[ Satoru has given no context other than saying he has a date planned after breakfast and that Suguru should wear something that he's comfortable in for being outside, near a beach, but also feels hot and confident wearing.
For Satoru's part, this consists of blue jeans and a white button-up shirt that he has neglected to button up, and he manages to look unfairly fashionable in just something that simple. He swings by Suguru's room twenty minutes after they've finished breakfast, figuring that that's enough time for his boyfriend to get ready. ]
( With such vague instructions he settles for something simple. Dark, loose trousers, a well-fitting t-shirt that synches at the waist, a light jacket thrown over the top. He's even gone so far as to bring a bag like he said he might start last time, filled with whatever he thinks they might need. When he opens the door his smile is pleased, but ever so slightly taunting. )
Showing your abs so early in the morning, Satoru? People might get the wrong idea.
( His eyes crinkle. He's wearing a hint of eyeliner. )
No one's going to see me but you. [ Aside from the people in the hallway right now ...
Satoru hooks an arm around his boyfriend's waist and presses close, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair so he can hungrily look Suguru over. ] You're so hot. [ He studies Suguru from close up, admiring the eyeliner and how it makes his dramatic eyes all the more intense. Reaching out to push the door shut, Satoru squeezes his boyfriend a little closer and then teleports them.
They appear on an empty stretch of coastline, high rocky promontories above a scattering of cozy stretches of beach. Satoru's chosen to arrive at a spot high up on the rocks, prioritizing view over proximity to the sea, and the view is stunning. The sea stretches out to the west in front of them, and the sun is near to setting. ]
( He sounds badly impressed, once the wave of post-teleportation strangeness passes. His hands remain on Satoru's shoulders as he twists to gaze out at the ocean. It feels miles away from home, but that is a comfort in itself. There's no one else around. It is just the two of them and the crash of the waves and Suguru loves him, it hits him squarely. He turns back, face bright and swoops in to kiss him once, quick but fierce. )
I like this romantic side of you.
( He does feel a little guilty that he is never the one to initiate their dates, but then he tries to make up for it elsewhere. )
[ Satoru's cheeks pinken when Suguru calls him romantic and sweet, but his grip only tightens on Suguru's waist, hugging him possessively close. Teleportation is easy for him, as is scouting locations for their dates, so it's not much effort at all to make sure they always have somewhere private and beautiful to go. In his mind, the things Suguru does take far more effort. Suguru keeps him functioning day-to-day and remembers the practicalities. Satoru can manage some grand gestures. ]
I wanted somewhere that we didn't have any pre-existing associations. [ All his favorite romantic spots around Japan feel weighty with memory and tragedy. Most of the time it's easy to ignore that, but sometimes Satoru needs something fresh. ] Hopefully you're not going to tell me about some nasty fight you had with my other self on the California coast.
( He lifts one hand from Satoru's shoulder to stroke the back of his knuckles against his cheek, clearly endeared. ) We'll keep the fighting to a minimum, mm? And if something crawls out of that ocean you can handle it.
Mm, good. [ Satoru beams happily, pleased to get the praise and approval from his boyfriend.
Satoru brought a bag of his own, though really his preparations are minimal. But at least he has a vinyl-backed picnic blanket to lay out in a nice spot where they can enjoy their view. He lets go to take a step back, spreading out his blanket and taking a seat, patting the spot next to him. ] C'mere, sexy. [ His eyes glitter, playful and happily infatuated. ]
I'm just observing undeniable facts, [ Satoru flirts in return, pressing his thigh against Suguru's and grinning at him, not bothering to watch the sunset at all. Watching the light gleaming on Suguru's skin is far more important. ] I'm surprised you're not teasing me for stating the obvious, that you're absolutely stunningly gorgeous.
[ His fingers skate briefly over Suguru's side, tickling for just an instant before leaving off. ] Got you something.
[ Satoru laughs and squirms at the tickling pokes, pressing closer against him as he wiggles away from the touch, as though Suguru's going to protect him from this persecuting finger. ] All right, all right!
[ Giggling for an extra few moments even after Suguru's allowed enough mercy to gather himself, Satoru bumps his head against Suguru's and nuzzles before he reaches into his bag again and draws out a little jewelry box, presenting it upon his palm. It's just a velvet cube, the purpose of it easy enough to guess.
Inside, a pair of rings. Both of them are black jade banded with platinum. ]
If Satoru is paying close enough attention maybe he'll see smoke coming out of Suguru's ears for how hard his brain is working. He wants to pick the right response, and unfortunately it means he's stalled. )
When you couldn't remember you made a show of your bare finger.
