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Wednesday, 27th of April

“Hey.”

Gojo looks up from lounging on Suguru’s unmade bed, surrounded by the various plushies that he’d won for Suguru in the past few weeks in an attempt to win him over. He holds his brand new DS Lite parallel to his face, so close that Suguru’s sure that it’s hurting the other’s eyes.

“Sup, Suguru?”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles. “You’ve only known me for a little over a month.”

“And what a month it’s been!”

“Shut up. I’ve gotta pack.”

Gojo rolls over, holding himself up with his elbows. “Why d’you gotta pack? You said it yourself, it’s only been a month.”

“I’m going home for Golden Week.”

His expression is blank. “Golden Week?”

Suguru stares at the other. “Do you not… what the fuck? Gojo, how do you not know what Golden Week is?”

“’m so confused.”

“It’s, like, a week of holidays in the middle of spring. I seriously don’t know how you don’t know it.”

“Oh!” Gojo exclaims. “C’mon, Geto. Why didn’t you just say it’s Ōgon Shūkan? Duh.”

“Same difference, dumbass. Move it. I need to pack,” he reiterates.

He pushes Gojo off his bed, and the taller boy lands on the floor with a loud, unceremonious thump. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and stays there.

“I can’t believe Suguru’s leaving me. So rude.”

“Are you not going home?”

Gojo squints at Suguru from his crooked position on the floor. “Why would I?”

“To visit your family?”

Gojo blows a raspberry. “Hell no. I don’t know why you’re visiting yours.”

“I actually come from a line of pleasant people. Unlike you,” Suguru spits.

“Ugh, for real,” Gojo agrees, completely unaware that Suguru’s comment is 100% meant to be a dig at him. “My entire family is full of dicks.”

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Suguru digs through his closet to look for his suitcase. He looks back at Gojo, still holding his DS disturbingly close to his face. “You’re not doing anything for Golden Week, then?”

“No. I just escaped my family, why the hell would I go back?”

“Jeez.” Suguru unzips his luggage.

“Seriously. And I heard Ieiri’s leaving, too, and everyone else, bummer.”

Suguru looks at Gojo. “Hey… if you want, you can come over to mine…” Suguru blushes. “Since you’re not doing anything.”

Gojo blinks back surprise, his white eyelash-framed eyes wide open with uncertainty. “For real?”

“Y-Yeah,” Suguru stammers, Gojo’s piercing blue gaze prodding him directly in the heart. “Why not? I’d feel bad if you were just here all by yourself for an entire week. You should get packing, though.”

“Oh, shit, uh, okay…” Gojo drops his DS on Suguru’s bed, rushing to Suguru’s side. “Are we… um, train? Bus? What’s the plan?”

“We leave from Tokyo Station tomorrow morning… You can buy your own ticket when we get there. No way in hell am I buying you one. I researched it; it’s three trains, so it might be a bit expensive. I hope you’re prepared to pay a few thousand yen. Like, two thousand, I think.”

“That’s nothing!”

Damn rich boy.

Thursday, 28th of April

All night long, Suguru wonders if he’s gotten himself roped into a big ole mess. Sat— Gojo is very, very hyperactive, from what he’s seen over the past month and change of school. Unleashing him on Suguru’s teeny tiny hometown with only one major road and a single izakaya is certainly a bad idea. Especially when Gojo’s attention span is a total of five seconds, and that’s only if you’re lucky.

He lays awake in bed for hours. Gojo is… yeah, he’s a sheltered clan kid, but he’s also… definitely a different breed than anyone in tiny little Hasegawa.

He’s a lot more blunt. Certainly lacks some social skills. A lot, actually. Hell, Suguru’s already anticipating the bullshit Gojo’s gonna say in front of his parents. It’s like he doesn’t even have a filter. Suguru’s fine with it half the time, but… it’d be a lot to get used to, certainly. Suguru at the very least appreciates the way that Gojo is extremely honest. Brutally so. But, at least he’s not fake like the kids in Hasegawa. That, he can appreciate.

And Gojo looks significantly different than, like, anyone ever. His strangely colored eyes and hair can probably be chalked up to some fucked up sort of albinism, but the problem is that Gojo’s eyes kinda glow. Not even in a figurative sense. They genuinely do. It kinda freaks Suguru out sometimes, honestly.

Hopefully the elder two Getos don’t think that Suguru’s brought home an absolute nutjob.

“Here.” When they arrive to the bustling Tokyo Train Station the morning of their departure, Gojo hands him a fat wad of cash. Definitely more than a ticket costs. “Buy my ticket for me and I’ll go get us some snacks, ’kay?”

“We missed the first train out…” Suguru groans. “The next one is in twenty minutes.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Suguru. Leaves us more time to get snacks then, right?”

“I guess. Find me something good, then.”

Gojo winks at the other. “I won’t let you down, Suguru.”

He watches Gojo speed away with a stuffed backpack and a noticeable pep in his step.

They’re right about the same height, but even in the past month, it seems Gojo’s grown slightly. Maybe just a few centimeters, but Suguru now has to crane his head up just a touch to meet his fellow Special Grade’s eyes. As he walks away, Suguru notices how Satoru nearly dwarfs everyone else in the station.

He snickers. It’s kinda funny, actually, seeing how tiny all these civilians seem next to a freak of nature like Gojo Satoru.

Ten minutes or so before the train arrives at the platform, Gojo returns with a full two bags of snacks. “Sup.”

“Hey.”

Gojo raises the bags. “Look, see? I promise I didn’t let you down, Suguru.”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Since you’re already calling me by my first name, could I call you by yours? You’re going to my house, after all.”

Gojo blushes. “U-Uh, yeah! I mean, I wish it were sooner, but… Yeah, Suguru, I’m down.”

“Alright, Satoru-kun.”

“Nonono,” he tuts. “Just Satoru is fine.”

It’s Suguru’s turn to blush. “Okay.”

The train pulls in, and thankfully, their seats are in an isolated spot. Nobody’s around to hear Satoru’s obnoxious conversations with Suguru as a barely willing participant.

“Here.” Satoru tosses a packaged sandwich to Suguru. “You like the BLTA, right?”

“Um, yeah,” Suguru looks down at his sandwich. His favorite. He’s glad, but also seriously kind of embarrassed that Satoru remembers such an inconsequential detail about his preferences.

Satoru rips open his own one. “I got the same thing. I don’t think I’ve ever really tried one of these. The katsu sando one looked super yummy, but why not match with Suguru, right? Surely he’s gotta have good taste.”

“Right,” replies Suguru shyly. “They’re good. I like them.”

Satoru takes one ginormous bite out of both sandwiches in the package and looks at Suguru, waving the sandwiches in his direction. “I really hope I don’t have an allergic reaction to this shit.”

“Wh-What?! Satoru, if you’re allergic then why did you—”

Satoru laughs (his mouth is still full of food). “Nah, man, I’m just fucking with you.”

Suguru blushes furiously. “That’s not even fucking funny.”

“I am allergic, but I just get itchy. Gojo Satoru would not die from a few avocados in a fucking sando, dude. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to take me out.”

“Jeez,” Suguru huffs. “You’re insufferable.”

The first train is calm and quiet. Satoru chatters quietly about random things, but it’s not as annoying as it usually is. In fact, it’s a bit charming, and much better than sitting in absolute and complete silence.

They wait at Chiba station for a few minutes, Suguru takes the time to call his parents on the phone. They then board the train and Suguru finds the bathroom before the train takes off.

Suguru returns to his seat from the bathroom to find Satoru’s legs spread over Suguru’s seat. He’s lounging with a can of sickeningly sweet iced coffee in his hand.

“’Sup, Suguru.”He takes a sip and Suguru pushes his legs off his seat. “What kind of porn do you like?”

“Jeez, Satoru, I just sat down, who the fuck starts a conversation like that?!”

“I’m curious. It actually says a lot about a person.”

“But that’s so embarrassing,” Suguru blushes.

“Hey, it’s not embarrassing unless it’s, like, gay porn.” (Suguru flinches at that.) “But lesbian sex is really hot. Like, dude, you gotta tune in.”

“What’s so wrong with gay porn?” Suguru forces out.

“It’s so overacted. Like, seriously, no dude would ever act like that.”

“Oh, right, like you would know. As if you’re some sort of expert on how gay men having gay sex would gay act.”

“I mean, no, but I’ve thought about it a lot—”

“Gay sex?”

“A hole is a hole, man. If there’s a dick going into it, it’s hot.”

“Oh, yeah, but lesbian tribbing is hot.”

Satoru’s eyes widen. “I never said they were tribbing, dude, you’ve got surprisingly dirty mind, you skeez.” He inspects his can of coffee. “But frotting is hotter than tribbing.”

“I’m not even gonna pretend to know what that is.”

“Top ten best things on Earth,” gloats Satoru.

“You might be too horny for your own good,” Suguru grumbles.

Though he learns that Satoru is unexpectedly ten times more perverted than Suguru initially thought, he’s also come to the realization that Satoru’s actually fairly sweet way deep down. He has no idea how Satoru’s got Suguru’s exact preferences in snacks memorized, but every single thing is absolutely delicious, even the things Suguru’s never tried.

The train ride around Tokyo Bay is rather pleasant. At a certain point on the Uchibō line, a dozing Satoru’s head comes to rest on Suguru’s shoulder. He stays there for quite some time, until they’ve got to transfer to the next train at Kisarazu Station.

Satoru yawns. “Did I fall asleep…?”

“Yeah. For about twenty minutes.”

“I had a dream about us,” Satoru sighs. “Why’d you have to go and wake me up?”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Oh, c’mon, you have the real me now.”

“Even better.” He snuggles next to Suguru again, his head laying on Suguru’s lap, now. Suguru finds himself idly stroking Satoru’s fluffy hair a few times.

Obitsu Station is as run down as ever, it seems. It’s definitely nothing fancy, absolutely nothing like the modern and updated Tokyo Station. It’s really only a shack. Barely any people at the station, as per usual. In fact, Suguru’s sure he hasn’t ever seen anyone get on or off aside from him. As obnoxiously rural as Suguru remembers.

“We’ll cut through Sueyoshi,” suggests Suguru.

“Sueyoshi,” Satoru parrots. “Su-eh-yo-shi.”

“That’s the name, don’t wear it out.”

The walk from the station to Suguru’s house isn’t particularly scenic or anything, but Satoru marvels at anything and everything. He doubts Satoru’s ever spent more than five seconds in a residential neighborhood.

They cut through the 7-11 parking lot; the same, familiar konbini Suguru had hit up after middle school nearly daily.

“Woah!” Satoru shouts. “A 7-11! I didn’t know they’d have these way out here!”

Suguru can only stare at Satoru. “We’re not, like, completely backwards here, Satoru. Have some respect.”

“I’ve just never seen one with a parking lot so big.”

