[ Satoru insists on always sleeping together. He's clingy, and they've both always been greedy for each other's time and attention, so it was a habit they almost immediately fell into. Once they wake, Satoru trails along with him to breakfast, lingering in Suguru's space while he cooks and sometimes handing him things or helping to stir. He stays within reach, or leans on Suguru's shoulder, hugs his arms around Suguru's waist. For the most part, his hands don't stray while they're in public, but he still touches Suguru like he's starved for it. When they're together, he barely takes notice of anyone around them, attention fixed wholly on Suguru.
After breakfast, they tend to go their own way. Even the two of them can't stay eternally in each other's space. Maybe once they might have tried, given the opportunity. As adults, they know that they both need some things that are theirs alone. Satoru knows that Suguru needs a few secrets, needs whatever weird enrichment he gets out of his association with Silco. Satoru has his students, and he needs to wander, to poke his nose into new things, and twice a week to actually show up and do his job as a part time astrophysicist at a Tokyo university lab.
If he wants a day with Suguru, it's agreed in advance. If Satoru needs to fight without holding back, he'll take Suguru out to find some kaiju. Just like the first time they went out, Satoru's careful to never go out out alone unless he has a very specific goal or limit. Fighting the kaiju bothers him. Curses back home were either actively malevolent or suffering, often both, and that made it easy to kill them without compunction. The kaiju mostly seem like dumb animals. Satoru dislikes slaughtering them and dislikes leaving the corpses to rot. He's accepted the need for this, for several reasons, but he has to dampen his empathy in order to do so, and that runs the risk of him getting lost in the violence and bloodlust, turning him into a killing machine. Suguru can pull him back from that.
No matter how he's spent the day, he usually gravitates back to Suguru for dinner, expecting to be fed and then curling up next to Suguru to spend the evening reading or playing video games.
Today, though he's offered up no specific plans, he expects Suguru to have blocked the time out for him because he said that there was something he wanted to tell Suguru on Sunday, wanting to wait in order to give a 'grace period'. After they finish breakfast, Satoru leads the way without a word back to Suguru's room, toes off his boots, and takes a seat on the bed. He bends one knee up, hugging his arms loosely around it, and forwards Suguru the conversation with Hikaru, including the parts that Hikaru sent as a private text interaction.
( The funny thing is he'd not actually been all that worried about what Satoru might tell him. If it were life and death he'd been certain there would be no deadline, and everything else feels ... not insignificant, but manageable. Still, Sunday rolls around and he doesn't push. He lets Satoru invade his space and he lets him lead him back and he takes a seat at the desk and doesn't say anything while the conversation is forwarded.
Nor does he speak while he reads it, but there's an ever so slight tick in his jaw as he works through, brows knitting. It isn't something he didn't already know, Megumi had already told him he believed Hikaru was "a curse inhabiting a human's body". Maybe Suguru should have mentioned it to Satoru by now, but he'd assumed they would have spoken.
That and it isn't his place to intervene. People confess to him, he keeps their secrets.
The silence stretches, Suguru lets out a breath, leans back in his chair, looks at the blank ceiling. )
All right, first and foremost, I'm not going to eat him. ( His mouth twists on eat, almost repulsed by it. ) I already knew he wasn't human. Though at the time it was conjecture, or thereabouts. Megumi spoke to me about it. He asked my opinion. I told him I didn't like it, but it wasn't my choice. If I had thought there was a real concern I would have told you about it, but Megumi can be -.
( A pause. )
We talk, sometimes. It's fragile. I figured it would be better to protect what little honesty he had.
( There's guilt for that, it's clear as day. Satoru is what accounts for a father, and Suguru continues to betray him. If someone did this to him he'd be furious. And yet. )
[ Satoru's glad for the pause, the tension, the internal struggle. Even if it takes a different shape from his own, if what processes through Suguru's head goes down different paths for different reasons, he's glad to see his own reaction mirrored in his friend. He'd struggled with this revelation, but had still chosen to accept it. He expects the same from Suguru. ]
I thought he was something like Yuta. That all that strange energy was connected to the boy, not ...
[ He can't find words to shape it. Doesn't want to try. It's one of the reasons he just sent Suguru the conversation rather than trying to recap it. ]
It threw me for a nasty loop, that confession. I wanted to accept the boy--entity, or whatever he is--and wanted to help him.