I know. [ He certainly remembers everything that happened during that period of amnesia. ] You said that if I wanted a ring I'd have to tell you so when I remembered why.
Got me thinking. [ Suguru can take his own time thinking. Satoru's unconcerned about the intense processing that his boyfriend's apparently going through. ]
Thought about having that conversation. Saying maybe I wanted a ring. Discussing it. Letting you pick something out and compose a romantic gesture.
But I decided there was nothing to discuss. [ He smirks, confident and smug, eyes glittering with challenge for Suguru to try and argue with this. ]
And, of the two of us, you're the one who likes receiving romantic gestures.
Not that I don't appreciate the romance, but that it's all the little, daily, thoughtful bits of care that really do it for me. [ Feeding him, teasing him, making him feel safe and desired. ]
You [ Satoru taps the tip of Suguru's nose ] are a sucker for a grand gesture. And you [ He leans in, smile warm and fond, eyes still sparkling with challenge ] still don't feel secure in knowing that I love you.
[ So it had to be Satoru who got the rings. It had to be Satoru who made the gesture. That was the conclusion he'd arrived at. ]
( He blinks very rapidly. It does nothing to hide the moisture blooming. Satoru has seen him in worse states. Satoru will see him in worse states. )
I know you love me.
( That's the thing he focuses on, because that's something he can protest. He can see it, is the thing. Satoru always looks so pleased, always so relieved. His affection shines out. So Suguru knows.
He just sometimes falters on the why.
After everything he's done, after all the hurt he's caused. He doesn't deserve it. Satoru's love is hard-won, his loyalty pure. Does he tarnish it by being the choice? His hands twitch, his head tips like a bird. He wants to understand and that's good, before he might have simply fled. Though California - maybe Satoru anticipated that. )
Yeah. [ Easy and calm. He still has no fears about this situation going in any direction that he didn't anticipate, even though he did think that Suguru would get on board a little faster than this. ] But you don't feel secure in it.
[ Why should he? Satoru had forgotten him repeatedly, had disappeared from this place. They'd been parted in so many ways. It was hard to believe that they'd get to stay together this time. ]
They mean that you're going to put this on, [ Satoru explained to him, taking the rings out of the little box and putting the box aside, ] and then you're going to start calling me your husband. I think it has a nice sound to it, don't you? [ He reaches for Suguru's hand, fully intending to just go ahead and put one of the rings on him unless Suguru resists. ]
(Husband gets a wet hiccup but still he lets Satoru take his hand. )
I'm wearing eyeliner.
( It might be a little of a non sequitur except it's going to smudge if he cries. And he's probably going to cry. Is, already.
The ring goes on easily though, and Suguru makes another lost noise at that. He'd been working up to it, is the thing. Trying to figure out if he were brave enough to ask. Only to ascertain if it were something Satoru wanted, so he could plan. Of course his partner is a step ahead, and yet at least this time Suguru isn't going to be angry about it. Instead he reaches for the other ring, hands trembling, one reaching for Satoru's matching hand, looking him in the eye as he does so. )
I love you, Satoru.
( There should be more to say, but maybe simple is best. They're together now, that's enough. )
You look very hot with eyeliner on, [ Satoru agrees amenably. He thinks Suguru will look hot even with tear-streaked eyeliner, but he's absolutely going to tease him if that happens.
Letting Suguru put the ring on him, Satoru beams back at his partner, warm and happy, pleased with the results of his plan. ] I love you, Suguru.
[ Once the rings are on, Satoru loops his arms around Suguru's waist, hugging him close and nuzzling their heads together. ] I have absolutely no plan for how we're going to tell the children, though. My inclination is to just say nothing and when they start asking about the rings act like they should already know this, like, what are you talking about of course I'm wearing a wedding ring.
That's exactly the sort of thing I mean. [ He's so glad that Suguru's on board with this plan, which involves trolling the children and doing everything they can to avoid an actual wedding celebration.
Blushing as Suguru cups his face, Satoru looks momentarily shy before his grin returns and he leans in to take that kiss. His arms squeeze tight around Suguru's waist, grateful that his proposal has gone well and Suguru is happy and they're together. They're always going to be together. He's determined. ]
( He tries to pour everything he can't say into the kiss, all the love he holds, the trust, the relief. They've taken a long road to get here, hurt each other in the process, died cowardly. But now here they are. A team. In love.
Married.
His hands slip. One to Satoru's hair, the other back round his waist, holding him gently. He pulls away and his eyes are bright, his mouth still wobbly. He looks happy though. )
Thank you. For being here. For not giving up. I want to love you for the rest of time, Satoru. I want us to be together.
