breath through his nose, he moved his head up, feeling every texture and vein of Satoru’s cock with his tongue. Satoru’s gasps only worked him up more, so he worked his hands, stroking next to the base of Satoru’s cock, and kept his head moving back and forth on the rest. Moving his mouth to the side of the length, Suguru dragged his tongue until he reached the base and slid his tongue over the soft skin of Satoru’s ballsack. Satoru gripped the armchair to avoid touching Suguru’s hair, not wanting to disturb what he was doing, his first attempt.

Satoru opened his eyes and looked down, seeing Suguru gazing back at him while his mouth once again enveloped every inch of Satoru’s cock, humming around its length and sending delightful vibrations through it. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut; the sensation of Suguru’s tight throat effortlessly taking him and Suguru's watery eyes, still gazing at him intently, was too much.

“You’re doing so good, Suguru,” he praised, just because he wanted Suguru to know. Suguru's eyes turned into cute crescents as he smiled through them, eagerly moving his head and sucking Satoru with a need he didn’t know he had before. “You take me so well, holy fuck.”

Satoru couldn’t resist any longer and moved his hands, removing Suguru’s hair tie. He watched as the black strands cascaded down, quickly gripping them to prevent them from falling onto Suguru’s face. Suguru moaned around Satoru’s cock, feeling a slight burn on his scalp from the force with which his hair had been held. It only fueled his desire for Satoru further. With one hand caressing Satoru’s balls, Suguru intensified his sucking, applying more tongue and pressure as he moved back and forth. When he felt the head of Satoru’s cock hit the back of his throat, his own dick throbbed in response. A tear finally escaped down his cheek, but his gaze remained fixed on Satoru, absorbing every twitch of his eyebrows and every moan that escaped his lips.

“You’re made for this, you look so beautiful.” Satoru murmured between stuttering breaths, his head falling back as Suguru eagerly slurped up all of his precum. He was so hard it hurt, his cock sensitive as hell. But despite that, Suguru’s mouth felt like absolute paradise. Suguru seemed to have mastered the ability so quickly, not even losing his breath. If Satoru wasn’t so lost in the warmth of Suguru’s mouth, he would have been proud of how fast of a learner Suguru was.

Suguru was surprised by how much he enjoyed sucking Satoru off. He had started it solely to please Satoru, but he hadn't expected to find it so pleasurable himself. It wasn't just because Satoru was a moaning mess above him; having Satoru's cock in his mouth was a sensation on another level, one he found himself becoming addicted to. Suguru felt his throat molding itself to accommodate Satoru’s length, his tongue eager to explore every inch. Despite feeling a bit tired and his neck sore, the grip on Suguru’s hair didn’t falter as he continued. The sensation of Satoru’s swollen head hitting deep inside his throat was too good to stop, and his own cock strained against the confines of his underwear, begging for release.

Without much thought, Suguru moved his hand past Satoru’s balls, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin in between. Satoru let out a high-pitched moan, causing Suguru's eyes to widen. He smiled inwardly, and as he kept his mouth busy, he let his finger wander further, circling around Satoru’s rim. He had seen it in a video, but he wasn't sure if Satoru was comfortable with it. However, instead of objecting, Satoru gripped his hair harder and pushed his head onto his cock, and Suguru eagerly complied, even moaning at the action.

“Suguru, oh my god,” Satoru gasped, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. Suguru’s curious fingers touching him were overwhelming yet not enough. As Suguru placed Satoru's leg on his shoulders, he shook his head. Suguru's warm, wet mouth around him was driving him insane. “I’m gonna come, Suguru, please.”

Suguru hummed around him, his fingers and mouth moving with desire, eager for Satoru’s release. As he felt Satoru’s leg tremble, he traded his mouth for his hand, stroking Satoru until he came with a groan. Suguru couldn’t resist licking a part of his hand clean, then using his finger to gather the remaining cum on his chin. 

Watching as Satoru tried to catch his breath, Suguru wasn't sure if it was the lingering lust or the sensation of his hard cock that was driving him a little crazy. He ventured, “Can I finger you?”

Satoru quickly snapped his head up to meet Suguru's gaze, his throat dry as he looked into Suguru's lustful eyes. With so much happening and just having his inexperienced lover give him his first head, he wasn’t in his right mind. At that moment, he didn't care about anything else.

Satoru nodded and noticed that his hand was still gripping Suguru’s hair. He released it, rubbing it back into place. “Yeah, I— You can, Suguru.” He then pointed to his bag under the table. “There’s… a small tube of lube there.”