Even though neither of us have actually lived through what we're told happened with your body, it's still ...
It still took me a few minutes to be willing to accept that thing.
[ ... And sometimes Suguru's reactions are more volatile than his own. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure. ]
Why are you all tense about Megumi? [ He can't quite fathom why he would be upset about this, but Suguru's looking weirdly guilty. ] He threw an absolute fit at me for refusing to let him control all information and decisions regarding the situation. I told him that you, me, and Hikaru should all be allowed to make our own decisions. That's what we fought so hard about.
( It repulses him in a way he's not sure he could explain were he asked. Most days he wishes he didn't know about Kenjaku. It had been a bomb thrown down by a Satoru that does not remember igniting it. That something used him like that to hurt someone he loved. That he was the only reason why it could. It makes him sick. But it is not about him. )
It doesn't sound like that here. ( In the conversation Satoru had, anyway. Hikaru sounds like a boy. Lost, and a little unsure, and also fathomlessly strange. ) And I don't know if I believe it.
( There was another question there. It is easier to focus on. He tilts his head sideways to look at Satoru. )
Your students tell me things. Things you'd probably want to know, only they're teenagers so if I tell that will be it. I know it's not my place. I know I don't have the right to it, and I don't actively enjoy withholding information from you. ( The anti-suicide pact does not actually have a real name, and yet it is something he and Megumi have agreed on. ) But I think about how different it could have been had you or I an adult we could have spoken to, so I just let it happen. Even if I'm unfit for it.
( It is an active minefield most days. He lifts a hand, rubs at his eyebrow. )
I was going to find the boy anyway. Megumi told me at Christmas, and then we had our mission. But it was on the list. I wouldn't have left it.
It is your place. And you do have the right. You earned it. [ His voice is firm and certain on that, stating these things as facts. ] That was the first thing I learned in this place, Suguru, the first thing you told me. That my students would vouch for you, because you had earned that.
You keep talking like you're just a temporary babysitter. Like you haven't made yourself a central figure in their lives. Like you're not my partner.
[ His smile, amused and fond, says you're an idiot. ]
I trust you to keep their secrets. I trust your judgement on whatever you choose to do with whatever information they give you.
We should reach out to Hikaru and Megumi to let them know you're not going to eat or exorcise Hikaru. [ He smirks, amused. He'd been almost certain it wouldn't be an issue, but he'd still chosen to roll the dice. If Suguru had chosen that Hikaru had to die, Satoru wouldn't have done anything to prevent it other than expressing some concern about potential punishment from LILITH.
He hadn't stood in the way of Suguru's fight with Yuta, either. He could have left Panda and Inumaki fighting curses in Shinjuku and gone to face down Suguru himself. Maybe he should have.
But Satoru's nature was such that he'd believed it was Yuta's right to face the challenge himself. ] Do you want to do that or should I?
He lifts his gaze back to the ceiling but there's that tell-tale old blush blooming. If his shoulders start inching towards his ears at the sincerity then Satoru better mind his own business. )
It's different now. You're actively working with them. I was just trying to fill the void a little. ( Considering how he blames himself for the way Satoru was before, it was the least he could do. ) But fine, fine, I'm not going to stop. Even if they all make questionable romantic decisions.
( Like the ghost kisser. )
I want to talk to Hikaru myself. In person. But you can tell them I'm not going to harm him.
It's different now, yes, but that doesn't mean that you need to step back. You're still caring for them, feeding them, listening to them.
You're not secondary. You don't need my approval or permission.
Dumbass. [ The blush is cute, though. Satoru's enjoying it. ]
You take Hikaru, then. I won't text him. He can wait. [ He's accepted the outcome will be whatever it is, and said that he chose to trust Suguru. Satoru's proud of him for that, and Satoru's not the type to soften any blows. Hikaru can wait an extra hour or two to find out his fate. ] I'll update Megumi-chan.
( It's almost too much. It makes him realise how things could have been had he stayed. Would he have wanted to teach? Maybe. He would have tried to be there for the children regardless of that fact. It almost feels like a waste.
He's here now though. )
Shut up.
