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[ continued from here! ]

Because I need your help.

Oh. With what?

[ that's how you get him, satoru ]

[ bingo. sweet suguru, with his honour and righteousness. ]

i lost my suguru. i need you to help me find him again.

How'd you lose your Suguru?

That's quite odd to say, by the way.

really?

"hey suguru im from the future" isnt the one that registered as weird?

you just started sleeping with yours, right?

Half-thought I was dreaming, so it wasn't too weird. But I'd never dream about you losing your Suguru, or talking about myself like that, so I'm sure it's not a dream.

A few weeks ago, yeah.

are you afraid to see me, suguru?

No. Why would I be?
Where should I meet you?

youre asking plenty of questions
hmmm, meet you at the aquarium?

It's called curiosity, maybe you should learn some.
Are you taking me on a date, Satoru?

maaaaaybe
remember that time we saw this whole school of fish ganging up on another one
and u got upset

Yes. It wasn't that long ago, for me.
The fish didn't deserve that.
Why is that relevant?

it's relevant because we're meeting at the aquarium, right?
also its been awhile
dont be afraid when u see me ok?

Why would I be afraid when I see you?
Satoru, you make no sense.
Are you sure you won't be afraid when you see me?

[ oh, sweet suguru ]

u might hate the second head i grew
ooo suguru thinks he's scary!
why would i be afraid of u

You haven't grown a second head. You'd be twice as obnoxious, and you're actually not as bad as my Satoru.
You've lost your Suguru, so maybe you're afraid of seeing one again.

hehehe maybe ♥

[ not at all; but really, people should be afraid of the things satoru wants to do to him. ]

is your satoru so bad? i can take u away

[ like he'd ever be afraid of that ]

You should know what he's like, since he's you. You're him? Something like that.
I love him, even if he is annoying.

how nice
do you love me, suguru?

[ somewhere in the distance, baby!satoru sneezes obnoxiously into his parfait ]

Edited 2023-08-07 14:56 (UTC)

Of course I do.
There isn't a world where I don't love Satoru.

[ oh, he shouldn't have let you go. ]
is that so?
whys that

Are you fishing for compliments, Satoru? Or simply unsure why I love you?

[ more the latter, really ]

of course im fishing for compliments from suguru!
dearest suguru gives the best toe-curling ones, such a charmer 🥰😘❤❤❤❤❤

[ satoru, you're so obvious. or maybe suguru just knows him well enough to judge what he really wants, even this older, sadder satoru. ]

Still the same, I see. That's comforting to know.
You are my best friend, my one and only.
You make me smile and pull me out of my head when I need it, and remind me to have fun. You're a brat, and so annoying sometimes, but even those are so endearing. You complete my soul. I can't imagine not having you in my life.
The first time we slept together, I woke up in the middle of the night. You looked so peaceful and relaxed and beautiful, it felt like a dream. Didn't want to wake up from it because what if you weren't really there? And then you shifted and put your head on my chest and drooled on me, and it made this perfect moment even better because it was real.

[ ah, isn't this something? all the things satoru never got to say to him, all the things suguru never got to say right back, spilling into his phone like he's never left.

except he did, and it's gojo's fault for not seeing his distress. his own happiness blinded him, and then suguru's lost to him forever.

he stares at the text for a long, long moment, thinking about how it's this tenderness and sweetness that will break him in the end. but this, this solidifies what satoru needs to do. ]

suguru always has such a way with words, see

you're the only one i will ever have and want.
no one else comes close, u know
u get too in ur head sometimes and u forget
silly suguru
im not me without u

[ continued here ]

Is it weird to say that I think I just want someone to like me back?

[ Yoru immediately regrets saying that in front of Geto Suguru, literally one of the most beautiful people he knows, but hugs the pillow and looks out the window from where he sits on the floor as if he didn't say the most cringe, insecure thing he could have said, even if it was true.

Yoru can play this one off, probably. He can pretend that it's not that deep. ]

Iunno. I've never thought about my type outside of that.

[ Suguru isn't surprised to hear such a thing; at least, the turn of conversation from casual to something deeper and more meaningful is customary for him. But the words, Yoru's simple description of his time, take him aback.

From his spot on the bed, Suguru blinks at him, then shifts, slipping off the bed so he can sit next to Yoru without looking at him. This is one of those conversations where he wouldn't want someone to look at him directly, and he wants to afford the same grace to his friend.

The windows are cracked open, letting the late spring breeze in, but the campus is quiet enough that the only sounds are the birds and the rustle of trees and shrubs. ]

I don't think it's weird. But you haven't considered what you might like beyond that? There are people out there who like you, but what if you don't like them in return?

[ Yoru starts when he realizes Suguru's moving, then stares as he joins him on the floor. By the time he's reached the end of his thesis statement, in spite of himself, Yoru is looking at Suguru, eyes shifting like Suguru has something between his teeth, but Yoru is too tragically awkward to point it out. (This has happened to Yoru so many times, he can no longer repress every single excruciating instance.) ]

It doesn't matter. Even if someone liked me, what would I do with them? Date them? I don't... go anywhere. Or do anything. I'm boring.