One corner of Suguru’s mouth lifted up, amused by that information.He turned to retrieve it before facing Satoru again. With an idea of what to do, he let Satoru watch as he slicked three fingers with it. Satoru tried to say something, but anticipation made him swallow his words before they could be spoken. His leg was once again on Suguru’s shoulder as Suguru came close.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” Suguru said, giving him a wink before concentrating on his task. He should have been focusing on stroking himself and getting it over with, since initially the idea was to make Satoru relax. And he did seem pretty damn relaxed now. Suguru couldn’t help it though, his discovery was too great of an accomplishment. He was too curious, wanting to learn how much more he could make Satoru feel good. Satoru only nodded in response, throwing his head back again, an arm covering his eyes.

Suguru slowly repeated the same action as before, circling around Satoru’s rim. He almost laughed at how his hole seemed to be waiting for him. Satoru was too cute sometimes. Suguru tentatively inserted one finger, feeling Satoru easily open for him, and he heard a muffled whine above him. Satoru’s mouth hung slightly open as Suguru pushed until his whole finger disappeared, then started to move it. It was another new sensation for the day; Satoru’s insides were just as soft and burning hot as his skin outside. It didn’t help his situation one bit, in fact, it worsened.

As he pushed his finger in and out of Satoru's hole, Suguru nuzzled the soft skin of Satoru’s thighs next to his face, receiving a soft sigh in return. With the ease he felt with the first finger, he didn’t wait long to push the second, sliding it in just as quickly.

“Satoru…” Suguru called, still fixated on where his fingers disappeared. “Do you do this often?”

Satoru didn’t have the courage to take his arm of his eyes and look at Suguru, so he was only able to say, “Yeah.”

Suguru bit his lip as he worked his fingers, exploring where he could reach, discovering where Satoru gasped more, what movement of his fingers got him breathing hard above him. The pad of his fingers touched a spot that made Satoru let out a louder moan. Suguru made it his mission to touch his sweet spot as much as he could, so he persisted. Sometimes he didn’t really succeed, but he was doing his best.

Satoru was enjoying having Suguru’s fingers inside him and discovering how the sensation differed from his imagination. It was fucking amazing; he wouldn’t want his own fingers anymore after this. Suguru was learning the whole map of his insides, and just the thought of it left his cock twitching to life again. With the third finger, Satoru couldn’t hold back another moan, feeling a little fuller than before, just the way he liked most.

“This is too easy, Satoru…” Suguru's voice was filled with desire as he asked, “Were you fucking yourself before?” 

Satoru groaned as his sweet spot was touched again, letting his arm fall from his face before replying, “I was.”

Suguru cursed under his breath and put more force into thrusting his finger, “Were you thinking of me, Satoru?”

Satoru closed his eyes and bit his lip, “Yeah.”

“Were you thinking about your little student fucking you? Do you want me this much?”

“I do. I want you so much, Suguru.” Satoru confessed, his voice small but still letting out gasps with the harsh invasions of Suguru’s fingers.

“You couldn’t even wait to be alone, you had to do it at school, Satoru?” Suguru gazed at Satoru’s face, completely stupefied but also so, so horny.

“Couldn’t.” Satoru shook his head, “Every time we kiss I— ah almost can’t contain myself.”

If Suguru weren’t on his knees already, they would probably tremble and he would fall. His cock leaked with how much he wanted to eat Satoru up now. His slicked fingers made squelch sounds with every thrust and Satoru moaned so filthily. God, how he wanted this man.

“Suguru,” Satoru’s hand touched his chin and between broken moans he said, “Fuck me.”

“Now?” Suguru swallowed hard. He was almost coming just from this, how could he even fuck Satoru at this point?

“Now. Please,” And Satoru’s eyes looked so bright and so pretty, his mouth the same shade of red as his cheeks. His expression begged just as much as the hole that sucked Suguru’s fingers in. “Your sensei needs you so bad.”

Suguru could only dumbly nod as he took his fingers out of Satoru’s hole. Before he asked where and how, Satoru got up his chair and leaned his body on the table, pushing to the side all the now forgotten homeworks. He presented his ass to Suguru as his forehead touched the table.

“I don’t have a condom but… You can just put it in, I’m clean.” Satoru said, voice muffled by his arms before he lifted his head up again and looked behind his shoulders at Suguru, who was completely overwhelmed. “Don’t worry, Suguru. Take it slow.” 

Satoru’s voice was absolutely needy, but Suguru calmed himself down and worked to pull down his own pants a little as Satoru’s eyes followed him. Satoru whimpered at the vision of Suguru’s hard cock. Satoru was just a man starving for dick at that moment — Suguru’s dick to be precise. 

Suguru got the bottle from the ground, hands a little shaken still. He wasn’t expecting this situation at all, not that he didn’t wanted, but it was so sudden that his head didn’t wrapped around the fact he just gave his first blowjob and was following to fuck someone from the first time one after the other. His teacher, his lover, who was older than him and a lot more experienced. He could do this, okay, he could. 

