[ suguru draws him closer, and satoru goes easily. melting against the lines of the other boy's body like it's something he was born knowing how to do, like the trick of fitting together is etched as deep inside him as his cursed technique. he throws an arm over suguru as the other boy curls into him, traces his fingertips up and down the broad plane of his back. ]
Okay. [ like it's easy, because it is. choosing suguru is the easiest thing in the world. ] Then we're not doing it.
[ having (freakishly) long arms comes with all kinds of benefits! like the way he can lean just a little and swat at the place suguru keeps his phone plugged in and charging on the desk next to his bed. then he's dragging it closer, unlocking it, squinting when the brightness of the screen washes over him, and tapping out something rapidly before suguru even gets the chance to protest.
after that? powering it off and tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder in the general direction of the bed. ] There. We're both off for the rest of the week. Won't kill 'em to sort out their own problems for a few days.
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Okay. [ like it's easy, because it is. choosing suguru is the easiest thing in the world. ] Then we're not doing it.
[ having (freakishly) long arms comes with all kinds of benefits! like the way he can lean just a little and swat at the place suguru keeps his phone plugged in and charging on the desk next to his bed. then he's dragging it closer, unlocking it, squinting when the brightness of the screen washes over him, and tapping out something rapidly before suguru even gets the chance to protest.
after that? powering it off and tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder in the general direction of the bed. ] There. We're both off for the rest of the week. Won't kill 'em to sort out their own problems for a few days.