( Fine, he'll message Hikaru. After he levels Satoru with a look. Do not speak the b-word in his presence. )
Absolutely not. Because we don't need a guest list. ( He plans to pretend it isn't happening just like last year. Also he has one ( 1 ) whole friend and the rest are children. ) Don't even think about it, Satoru.
So, Silco, yes? We can put him in a little party hat. [ Completely ignoring that look, bright and cheery as he bulls forward. ] The four teenagers from our world ... and their boyfriends? Or our teens only?
We're thinking just something low-key, like my birthday. Anyone else you want present?
( He lifts something - a pen he'd been using the other day - hurls it at Satoru's chest. )
If you think Silco will let you do that you better make sure you have infinity up. ( He does not want his friend to stab his boyfriend, that would be a shitty birthday. ) I really don't think he'd come. He doesn't understand sentimental holidays. I think he wanted to kill me for sending him a Christmas present last year. Actually, don't invite him, I'll just make him give me free booze another day. You can come pick me up after.
( He really does not want a birthday party. He'll feel itchy the whole time. Satoru had been different because Satoru deserved to see how much he was loved.
Still, he makes a noise. There's no stopping it. The least he can do is make it busy enough that they'll all be distracted. )
If you must then yes, the boyfriends. You might want to offer Okkotsu that too. Don't tell him I said anything. ( He doesn't want to be responsible for hurt feelings, and so he blinks very innocently ) But if we're gathering all your sons then I want Shoto. Todoroki Shoto. It's time he meets everyone else. He made me that - ( He points to the metal spider lily that had appeared in his room after Christmas, sharp edges very funny to Geto's sensibilities. ) - and he's been kind. I'd like for them to all get along.
[ Satoru catches the pen by activating Red and Blue both on his palm, letting it hover in front of him, captured in mid-air. ]
I'd better not tell him you said anything. [ Satoru's brows lift at this new information. ] I had no idea Yuta had a romantic interest. You're gonna be in so much trouble if he ever finds out you spilled the beans.
All right, I'll obtain Todoroki-kun but allow Uncle to roam free and unhindered. The image of him in a party hat will live only in my mind.
Having a crowd will be nice. Especially since this is for them, not for us.
[ It is for Suguru to know that he's loved, that's important, but even so, Satoru's pretty sure that they'd both rather spend every holiday like they spent Christmas: together, somewhere they won't be bothered, pretending like the day has no particular significance and the only reason they happen to have cake is because of Satoru's perpetual sweet tooth.
This is for the boys to know that they are safe, things are stable, their guardians are happy and they know they're loved. ]
It would just be nice. In case he did have someone.
( This bullshitter. )
You wouldn't throw me under the bus now, would you Satoru? His spectral girlfriend is always quick to go for me. ( She is not, and the one time she did he was deserving. It's skirting around the things they don't like to discuss though. ) Ai, all right. This time. Yuji was upset I didn't tell them last year. But after I want to go back to our room and not think about it. Maybe you can pour the sake directly into my mouth while looking pretty.
( He hums, thoughtful. )
Are you really going to teach Indo-san to punch you? He said he was going to get strong enough to.
[ Satoru keeps his brows up at him, holding the staring contest for a few seconds before he cracks and grins. ] I'm sure I can find an innocent way to phrase the suggestion.
What should I be wearing while I pour sake into your mouth? Any requests? French maid outfit? Princess Leia-style loincloth? I can feed you grapes too.
We call the dead one Indo-san. Or I'm going to, anyway, for my own damn sanity. This one is Hikaru-kun.
I have no idea what Hikaru-kun can do. I don't know what he is. My concerns are mostly around the thing he said about when it 'gets bad' he stays in his room so he won't kill anyone. I doubt I promised to let him punch me, more like I challenged him to get strong enough to try or something. This would be back when I first met him, when I thought he was just a kid with crazy cursed energy levels and I was only half-interested in giving him some jujutsu lessons. Priorities have changed.
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If you're desperate to wear a skirt, Satoru, then don't let me stop you.
( It's playful, tongue-in-cheek. He listens to the rest of it more seriously, nods once. )
That makes sense. I'll remember to use Hikaru. ( The dead one. His lips purse, then he lets it go. ) All right, another student. I'll find out if it's another mouth to feed or not. We'll see. Are there any other worries? Are you frightened I might start gnawing on the other Outsiders too?