“You’re free to touch me wherever you want,” Satoru’s voice broke Suguru’s thoughts and he looked at the man in front of him. Satoru propped his chin on his hand and smiled softly before saying,“I’m all yours.”

Suguru exhaled all the air from his lungs and nodded at Satoru. He propped open the bottle on his hand and squeezed a good amount on his palm before finally wrapping his hands around his cock, smearing all his length with lube. Suguru moaned softly as he stroked his cock beneath Satoru’s watchful gaze, patiently waiting for him.

After a few strokes, he felt himself ready enough to continue. He looked up at Satoru who nodded at him and stepped closer, his hands moving to Satoru’s asscheeks, feeling the warm skin against his palm. Satoru sighed with the gentleness of Suguru’s touch and let out a needy whimper as Suguru grabbed his flesh and spreaded, cursing under his breath with the vision of Satoru’s greedy hole.  

“I’ll put it in slow,” Suguru said, using one of his hands to get a hold of his aching cock. Satoru hummed in acknowledgement and felt his hands sweating, anxiously waiting for the moment he could feel Suguru inside him. 

Suguru kept his gaze fixed on his task, eyebrows frowning in concentration. His tip finally touched Satoru’s rim, and he slowly moved his hips forward, inserting inch after inch of his head into Satoru. It was hot, and fucking tight. He had barely done anything and almost couldn't breathe right. In front of him was Satoru, who moaned in delight just with the fucking tip. He was too gone, the fact it was Suguru invading him was making him even more sensitive to everything; the fingers resting on his ass burned him, the swollen head inside of him made him ache for more. 

Suguru was feeling about to explode at any second, he didn’t know if he could bear the sensation. He tried to continue to move slowly, feeling Satoru’s hole sucking every inch of his length. His eyes watered with how good it felt. It was overwhelming, he wanted to hold back but it was out of his control at that moment.

“Satoru, I can’t,” he said between harsh breaths, hands now holding Satoru’s hips for dear life as he bottomed out, making Satoru let his head fall forward, audibly moaning at it. “I can’t hold back— fuck, it’s too much. ”

“It’s okay, Suguru.” Satoru replied. He honestly didn’t care, just having Suguru inside of him was already too good to be true, and the prospect of having Suguru filling him up was also very tempting. “You can do it inside.”

Suguru emitted a strangled moan as he tentatively moved his hips back, almost leaving Satoru, and then thrusted back in a single motion. The way Satoru’s warm insides squeezed his cock between them and the groan he heard leaving Satoru’s lips as he did it, he really couldn’t hold it anymore. It was too much at once, so weird and so delicious. Completely against his will, he felt his balls tighten and released his cum inside Satoru, a shiver running through his spine at how hard he came. Satoru gasped at the hot cum filling his hole and clenched around Suguru’s cock, feeling the hands on his hips tighten its grip.

Suguru unconsciously moved his hip, riding his high. He felt in ecstasy, but also a little humiliated and frustrated at not even being able to fuck Satoru right. He never expected it to feel so good that he couldn't even control himself, coming as soon as he started. Suguru felt like he lost, and he really hated losing.

He heard Satoru’s voice say, “Hey, Suguru.” and he looked up. “It’s fine, don’t be upset.”

Suguru didn’t put out, as if his cock was now stuck inside Satoru forever. He moved to hug Satoru’s waist and hid his face against his clothes. His voice was muffled as he said, “Sorry, this was ridiculous.”

Satoru awkwardly turned his body a little to the side to pat Suguru’s head with his hand. This position wouldn’t do, but he still wanted to wait a little more.

“It’s normal, Suguru. This is your first time, right?” Seeing Suguru nod, he continued, “Well, I’m flattered that I felt so good that you came just from being inside me.”

Suguru playfully slapped him as he heard his words and lifted his face, eyes wet from the overwhelming mix of frustration and desire. Yet, he managed to say, “Too good.'"

Satoru smiled at him a little and fully turned around. Suguru’s cock left him with a wet sound and he whimpered at the feeling. He leaned back against the table while Suguru glued himself to him again. 

“We can try again, baby.” Satoru murmured against Suguru’s lips, gently holding his face as he kissed Suguru deeply, sighing into the kiss. His own cock still throbbed between his legs, but his attention was all on Suguru. He broke their kiss and said, “It doesn’t have to be today either, I’m good. You did well.”

Suguru stubbornly shook his head. Now that he had a taste of being inside Satoru, he was determined to make him feel just as good. He was going to prove that he could do better. Brushing his lips against Satoru’s, he observed the white lashes flutter.

“I will fuck you, Satoru. I will fuck you today, and I’m going to fuck you good.” he declared

Satoru slotted their mouths together, pulling Suguru closer. He wanted the same as Suguru, but he didn't want to rush things. However, Suguru's determination was really turning him on; he felt his cock twitch at Suguru’s words. He wanted him like he'd never wanted anything before.

