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Suguru was out cold, curled on his side facing away from the door, one long leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out and that was just his usual pose to find comfort in and sleep but that's not what Satoru's eyes fell upon.
Suguru was— he was—
Satoru felt his lips fall open and his grip loosened on the blanket, eyes widening.
Suguru was wearing some sort of an oversized sleep shirt that he probably either borrowed from Satoru or it was his own and if it really was Satoru’s shirt, that little thief, Satoru didn't mind though.
His shirt had ridden all the way up to the middle of his back, exposing the smooth dip of his spine and the obscene swell of his hips and below that—
Were those fucking panties that Suguru wore?
Fuck, Suguru was wearing panties.
Or where,
satoru knows that more or less he exceeds limits sometimes just to get his own way with many things but he thinks that maybe getting dango with his best friend in a shitty and cheap hotel room after an exhausting mission wasn't really something that should be limited to him.
but maybe it wasn't really dango that he was hungry for.