Loincloth isn't a skirt, loincloths are very manly. Very caveman. But, like, silk. And glamorous. Do you not have any weird fetishes? Ooh, what about catboy? I'd be cute.
Anyway, no, you said you were on a diet and like you said, you haven't eaten Choso. I was more worried about you eradicating the ... entity, really, if you ... [ As he thinks about this he finds he doesn't actually have a particularly clear hypothetical situation that sounds at all likely. ] I don't even know what I was worried about, Suguru. It was more like, just ... it gave me a really bad shock.
And on occasion you have been known to ... react dramatically to things that upset you.
You've had several shocks these last few weeks. Do you want to talk about it yet? I don't mind talking about loincloth too, but I'd like to help if you need it.
Pah, no, I'm fine. Megumi should probably go to therapy, I think he would benefit from talking to someone but I'm planning to continue repressing my trauma and instead focus on important things like cake and interrogating my boyfriend for his weird fetishes. Come on, no weird fetishes? It's your birthday. You can make requests.
[ In search of immediate distraction, Satoru gets off the bed and goes in search of any candy stashed around the room. ]
I've never thought about it. Not loincloths, I don't think. ( He did once buy a knife from Muramasa with the intent to cattily threaten to stab Satoru with it, but he doesn't think that would work in this instance. He was being an asshole at the time. ) Do you want to wear one?
Hm. [ Satoru considers whether he brought this up out of his own desires, and is surprised that he has to think about it. ]
No. [ Tentatively. ] Hm.
[ He sits down again with a bag of peach rings and chews on one as he thinks. ]
No. [ More confident this time. ] What I want is the game. [ He gestures decisively with a peach ring. ] The playfulness. Wearing something like that would be funny. It would let me tease and flirt, particularly if it was something you were into. That's what I'm really after. Just one more way to tease and flirt and play together with you.
( It isn't much of a confession, he knows Satoru is probably aware of it. )
I think I'd like dressing up. I like when you look at me. ( Lazily he flicks his hair over his shoulder, affects coy, long eyelashes sweeping. ) So I understand the sentiment, but it doesn't have to be any particular outfit for me to want to watch you. If you wanted to wear a costume, I'd find it appealing. I like that part the most. Providing something you have a craving for.
( He's less sure of what he likes himself beyond that. Largely uninterested without Satoru to stoke the flames. )
Figured I'd dress up for your birthday. [ Satoru flashes him a grin, leaves him to wonder exactly what he has in mind for this. Decent enough to be around the children, certainly. ]
I'll think about the rest of it. We've already kind of discussed that we can just ... try things. See what we like. I haven't had a lot of sex, so I never got into anything all that creative.
Might try that collar, though. Since we both like it when you get a little possessive. And I think you do like the power of making me behave, especially since you're the only one who can. [ He smirks, all heat and challenge. ]
[ Satoru goes still with a peach ring halfway to his open mouth. His cheeks flood with color and he blinks twice in the face of that smile, interested chills prickling over his back.
Eyes tracking every one of Suguru's movements, the flex of his muscles under fabric as he stretches, Satoru hesitates briefly at the question and then nods. He manages to close his mouth, but the hand with the peach ring is still uplifted, forgotten. ]
Only for you. [ Blushing, indignant, and yet still utterly entranced.
He nods again, clears his throat, and manages to verbalize his request. ] Yeah. Collar. Loop at the front you can hook your finger through. Maybe a leash, I’m less certain about that.
I’ll pick something up for your birthday. Unless you want to go shopping for it together.
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action, also some handwaved CR
After breakfast, they tend to go their own way. Even the two of them can't stay eternally in each other's space. Maybe once they might have tried, given the opportunity. As adults, they know that they both need some things that are theirs alone. Satoru knows that Suguru needs a few secrets, needs whatever weird enrichment he gets out of his association with Silco. Satoru has his students, and he needs to wander, to poke his nose into new things, and twice a week to actually show up and do his job as a part time astrophysicist at a Tokyo university lab.