“Alright,” Satoru replied, planting gentle kisses on Suguru’s soft lips. He pointed to the chair behind Suguru, “Sit.”

A little dazed by Satoru’s touches, Suguru settled back into the chair, drawing nearer to Satoru. Satoru decided to undress himself, leaving only his shirt and the shining necklace they wore as a matching set. Completely naked underneath, Satoru left Suguru's mouth dry at the sight.

“We will need to get your pretty thing hard again, right?” Satoru teased, sitting at the edge of the table and raising one leg, exposing himself fully to Suguru's gaze.

“If you just stay still like this, it won’t take long.” Suguru murmured, his gaze roaming over Satoru's milky skin, glistening hole, and his hard, dripping cock against his belly.

Satoru chuckled, “I believe you, but I can help.”

Suguru swallowed as he watched Satoru’s elegant fingers glide past his rim and into his own entrance. All three fingers entered his hole at once, bringing out a moan from Satoru’s mouth as his head fell to the side against his shoulder. He began at a slow pace, sighing with each deep thrust he made into himself. Suguru was completely mesmerized by the sight

“You’re allowed to touch, you know.” Satoru commented upon noticing Suguru's stillness, his lip caught between his teeth. Taking the invitation, Suguru moved closer in his chair and let his hands grip Satoru’s thigh, softly caressing his skin.

Suguru leaned in to nip at the soft flesh, listening to Satoru's moans intensify along with the speed of his fingers. Looking up, Suguru observed Satoru’s furrowed brow and parted lips as he pleasured himself. He continued to caress the inner thighs and planted soft kisses, feeling himself grow more aroused with each wet sound of Satoru’s fingers.

Satoru closed his eyes as his fingers found his sweet spot, calling out Suguru’s name and receiving another kiss on his thighs in response. Suguru’s big, warm hands felt soft against his skin, grounding everything in reality. This wasn't just his imagination; Suguru was really there.

Leaning his cheek against Satoru's thighs, Satoru's moans sent blood rushing to his cock, intensifying his desire to absolutely eat Satoru up. Deciding to take action, Suguru discreetly added more lube to his fingers while Satoru wasn't looking. Moving them closer to Satoru’s entrance, Suguru's fingers joined Satoru's, sliding inside together. Satoru's eyes snapped open at the sensation.

“God, Suguru.” Satoru moaned at the sensation of his rim stretching to accommodate the invasion. Suguru's fingers were just slightly shorter than his own, but thick; he felt his hole stretching and enveloping Suguru's finger alongside his own. The room was filled with Satoru's filthy moans, mingling with the slick sounds of his hole, wet with lube.

Observing his finger disappear, Suguru already missed the sensation of having his cock inside there. He wrapped his hands around himself, touching his half-hard cock as he fingered Satoru. Though Suguru still felt a lingering sensitivity in his cock, his eagerness spoke louder; his determination to please filled his veins with desire. Satoru’s broken moans drove him to stroke himself harder, faster, trying to synchronize with the rhythm of their finger thrusts.

They fell into a symphony as Suguru’s lips parted, breathing through his mouth, absorbing the vision of Satoru’s expression of pleasure. Satoru was so gorgeous it left Suguru speechless; he couldn’t believe someone like this wanted him, begged for him, thought about him. The mere idea that Satoru touched himself thinking of him, and was doing so now, right in front of him, left him feeling like he was about to burst. He felt jealous of their fingers, envious of the shirt clinging to Satoru’s chest. He wanted to consume Satoru, to have him all to himself. He desired that only his hands touched him, only his eyes could see him, and only his ears could hear his moans. Satoru was the most perfect person he had ever laid eyes on, and he yearned to explore what more he could do to him, and with him.

Then, the blue eyes opened, observing Suguru pleasuring himself, and witnessing the droplet of precum leaking through Suguru’s slit. Satoru whined, craving more, yearning to be filled.The fingers were good, but they were not enough. While he had Suguru there, it would never be enough. The fact that Suguru’s cock was hard right in front of him but not inside him felt criminal. He was feeling amazing, but he knew it could be so much better; he had already felt the ecstasy when Suguru had penetrated him, and he yearned to experience it again and again.

“Suguru, please.” Satoru said between harsh breaths as Suguru's finger touched his sweet spot. He locked eyes with Suguru’s sharp gaze. “I need you.”

“Do you want my cock, Satoru?” Suguru dared to ask, moving the pad of his thumb around his swollen head, glistening with precum. 

Satoru nodded and licked his lips, groaning as they slowed the pace of their thrusts before he responded,“I want to feel you inside.”

Suguru rose to his feet, letting his cock hang between his legs as Satoru’s gaze alternated between his eyes and his groin. “Okay, I will make you feel good this time.”

