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BeeTober 2023 Day 11 - Falling apart

They have just put Klee to bed when it bursts out of Kaeya.

“Let’s have more kids.”

Albedo blinks at him as Kaeya’s brain tries to catch up to what his mouth just blurted out and he doesn’t know what it means that he’s faster with it than Albedo.

“Forget I said that,” he rushes out just as quickly and walks away from Albedo who is still quiet behind him, though he does follow.

“I didn’t know you wanted more kids,” Albedo says when he catches up to him in the kitchen and Kaeya busies himself with cleaning up dinner.

It’s Albedo’s turn today, since Kaeya cooked, but he needs to keep his hands busy for now.

“I—” Kaeya starts but then cuts himself off.

He didn’t know he wanted kids in the first place, not before Albedo and Klee stepped into his life, but ever since that happened he finds himself thinking that one more kid in their house couldn’t hurt at the strangest times.

Klee would love it too, he’s sure about it.

“Let’s forget about it, petal,” he finally whispers out and knows Albedo will not grant him that mercy when he pulls a chair out to sit.

“Kaeya, come sit, please,” he says, his voice very calm and Kaeya’s shoulder’s rise up to his ears.

He’s not a fan of this tone of voice but he should have guessed that Albedo whips it out. They have never talked about more kids before this and for him to just blurt it out like that—

“Fine,” Kaeya mutters and puts the plates back down to sit at the table with Albedo.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Albedo says, his voice still eerily calm and Kaeya can’t meet his eyes.

“I didn’t know either,” Kaeya gives back. “It’s just—it seems so easy with you and Klee and I can’t help but to think that a bigger family would be nice.”

“I—” Albedo falls silent without finishing his thoughts and that is rare enough that new worry settles into Kaeya’s gut.

“You can just say no, you know,” he tells him with a small smile, finally raising his eyes to meet Albedo’s.

“I never wanted to be a dad,” Albedo says. “It wasn’t planned that Alice shoves her kid on me and then fucks off. I never wanted to be a dad and it barely feels right to be a big brother to Klee. And I—I don’t want to be a dad. Not to a kid of our own,” Albedo admits and his face twists in that way that tells Kaeya he thinks he’s done something wrong. “Sorry.”

“That’s fine,” Kaeya whispers and reaches out for his hand, threading their fingers together. “Albedo, that’s perfectly fine.”

“But you want to be a dad. How is it fine if I don’t.”

“Well, we both feel how we feel, right? I’m happy with what we have right now. Are you?”

“Of course I am,” Albedo immediately says, squeezing Kaeya’s hand. “I was so overwhelmed at first with Klee, and work but with you it feels—easier. It feels doable. But not for more than Klee.”

“Petal, you don’t have to keep saying that, I get it. I just wanted to know if you like how it is right now. Don’t think about more kids, just think about now.”

“I love how it is right now,” Albedo says and then bites his lip in a way that means he’s trying to stop himself from saying more.

“Then we’ll keep it how it is,” Kaeya easily says, because what else is there to say, really.

It was a fleeting thought anyway and Kaeya would happily discard it for all of eternity if it means he gets to keep Albedo and Klee by his side.

“And—you’ll be fine with that?”

“Of course. It was just a thought, really. We never talked about it, and I really shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that anyway, so it’s fine. I am happy right now, too. I love you.”

“I love you,” Albedo gives back and Kaeya has to laugh at the relief that is so very clear on his face. “What?”

“It’s kind of funny how stressed just that comment made you,” Kaeya chuckles out and then laughs for real when Albedo pouts at him.

“It’s not funny, Kaeya, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t really think.”

“Clearly,” Albedo mutters, rolling his eyes at Kaeya and Kaeya knows they’ll be alright.

~*~*~

“Kaeya!” Albedo’s voice sounds urgent enough that Kaeya gets up from the couch with a grumble.

Albedo went to get the door so Kaeya could stay exactly where he was and now this just feels cruel.

“What? Who is it?” Kaeya asks and freezes when he comes to a stop next to Albedo.