Suguru rolls his eyes as he drums on the hoods of the parked cars. “I used to go here a lot during middle school. It’s aight.”

“Holy fuck! Are those rice fields?”

“Just regular fields,” Suguru grunts. “Hey! Don’t—” He yanks Satoru by the backpack out of the street. “You’re gonna get hit, stupid!”

“Oops.” Satoru, who’s got a terrible attention span, gasps at a building down the road, having somehow already moved on to the next thing. “Hey, what’s that?”

“Just a hair salon.” He points across the street. “Over there is my old preschool.”

“Aw, I can imagine Babyguru toddling all the way over here with his parents.” He looks up at Suguru. “Hey, I’ll get to meet your parents, right? Which one do you look more like?”

“Yeah.” Suguru pauses. “I’ve been told I look more like my mom, so her, I guess. But I look a lot like my dad, too. At least, that’s what I think.”

“Cool.” He jitters with the excitement of a kid in a candy shop. Or, a Satoru in a candy shop. “I’m so stoked. Sugu-clones!”

Satoru skips for most of the ten minute walk to Suguru’s house.

They approach the familiar hill by Suguru’s home. It’s the same as ever: lush, wild looking, greener than the greenest crayon in the box. The two boys walk up the narrow driveway to Suguru’s house.

“I don’t know if my parents are home,” Suguru says, fishing his keys out of his backpack. He hears the familiar jingling of his many keychains and pulls them out of the pocket. “Doubt it, actually. I called them earlier, when we were at Chiba Station, but they never said when they’d be home from work.”

“Your keychains are so cute,” Satoru blurts out.

They make brief eye contact and both look away, faces equally red.

“Th-Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll show you my room first,” he says, unlocking the door and slipping his shoes off. “You can leave your things in there.”

“Sweet.” Satoru stops to look at old family photos hung up in the entranceway. “Aw, you were such a cute baby!”

Suguru leans in, glancing at the pictures he hasn’t seen in months. “Jeez, I was fat.”

“Look at your chubby widdle baby cheeks, Suguwu! That’s so cuteee,” he coos. “Babyguru.”

“Shut up and take your shoes off.”

Suguru gives Satoru the grand tour, where he learns that Satoru has actually never stayed in a modern house before. Satoru is wowed by, like, a fucking indoor bathtub. And a gas stove. And by the fact that Suguru has a Western style bed in his room instead of a futon. And Suguru’s en suite bathroom. He really likes Suguru’s posters, and asks for him to help him find and put up posters of his own back at school.

“Your house just, like, screams house, you know?” Satoru remarks at one point. “It’s so homey. Like a lived in set from a movie. No wonder you turned out so normal.”

“Yeah, a horror mockumentary movie, maybe.”

A few hours are spent chattering away in Suguru’s room. About school, mostly, bitching about Yaga’s assignments, but also about how weird and foreign Tokyo is, how hot it’s been recently, all that bullshit.

“We’re home,” say two familiar voices from downstairs.

“Suguru? You here?”

“Upstairs, Dad! Coming.” He tugs Satoru’s arm. “C’mon. Come meet my parents?”

He tugs Satoru downstairs by the sleeve. They poke their heads in the entranceway. Suguru’s parents are both taking their shoes off, settling in.

“Mom, Dad, this is Satoru.” He wraps his arm around the other boy’s wide shoulders, holding a nervous Satoru reassuringly. Satoru slightly trembles. “Satoru, these are my parents.”

“It’s my pleasure to meet you both,” Satoru bows his head deeply, hands shaking at his sides. “P-Please look kindly upon me.”

“Geto Yoshirou,” Suguru’s father sticks his hand out. Satoru is reluctant to shake his hand, but Dad firmly grips it and shakes it with vigor.

“Glad Suguru’s made a friend already,” says Suguru’s mother. “I’m Kanae.”

“Please, Satoru-san, make yourself at home.”

Satoru is uncharacteristically nervous around Suguru’s parents. Like, Suguru never thought he’d see the day where Gojo Satoru of all people was socially anxious.

On a side note; Gojo Satoru. What a cute name. The kanji for 5, followed by the kanji for article. On’yomi Go, On’yomi Jō. Then the kanji for enlightenment. It’s seriously a pretty name, Suguru thinks, like something traditional and Buddhist and archaic, while Suguru’s is so plain. Geto, like the rest of his ancestors that bummed around this stupid farming village.

Gojo Suguru. Gojo Suguru? Kinda cute. Geto Satoru… less so. Too many Ts.

Speaking of his ancestors, or rather his more immediate family members, his mother explains that her mother (Suguru’s grandmother) would be staying with Suguru’s cousins in Neriki, and they’d be visiting those cousins for Children’s Day.

They return to Suguru’s room for the time being.

“My mom is so dramatic,” Suguru grumbles, fiddling with the zipper of his suitcase, stuck in the middle of rezipping it. “We’re not even that close.”

“We’re not?”

Satoru’s eyes are wide and he looks quite dazed. Suguru falters for a second, before sitting on the bed next to Satoru.

“We can be,” he mumbles. “We’re the only boys in our grade, it’s almost like we’re meant to be friends.”

Satoru nods. “Like, cosmically, bro.”

“I mean, like, yeah, what’re the chances of two Special Grades, born only two months apart, both boys—”

“—Sexy boys,” Satoru interjects—

“‘Sexy boys,’” Suguru adds begrudgingly. “Who both decided to attend Tokyo Jujutsu Tech instead of Kyoto?”

“I mean, you’re from Chiba, so it makes more sense for you than it does for me.”

“Do you miss Kyoto, Satoru?”

He scratches his chin. “Eh, it’s aight. I miss some of my cousins sometimes. Even if they don’t like me very much. I just miss seeing their familiar faces.”

“That makes sense. I’m sure your parents and cousins miss you.”

Satoru stays silent for a bit before giving Suguru a small smile and laughing. “Yeah. Parents. For sure.”

“Did my parents treat you okay? They can come off a bit strong at times.”

“I feel like I should’ve brought a gift,” Satoru laments.

“Maybe their gift is the fact that I have an actual friend,” Suguru suggests.

“Oh, c’mon, dude, you don’t have friends? Hard to believe. You’re the coolest dude I’ve ever met, maybe.” Satoru stares at him. “You have, like, shaggy hair. Like an anime character. And cool ass piercings.”

“I’ve had acquaintances, just not… friends.” He shrugs. “They were all scared of the emo kid who could see monsters. Who wants to hang out with a gloomy kid like that?”

“Uh, me,” Satoru deadpans. “Duh.”

Suguru grins.

“Do your parents know about Jujutsu shit?”

“I mean, Yaga explained a little bit. They thought I was totally batshit insane when I was little and used to cry about scary monsters wrapped around the kids in school. I had an uncle, too, some distant relative on my mom’s side. I think he might’ve been an auxiliary manager, now that I’m thinking about it. Not a full-on sorcerer, though. They say he went batshit crazy and killed himself.” Suguru hums. “All they know about Jujutsu society that I’m pretty good at what I do and I’m actually not as crazy as they thought.”

“Special Grade isn’t just good, Suguru. It’s, like, the best of the best.” Satoru tucks a loose strand of hair behind Suguru’s ear, looking up at him with cute little puppy eyes through thick white eyelashes. His hand grazes the side of Suguru’s face, and he can feel his face flush almost instantly at the touch. Satoru recoils once he realizes that he’s so close to Suguru. His hand snaps back to resting in his lap. He turns a scarlet red and looks away. “My bad. I didn’t, uh, um. You had, like, a strand of hair loose. It was bothering me.”

“No, it’s okay.” He smiles softly, cocking his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Satoru blinks back up at Suguru. “It’s true, though, Suguru. We’re the best Jujutsu society has to offer. You’re great.” He looks Suguru’s face up and down. “Like, dope, dude. You’re awesome.”

The pair goes downstairs at a certain point to go fetch the two some snacks from the cabinet, but Mom confronts Suguru in the kitchen.

“Why don’t you give Satoru a tour of the neighborhood?”

“Mom,” he groans, “There’s barely anything to do around here.”

“Aw, Suguru, baby, don’t say that. You can take him into town, if you’d like. Just be back by 7.”

He looks back at Satoru, head flopping on Satoru’s shoulder. “7-11?”

“I’m down.”

They wander around town with their konbini snacks in hand, where Suguru points out boring locations. Weird looking tree, kinda shitty. 7-11, been there, done that. Suguru’s middle school, too many unpleasant memories.

A car whizzes by them on the way back from Obitsu to his home in Hasegawa.

“I wish I could drive,” says Suguru, eyes following the car. “That way we could bum around in an actually fun city.”

“I dunno,” Satoru shrugs, “It’s real cool out here. Totally different from Tokyo and Kyoto. Like, a totally different third thing.”

“The countryside?” Suguru suggests sarcastically.

He unlocks the door and lets himself and Satoru inside.

“Boys!” Mom calls from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready!”

Dinner is some zaru soba, (Yay!) which Satoru happily eats. Suguru and Satoru kick each other’s shins under the table, and at a certain point the heel of Suguru’s house shoe digs into Satoru’s toes, and Suguru tries not to laugh as tears form in Satoru’s eyes and he tries to maintain his composure in front of Suguru’s parents.

They ask about girls, because they always do, if Suguru’s interested in any Tokyoite girls. To which Suguru replies with a big fat no, that there’s only one girl in their grade who’s busy all the time, and two girls a few grades above him who are way too old for him. And one of them, the black haired one Suguru can’t really remember the name of, absolutely hates Satoru’s guts.

After dinner they return to Suguru’s room.

Satoru picks up a magazine from Suguru’s bed. “Wuzzat?”

“Fashion magazine. I forgot I left those on my bed…” Suguru mutters to himself. “I brought my better ones with me to school.”

“You should show me sometime!”

“I mean, I can show you this one right now, if you’d like.”

Satoru shrugs. “Why not?”

Suguru flips the magazine open. It’s, like, the 2003 issue, from when Suguru decided he wanted to make life ten times harder for himself and dress in an alternative style. Satoru leans in to look at the familiar spreads with people clad in goth and punk and Visual Kei clothes.

“So many skulls… Kinda emo.”

“I mean, I guess.”

Satoru stares intently at the pages in complete silence for a few minutes, before meeting Suguru’s gaze.

“I’ve never really, like, seen anything like this. People wearing all this cool shit. Only kimono and yukata and sokutai and jūnihitoe.”

“Yeah, I think it’s really cool and shit.” Suguru blushes, hugging his knees closer to his chest. “I wish I had all the money in the world to dress like that.”

“Hey, if we go to Harajuku soon, I’ll let you go ham with my credit card, okay?”

Suguru grins. “Fuck yeah.”

“Besides, you already look all… alternative-ish, I guess. With the earrings and the skinny little eyebrows and shit.”