Suguru closed the distance between them, licking Satoru’s lips before engaging in a deep, hot kiss, pouring all of his determination to pleasure Satoru thoroughly. Satoru murmured, “Please,” and Suguru nodded slightly, leaving a peck on his lips.

Satoru returned to his previous position, feeling a slight soreness in his leg from before. He leaned his chest on the table, anticipating what he wanted most, what he needed. Suguru's hands grasped his asscheeks once more, and he was already satisfied just feeling Suguru's skin against his.

More confident than before, Suguru didn’t hesitate. He grasped his cock and slid it back into Satoru’s hole, receiving a satisfied sigh from Satoru. Moving his hands from Satoru’s asscheeks to his hips, Suguru gripped firmly, steadying himself to give Satoru everything he could. He began to move his hips, now more accustomed to the all-consuming feeling of Satoru’s walls squeezing and sucking him. Initially, he started slowly, seeking a pace and angle that worked best. He wanted to see if he could make Satoru louder, needier.

Suguru angled his thrusts, paying attention to Satoru’s soft moans, distinguishing between those elicited by Suguru’s thrusts and those resulting from the fact that Suguru was the one fucking him. His thrusts were a little sloppy, a little awkward, but he was trying to get the hang of it.

“You’re doing so good, Suguru,” Satoru praised, his breath stuttering at a particularly deep thrust, “Just like this.”

Suguru gasped as the warm hole eagerly sucked on his cock with each movement. Pulling Satoru’s hips to meet his thrusts, he elicited a high-pitched moan from Satoru with each movement.

“There, right there, Suguru. ” The moan escaped Satoru’s lips, causing him to grip the edge of the table tightly as Suguru made it his mission to hit the same spot again.

“Like this?” Suguru asked, his throat tightening from the intense pleasure. Satoru's body responded so readily to him, so perfectly. Tears welled up in his eyes again, even though he wasn't one to cry much — Satoru just felt so incredibly good. All Suguru wanted was to bury his cock inside Satoru's warmth and feel it all the time.

“Yes! fuck, ” Satoru exclaimed between his own gasps. God, Suguru was fucking him so well. He pushed Satoru a little on the table with the force he was beginning to create on his thrusts. Satoru begged, “Deeper, please Suguru.”

So Suguru started to go deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against Satoru’s grew louder and louder, and he couldn’t help but moan too. They created a harmony of moans inside the empty lounge. Suguru leaned forward, towering over Satoru. Feeling some tears escape his eyes, he said, “You feel so good, Satoru.”

Satoru could only moan as Suguru found his rhythm, hitting Satoru's sweet spot repeatedly with each thrust. Despite not being totally coordinated, even Suguru's moments of inexperience were turning Satoru on. He let his forehead rest against the table as he panted, unable to keep his mouth closed. The force with which Suguru's hips met his was beginning to ache, and yet he loved it. Suguru's cock filled him so completely, touching every part of his insides, leaving him feeling stretched and molded around it.

“Harder,” Satoru pleaded, and Suguru obliged, spoiling him with his cock. Suguru’s hands pushed and pulled, causing Satoru's nipples to brush against the table, and Satoru was seeing stars. A broken moan escaped his lips as he whispered, “You’re my favorite—oh fuck…student, Suguru.”

Suguru laughed, a little out of himself, his lashes shining with tears. He tried to reach as deep as he could inside Satoru’s ass, his cock sliding in and out Satoru’s soft walls. “I better be, sensei.” He moved one of his hands to caress Satoru’s back under his shirt as the other one pulled on his waist to meet him in the middle. 

Satoru’s cock was swollen and throbbing, nestled between his legs and the table. He longed to touch it, but he couldn’t. “Suguru, please touch me.”

Hearing his plea, Suguru licked his lips and shifted his hand from Satoru’s back to wrap around his hard cock, stroking it in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Satoru, Satoru, ” Suguru called, letting out a sob when Satoru’s hole clenched around his cock, intensifying the sensation. The wet warmth that enveloped him made Suguru lose every coherent thought he had, and Satoru kept getting louder as Suguru stimulated his prostate and his cock simultaneously. “I love being inside of you.”

“I love you, ” Satoru confessed as he felt himself getting closer and closer, his dick twitching in Suguru’s hands, so sensitive to the touch that it drove him mad. Suguru had found such a good rhythm, fucking him so hard and deep. He felt some of Suguru’s tears on his shirt, crying with the pleasure of how good his hole felt, worshiping his ass as he continued to grind into Satoru. He loved all of Suguru so much, he wanted this boy to be forever in his heart and inside him. Satoru felt complete in every sense of the word.