If he wants a day with Suguru, it's agreed in advance. If Satoru needs to fight without holding back, he'll take Suguru out to find some kaiju. Just like the first time they went out, Satoru's careful to never go out out alone unless he has a very specific goal or limit. Fighting the kaiju bothers him. Curses back home were either actively malevolent or suffering, often both, and that made it easy to kill them without compunction. The kaiju mostly seem like dumb animals. Satoru dislikes slaughtering them and dislikes leaving the corpses to rot. He's accepted the need for this, for several reasons, but he has to dampen his empathy in order to do so, and that runs the risk of him getting lost in the violence and bloodlust, turning him into a killing machine. Suguru can pull him back from that.
No matter how he's spent the day, he usually gravitates back to Suguru for dinner, expecting to be fed and then curling up next to Suguru to spend the evening reading or playing video games.
Today, though he's offered up no specific plans, he expects Suguru to have blocked the time out for him because he said that there was something he wanted to tell Suguru on Sunday, wanting to wait in order to give a 'grace period'. After they finish breakfast, Satoru leads the way without a word back to Suguru's room, toes off his boots, and takes a seat on the bed. He bends one knee up, hugging his arms loosely around it, and forwards Suguru the conversation with Hikaru, including the parts that Hikaru sent as a private text interaction.
Then he waits for Suguru to read and process. ]
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Nor does he speak while he reads it, but there's an ever so slight tick in his jaw as he works through, brows knitting. It isn't something he didn't already know, Megumi had already told him he believed Hikaru was "a curse inhabiting a human's body". Maybe Suguru should have mentioned it to Satoru by now, but he'd assumed they would have spoken.
That and it isn't his place to intervene. People confess to him, he keeps their secrets.
The silence stretches, Suguru lets out a breath, leans back in his chair, looks at the blank ceiling. )
All right, first and foremost, I'm not going to eat him. ( His mouth twists on eat, almost repulsed by it. ) I already knew he wasn't human. Though at the time it was conjecture, or thereabouts. Megumi spoke to me about it. He asked my opinion. I told him I didn't like it, but it wasn't my choice. If I had thought there was a real concern I would have told you about it, but Megumi can be -.
( A pause. )
We talk, sometimes. It's fragile. I figured it would be better to protect what little honesty he had.
( There's guilt for that, it's clear as day. Satoru is what accounts for a father, and Suguru continues to betray him. If someone did this to him he'd be furious. And yet. )
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I thought he was something like Yuta. That all that strange energy was connected to the boy, not ...
[ He can't find words to shape it. Doesn't want to try. It's one of the reasons he just sent Suguru the conversation rather than trying to recap it. ]
It threw me for a nasty loop, that confession. I wanted to accept the boy--entity, or whatever he is--and wanted to help him.
Even though neither of us have actually lived through what we're told happened with your body, it's still ...
It still took me a few minutes to be willing to accept that thing.
[ ... And sometimes Suguru's reactions are more volatile than his own. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure. ]
Why are you all tense about Megumi? [ He can't quite fathom why he would be upset about this, but Suguru's looking weirdly guilty. ] He threw an absolute fit at me for refusing to let him control all information and decisions regarding the situation. I told him that you, me, and Hikaru should all be allowed to make our own decisions. That's what we fought so hard about.
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( It repulses him in a way he's not sure he could explain were he asked. Most days he wishes he didn't know about Kenjaku. It had been a bomb thrown down by a Satoru that does not remember igniting it. That something used him like that to hurt someone he loved. That he was the only reason why it could. It makes him sick. But it is not about him. )
It doesn't sound like that here. ( In the conversation Satoru had, anyway. Hikaru sounds like a boy. Lost, and a little unsure, and also fathomlessly strange. ) And I don't know if I believe it.
( There was another question there. It is easier to focus on. He tilts his head sideways to look at Satoru. )
Your students tell me things. Things you'd probably want to know, only they're teenagers so if I tell that will be it. I know it's not my place. I know I don't have the right to it, and I don't actively enjoy withholding information from you. ( The anti-suicide pact does not actually have a real name, and yet it is something he and Megumi have agreed on. ) But I think about how different it could have been had you or I an adult we could have spoken to, so I just let it happen. Even if I'm unfit for it.
( It is an active minefield most days. He lifts a hand, rubs at his eyebrow. )
I was going to find the boy anyway. Megumi told me at Christmas, and then we had our mission. But it was on the list. I wouldn't have left it.
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You keep talking like you're just a temporary babysitter. Like you haven't made yourself a central figure in their lives. Like you're not my partner.