“Thanks. So, I’m giving off that vibe? That’s good to know.”

Satoru flips the page, and immediately turns red, pointing to a particular guy in an outfit. “That dude’s hot.”

Suguru feels himself blush furiously, looking at the man on the page. The guy is stoic and has dark makeup and long, pitch black hair. He’s dressed in dark, sorta grungy but sorta punkish clothes. Satoru’s right, he is kind of attractive, but Suguru hadn’t really paid him any attention before. He really only likes the magazine for the fashion in it.

“That’s gay as hell, Satoru.”

Satoru squints at the page and back at Suguru. “He looks like a girl, so it’s fine.”

“You tell me I look like a girl all the time, your logic is stupid.” Suguru cocks his head. “By your logic, it’d be fine to like me, ’cause according to you, I apparently look like a girl.”

Suguru leans back as Satoru shuts his eyes and bites his bottom lip. He cracks his eyes open at the magazine, flipping it to the next page. Avoids Suguru’s eye.

“That guy’s hair is cool,” blurts Satoru, nearly refusing to acknowledge Suguru’s existence. “And his makeup.” He pauses. “You wear makeup, no?”

“Not as extreme as them, but yeah, eyeliner. Sometimes I cover up my dark circles with concealer.”

“That’s so cool. I think this entire, like, style is real cool.”

“You’re into alternative fashion, then? Is that your type in people?”

“I mean, yeah.” Satoru pauses to stare at a spiky haired girl wearing somewhat torn up clothing with a bunch of layers. “I like Misa from Death Note. And that Nana chick from that manga.”

“Nana? That’s for lesbos, Satoru.”

Satoru stares at the other, his eyes wide with confusion. “You have all these faggy ass magazines, you seriously can’t be talking.”

“’Cause I like the fashion, you dumbass.

“This is just pure fap material.” Satoru throws the magazine at Suguru’s face. “You probably jerk off to these every night.”

“The point of these is to look for style inspiration, Satoru, not masturbate to it.”

Satoru scowls.

“You’re such a porn addict.”

Satoru scoffs. “You’re so gay!”

“Porn addict!”

“Gayass!”

“Porn junkie!”

“Fag!”

“Horndog!”

“Okama!”

Suguru’s eyes widen. He pushes Satoru off his bed, and he lands with a loud thud. Satoru looks back up at him with wide eyes, eyebrows furrowed like he’s confused about the fact that Suguru reacted so strongly to being called a slur.

Memories come flashing back to him. Of his dad finding his magazines in middle school, of his first ever crush Aoi spewing vile remarks, of shamefully hiding his love letters to the handsome class president Satoshi in his middle school, of that girl Azumi being interested in him and him being interested in her and then immediately backing out once she learned he’d had a track record of crushing on boys, of that boy Akamaru who Suguru had been paired up with during the middle school's school festival in third year.

Suguru’s arms curl around his knees. He leans up against his wall, against his posters of rock bands and glammed up guys with heavy makeup.

“H-hey, Suguru, I didn’t mean that…” Satoru mumbles. “I’m… I’m real sorry, it just slipped out. I don’t know why I said it…”

“Get the fuck out of my room.”

Satoru recoils. “Huh?”

“I don’t tolerate that word, Gojo, get out.”

“I-I know, I don’t… Suguru, please, I can explain myself.”

“Can it. You’re leaving on the first train out of Obitsu tomorrow morning.”

“Suguru,” the other boy mumbles, crawling back onto Suguru’s bed, cowering before Suguru. “I… I know you’re upset, you have every right to be, I’d be too, I mean, I totally wanna beat the shit outta people who call me that—”

Suguru huffs as he cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, really? People call The Gojo Satoru that? I find that seriously hard to believe.”

“A lot, actually!” Satoru shouts defensively.

“Really? Who?”

“My cousins, my grandpa, my uncles, my aunts! They say that shit ’cause I don’t want to marry my fucking seventh cousin twice removed or some shit.”

“That’s just calling you gay for not wanting to partake in incest, Satoru, that’s not as—”

“I don’t want to marry one of my cousins, Suguru,” he barks. “Because I don’t want to marry a girl.”

Suguru looks up at Satoru.

“You…”

“I’m pretty goddamn sure I like dudes, Suguru, I like dudes with long shaggy hair who are handsome salt faced prettyboys who have pretty brown eyes and long eyelashes and heavy makeup and—”

Before Satoru can continue his rambling, Suguru leans in to the other. Their faces are mere centimeters apart, Suguru’s nose almost brushing against Satoru’s flatter one. He feels soft breaths come from Satoru’s nostrils. His eyes cross as he looks at Suguru, which are sparkling in the dim light of Suguru’s room.

“Sorry. I didn’t know.” He blinks, tearing his eyes away from Satoru’s. “I’m… I’m still not okay with the fact that you said it.”

“Yeah. No, yeah, that makes sense. I’m so sorry, Suguru. It’s just… it repeats in my head a lot.” He scratches the back of his neck, his elbow bumping against Suguru’s collarbone. “I… it’s especially bad when I think about, like, boys. In a romantic way. Shit like that.”

“Are you gay, Satoru?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Oh.” Suguru’s eyes glance down at the floor, at his hands idly resting in his lap. He retracts. “Yeah. Me either.”

“I’m sure I’ll grow out of it,” says Satoru with a careless shrug. He tucks a short white lock of his hair behind his ear; he’s been looking quite handsome with his hair steadily growing out. His eyes gaze into Suguru’s and then a flurry of butterflies begins to harass Suguru’s stomach. Satoru continues. “But… I really hope you find a nice boyfriend, Suguru. You really do deserve it.”

His eyes look pained yet hopeful.

Suguru can barely sleep all night. Satoru’s expression is stuck in his mind—was it really pained? Was Suguru misinterpreting things? Yeah, Gojo Satoru is by all means enigmatic, but… did Suguru spot something more underneath the surface? Something more… well, Suguru doesn’t know, but when Satoru mentioned the idea of Suguru having a boyfriend, he looked ever so slightly upset. An indiscernible expression.

Again, was Suguru just reading into things too much? He… well, he does have a habit of doing exactly that. Overthinking is his worst enemy, and a persistent one. Like when he was six, and the cutest boy in school chose to play house with Suguru and Suguru alone, and Suguru had thought that meant he’d been interested in him, but it turned out that he’d grown up to be a total bigot, and a terribly shitty boyfriend, to boot. Suguru had overheard the second part from some girls in his class that were friends with the dude’s girlfriend. Maybe he had dodged a major bullet. Bummer that Aoi had turned out to be a total dick.

He’s then launched into a rather fretful and unrestful sleep.

Friday, 29th of April - Greenery Day

When he wakes up the next morning Satoru is gone from the futon they’d laid out the night before, but he hears soft voices from downstairs.

He rubs his eyes as he descends the stairs. When he walks into view of the kitchen, Satoru’s stood next to his mom, helping her grill what seems like some fish, if Suguru’s nose is correct.

“Suguru’s never really been good at making friends,” he hears his mom tell Satoru. “I’m glad he’s comfortable enough to invite you here during your break. Suguru hasn’t ever brought company over.”

“You’ve got a lovely home, Geto-san,” Satoru chimes in. “I’m elated to be staying here. Suguru’s a real chill guy.”

“I’m glad.” Mom smiles back at Satoru. “We were so scared he’d have trouble way out in Tokyo—Yoshirou especially—it’s so different there, isn’t it? So fast paced.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s fast. I’m getting used to it. I’m not from Tokyo either.”

“Ah?! Really? But you’re so stylish, Satoru-san!”

“Nope.” He preens. “Kyoto, born and raised.”

“I can barely tell! You don’t even sound like it…”

“Yeah, I try not to.”

Suguru sneaks up behind the pair. They keep chatting for a while, not noticing Suguru creep up behind them.

“Boo.” Suguru wraps his arms around Satoru’s torso. Satoru jumps slightly, startled. He whips his head around to look at Suguru.

“Jeez! ’Morning, you meanie.”

“Good morning, baby,” greets his mother, giving him a small peck on the cheek.

“You want a kiss from me too?” Satoru leans his head back to whisper in Suguru’s ear.

“Stop. That’s so gay,” Suguru hisses in reply.

“Breakfast is just about ready,” Mom says.

Suguru hums as he leans his head on Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru tenses up ever so slightly.

“Your dad says he’s planning on driving us to a shop in town to get a new houseplant,” Satoru tells the other, his hand lightly resting on Suguru’s arm.

“Blegh. I wanted to stay home,” he murmurs.

“Hey, I’m down to see more of your hometown, Suguru. Give me the grand tour!”

“Get out of those stupid pajamas and I’ll consider it.”

Satoru looks down at his Paul Frank pajama pants and his shitty T-shirt with some English slogan on it.

“Don’t diss it! This stylish attire pulls all the ladies.”

“Doubt it.”

Satoru scoffs.

He eventually gives in and the pair go back upstairs to Suguru’s room with the intent to change and get ready for the day, although knowing Satoru, he’s bound to get distracted and bring Suguru along for the ride.

Suguru stares at himself in the mirror, eyeliner in hand. It’s hard to be precise when Satoru is yammering away while digging through his backpack for clothes.

“What’s the plan for this week, Suguru?”

“Find a festival, maybe,” he murmurs as he puts eyeliner on his waterline. He blinks a few times. Then sets the mirror down. “My parents and I haven’t really done much for the past few years. We can do whatever you want, Satoru.”

“Okay!”

“My family and I usually visit my cousins for Children’s Day…” Suguru scratches his chin idly as he watches Satoru dress himself. (Hot.) “They’re a lot younger than me, so they’re still into that crap.”

Satoru tugs a tight fitting T-shirt with some dumb Digimon logo over his long sleeved T-shirt. He ruffles his hair to perfection while looking into Suguru’s mirror, then looks back at Suguru. “I can’t imagine not living, like, five seconds away from my cousins. So weird.”

“You Gojo are the ones that are so weird.” Suguru chucks a pillow at Satoru’s shoulder.

“Nah, just traditional.” Satoru grins at Suguru. “You should visit some day. It’s actually real pretty when you don’t have your shihan bitching in your ear about martial arts. Oh, maybe next year! One Golden Week at yours, one at mine. Returning the favor, y’know?”

“Alright,” Suguru says, blush dusting his face.

“Turn around, man, I’m gonna take my pants off.” Satoru pauses. “Or don’t. I don’t care.”

“Weren’t you calling me gay last night?”

“If a gay guy thinks I’m hot, I know I’m doing something right, y’know?”

“’m not gay,” mumbles Suguru.

“Uh, yeah, sure, bud.” Satoru slips his pajama shorts down, revealing cutesy little Sanrio boxer briefs.

“Cinnamoroll?” Suguru teases. “Shoot, you might actually be gayer than I am.”