Despite his slight surprise, Suguru's thrusts didn’t halt or stutter. On the contrary, he decided to go faster, pushing Satoru forward and causing his fingers to grip harder at the table as he cried out in response to Suguru’s forceful thrusts. Suguru impaled his cock on Satoru over and over again. He groaned and cried softly, “I love you so much, Satoru, shit.”

Suguru hugged Satoru’s waist with one arm, pressing his chest against Satoru’s back, breathing heavily on his neck. Satoru’s sobs filled his ears as Suguru continued to fuck into him, nuzzling against Satoru’s nape. Satoru reached back, touching Suguru’s neck and pulling him closer. He felt tingles from his scalp to the tips of his fingers, and his throat was sore from use. 

As he moved his hips back, the sensation pooling in his belly intensified, and Suguru whispered 'I love you' against his skin. Satoru found himself unable to form coherent words or thoughts anymore, his mind full of the sensation of Suguru’s cock sliding through him, the slap sounds it made, the feeling of his rim sticky with lube, and how Suguru’s hands learned the way he loved to play with his own dick. 

His toes curled and a shiver ran through his back as Satoru came with a loud moan, spilling his cum into Suguru’s hands. His forehead rested at the table again as he continued to moan softly while Suguru didn’t stop fucking him and stroking his flattening cock. 

“Good boy, Suguru. You’re doing so well,” Satoru managed to say, despite being breathless, his chest heaving with each heavy exhale. He whimpered with the overstimulation of his prostate, feeling himself sensitive and sore, but still sighed with approval as Suguru’s thrusts started to get slower and deeper. Still holding Suguru's neck against him, he pleaded, “Come for me.”

Suguru licked Satoru’s sweaty nape and softly bit the skin, feeling like his cock was melting inside Satoru. His hole clenched around his cock, creating a delightful sensation of pressure on his length. Suguru thrusted deeply into Satoru’s tight ass, leaving Satoru’s cock to grab his asscheeks, feeling every bit of skin with his fingers as his movements came to a halt with a last deep thrust. Suguru cried out as he emptied himself inside Satoru, his legs trembling and chest heavy. He tried to catch his breath through his mouth as he lifted his head a little. 

Satoru turned around, using the pad of his thumb to wipe a tear in the corner of Suguru’s eyes, “You did so well,” and the corner of Suguru's mouth lifted in return. 

Suguru slid his cock out of Satoru and turned him around, curling his finger around Satoru's necklace and bringing him closer to press their mouths together. He kissed Satoru with care, until Satoru smiled against his lips. 

“I was telling the truth, I do love you,” Suguru said as he hugged Satoru, feeling the hands wrap around him and Satoru’s hand pat his hair.

“I know, me too. You’re so special, Suguru…” He murmured into Suguru’s ears and hugged him tighter. Satoru closed his eyes as he nuzzled against Suguru, feeling gentle kisses planted on his neck. He sighed, never feeling so much peace before. 

They had made a mess in a place where they obviously shouldn't have, so they didn't stay long before Satoru urged Suguru to retrieve everything they needed from his bag to clean up as best they could. After hastily pulling up their pants, they hurried to the bathroom, taking care even though they were alone. Suguru didn't think he would be able to embark on a stealth mission after sex with anyone else, and the thought made him bite his lip to stifle a laugh as he and Satoru sneaked into the closest bathroom.

When they returned, Satoru's work was scattered everywhere, but he seemed less stressed than before, allowing him to work more efficiently. He even gave some tests to Suguru to verify, which took less time than expected.

At least it worked, Suguru thought, reflecting on their completely inappropriate behavior.

 ———

Suguru's relationship with Satoru didn't really change until his graduation. What did change was that they now sometimes had sex. Really good sex, if he dared to say so himself. Suguru had to hold himself back from sneaking into Satoru's pants every time they were alone. That was the karma Satoru got for getting involved with someone in the middle of puberty, though he wasn't really complaining.

There would be times when no one could find Satoru, so people would give up looking for him. Satoru would often be so, so busy helping his student.

He would be leaning against the wall in the last stall of the boys' bathroom, located at the end of a tricky hallway on the third floor, trying to control his noises while his beloved student, Suguru, pounded at him. Suguru panted behind him, biting his earlobe while his hips moved behind Satoru. 

Suguru’s forehead would fall against Satoru’s shoulders and he would whisper, “You’re so greedy for my cock, Satoru…” as he felt Satoru clenching around him, not allowing him to go anywhere. And Satoru would whimper, knowing that he was, because he wanted to be filled with Suguru’s cock all the time. He would try to fuck himself on Suguru if he slowed his thrusts, because Satoru always wanted faster and harder when they were being filthy like this. Suguru would slide his cock so deep into him he would feel like he was rearranging his guts, and Satoru would never hold himself long enough. Because Suguru felt so good, his breath next to him so warm, Satoru would always let out a moan. And for that, Suguru would sometimes make him suck his fingers instead, filling his mouth with something, or he would just fuck Satoru hard enough to silence his babbling.