[ His smile, amused and fond, says you're an idiot. ]
I trust you to keep their secrets. I trust your judgement on whatever you choose to do with whatever information they give you.
We should reach out to Hikaru and Megumi to let them know you're not going to eat or exorcise Hikaru. [ He smirks, amused. He'd been almost certain it wouldn't be an issue, but he'd still chosen to roll the dice. If Suguru had chosen that Hikaru had to die, Satoru wouldn't have done anything to prevent it other than expressing some concern about potential punishment from LILITH.
He hadn't stood in the way of Suguru's fight with Yuta, either. He could have left Panda and Inumaki fighting curses in Shinjuku and gone to face down Suguru himself. Maybe he should have.
But Satoru's nature was such that he'd believed it was Yuta's right to face the challenge himself. ] Do you want to do that or should I?
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He lifts his gaze back to the ceiling but there's that tell-tale old blush blooming. If his shoulders start inching towards his ears at the sincerity then Satoru better mind his own business. )
It's different now. You're actively working with them. I was just trying to fill the void a little. ( Considering how he blames himself for the way Satoru was before, it was the least he could do. ) But fine, fine, I'm not going to stop. Even if they all make questionable romantic decisions.
( Like the ghost kisser. )
I want to talk to Hikaru myself. In person. But you can tell them I'm not going to harm him.
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You're not secondary. You don't need my approval or permission.
Dumbass. [ The blush is cute, though. Satoru's enjoying it. ]
You take Hikaru, then. I won't text him. He can wait. [ He's accepted the outcome will be whatever it is, and said that he chose to trust Suguru. Satoru's proud of him for that, and Satoru's not the type to soften any blows. Hikaru can wait an extra hour or two to find out his fate. ] I'll update Megumi-chan.
Let's talk guest list for your birthday.
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He's here now though. )
Shut up.
( Fine, he'll message Hikaru. After he levels Satoru with a look. Do not speak the b-word in his presence. )
Absolutely not. Because we don't need a guest list. ( He plans to pretend it isn't happening just like last year. Also he has one ( 1 ) whole friend and the rest are children. ) Don't even think about it, Satoru.
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We're thinking just something low-key, like my birthday. Anyone else you want present?
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If you think Silco will let you do that you better make sure you have infinity up. ( He does not want his friend to stab his boyfriend, that would be a shitty birthday. ) I really don't think he'd come. He doesn't understand sentimental holidays. I think he wanted to kill me for sending him a Christmas present last year. Actually, don't invite him, I'll just make him give me free booze another day. You can come pick me up after.
( He really does not want a birthday party. He'll feel itchy the whole time. Satoru had been different because Satoru deserved to see how much he was loved.
Still, he makes a noise. There's no stopping it. The least he can do is make it busy enough that they'll all be distracted. )
If you must then yes, the boyfriends. You might want to offer Okkotsu that too. Don't tell him I said anything. ( He doesn't want to be responsible for hurt feelings, and so he blinks very innocently ) But if we're gathering all your sons then I want Shoto. Todoroki Shoto. It's time he meets everyone else. He made me that - ( He points to the metal spider lily that had appeared in his room after Christmas, sharp edges very funny to Geto's sensibilities. ) - and he's been kind. I'd like for them to all get along.
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I'd better not tell him you said anything. [ Satoru's brows lift at this new information. ] I had no idea Yuta had a romantic interest. You're gonna be in so much trouble if he ever finds out you spilled the beans.
All right, I'll obtain Todoroki-kun but allow Uncle to roam free and unhindered. The image of him in a party hat will live only in my mind.
Having a crowd will be nice. Especially since this is for them, not for us.
[ It is for Suguru to know that he's loved, that's important, but even so, Satoru's pretty sure that they'd both rather spend every holiday like they spent Christmas: together, somewhere they won't be bothered, pretending like the day has no particular significance and the only reason they happen to have cake is because of Satoru's perpetual sweet tooth.
This is for the boys to know that they are safe, things are stable, their guardians are happy and they know they're loved. ]
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It would just be nice. In case he did have someone.