“Can’t a guy indulge in some cutesy undies? Now turn around for real, I’m taking this shit off and don’t need anyone seeing my junk.”

“So much for not caring.”

“Unless Suguru actually does wanna see my 30cm dick, I advise you to turn around.”

“You’re so annoying.” Suguru flops down on the bedsheets and stares at his ceiling. “Mine is 35cm, by the way.”

“The fuck?! No way—”

“Satoru, I’m obviously lying.”

“Fuck you, bro.”

He flops on the bed next to Suguru, as if it’s his own room and not Suguru’s.

“Do you… have more magazines?”

Suguru stares blankly at the other. “I’m afraid you read all my fashion ones already.”

“It doesn’t have to be fashion ones, Suguru, I’m just bored.” He rolls onto the other side of the bed.

“But we’re going to leave in an hour…”

“That’s literally so long!” Satoru whines.

“You just have the worst attention span on Earth,” he grumbles, flicking Satoru’s nose.

Satoru giggles as he wraps an arm around Suguru’s neck. “C’mon, man, show me your stuff! You gotta have some good, like, manga ‘n’ shit…”

Suguru shrugs. “I guess I have some.”

He slides off the bed to kneel next to the bookcase. He goes over the spines of all the magazines he owns while Satoru hovers over his shoulder.

“Why the fuck do you have Be × Boy?”

“Why the fuck do you know what that is?”

Satoru freezes. “I, uh, see it at manga stores in Akihabara…?”

Suguru shakes his head, ignoring Satoru’s dumbass reply. “I have a few horror ones. Shonen Jump, obviously. And a few Ultra Jump ones.”

“I’m curious to see what’s in this one.” Satoru reaches for the Be × Boy magazine.

“Just like… BL. Yaoi. That stuff.” Suguru blushes.

“Oh… so you’re a rotten boy,” teases Satoru with a wide grin. “I didn’t know that about Suguru.”

“Stop. I don’t even jerk off to this.” Suguru rolls his eyes, though the blush on his face probably betrays him. A bold faced lie, because he definitely does. Well. Not this stuff, this is tame. But some of the more erotic, smutty BL? Oh, yeah, definitely.

Satoru opens the magazine, skimming through the pages. Suguru stops him at a familiar chapter.

“That one’s Keigo. And the darker haired guy is, uhm.” Suguru blushes. “His name is Satoru.”

“Man, why does the one with my name have to be the girl in the relationship?”

Suguru shakes his head. “He’s not… he’s on the receiving end, but he’s still a boy. That’s what’s appealing about this type of stuff.”

Satoru nonchalantly and carelessly leafs through the pages until he suddenly stops. His eyes go wide and he pushes the magazine into Suguru’s lap.

“D-Dude, you didn’t tell me this had sex in it!”

“I mean, it’s not explicit…” Suguru pushes it off his lap. “See? It doesn’t even show his dick going in or anything. Just the poses.”

Satoru snatches the magazine off the floor. His hands run over the intricate line work of the manga, the figures of the two characters engaged in such a perverse yet intimate act. Suguru notices Satoru’s eyes begin to widen and his nervous swallowing, along with him shifting his legs, crossing his legs, him being all antsy. He pulls the magazine closer to his face, lips slightly parted as he mouths the words Suguru’s read millions of times.

“It’s… it’s different from porn, I’ll say that much,” Satoru murmurs eventually, after a long pause accompanied by Satoru’s soft yet labored breathing.

“I’ve got some pornos if you want them.”

Satoru blinks back shock. “R-Really? Can I see?”

Blushing furiously, Suguru pulls out a shoebox from under his bed. Under old assignments and other useless papers is his secret stash, from magazines he’d swiped from the 18+ section of bookstores when no one was looking.

He hands them, face down, to Satoru, who immediately and voraciously flips them open. His eyebrows furrow as he flips through more and more of the pages.

“How the hell do you even fap to this, Suguru, there are no girls!”

“No shit, dumbass, it’s a gay magazine.”

“And you said you weren’t gay.”

“You can’t judge me, you literally said you watch gay porn like two days ago.”

Satoru responds with a scowl. Suguru sticks his tongue out.

Satoru flips through more pages. He stares intensely at one of the pictures, a skinnyish guy with pale skin and shaggy dark hair lounging on a seat, with a limp cock in his lap. “Fuck, dude, I’d fuck the hell out of him.”

Suguru pushes the other’s hand out of the way. He leafs through the magazine to find his favorite page. “This guy’s more my speed.”

A double page spread. A guy, with fluffy dyed brown hair and hazelish eyes accented by long eyelashes. He’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, and under it is a dark bush of hair. He looks down at the camera, almost teasingly, and his smirk reveals a little white snaggletooth. He’s naked from the waist down, but is wearing a loose white button up and a black tie, pushed to the side. He’s buff—really buff, actually, bigger and more defined than anyone Suguru’s ever seen.

“I’m bigger than him,” hums Satoru, although his voice is noticeably strained. The tip of his finger points to the guy’s cock.

“I mean, yeah, so am I, but what matters is what he looks like. Isn’t he so erotic?”

“Um. Uh-huh.” Satoru’s eyes are fixated on the man’s dick. “I-Is this what Suguru jerks off to? I like videos better, but this is good, too…”

“I don’t have a laptop, Satoru, and I’m not gonna go all the way to Kimitsu to find a Book-Off and attempt find a fucking gay porno DVD of all things, while risking my parents or grandma catching me watch it.”

“Well, uh… I’ve got a laptop, you can come over to my room one day and…” Satoru’s face is tinted pink. “I’ll let you borrow it.”

“You’re kidding.”

Satoru blushes and looks away. “I. Um. Watching a porno with Suguru would be. Uh. I’m down for it.” He catches Suguru’s eye and looks down, face a deep red. “Uhm.”

“I mean…” Suguru’s sure his face is equally as red as Satoru’s. “Sure. I’m down.”

“I could find a good gay one, if that’s what you’re into…”

Suguru can’t look into the other boy’s eyes. “Y-Yeah,” he responds, quietly. “That’d be nice.”

“Flip to the next page, dude, I’m bored of this guy,” he complains. Satoru begins to unbuckle his belt. Suguru notices a slight bulge in the crotch of his pants, somewhat growing.

“Are you seriously gonna start jerking off?!”

Satoru looks at the other. “Uh, yeah? Normal teenage boy thing to do.”

“N-Not with another dude in the room!”

“Who cares, Suguru, we’ve sparred together millions of times. We’ve showered next to one another.”

“That’s different,” insists Suguru. He won’t tell Satoru about the fact that he’s rock hard every time they spar. That seeing a sweaty and intensely passionate Satoru sends him into panic mode. Or maybe not panic mode, more like, oh shit this hot guy is gonna see me hard mode. Which kinda does make him panic, actually. Well, whatever.

Suguru hears some fabric rustling and Satoru’s hand is already down his pants by the time he peeks at the other boy.

He brings his other hand to his zipper. “So… Can I?”

“You’re already doing it, just fucking go for it.”

Satoru unzips his fly and his Cinnamoroll boxers are exposed once again, but now, there’s a very obvious and very big bulge straining the fabric of the underwear.

“Woah,” he utters under his breath.

Satoru whips his cock out. As expected, it’s big. Like, yeah, Satoru wasn’t lying when he said he was bigger than the guy in the magazine. Long and girthy. His dick is almost as pale as the rest of him, although as it goes down the skin turns into an angry pinkish red that’s almost begging to be soothed. By Suguru. Obviously. Who else?

There’s a winding vein on the side of it, and Suguru’s hands itch with the urge to trace it with an index finger.

“Hey, can I… can I touch yours, Satoru?”

He looks down sheepishly. “Go ahead.”

“How big are you?” Suguru questions, lingering above Satoru’s cock. “Surely, like, above the average.”

“Fuck…” Satoru groans. “Sixteen? Seventeen centimeters? Something like that. I dunno, dude, I haven’t really checked. Maybe eighteen.”

Suguru crosses his legs in hopes of concealing his own member’s growing erection. “You’re huge.”

“I try, y’know?”

Suguru chuckles under his breath. “So… I can touch it, right?”

“I gave you the go ahead.” Satoru cocks his head. “What, you scared?”

“Of your fucking twenty centimeter monster cock? Maybe.” He grabs the base of it. It’s hot and almost slicked up with sweat. Satoru whines a bit at the touch.

“Dude. Holy fuck. I literally just touched it.”

“I’ve never been touched by someone else before!” Satoru protests.

“Me either,” he hisses. “You better get your act straight or I’m not gonna jerk you to completion.”

“N-No! Please, Suguru!”

Suguru’s hand wraps around the base of Satoru’s cock. He starts off nice and gentle, easing Satoru into it.

“Fuck, dude, it feels so good when you do it.”

“If you bust a nut on my hand and floor I’ll fucking kill you,” Suguru threatens.

“It’ll be hard not to…”

Suguru goes slow. Sensually, rhythmically, like he does on himself. Lots of carefully considered pleasure, which makes Satoru shudder and pant and squirm.

“O-Oh, yeah baby, so good, that’s—“ Satoru throws his head back and lets out a moan.

“You’re so loud, Satoru, quiet down…”

“N-Not even—fuck—my fault, dude. You’re staring at me all sexily with those beautiful ass brown eyes of yours…”

“O-Oh… Um. Thanks, I guess? Not sure if I’m supposed to take that as a compliment.”

“You’re so hot,” Satoru grunts. “Can I touch you?”

He nods a small nod.

“How big are you?” Satoru asks, while dipping his fingers under the waistline of Suguru’s boxer briefs.

“Sixteen point five. Yours looks bigger than mine, so you probably actually are eighteen centimeters or some fucking bullshit.” Suguru’s mouth waters slightly at the thought of the other’s cock, which is quite embarrassing. Which is actually extra embarrassing considering Suguru’s got that very same dick in his hand.

Satoru frees Suguru’s cock from its confines. He mumbles out words of praise as Satoru starts to pump his shaft. Satoru only gets more intense from there on out.

Satoru goes a little bit faster than Suguru usually does, but fuck, it’s good. He builds up speed, pumping it, until he swirls around the sensitive tip. Suguru lets an unrestrained, pleasured groan slip out his lips. Satoru stares at him.

“Fuck, I forgot you were here, Satoru.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot, can I—”

“—Satoru! Suguru! It’s time to go,” Dad calls from downstairs.

The two boys, with their hands still on each other’s cocks, exchange a glance.

Saturday, 30th of April

“It’s real pretty here,” Satoru says, balancing along the banks of the Ohara river.

The day is overcast, and it had been drizzling slightly earlier. Suguru’s parents have nothing planned for today, so the two teens had taken the opportunity to take a stroll along the river. Mom had given them matching bentos to eat, suggesting a picnic. Suguru’s of the opinion that a picnic might just be a little too romantic and gay to do with Satoru, but whatever, Satoru seemed really down for it.