Satoru would come undone pathetically after being pressed against the wall for long enough, and fucked for long enough to satisfy Suguru’s momentary needs. 

Sometimes Suguru would go to his house just to test something new he wanted to try with Satoru. He would ask Satoru to lay on the bed and when Satoru realized, Suguru was sliding his tongue past his rim, fucking him with his soft muscle before he sucked, making his poor teacher mewl on the bed. Suguru would get so worked up and excited about his new discovery that he would just hold Satoru against his face and lap his tongue against his rim eagerly before circling around it. Suguru loved to have his mouth around Satoru, no matter where, he wanted to touch and kiss and taste. Suguru wanted to leave his mark everywhere around Satoru.

And there were times where Suguru was fine, really. He sometimes had study hours or council meetings to attend, but he also had a very needy man by his side. So occasionally, he would leave his meetings and pass by the ever-popular Gojo-sensei. The teacher would then dismiss everyone else, claiming he needed to speak with Suguru privately.

Suguru would then find himself inside the empty meeting room, with Satoru on his knees giving him the best blowjob he could ever receive, sucking Suguru like his life depended on it. Suguru would only be able to moan brokenly at the sight of Satoru’s eyes watering as he tried to take every inch of Suguru’s length. He would allow Suguru to grip his hair and move his hips against the warmth of his mouth. Satoru would moan around his cock in response to Suguru's treatment, feeling his cock against his throat and reveling in the knowledge that he made Suguru lose his mind, causing him to close his eyes and treat Satoru’s mouth as a hole dedicated to his pleasure.

After spilling down Satoru’s throat intensely, Suguru would say sorry, because he often went a little far when Satoru went down on him. It was a rare occurrence, but when Satoru did it was because he missed him, and it made Suguru feel maybe too much. They would always fuck later in the day too, be it at Satoru’s table or Satoru’s home. 

Suguru would always lay down or sit down somewhere, and Satoru would do his best to ride him. Satoru then would say between his gasps, “I missed you, missed your dick.”

With the time they spent together, Suguru learned that Satoru was a cockslut. He would say, “Show me how much, Satoru”. And watch how Satoru worked himself on his cock, sitting against him so hard his asscheeks would get red, and his unrestrained moans would fill the air along with the sounds of skin against skin. Suguru’s groans and harsh breaths would find their place in between as he cursed with how well Satoru took him and felt his cock slide his way into Satoru’s tight hole.

He loved watching the droplet of sweat fall from Satoru’s temple, and how Satoru’s gorgeous body worked above him, as if Suguru were his own plaything; it got him even more turned on. They were probably a little too addicted to stay connected, maybe that was one of the reasons it took so long for Satoru to accept him. 

Maybe Satoru knew that if they started, they would never be able to stop.

 ———

After Suguru graduated, they started to get more serious, admitting to themselves that they were dating for real, but still keeping it a secret from others. 

Suguru received his acceptance letter to college while he was with Satoru, which earned him a special dinner and a night that wasn't filled with much sleep.

It was a little strange to him how his feelings for Satoru hadn't changed over the years; if anything, they had grown stronger with age. He found himself spending more and more time at Satoru's place, which happened to be closer to his university. His friendship with Shoko remained unchanged, especially since she also began studying medicine at the same college. The only notable difference was her newfound addiction to caffeine and the all-nighters that she forced Suguru to participate in sometimes as emotional support — and the guy she relied on for late-night convenience store trips.

Suguru kept the habit of smoking sometimes, though less than Shoko. Satoru didn’t like it much but never argued with him about it. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to get Suguru to stop in his own way, like going where Suguru was smoking, clearly far away from him, and staying there, dramatically coughing. Suguru did smoke less often, just because Satoru had the incredible ability of being the most annoying person on earth when he wanted to be.

Only when he turned twenty-two that their relationship was public to others, although they still behaved as if it were a recent development. After all, they still needed to keep some secrets.

When Suguru crashed one of Satoru's Friday Bar Reunions with his friends, they initially acted like the usual close friends they were, until they didn't.

“‘Toru, I’m going to the bathroom. Want me to get something on the way back?” Suguru had asked, his arm at the back of Satoru's chair, their bodies close as he spoke next to Satoru’s ear. His voice was quiet, but their friends weren't the loudest people around, so any conversation could easily be heard. 

Satoru turned to him, their faces so close that Suguru could count his lashes. Then, Satoru replied, “Some strawberry flavored snacks, please. They have some sweets coated in dark and white chocolate. I want both, and one with vanilla too.”

“Alright,” Suguru agreed, and Satoru gave him a small peck on the lips thanking him before he got up to go.

When Satoru turned his head, the reality that they weren't the only people there washed over him. Lifting the beer cup in his hand, he said, “Surprise?”