He can't resist, and Satoru has always been the sort to be overwhelmed by having emotions that are too intense to deal with in civilized, sitting-still ways. So he pounces, knocking Suguru down on his back and then rolling so that Suguru's on top. ]
We will. [ He beams up at his husband, unspeakably happy. ] We'll rewrite the fabric of the universe if we've gotta. Nothing's going to tear us apart. [ He knows that neither of them can guarantee that, not really. Things have always been unpredictable.
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For Satoru's part, this consists of blue jeans and a white button-up shirt that he has neglected to button up, and he manages to look unfairly fashionable in just something that simple. He swings by Suguru's room twenty minutes after they've finished breakfast, figuring that that's enough time for his boyfriend to get ready. ]
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Showing your abs so early in the morning, Satoru? People might get the wrong idea.
( His eyes crinkle. He's wearing a hint of eyeliner. )
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Satoru hooks an arm around his boyfriend's waist and presses close, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair so he can hungrily look Suguru over. ] You're so hot. [ He studies Suguru from close up, admiring the eyeliner and how it makes his dramatic eyes all the more intense. Reaching out to push the door shut, Satoru squeezes his boyfriend a little closer and then teleports them.
They appear on an empty stretch of coastline, high rocky promontories above a scattering of cozy stretches of beach. Satoru's chosen to arrive at a spot high up on the rocks, prioritizing view over proximity to the sea, and the view is stunning. The sea stretches out to the west in front of them, and the sun is near to setting. ]
California, [ by way of explanation. ]
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( He sounds badly impressed, once the wave of post-teleportation strangeness passes. His hands remain on Satoru's shoulders as he twists to gaze out at the ocean. It feels miles away from home, but that is a comfort in itself. There's no one else around. It is just the two of them and the crash of the waves and Suguru loves him, it hits him squarely. He turns back, face bright and swoops in to kiss him once, quick but fierce. )
I like this romantic side of you.
( He does feel a little guilty that he is never the one to initiate their dates, but then he tries to make up for it elsewhere. )
It's sweet.
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I wanted somewhere that we didn't have any pre-existing associations. [ All his favorite romantic spots around Japan feel weighty with memory and tragedy. Most of the time it's easy to ignore that, but sometimes Satoru needs something fresh. ] Hopefully you're not going to tell me about some nasty fight you had with my other self on the California coast.
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Nevada, so you're safe.
( He lifts one hand from Satoru's shoulder to stroke the back of his knuckles against his cheek, clearly endeared. ) We'll keep the fighting to a minimum, mm? And if something crawls out of that ocean you can handle it.
( Laughter in his voice, a light tease. )
It looks lovely. You picked well.
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Satoru brought a bag of his own, though really his preparations are minimal. But at least he has a vinyl-backed picnic blanket to lay out in a nice spot where they can enjoy their view. He lets go to take a step back, spreading out his blanket and taking a seat, patting the spot next to him. ] C'mere, sexy. [ His eyes glitter, playful and happily infatuated. ]
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And you're being so complimentary!
( Sly, half turned so he can see his boyfriend's face. )
Not that I'm complaining.
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[ His fingers skate briefly over Suguru's side, tickling for just an instant before leaving off. ] Got you something.
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( The teasing will absolutely still happen. Like now when his eyes narrow ever so slightly. )
A gift too? Should I be concerned, Satoru?
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[ He rolls his eyes and then lifts his chin, turning his gaze out toward the sea. ] But if you don't want it ...
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( His nose scrunches. But then a warm hand slides up Satoru's side, sneaking beneath the open shirt. )
Dote harder then, give me my gift.
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[ His eyes glitter with affection and mischief, happy to draw this out with teasing. ]
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Aren't I pretty? Don't I deserve nice things? ( It's a playful enough purr, he doesn't necessarily believe it. ) I'll be nicer if you do.
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[ Giggling for an extra few moments even after Suguru's allowed enough mercy to gather himself, Satoru bumps his head against Suguru's and nuzzles before he reaches into his bag again and draws out a little jewelry box, presenting it upon his palm. It's just a velvet cube, the purpose of it easy enough to guess.
Inside, a pair of rings. Both of them are black jade banded with platinum. ]
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He stays paused.
If Satoru is paying close enough attention maybe he'll see smoke coming out of Suguru's ears for how hard his brain is working. He wants to pick the right response, and unfortunately it means he's stalled. )
When you couldn't remember you made a show of your bare finger.