There’s a woman on the other side of the door; a woman holding a child in her arms.

“What is this?”

“She says it’s yours,” Albedo faintly says and Kaeya blinks.

“I’m with child protection services. Have you not been informed?”

“No?” Kaeya asks, feelings as if he is having an out of body experience. “Informed about what?”

“The mother put you down as the father on the birth certificate. She’s unfit to take care of him, so you should have been contacted and informed about this.”

“I haven’t,” Kaeya whispers out, his eyes dropping to the child. “How old is he?”

“One year and three months,” the woman helpfully says and Kaeya sways on the spot.

He had been with Albedo already at that time. Even if they add the nine months to that, Kaeya had already been with Albedo.

“Petal—”

“I’m inside if you need me,” Albedo says and promptly turns on his heels and walks away from the door and from Kaeya.

And just like that, his entire life is falling apart around Kaeya.

“Am I right to assume that you have nothing prepared?” the woman asks and Kaeya nods, still shell-shocked.

“We have a child here, but she’s almost six, so I doubt that would help.”

“I see. Well, seeing as you weren’t properly informed and you’re not prepared, I’ll take him back with me for now, but you should expect a call tomorrow to clear things up. You are his father after all.”

“Sure,” Kaeya gives back on autopilot, wondering how in the hell he’s ever going to explain this to Albedo when he doesn’t even understand it himself. “Mind if I ask—who is the mother?”

The woman gives him a look but Kaeya is too numb to be bothered by it.

“Angela,” the woman says, not even giving him a last name. “You know someone with that name?”

“Yeah, I do,” Kaeya mutters. She’s a former classmate of his; he had seen her at their high school reunion two years ago but she hadn’t seemed pregnant back then.

And he certainly didn’t have a hand in that.

“You’re not the father, are you?” the woman asks him much gentler then, clearly picking up on his distress and Kaeya shakes his head.

“I’m not.”

“She did put you down in the certificate though, so an official paternity test will have to clear this up. You up for that?”

“Sure,” Kaeya whispers out and then shoots a look over his shoulder. “Can we—talk on the phone, tomorrow, though. I have to—” he points inside the apartment and the face of the woman softens slightly.

“Sure. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She’s about to turn away when Kaeya stops her.

“What’s his name?”

“Bennett,” she says without stopping and Kaeya nods to himself.

He doesn’t know why he even wanted to know; it’s not as if he’s his or as if he’s going to be responsible for him.

Kaeya takes a moment to gather himself after he closes the door before he goes to find Albedo.

He’s on the couch, his hands clasped tightly and he looks about as unhappy as Kaeya feels.

“Petal, I—”

“Where did she go?” Albedo interrupts him.

“Back. We—there are still things to be cleared up.”

“There are,” Albedo says, his voice just as hard as his eyes when they meet Kaeya’s.

“I didn’t cheat on you.”

“Why would someone wrongly put you down as the father?” Albedo asks him at the same moment and Kaeya’s mouth drops open.

“You’re not—even asking?”

“What would I be asking, Kaeya? I know you love me and I would never doubt that you’re faithful to me. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“I just—she stood there with a kid and said it was mine!”

“And it isn’t, is it?”

“Of course it’s not! He’s not mine. I don’t know why she would do that to Bennett, but he’s not mine!”

“Bennett, huh?” Albedo mutters. “You know the mother?”

“I do,” Kaeya sighs out and drops down on the couch next to Albedo and tries not to cry tears of joy when Albedo immediately moves close and takes his hand. “I went to high school with her. I met her at the reunion two years ago, remember that?”

“I remember that you went and that I was very adamant on staying here,” Albedo says with a smile that quickly turns into a frown. “Maybe I should have joined you.”

“I didn’t shut up about you and Klee all evening. She definitely knows I’m gay and taken. I don’t know why she would do that.”

“The woman said the mother is unfit to take care of him, right? Maybe she already knew that at the time of his birth.”

“But why me?”