“Careful!” Suguru chides. “You might slip and bust your ass!”

Satoru blows a raspberry at Suguru.

“Come get your bento,” Suguru calls. “It’ll go bad.”

“Fine!”

Satoru rushes from the shore to the blanket Suguru’d brought from home and laid out. He lounges next to Suguru, resting his head against Suguru’s hip. He’s silent as he eats; a rarity, Suguru can tell there’s something eating away at Satoru’s brain.

“You’re usually not this quiet.”

Satoru rises, pushing himself up with his hands. “Got something on my mind.”

“Spill?”

“Um. Uh. I. Uhm.” His eyes flick down. “S-Suguru… have you ever, um, k-kissed anyone?”

“N-No…” He scrutinizes Satoru’s lips. His top lip has a prominent cupid’s bow, while his bottom is plump. His mouth is quite wide. There’s still a bit of rice stuck on Satoru’s bottom lip, a bit of seaweed stuck in his teeth. He wipes the rice off with a thumb. “You still, ah, had some food. On your mouth.”

“Oh.” Satoru blinks at the other’s hand. “Thanks.”

“H-Has Satoru ever kissed anyone?”

“No.” Satoru looks away, face pink. He licks his teeth nervously.

“Well.”

“Um.”

Suguru leans forward, tawny brown eyes lost in entrancing royal blue. When their chests press together, he can feel Satoru’s heart thumping quickly and loudly in his chest.

“Could I…”

Satoru nods, his bangs brushing up and down against Suguru’s forehead. “Um. Yeah.”

His long hands wrap around Suguru’s head, holding it steady and parallel to him. Suguru tilts his head, connecting the two boys’ lips.

His first kiss is like, everything he’d ever imagined and yet nothing like anything he pictured at all. Satoru kisses back the instant Suguru’s lips touch his. He tilts Suguru’s head down, pulling it closer to him, their hearts synced and fluttering.

Satoru’s mouth is warm and tastes like the tea they’d had during breakfast, but Satoru’s cup was sweeter than Suguru’s tea had been.

He pushes Satoru over, landing on the pebbly shore. They roll around, lips interlocked and soaking wet with their shared spit. Suguru’s head bumps softly against the rock Satoru had been standing on earlier, and with their lips still connected, he stands up to better embrace the other. Satoru reciprocates the hug, holding Suguru close to his chest.

He feels like he’s on top of the world. Like he’s a regular teenager instead of a weirdo sorcerer teen.

They pull away from another, lightly panting and still holding close together. Satoru’s eyes are tenderly looking into Suguru’s. His heartbeat, like Satoru’s, is strong and rhythmic, harmonized with Satoru’s like they’re synchronized to the same metronome. Their foreheads bump together, their noses touch.

Satoru smiles against Suguru’s soft grin. Suguru can feel Satoru’s cute little snaggleteeth on his lip.

Suguru leans in for another soft peck. He steps forward—

Crack.

He and Satoru stare at one another.

That can’t be good.

“Crap!” Suguru loses his balance and the two tumble into the river, Suguru taking Satoru with him. Satoru twists them to the side so that he falls in first, Suguru landing on top.

“Shit, now my butt’s all mushy!”

Suguru laughs. Satoru only looks back at the other with wide eyes. Shit, Suguru’s begun laughing so hard that his stomach hurts. Satoru stares at him, sopping wet and covered in grains of sand, but he starts to crack a smile.

“Hey! No fair! I’m all soaked, but you barely got wet…”

Suguru cocks his head, grinning. “Ha-ha.”

While Suguru’s completely distracted by his laughing fit, Satoru takes the chance to dunk him further in the water, pushing him by the shoulders. His shirt is as soaked as Satoru’s is now.

“You douche!” Suguru yells as he kicks water at Satoru, barely able to control his giggling.

“I don’t have a swimsuit! You’ve got home field advantage!”

“Do I look like I’m wearing a swimsuit right now?”

“Fair point.”

Suguru laughs at Satoru’s defeated face. “Hey, Satoru. If you were so desperate to get me wet, whispering sweet nothings in my ear would have done the trick, Satoru.”

Satoru starts hyperventilating, a dumb goofy grin on his face.

“You’re gonna get me hard, Suguru!”

Suguru grins as kicks some more river water at the other. “Have you considered that might be what I want?”

Satoru responds with his own splash of water.

The rock they’d previously been standing on is broken in half, one side still on the banks of the river, while the other half is laying cracked side up in the water.

“Dumbass rock!” Satoru sends a big splash to the shore.

“Yeah!” Suguru grins. “Fuck you, rock!”

They laugh until their ribs start hurting and their stomachs start cramping. Then, they sit lazily on the shore, watching the fish pass by, watching the ebbing of the water.

Their lips are quick to find each other again, kissing is becoming oh so much more familiar now.

They hold each other, pressed against one another. Satoru’s thighs touch Suguru’s, Satoru’s side touches Suguru’s. Suguru tilts his head, halfway asking for a kiss. Satoru quickly reciprocates the action.

“H-How did we make it to third base without kissing first?”

“We’re kissing now,” Satoru mutters against Suguru’s lips. “Who cares if we’re unconventional?”

“Damn right.”

Satoru’s mouth opens, his tongue prying Suguru’s lips open as well. Their tongues touch and it almost scares Suguru at first, but Satoru’s warm tongue becomes as familiar with Suguru’s mouth as Suguru is with Satoru as a whole.

“We really should wash off when we get back to your house,” pants Satoru.

“We… um. We have limited water, so… we should bathe together. To save. Um. Water.” Heat rises to his cheeks. He glances up at Satoru’s rosy face.

Satoru wordlessly nods, fixated on Suguru’s crimson face. “Uh, yeah. Water. Saving it. And the planet, and shit.”

“Yeah.” He looks back at Satoru’s lips. Still pretty. Still slightly red and puffy from kissing them so intensely during their makeout session.

The two minute walk back to Suguru’s house is spent huddling together for warmth. Suguru hadn’t thought to bring towels, just the picnic blanket. It’s not like he anticipated falling into the river. So he and Satoru are wrapped in the small blanket together, though it doesn’t do much good. They’re both over 180cm, after all.

Despite Suguru having more body mass than the taller yet lankier Satoru, he finds himself shivering. Satoru wraps an arm around Suguru, tugging him close.

The door is unlocked, and Suguru’s mom greets them quietly, still concentrated on doing her own thing.

They climb up the stairs, shivering on their way to Suguru’s bathroom.

When they strip off their drenched clothes, Suguru does his best to not look at Satoru’s cock or anything. If he were to get hard in the same room as a naked Satoru, he’d genuinely never hear the end of it. He notices that Satoru is less lean than Suguru thought he was, in fact, he’s quite built and muscular. It makes sense, though, because he’s trained much more than Suguru ever has.

They climb into the bathtub—it’s a lot smaller than Suguru remembers. Suguru first, then he helps Satoru in. Their knees knock together as they try to find a comfortable position.

“You’ve got so many shampoos,” murmurs Satoru, glancing around the bathroom. “Is that how your hair stays so beautiful?”

“Yeah. T-Thanks.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “It took a while to find out what works for my hair.”

“You gotta teach me, dude, I feel like my hair’s a total mess.” He combs through his own damp hair with his long spindly fingers.

“I’ll help,” Suguru starts, “But you oughta know your hair’s already pretty as it is. It’s fluffier than I could ever get it. Really cute, I think.”

“I kinda just roll out of bed and go on with my day,” Satoru murmurs. “It’s just a slightly decent looking bedhead. Not anything cool or fancy-schmancy like yours.”

“It suits you, though.”

“Thanks.” Satoru leans forward as best as he can in the tub. A small smile spreads on his pretty lips. “You too.”

It isn’t gay. It isn’t gay. It isn’t gay. It’s just like going to a bathhouse. It’s not anything erotic. Two friends absurdly close to one another in a cramped bath tub—remarkably not gay. It’s, like, the least gay thing ever. Ignore the fact that they kissed earlier today. Ignore the fact that they’ve slept in the same twin sized bed for the past three days. Ignore the fact that Suguru keeps sneaking peeks at Satoru’s… genitalia. Cock. Balls. Shaft. Nuts. Dick. Sack. Whatever. It’s definitely not like Suguru’s looking at it through the clear, warm bathwater. He’s definitely, uh. Not mesmerized by his friend’s many prominent veins and his cute pink tip. Not at all. Nope. Never. Nuh-uh.

“Could I wash your hair, Suguru?” Satoru cuts through the silence of Suguru’s overthinking.

“Yeah, let me just turn around,” he mumbles.

“I can do it facing you, Suguru, I don’t mind.”

Suguru bites his lip. Looks down. Fuck. Eye contact with Satoru’s cock. Looks up. Satoru’s chest. Looks even higher. Satoru’s pink face.

“I like looking at you,” the other boy mumbles under his breath, squirting the closest shampoo bottle onto the palm of his hand. He lathers it a bit, putting it on Suguru’s scalp.

It smells lovely. Cherry blossom scented, if Suguru remembers right.

“You’re quite a sight to behold,” Satoru hums, continuing to work the shampoo into Suguru’s scalp. “Suguru is so pretty.”

“You’re not bad looking yourself, Satoru.”

Satoru lets out an amused huff through his nostrils. “Really? I thought you’d taken the mantle of best looking first year.”

His adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows nervously. “You’re so… stop. You’re flattering me. I look so average.”

“Nah, Suguru’s too pretty to be saying that.”

He cups Satoru’s face. Satoru looks a bit startled, his fingers are still deep in Suguru’s thick locks.

“I’ll wash yours, too.”

“Oh, o-okay.”

Suguru’s never really washed hair this short before, but he assumes he gets the hang of it, and seems like it’s going well; Satoru’s face is utterly blissful, and gorgeous, to boot. Satoru’s eyes are serenely closed, his white eyelashes fluttering, and his nose is breathing in and out softly. His lips are cute and pink and a bit bitten, still.

“Hey, Satoru.”

He cracks an eye open. “Yeah?”

“Don’t tell my parents we kissed, please.”

“No, yeah, I wasn’t planning to.”

“We should do it again though,” Suguru requests quietly.

“For sure.” Satoru cracks a smile. “You have plenty of water, don’t you?”

“What?”

“You said you guys had limited water.”

“Did I?” Suguru teases. “I don’t recall.”

“Fuck you, bro.” Satoru’s face flushes and he looks away.

Even after they’re done bathing, Suguru tries his best (and sorta fails) to not look at Satoru’s naked body. It’s hotter than the guys in his magazines. Satoru is so ridiculously hot that Suguru doesn’t even know what to do with himself. Jerk off to the mental image of his closest friend naked? Kiss him again? Forget any of this ever happened?