[ Yoru places his head on top of the pillow, then tilts on his chin a little to look out the window again. The light is dimming. His mom will probably want him home in a few hours. He was thinking about stopping by the library first, but the longer he stays here, the more inertia sets in. He likes being around Suguru, even if he doesn't understand why he gives him any sort of attention at all. He's so... nice.

Yoru flushes, eyes narrowing in embarrassment, slouched over as though he resents hitting 178 centimeters yesterday for making it even harder to hide in a ball, in his clothes, in his hair. Suguru is way too nice to deserve some weird, quiet loser camping out on his floor because he doesn't want to go home. Just because it's nice to be here, soaking in his attention. ]

... Sorry. [ For actively sucking the fun out of Suguru's bedroom. ] It's just that I know what I'm like. You know?

[ Suguru is sure he doesn't have anything in his teeth, so he lets the look slide. It's hardly the first time he's been stared at oddly. Instead of commenting, he smiles, hoping to ease Yoru's worries a little. He reaches out and rubs his shoulder, allowing himself this small measure of kindness when he normally would hold back. He's never been the touchy one. ]

Some people like doing nothing. We have fun, don't we? [ As friends, of course. Suguru doesn't say it aloud but keeps that in mind as he responds. ]

But say someone did like you. What would you want to do with them? Let yourself dream a little.

[ He's curious, which is why he's asking, both in the abstract and the concrete; perhaps there is something he can do with Yoru to help. He doesn't mind spending an afternoon in his room with his friend, or going for walks between missions, or anything like that. ]

[ Yoru is much too uncomfortable, just as a person, to actually relax under Suguru's touch, but after tensing, he doesn't push the hand off, nodding in response to his question. Yoru tries to relax. (Oh, Suguru is very close. Time to not think about that, time to think more about friends making an effort to be friendly because that's what friends do. Allegedly. Yoru does not make many friends.)

Yoru does not see the point in fantasizing about things that clearly won't happen, but after aiming another cautious look at Suguru, making sure that he's not secretly being teased — and it's hard for him to tell at the worst of times — Yoru allows himself to give the question a serious amount of thought. ]

... I don't know. Something like this?

[ Yoru gestures towards them both, sitting on the floor. He'd say reading, but he's pretty sure that's something that's kind of hard to do with other people. This, what they're doing, is nice. ]

It's not creative, I guess, but like. Being with them... Listening to them talk. You know.

[ Which is kind of ironic, given that Yoru's now done more talking about himself here than he did for the entirety of the last half year combined, probably... But it's the truth. He likes listening to other people talk, mostly because he doesn't have to worry about when or how to interject himself into an actual conversation. He doesn't have big dreams, exactly, but even this situation he is currently in seems impossible. Like if he closes his eyes, he'll open them and be back in his room, alone. Like this is a dream.

(It might be a bit telling that he hasn't thought much further than that. Like he's carefully stepping around the idea of human contact...) ]

[ There are times to tease and there are not times, or subjects, and something like this, for someone like Yoru, is not a time to tease. There are others he would tease, especially if he knew they liked someone, but Suguru strives to make sure people are comfortable in his presence, assured he won't spill their secrets or mock them for what they say.

Besides, he is deeply curious. For reasons of friendship, of course; nothing more. Suguru is a polite, friendly young man. And Yoru— Yoru is actually one of the few people he actually likes, not with the gentle, paternalistic sort of care Suguru provides to many of his friends. ]

Simple things. [ Suguru nods in understanding, and removes his hand from Yoru's back, folding his hands in his lap. He's stripped off his uniform jacket, and the first couple of buttons of his shirt are undone, the entire thing untucked from his high-waisted pants. ] I enjoy those, too. We're busy enough, and sometimes the typical date things sound dull. Time is better spent with my friends.

[ He's careful to talk around liking anyone, around what dates look like. He's content with just this, something simple and relaxed with his friend.

It's also true: time is at a premium for young sorcerers. Where would he find the time to go to an aquarium with a date, between missions and school work and spending time with Yoru? And others. ] I'm sure there are people who enjoy those, too. And we don't have to find them right away.

[ With friends. Right. Yoru bites his lips, but nods before he asks if they're friends. Of course they are. They're in Suguru's room, Suguru invited him, nothing is going terribly wrong. He's the same as he's always been... Kind. Interesting. Smart. ]

Right. Not right away.

[ Yoru coughs, tries not to argue that it's never going to happen for him, that he's not sure if he wants that to happen for him, not because he's scared or disgusted by the idea, but because it just doesn't feel necessary... He shakes off those thoughts and turns to Suguru instead. ]

What about you? Do you ever think about what, uh. Your type is?

[ Which is kind of a desperate shift of the conversation, but it's not as though Yoru is completely uninterested in the answer. Suguru seems like the type to already have an answer to these kinds of questions, even if he never talks about it... Yoru likes that. There's a whole world in there, like a book. ]

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