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Got me thinking. [ Suguru can take his own time thinking. Satoru's unconcerned about the intense processing that his boyfriend's apparently going through. ]
Thought about having that conversation. Saying maybe I wanted a ring. Discussing it. Letting you pick something out and compose a romantic gesture.
But I decided there was nothing to discuss. [ He smirks, confident and smug, eyes glittering with challenge for Suguru to try and argue with this. ]
And, of the two of us, you're the one who likes receiving romantic gestures.
Not that I don't appreciate the romance, but that it's all the little, daily, thoughtful bits of care that really do it for me. [ Feeding him, teasing him, making him feel safe and desired. ]
You [ Satoru taps the tip of Suguru's nose ] are a sucker for a grand gesture. And you [ He leans in, smile warm and fond, eyes still sparkling with challenge ] still don't feel secure in knowing that I love you.
[ So it had to be Satoru who got the rings. It had to be Satoru who made the gesture. That was the conclusion he'd arrived at. ]
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I know you love me.
( That's the thing he focuses on, because that's something he can protest. He can see it, is the thing. Satoru always looks so pleased, always so relieved. His affection shines out. So Suguru knows.
He just sometimes falters on the why.
After everything he's done, after all the hurt he's caused. He doesn't deserve it. Satoru's love is hard-won, his loyalty pure. Does he tarnish it by being the choice? His hands twitch, his head tips like a bird. He wants to understand and that's good, before he might have simply fled. Though California - maybe Satoru anticipated that. )
What do they mean to you?
( Careful, still navigating. )
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[ Why should he? Satoru had forgotten him repeatedly, had disappeared from this place. They'd been parted in so many ways. It was hard to believe that they'd get to stay together this time. ]
They mean that you're going to put this on, [ Satoru explained to him, taking the rings out of the little box and putting the box aside, ] and then you're going to start calling me your husband. I think it has a nice sound to it, don't you? [ He reaches for Suguru's hand, fully intending to just go ahead and put one of the rings on him unless Suguru resists. ]
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I'm wearing eyeliner.
( It might be a little of a non sequitur except it's going to smudge if he cries. And he's probably going to cry. Is, already.
The ring goes on easily though, and Suguru makes another lost noise at that. He'd been working up to it, is the thing. Trying to figure out if he were brave enough to ask. Only to ascertain if it were something Satoru wanted, so he could plan. Of course his partner is a step ahead, and yet at least this time Suguru isn't going to be angry about it. Instead he reaches for the other ring, hands trembling, one reaching for Satoru's matching hand, looking him in the eye as he does so. )
I love you, Satoru.
( There should be more to say, but maybe simple is best. They're together now, that's enough. )
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Letting Suguru put the ring on him, Satoru beams back at his partner, warm and happy, pleased with the results of his plan. ] I love you, Suguru.
[ Once the rings are on, Satoru loops his arms around Suguru's waist, hugging him close and nuzzling their heads together. ] I have absolutely no plan for how we're going to tell the children, though. My inclination is to just say nothing and when they start asking about the rings act like they should already know this, like, what are you talking about of course I'm wearing a wedding ring.
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( There's no saving him, he'll have to write a letter of commendation to the makeup company for the waterproofing. )
Who's going to notice first? My money is on Megumi. ( A pause. ) Wait, I'm getting distracted.
( He turns better, pulls back only to lift his hands so he can cup Satoru's face in them. )
Aren't we supposed to seal it with a kiss, husband?
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Blushing as Suguru cups his face, Satoru looks momentarily shy before his grin returns and he leans in to take that kiss. His arms squeeze tight around Suguru's waist, grateful that his proposal has gone well and Suguru is happy and they're together. They're always going to be together. He's determined. ]
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Married.
His hands slip. One to Satoru's hair, the other back round his waist, holding him gently. He pulls away and his eyes are bright, his mouth still wobbly. He looks happy though. )
Thank you. For being here. For not giving up. I want to love you for the rest of time, Satoru. I want us to be together.
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He can't resist, and Satoru has always been the sort to be overwhelmed by having emotions that are too intense to deal with in civilized, sitting-still ways. So he pounces, knocking Suguru down on his back and then rolling so that Suguru's on top. ]
We will. [ He beams up at his husband, unspeakably happy. ] We'll rewrite the fabric of the universe if we've gotta. Nothing's going to tear us apart. [ He knows that neither of them can guarantee that, not really. Things have always been unpredictable.
But Satoru's willing to fight god if necessary. ]
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things about to go NSFW in this thread
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i did not get this notif dw why
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