“Suguru!”

“Yeah, Momma?”

“Ask Satoru-san what he wants for dinner,” Mom calls out.

Satoru dries his hair with Suguru’s towel. “Is your mom calling me? I heard my name.”

“She’s making dinner. What’re you feeling?”

“I’unno, what about you?”

Suguru shakes his head. “You’re our guest, man, you decide.”

“Uh, udon. Bukkake. I guess.”

“Suguru!” His father yells from downstairs. “Feed the cats, they’re bothering!”

Satoru’s eyes widen at Suguru. “You have cats?”

“Kinda?”

Satoru leans closer. “And you didn’t show them to me?”

“They’re just strays,” replies Suguru, descending the stairs. “Not ours.”

“That’s still cool,” Satoru pesters, following Suguru down. “I wish I had pets. You’re so lucky.”

“They’re all nuisances. And they’re spoiled rotten, so they barely even kill mice.”

“Aw, I bet they’re cute,” giggles Satoru.

“In a way.” He instructs Satoru to grab a can of cat food from the counter, while he grabs the cat bowls.

The screen door shuts behind the two boys, and the light from inside illuminates the bamboo grove next to Suguru’s house slightly.

“They all like to hide in the bamboo sometimes.” Suguru scoops out the rest of the food in the can, placing it in the bowl.

At the sound of the metal spoon clinking against the porcelain cat bowl, four cats come padding out of the grove of thick bamboo.

“That one’s Lupin,” he points to the tuxedo stray, his nose stuck in the bowl already. “Fujiko is the one with orange and brown spots. Goemon is the gray one with a white belly. This one,” he giggles as the tabby cat brushes up against his leg, “is Jigen.”

“Cute names,” Satoru squeaks, as Lupin attempts to climb into his lap, digging his sharp claws into Satoru’s jeans. “Did you name them yourself?”

He shakes his head. “My mom. She was born in, like, 1958, so she grew up with Lupin the Third.”

“I’ve never seen Rupan the Third,” replies Satoru.

Suguru smirks. “You say it so cute, Satoru.”

Satoru blushes and scratches Lupin’s chin. “How are you meant to say it?”

“Lupan. Lu-pan. With an L. It’s French.”

“Rupan. Llrrrupan.” Satoru throws his hands up in frustration. “Ugh, you’re better than I am.”

“You’ve almost got it.” His hand brushes against Satoru’s as they both reach down to pet the cats. Satoru looks up into Suguru’s eyes. His baby blues twinkle for a second or two before he whips his head back to face Lupin.

“I, ah, struggle. With Western languages,” Satoru blushes, gaze still down at the tuxedo cat. “I’m better at Chinese and Korean.”

“That’s cool. I didn’t know you spoke them. Teach me a word or two, no?”

“Um. Lánsè. It means blue. Hóngsè means red. That’s Chinese.” Satoru scratches behind Lupin’s ear. “Muhahan is how you say my technique in Korean. Kinda similar to how it’s said in Japanese, I guess.”

“See, you can say L.” He smiles at Satoru. “Try it again. But with the L sound from Lánsè.”

“…Lupan?”

“Yeah, you got it. Lupin.”

“Lupin.”

“Yup.”

“Huh. Lupin.” Satoru hums. “Guess you learn something new every day.”

“Yeah.”

Suguru’s mom soon calls them in for dinner. Bukkake udon, as Satoru had requested earlier. Satoru dotes on Mom’s dishes, saying it might be the best udon he’s ever tasted. Suguru’s mother is very pleased.

Sunday, 1st of May

The ceiling fan whirrs as Suguru lays in bed. He looks straight up at the ceiling, like he’s locked in a state of sleep paralysis. It’s definitely past midnight by now. Satoru snores gently next to him. The very cause of Suguru’s insomnia rests soundly on the bed next to him.

It’s hard not to admit it now. It’s been getting harder and harder by the minute.

Suguru is really, really, disastrously into Satoru.

Suguru had been so terrified, two or three months ago. Back when he’d first moved out to Tokyo and had to meet the spoiled, arrogant, stupidly powerful clan kid. And when he found out that kid was Satoru, exactly Suguru’s type Satoru, ridiculously and inhumanly pretty Satoru, funny and charming Satoru.

The semester started a month later, and Suguru began to fear the possibility of being outed.

He wasn’t very slick about being attracted to Satoru. Like, he found himself dying of laughter at every single stupid joke Satoru made. He complimented the other boy’s sparring techniques and felt his heart soar when Satoru shot him a big, goofy smile. He let the other boy sleep on a futon in his room when Satoru got lonely.

And now that had progressed, somehow, into laying rock hard next to a sleeping Satoru.

“Satoru… Are you, um, awake?”

Satoru grunts as he rolls over in bed. His forearm smacks Suguru’s chest. “Whuh?”

“I can’t sleep,” murmurs Suguru.

Satoru shifts so that their faces are fully facing one another. He lets out a big yawn. He’s super cute when he does that.

“You good?” Satoru slurs, voice deep with sleep.

“I’ll be fine,” Suguru squeaks.

Satoru smacks his lips and his head falls gently back onto the pillow.

Suguru tugs Satoru’s body closer to his. His clothed, sensitive dick brushes against the side of Satoru’s thigh. He swallows thickly, hoping for the life of him that Satoru doesn’t take notice.

Satoru doesn’t seem to mind the other’s arms wrapping around him. In fact, he almost leans into Suguru’s embrace, once again softly breathing.

“Thanks for coming to Hasegawa with me, Satoru. It means a lot.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” smiles Satoru.

“I’m really glad I invited you, actually. It’s fun having friends to do shit with. I’ve had fun doing all the stuff I wanted to do as a kid.”

Satoru’s face snuggles into the crook of  Suguru’s sweaty neck, holding him close. “Fuck, your voice is so hot, I’m gonna get an insta-boner…”

“P-Pardon?”

“You heard me,” Satoru hums sleepily, eyes still closed. “You’re gonna get me hard if you keep talking like that.”

Satoru’s leg lifts up and lands on Suguru’s thighs, spreading across them. Which would be okay in any other world or any other timeline, but Suguru is very hard and Satoru’s knee is very much on his dick.

Suguru lets out a soft whine, which makes Satoru open his eyes slightly.

“Hm?”

“Wh-What?”

“I, uh, thought you said something, Suguru.”

“N-No,” he grumbles, trying to ignore Satoru’s long limbs laying on top of him. Their tangled arms and legs. Satoru’s warm body. It’s—oh, fuck, exhilarating pressure in his groin—Suguru can feel himself growing harder by the second. He struggles to hold back a pleasured gasp. His teeth poke into his lip. Shit.

“Are you okay?” Satoru leans up in bed. “You look red, did you catch a cold? Shit, I knew I should’ve let you have the entire blanket today. Here, let me touch your forehead, maybe you’ve got a fever—”

Satoru lifts his hand up to touch Suguru’s head, but Suguru takes the other boy’s hand and intertwines his fingers in it.

“O-Oh. Hey.”

“I’m okay,” Suguru grunts out.

“You don’t look okay.”

“I want to cuddle with Satoru,” he mumbles.

He wraps his toned arms around Suguru, Suguru shifts so that he’s more on Satoru’s body. His head rests on Satoru’s huge chest. A hand of his goes up next to Suguru’s face, resting on Satoru’s pecs.

“You’re heavy, Suguru,” the boy under Suguru mumbles. “I reckon you’re more muscular than I am.”

“I doubt it,” his voice shakes while speaking.

“Such defined muscles, though…”

The praise goes straight to Suguru’s dick. This time, Satoru notices the hot bulge in Suguru’s sleep shorts.

“Woah. Hey.”

“Sorry,” Suguru forces out.

“Should we… take care of that?”

Suguru can only whimper in response. Fuck, he’s so hard it hurts. He needs Satoru. He needs Satoru’s touch. Needs it needs it needs it needsitneedsitneedsit—

“What should I do, baby? What can I do to help you?”

“F-Fuck me,” Suguru gasps out, hands on Satoru’s wide and toned chest. “Fuck me, Gojo Satoru.”

Satoru bites his lip as he looks Suguru up and down. His eyes seem to glitter, almost, when staring at Suguru, though his bewildered tone betrays his true feelings “Suguru?! What the fuck do you mean?”

“Please,” Suguru lowers his voice. “I need you.”

Satoru blushes and yanks the pillow from the other side of Suguru’s bed. He covers his face, and Suguru can hear Satoru’s labored, heavy breathing into the fabric of the pillowcase.

“This has to be a dream,” Satoru whimpers into the pillow. “There’s no way this is happening to me. This can’t be real. This seriously can’t be real. It can’t possibly be real life.”

Suguru recoils, observing and taking in Satoru’s panic.

“H-Hey, if I read this all wrong, just ignore me, Satoru.” He bites his lip, holding back subtly stinging tears. His pulse is so intensely fast. Suguru’s eyes just can’t meet Satoru’s. “I’ll just… I dunno, I’ll just fuck a sock, or something. Sorry to bother you. I’ll… I can leave if you’d like. Sorry about making this so fucking awkward. Just… You can take my bed and I’ll maybe sleep on the futon—”

“No!” Satoru grabs ahold of Suguru’s shoulders, clutching him tightly. His blue irises are intense as they are in battle. He himself looks startled by his strong hold on Suguru.

Suguru tenses up, ready for the worst.

“I’m, fuck—” Satoru groans. “This is the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

Satoru’s mouth gets uncomfortably close to Suguru’s neck. He feels Satoru’s hot breathing on his skin. Fuck.

He positions his head so that his and Satoru’s lips are almost touching. Just barely over each other. Centimeters away.

“Can I?” Suguru breathes.

“Please,” Satoru pleads in reply.

Their lips interlock again, like they had been only a few hours ago. It’s second nature to them by now.

They pull away, both breathing heavily. Satoru’s eyes are half lidded and his pupils are so dilated that you can barely tell he has blue eyes.

“Y-You want me, um, in you? Or the other way around?”

“You in me.”

“We, uh, don’t have lube, we always need lube, that’s how anal works—”

“You’ve watched porn, what do they use?”

“I don’t know!”

“My god, Satoru’s useless.”

“No, I’m not!” He leans in to Suguru’s face, his eyes big and looking softly at him. “Don’t say that, Suguru, it hurts coming from Suguru…”

Suguru kisses the tip of Satoru’s nose as he rises. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go raid my bathroom. Stay here, okay?”

Satoru nods eagerly. Like a good boy, he stays there for Suguru.

Suguru returns with a bottle of aloe vera gel. It was the only lube-ish thing he could find after going through all his cabinets, aside from toothpaste. And he certainly didn’t want to put that shit in his ass. No way.

“Do we need condoms?”