Utahime looked at him, not knowing where to start, Nanami had two fingers massaging his temple, and Haibara’s eyes were almost falling out of his head.

“I'm not even gonna say that I’m surprised, because I’m really not.” Nanami broke the silence first as Utahime still only pointed at Satoru, babbling nonsensical things. 

“When?! How?! What?! You bagged a young dude?!” She exclaimed, finally able to gather her words and opposite to Nanami, she was very surprised. 

Satoru cackled after hearing the last part before he replied with a shrug, “It happened some time ago,” 

“I’m a little shocked but you two were always close so… I guess I’m happy for both of you, Gojo-san!” said Haibara, sweet as ever. Satoru sometimes wanted to pat his head like he was a dog to see if Haibara would grow ears and tail. 

Utahime opened and closed her mouth like a fish before saying, “I’m more upset because it makes sense. This Geto guy still calls me 'nurse'. Am I not a person? Am I just a nurse? Like, how did Gojo find someone as annoying as him? I can bear him alone; he's just an asshole sometimes. But they're together, and I have to see it!” she groaned, sipping at her beer frustratedly.

“Don't say it like that, he treats you well, better than I do. He's so cute, isn't he?” Satoru sighed, circling his finger around the rim of his cup.

“I thought they couldn't be more annoying than when Geto studied under us and gossiped with Gojo about people while the person was still there listening to them. I was wrong.” Nanami said. 

Suguru returned with five different sweets in his hands, placing them on the table in front of Satoru.

“Baby, they didn't have vanilla so I bought lemon. A girl told me it was even sweeter than vanilla because it tastes like pie so I’m trusting her.” Suguru said as he sat down. 

“It's fine, thanks.” Satoru held his face, repeatedly kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. Suguru rolled his eyes fondly as he looked at everyone at the table. 

“I guess you guys know?” he tentatively asked. Satoru opened the lemon candy and popped it inside his mouth. His arms curled around Suguru's shoulder.

“Unfortunately,” Nanami answered.

“Please, just spare us a little.” Utahime said, drinking all the beer she had just poured in one go. She murmured to herself, “Eleven years… damn, Gojo.”

Satoru looked at everyone before exclaiming, “Oh but how can we? I have to show you the one hundred pictures I took of Suguru's entrance ceremony, and with the twins he knows that we take it out to eat sometimes. Ah, there's this cat we want to adopt when he moves in with me.” 

Haibara clapped excitedly while Utahime and Nanami groaned out of stress, wishing more than anything to just leave.

———

“Suguru, get up. You're gonna be late and make me late together with you.” Satoru said as he closed the buttons of his shirt. A groan emerged from the bed behind him, and Satoru replied, “ Ughhhh to you too. Do you think I don't want to go back and cuddle with you and say we're both sick?”

Suguru's muffled voice came from under the covers as he spoke, “My class is in two hours, I still have time.”

Satoru hopped on top of him, causing Suguru to let out a grunt with the weight on his back. Satoru hugged his covered form. “Yaga is a pain in the ass and you know it. He's gonna introduce you and all that.”

“Since when do you care about that?” Suguru asked.

“I don't,” Satoru admitted, pulling the covers off Suguru, making Suguru's messy hair and sleepy face visible. He smooched him, kissing his cheeks and his lips until Suguru pushed him away, “But you care for first impressions and shit. You were more anxious than me introducing me to your parents as your boyfriend, so of course your annoying ass will want to show how much of a great new teacher you are.” 

Suguru let himself be pulled by his wrist until he sat. “Okay, okay.” 

“I made coffee and pancakes, and no they're not burnt. Haibara keeps giving me wrong measurements, I’m starting to think it’s Nanami gatekeeping and sabotaging me.”

Suguru laughed tiredly, “Probably. Thanks Satoru.”

“No problem. Go shower, I’ll wait.” Satoru planted a last kiss on his lips and patted his cheek before turning around to finish dressing.

As he watched him, Suguru thought how lucky he was. He met Satoru under peculiar circumstances for a relationship. He never thought that it would turn into something more after they spent time together and realized how well they seemed to complement each other. And after all of this, years later, they would come to share a home and work together at the very place they met.  

In another universe, Satoru could be Suguru's enemy in a battle, yet Suguru believed that even then, he would fall in love with Satoru over and over again.

Suddenly, Satoru's voice interrupted his thoughts, “You know, now that we work together, we can revisit how we were when you were just a student, Suguru.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, finally getting up and leaning against the wardrobe mirror Satoru was using. 

“We didn't get to start any rumors that time.” Satoru said, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

In the new school year, if someone started to talk about ghosts at a specific bathroom stall, sounds coming from the cleaning closet without anyone inside, and weird noises echoing through the school corridors after hours, oh well.

What could that possibly be?