( This bullshitter. )
You wouldn't throw me under the bus now, would you Satoru? His spectral girlfriend is always quick to go for me. ( She is not, and the one time she did he was deserving. It's skirting around the things they don't like to discuss though. ) Ai, all right. This time. Yuji was upset I didn't tell them last year. But after I want to go back to our room and not think about it. Maybe you can pour the sake directly into my mouth while looking pretty.
( He hums, thoughtful. )
Are you really going to teach Indo-san to punch you? He said he was going to get strong enough to.
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What should I be wearing while I pour sake into your mouth? Any requests? French maid outfit? Princess Leia-style loincloth? I can feed you grapes too.
We call the dead one Indo-san. Or I'm going to, anyway, for my own damn sanity. This one is Hikaru-kun.
I have no idea what Hikaru-kun can do. I don't know what he is. My concerns are mostly around the thing he said about when it 'gets bad' he stays in his room so he won't kill anyone. I doubt I promised to let him punch me, more like I challenged him to get strong enough to try or something. This would be back when I first met him, when I thought he was just a kid with crazy cursed energy levels and I was only half-interested in giving him some jujutsu lessons. Priorities have changed.
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( It's playful, tongue-in-cheek. He listens to the rest of it more seriously, nods once. )
That makes sense. I'll remember to use Hikaru. ( The dead one. His lips purse, then he lets it go. ) All right, another student. I'll find out if it's another mouth to feed or not. We'll see. Are there any other worries? Are you frightened I might start gnawing on the other Outsiders too?
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Anyway, no, you said you were on a diet and like you said, you haven't eaten Choso. I was more worried about you eradicating the ... entity, really, if you ... [ As he thinks about this he finds he doesn't actually have a particularly clear hypothetical situation that sounds at all likely. ] I don't even know what I was worried about, Suguru. It was more like, just ... it gave me a really bad shock.
And on occasion you have been known to ... react dramatically to things that upset you.
[ Itty bitty wee lil massacre. ]
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Fair.
( And, more carefully. )
You've had several shocks these last few weeks. Do you want to talk about it yet? I don't mind talking about loincloth too, but I'd like to help if you need it.
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[ In search of immediate distraction, Satoru gets off the bed and goes in search of any candy stashed around the room. ]
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( Like he's about to fall headlong into a trap. )
I've never thought about it. Not loincloths, I don't think. ( He did once buy a knife from Muramasa with the intent to cattily threaten to stab Satoru with it, but he doesn't think that would work in this instance. He was being an asshole at the time. ) Do you want to wear one?
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No. [ Tentatively. ] Hm.
[ He sits down again with a bag of peach rings and chews on one as he thinks. ]
No. [ More confident this time. ] What I want is the game. [ He gestures decisively with a peach ring. ] The playfulness. Wearing something like that would be funny. It would let me tease and flirt, particularly if it was something you were into. That's what I'm really after. Just one more way to tease and flirt and play together with you.
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( It isn't much of a confession, he knows Satoru is probably aware of it. )
I think I'd like dressing up. I like when you look at me. ( Lazily he flicks his hair over his shoulder, affects coy, long eyelashes sweeping. ) So I understand the sentiment, but it doesn't have to be any particular outfit for me to want to watch you. If you wanted to wear a costume, I'd find it appealing. I like that part the most. Providing something you have a craving for.
( He's less sure of what he likes himself beyond that. Largely uninterested without Satoru to stoke the flames. )
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I'll think about the rest of it. We've already kind of discussed that we can just ... try things. See what we like. I haven't had a lot of sex, so I never got into anything all that creative.
Might try that collar, though. Since we both like it when you get a little possessive. And I think you do like the power of making me behave, especially since you're the only one who can. [ He smirks, all heat and challenge. ]
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( His smile is bright, a little toothy. )
We can do whatever you like. We have time. ( He stretches, feline and almost lazy. ) So, a collar?
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Eyes tracking every one of Suguru's movements, the flex of his muscles under fabric as he stretches, Satoru hesitates briefly at the question and then nods. He manages to close his mouth, but the hand with the peach ring is still uplifted, forgotten. ]
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You're so easy.
( He likes it a lot. )
Aren't you going to answer?
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He nods again, clears his throat, and manages to verbalize his request. ] Yeah. Collar. Loop at the front you can hook your finger through. Maybe a leash, I’m less certain about that.
I’ll pick something up for your birthday. Unless you want to go shopping for it together.
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