“They don’t have them in BL. Besides, if we’re each other’s first, then who cares?”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“Here,” Suguru bends over, shorts down to his knees. “Put it on the hole.”

Satoru screeches. “G-Go use a bidet, first! I’m not getting shit on me! Fuck no!”

Suguru rolls his eyes, and douches with the bidet in his bathroom, at Satoru’s insistence.  For five whole minutes, he’s in there, ensuring Satoru doesn’t get the ick and decide he doesn’t want to have sex. He wipes the excess water off his legs with a discarded towel someone (probably Satoru) had left on the floor after their bath.

“Finally!” Satoru grins up at him as Suguru makes his way back to the bed. He stares Suguru up and down. “You have such a pretty dick, Suguru.”

He kisses Satoru’s lips lightly. Satoru holds him gently, pulling the two boys down to the bed together.

Satoru positions Suguru so that he’s on his back, and he lifts his hips gently with a pillow or rolled up towel, not like Suguru can tell.

Satoru puts lube on himself and the rim of Suguru’s hole, The tip of Satoru’s cock head goes in. Suguru flinches at the sensation, it’s nothing like his fingers.

“Suguru’s kinda loose!” Satoru teases. “Did you open yourself up for me, baby?”

“N-No…”

“You’ve fucked yourself like this before, huh?”

“Yeah—” Suguru squeaks. “At school. I have, fuck, lube. In my drawer.”

“So naughty,” Satoru purrs in Suguru’s ear. “Some model student you are.”

Suguru gasps loudly. The tip of Satoru’s dick is out of his ass again, and he grabs Satoru’s wrist. “Baby, Satoru baby, put it back in, please, Satoru…”

“Shit, really? Um. Okay. You tell me when to go and stop and stuff. You’re the boss, okay?”

Suguru nods furiously, hearing his loose hair shuffling around on his bed.

Satoru aligns his tip with Suguru’s hole again. It penetrates his ass again, going in somewhat smoother now.

“More.”

Satoru slowly moves his hips forward. Suguru writhes and convulses as he feels himself get stretched out. His own dick aches, red and hot and ignored.

“M-More,” he moans.

Satoru takes in a deep breath as he gives it one final go.

Fuck.

Suguru can barely think straight. Satoru is all that’s on his mind. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru is in him. Satoru is so hot. Satoru loves him.

Satoru is so fucking big. He feels Satoru’s shaft and tip stretch his insides, like, significantly.

“Shit, Suguru, I’m so deep in you, it’s like you were built to take me whole, baby.”

“A-Agh, Satoruuu,” Suguru wails, hands clenching the bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles are going pale. “It huuurts.”

“You’re taking me so well, baby…”

Suguru lets out a distinct yelp of pain before somewhat regaining his composure. “W-where’d you learn to speak like that, Satoru?”

“Porn.”

“H-Holy. Fu-uhck—” Suguru throws his head back. His back arches as he lets out a breathy moan, Satoru’s cock digging deeper into him. Suguru tries his hardest to bite back the moans crawling out from his throat, but when Satoru rolls his hips and his tip hits what Suguru can only imagine is his own prostate (if he’s to believe the innumerable amount of smutty BL manga he’s read in the past), he can barely control his mouth. Strings of curse words flow out of his mouth.

Satoru pants. “Y-You’re so hot…”

Suguru screams out Satoru’s name, and Satoru quickly covers his mouth with his clammy hands.

“Quiet down! If your parents find us, man, we’re so fucking dead.”

“S-Satoru,” he whines, hot tears stinging his eyes and rolling down the sides of his face. “Agh—”

“Oh, fuck, yeah baby, keep saying my name,” Satoru moans out, completely disregarding his own advice from seconds prior. “Fuck, you’re so unbelievably hot. I need to be in you forever and ever, Suguru…”

“Satoru… Oh, Sah-Satoru,” Suguru moans. “You’re so big, baby.”

Satoru recoils, taken off guard. “Th-thanks?”

Suguru leans his head back as Satoru caresses his hips with his hands. He rubs small circles into Suguru’s hip crease.

“S-Suguru feels so good inside,” whimpers Satoru, as he slowly pushes more into Suguru’s hole. “So soft but so tight.” He goes deeper. Hits Suguru’s G-spot once more. “I’m seriously about to nut everywhere.”

“Agh, Satoru, can I k-kiss you again after this?” He yelps as Satoru pushes in deeper once again.

“Fuck, yes p-please.” He struggles to pronounce the syllables, slurring them together so that it doesn’t even sound like he’s saying ‘tanomu yo,’ just some garbled nonsense that sounds vaguely like it. His eyes are scrunched shut and his pearly white teeth are biting his soft pink lips.

He takes Suguru’s cock, pumping it like he did the other day. He plays with the tip of it, thumb pushing down on the glands, teasingly.

“So pretty, baby, I love it,” Satoru purrs. “So much.”

Suguru lets out small, quiet sobs. It feels so overwhelmingly good. He’s so… in tune with Satoru, one could say. Like he and Satoru are the same entity.

“Suguru, I love you so much. I love you and your—fuck—your pretty hole and gorgeous face and sexy dick. Fuck, Suguru, I need you so bad.”

He lets out small sniffles, trying to wipe the tears and snot dribbling down his face. “Oh, Satoru,” he croons. “My love.”

“Fuck,” pants Satoru, “I c— fu-uhck—I’m cumming, Suguru… Ah—Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—”

Suguru’s cock leaks pathetically on his lower stomach, he can feel the warm fluids hit his skin. “Oh, my love, you did so well, baby...”

Suguru can feel a surge of pressure in his anus, then Satoru begins to tremble, culminating in him pulling out and flopping on the bed.

“Hey... Can you call me that again?”

“My love?”

“Fuck,” Satoru grunts. “I love you.”

They’re both sitting up in the now messy and unmade bed. Suguru’s legs are crossed, still trembling slightly. He shifts awkwardly, trying to avoid the uncomfortable soreness up his anus and trying his very best to stop Satoru’s semen from escaping his raw ass. Satoru, on the other hand, he’s sitting there with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees. He does his best to avoid Suguru’s eye contact.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” Satoru whimpers out.

There’s a silence. Thick and uncomfortable. Pain pulses in Suguru’s ass. No. Less pain, more discomfort, like a sharp soreness. He feels his own ejaculate, drying on his stomach.

“What was that?”

“What? Having sex?”

“Yeah, Satoru, obviously. What the fuck else would I be talking about?”

“Well…” Satoru scratches his face, eyes downcast as he ponders what the fuck just happened between them. “Y-You started it, so I don’t really know.”

“You fucked me!” Suguru hisses, face red hot. “You nut in me! And I liked it!”

Satoru looks up, eyes aglow and a smile already starting to spread across his lips. “R-Really?”

“Shit.” Suguru nods sheepishly, picking at the uneven skin around his nails. “I think so.”

“Good,” hums Satoru. “’Cause that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Yeah,” Suguru agrees quietly. “Have you… ever…? Y’know.”

“No, I haven’t done this before, if that’s what you’re asking, Suguru.”

“Fuck.” Suguru blushes, pushing away his sweaty bangs. “Me too. I haven’t… I’m a virgin. Well, not anymore. Duh. You were my first.”

“Same here.” Satoru is blushing, too. Stammering his words out, also. “I-I uh, I think that was hot. I really liked that, Suguru, can we do it again?”

“I mean, not today, my ass hurts like a bitch.” He twirls his now sweaty hair shyly. “But, uh, I would want to do more…”

Satoru tugs his legs closer to his body. “Sorry. Should I draw a bath for you? Would that help soothe you?”

“I don’t know jack about aftercare, but that seems like a start, Satoru.”

“Okay.” Satoru kisses his forehead as he rises, gently and tenderly, the opposite of the lewd, wet, passionate kisses from just minutes before.

Suguru’s heart flutters.

Monday, 2nd of May - Hachijū-hachiya 

“Suguru.” His father has his arms crossed, his tone low and cold. “Are you and Satoru-san together? Be honest.”

Suguru can only stare at the older man.

“Suguru, tell us, please,” his mother pleads.

Satoru isn’t awake yet. Surely, he can’t be. They’d spent all night entangled in each other, Satoru fucking Suguru’s hole and mouth until both boys were completely drained, just like the previous night. Satoru’s a heavy sleeper anyways, Suguru’s come to find that out in the past few days. Not Suguru, though. He’d woken up to Satoru shifting in the night, to Satoru’s soft sleep talking, to pain in his literal ass, pulsing and sore from all the impassioned fucking they’d done just a few hours prior.

“There are so many nice girls here, Suguru, nice Kimitsu city girls. Why not ask one of them out?”

He and Satoru have been acting more like lovers than friends since, well, maybe when they jerked one another off, maybe when they made out for the first time. Who knows? Their legs, instead of playing footsie, they curl around each other’s at the breakfast table. He catches Satoru staring at him when he thinks Suguru isn’t looking, and Suguru often catches himself doing the same exact thing.

Maybe Satoru is better than a girl, he finds himself thinking angrily. Maybe Suguru is better than a girl in Satoru’s mind, too.

“Suguru, baby, just tell us you aren’t with that boy. I know you wouldn’t disappoint us like that, Suguru…” Dad’s voice waivers. “I didn’t raise an okama.”

Suguru’s head raises, sobs crawl up his throat, but stay lodged in there.

That word. That fucking word again. That terrible, evil fucking word. The word he’d grown up hearing for being a slightly feminine kid. A kid that only the girls played with, who the other boys stayed away from. The word that Suguru’s parents had ‘accidentally’ used almost daily since he was thirteen and started really experimenting with his style and questioning who he was.

He begins to rise. His parents exchange a worried glance, then reach out towards Suguru, both starting to say stuff over one another, but he races up the stairs and locks the door as fast as he can. White fluffy hair lifts up off the pillows and turns around, Satoru’s content and sleepy face now turned towards Suguru.

Tuesday, 3rd of May - Constitutional Memorial Day

They’re standing in an empty part of the Donki in Kisarazu that Satoru had found on a map. They’d gone all the way here by bus just to buy lube, so they’d finally leave Suguru’s precious aloe alone.

“I think I liked you when I first saw you. Like, maybe instantly.” Satoru rocks back and forth on his feet, hands shoved in his jeans pockets, although considering they’re sorta skinny jeans and Satoru’s hands are quite large, it looks a bit awkward. He stares blankly at the aisles of products, in a corner of the store where nobody can see the two boys. “I knew then and there, back in mid or late March, that that was the type of person I wanted to marry. You, I mean. You’re the type of person I want to marry.”

“Is that you proposing, Satoru?” Suguru hums amusedly, joking. “In the middle of a Donki? Take me out to dinner first, at the very least.”

“I mean, I’d be down. You’ve got a great family, I’d love to join it.”

“Satoru,” Suguru mumbles out, “My parents… they’re old fashioned, you know? They think… people like us aren’t supposed to be together. They already don’t like the fact I’m a sorcerer, but me being… y’know, gay and stuff, they’d totally hate my guts.”

“Why don’t you, like, I dunno, make them accept you?”

“It’s different, Satoru. I’m just a kid. I’m not a future clan head. What my parents think about my romantic interests, what they believe in, I just can’t change that. I can’t force that.”

Satoru opens his mouth to speak, but clamps it shut, eyes downcast. Suguru hopes that it makes sense to Satoru. Despite his perverted behavior, Satoru seems to be rather naïve when it comes to all this romance stuff. Or, well, gay stuff, really. It’s not like Suguru 100% loves being into men, but at the same time he certainly doesn’t hate it; it just comes with its own set of complications. Complications with his parents and outward society. Lamentably, Satoru likely doesn’t understand. Satoru’s sheltered. He gets that being a homosexual is frowned upon, but not the extent to which people hate those like them. Like Satoru and Suguru.

“That makes sense,” Satoru mumbles monotonously, his shoulders slumped and attitude changed. He rubs his arm idly. “I just… I really liked you a lot, okay, Suguru? I was sure you thought the same about me, but… you can’t really argue with your parents, can you?”

“Satoru…” He puts his hands on Satoru’s biceps. “I still like you. Like, like-like. We can date, hell, we can even marry, but… my parents just wouldn’t approve, okay? I’m sure yours wouldn’t either. That’s just the way things go.”

“I don’t… have. Parents.” Satoru utters. “I know they’re still alive, but I’ve never met them. The clan says—no, my grandpa—he says I’m meant to focus on honing my abilities. Between studying Ancient Japanese and Chinese and Korean accounts about Jujutsu and Buddhism and Shinto and my technique, and battle training, the elders said I have no time for relationships. Familial or romantic or otherwise. They told me that they’d find a good, ladylike wife for me, a powerful woman that I could sire a powerful heir with. I don’t want that, Suguru, I want you! I don’t care if you’re a boy. I don’t care about what my family thinks. I just… I need you, okay? I think I love you.”

There’s a pregnant pause. A lapse in the conversation. Satoru’s eyes are wide, like he wants to take back his sudden confession. It’s alright, though, Suguru feels the same. Even in these past few days, and the past month and change, Satoru has grown on the Suguru. To the point where Suguru thinks he loves Satoru, too. This past week really cemented it in his brain.

Suguru breaks the silence. “Our situations are both kinda fucked, huh?

“Yeah.” He steps forward to embrace Suguru. His arm inches closer to Suguru’s back, goes under Suguru’s arm, until he’s got his arm wrapped around the broad surface. His hand cups the other’s head.

“But we’re the Strongest,” he says into Satoru’s ear. “Just like you always say. No matter what, we’ve got one another, alright?”

“That’s right,” Satoru says softly. Suguru can practically hear the smile on his face.

“Let’s get out of there, this fucking jingle is gonna drive me crazy.”

Satoru laughs loudly. “Fuck, I’m gonna sing it in your ear when you’re asleep. Don don don, donki—”

Suguru teasingly shoves the other away.

Wednesday, 4th of May - Holiday

There’s a festival going on at the temple in the next town over, so Suguru’s mom drives them up there. Their relationship is still rocky, Suguru hasn’t even been speaking full sentences to her, not since she and his father confronted him about the nature of his relationship with Satoru.

“They’ve gone all out this year,” Mom murmurs to herself. “They’ve got tons of stalls.”

Satoru looks dashing and cute in his rented yukata. Dark blue with small white dragonflies. Suguru’s is the complete opposite, a dandelion yellow with a shippo pattern on it. It’s one of his mom’s old ones, and while it’d been big on her, it’s almost small on him.

She parks the car and the two boys silently bid her goodbye, and the second she’s going back down the road, they’re both speeding off to the nearest yatai stalls.

They meet up in the middle, Satoru holding various cups of karaage with some taiyaki in his mouth, and Suguru holding sweets like dango and melonpan, and a potato croquette.

Satoru seems to be struggling with carrying so many things, so Suguru takes the cups of karaage. Satoru finishes his taiyaki in, like, two bites.

“Fuck, bro, where’d you find the dango?” Satoru whines.

Suguru holds it up to the other’s mouth. “You can have it, I got it for you.”

“Oh, sweet!” Satoru takes a bite. “Fankth, Thururu.”

Suguru chuckles.

They walk around the festival, hand in hand, playing the games and watching the people go by. Suguru wishes it could always be like this, him content and comfortable at Satoru’s side.

Thursday, 5th of May - Children's Day

They park near Suguru’s cousins house. On the way there, they’d seen koinobori fluttering in the wind, and dolls dressed in intricate armor on shrines in town.

Suguru opens the car door for Satoru.

“Ooh, red carpet, how fancy, Suguru.”

He bows teasingly. “Only the best for Gojo Satoru-sama.”

Satoru chortles at that.

Aunt Yukako’s family already put their koinobori up; a black one for Uncle Tsujii, a red one for Aunt Yukako, a blue one for Suguru’s cousin Hiroto, and an orange one for Hiroto’s little sister Asako.

Uncle Tsujii greets them at the door, with Asako standing beside her father.

Suguru’s dad greets him. “Tsujii, been a while, hasn’t it? This is Suguru’s friend Satoru, he’s joining us this year.”

Satoru gives a small, uncharacteristically shy wave.

Auntie Yukako serves the two boys a plate of mochi, filled with red bean paste and wrapped with a decorative oak leaf. She also gives them a few rice dumplings wrapped in bamboo leaves. Satoru eats them in one go and asks for seconds.

Suguru takes Satoru to meet his grandmother. She’s getting up there in age, and Suguru’s seen her change from a lively and rambunctious woman to a frail and grumpy old lady. She’d apparently changed significantly after her husband’s death when Suguru was around three.

“Hi, Obaachan. This is my friend Satoru.”

“Obanawa-san, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Suguru’s friend.”

Suguru’s grandmother squints at Satoru. “You’re from that Jujutsu place, no?”

Satoru blinks. “U-Uh, yeah?”

“They say people go crazy after going to learn there.”

“I’m, um, not sure of the validity of that statement,” Satoru laughs awkwardly. “But rest assured, Suguru’s doing alright.”

“Keep my Suguru safe, then, Satoru-san.”

He nods. “I will. Trust me. I’ll be, like, his lucky charm.”

Obaachan lets out a chuckle.

Suguru gifts Hiroto and Asako his old gogatsu ningyo, his decorative samurai doll from when he was little and still celebrated Children’s Day.

“Suguru! Suguru!” His cousin Hiroto, who’s probably right about eight by now, tugs on Suguru’s baggy jeans. “Suguru, I need your help!”

Suguru bends down to meet Hiroto at eye level. “What’s up?”

“It’s a monster! An ugly, ugly monster! And it’s in my closet! Grandma says you beat monsters up! Can you help me please, onii-chan?”

He bites his lip. Curse that chatty Obaachan of his.

Something peeks out from behind Hiroto’s back, nestled in the neck of his yukata. Suguru and Satoru exchange a glance.

“Tell Satoru and I more about the monster, okay?”

Almost as if it senses it’s being talked about, a curse slithers out of the neck of Hiroto’s yukata. An ugly thing, a cross between an eel and a wolf, of all things.

“Sometimes I start feeling really, really weird, like the monster’s on my shoulders! Or around my neck!” Which, yeah, it is. Like, quite literally. “And sometimes I feel like it’s watching me from the closet when I’m sleeping! Asako says she doesn’t see it but I do!”

Satoru flicks a tiny Blue at it, while Suguru readies himself to convert it into an orb. Hiroto blinks a few times, and the procedure is done.

“You okay now, Hiro-chan?”

Hiroto nods. He rubs the back of his neck, confusion on his face. “’s all better…”

“Great.” Satoru ruffles the kid’s hair. “Thanks for telling us about the monster, kiddo!” He looks to Suguru, lowering his voice. “Light work.”

Suguru takes the ball in his hand. Stares at the remnants of the curse that had been bothering his baby cousin. His own cousin! When he exorcised other Cursed Spirits, it didn’t even seem real. Something foreign. Like, there was no way they could affect anyone he knew. But… his own cousin?

For a second there, Suguru had almost forgotten all about Jujutsu Tech, and the two boys’ shared role as the Strongest.

For a brief second, he was just Geto Suguru; Geto Suguru who’s a high schooler with a crush on a hot classmate, Geto Suguru who likes collecting manga and decorating his room, Geto Suguru who just had his first kiss, Geto Suguru who lost his virginity, Geto Suguru who gorged himself on festival foods.

It’s only been a month and change at Jujutsu Tech. Still, he doesn’t know what to make of the Jujutsu world. Satoru’s much more knowledgeable about it, anyone would be if they grew up in it, but Suguru? He’s got no clue what’s really happening, usually. Even Shoko knows more than he does. He wishes he could live a simpler life, with Satoru by his side.

Maybe high school will go okay. Maybe they won’t join the statistic of dead teenage Jujutsu sorcerers.

And maybe, one day, he and Satoru could settle down together, maybe in the country side away from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, and, well, who knows, they could forget all about Jujutsu and just be together,  date one another, maybe raise a few kids. (No! Suguru’s brain shouts at his heart, Too far! Too gay!)

Suguru tosses the curse ball to Satoru. “It can’t be more than a Grade 3.”

Satoru inspects the opaque glasslike ball in his hand. “I haven’t seen one up close before.”

“They’re really nothing special. Just kinda gross, really.”

“But Suguru’s technique is so cool. You’re telling me there’s a Cursed Spirit in there?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Imma try swallowing it like you do.”

He rolls his eyes. “Good luck, it’s hard even for me.”

Satoru’s teeth clink against the glasslike surface of the Cursed Spirit orb. He recoils and makes a face, like he tasted something sour.

“S-Satoru, don’t bite into it!”

He licks it experimentally, and then recoils again.

“It tastes like nothing,” he says, “Like glass and dust.”

“You don’t… taste it? Like, at all?”

Satoru shrugs, looking at Suguru. “Nah.”

“Good for you, Satoru,” he mumbles. Maybe Satoru will never understand certain parts of Suguru.

Friday, 6th of May

“So, Suguru, do you… like boys?”

It’s been a few days since Satoru took his virginity. A few days since Suguru first jerked off another boy and touched someone else’s cock. A few days since he had his first kiss, with a boy. He’s liked boys for as long as he can remember; it’s always been something shameful, something hidden from the outside world, something for him and him alone. But now… looking at Satoru… maybe he can share that piece of himself with somebody he loves.

“Yeah.”

“So, one could ascertain that you like gay porno—”

Satoru nurses a black eye on the train ride back home to Jujutsu Tech.