“Did you gush a lot about Klee?” Albedo asks and Kaeya instantly nods.

He doesn’t remember all of that evening—it has been two years after all—but he is certain he didn’t shut up about Albedo and Klee because he never does. It all he ever really talks about.

“She probably thinks you could take good care of him, then,” Albedo says as if that is the only possible solution and Kaeya scoffs.

“Yeah, right,” he mutters.

They fall quiet for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts, and Kaeya wonders how long a paternity test takes. How long it will be before this mess can be cleared up.

“I’m getting a paternity test, to refute the claim,” he tells Albedo, because he’s not sure he heard that last part of his conversation with the woman.

Albedo is quiet for long enough that Kaeya turns a worried gaze on him.

“Petal?”

“Or you could not,” Albedo mumbles but he meets Kaeya’s gaze head on.

“What? Albedo, what are you talking about?”

“I’m just—thinking.”

“You don’t want any kids! I’m not—” Kaeya falls silent, despair filling his entire being when a devastating thought enters his head. “Are you going to leave me?” he then whispers out and he forces himself to not tighten his grip on Albedo.

“Why would I ever leave you?” Albedo asks and leans in for a kiss. “I love you. I’m not going to leave you.”

“What is this about then?” Kaeya asks feeling almost faint with relief.

“We’re doing okay with Klee, right?”

“We’re doing awesome with Klee,” Kaeya immediately corrects him because they are.

“And she wasn’t planned at all. Neither for you nor for me. Alice just dropped her off with me and then never returned.”

“And you hated that,” Kaeya reminds him because he still doesn’t see where this is going.

“I did. But it all worked out so well and I just can’t help but to think—what if this ends well, too? I mean, the mother put you down as the father for a reason; she must have seen something in you that made her think you could take care of him. And I mean—I see that with Klee every day. You’re so good with her and to her and I just think—Bennett deserves the same.”

“Albedo, you said you don’t want any more kids,” Kaeya reminds him yet again because he still very vividly remembers that talk even though it has been a few months since then.

“Because the thought scares me. And it scares me still. But think about it; all the unplanned things in our lives have worked out so good for us. And this is as unplanned as it gets.”

“It is,” Kaeya agrees and he has a hard time wrapping his head around what Albedo is saying. “So you’re saying—”

“Don’t get a paternity test. Let’s just pretend he’s yours and let’s just see where this will take us.”

“You hate unplanned things like that,” Kaeya can’t help but to argue because he can’t believe that Albedo could suggest this.

“I do,” Albedo agrees easily. “But I love you. And I think together we can do this. Don’t you?”

“Albedo, we can do anything together. We’re basically raising a pyromaniac and we somehow managed to prevent her from burning anything down yet. We can do anything. As long as we’re together.”

“Together,” Albedo agrees and squeezes his hand. “If it’s together, then let’s do it. Let’s give Bennett a good life, okay?”

“I love you,” Kaeya breathes out, tears in his eyes and Albedo immediately leans in to kiss them away.

It’s definitely not going to be easy, and it’s so far from everything Albedo and Kaeya have planned for their future but Kaeya can’t help but to agree with Albedo. If it’s together, then they can do it, plans be damned.

“I love you, too,” Albedo whispers. “You and both our kids.”

It’s ridiculous enough that it makes Kaeya laugh, because they don’t even have Bennett yet, but he pulls Albedo into his arms, pressing his face to his hair.

“Both our kids,” he agrees with a whisper and he just knows that Albedo is smiling just like he is.

Together, they can do it.

#bt writes #genshin impact #beetober23 #kaebedo #albedo #kaeya #established relationship #modern au #fluff #hurt/comfort #accidental baby acquisition

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BeeTober 2023 Day 21 - Bride

Suguru hides away in the medical wing and he’s not proud of it. But it’s one of the few places Satoru wouldn’t look for him—it’s not as if either of them ever really get hurt anymore—and if they hang out with Shoko they usually do it in one of their dorm rooms instead of the medical wing where more gruesome bodies are being brought in than Suguru is comfortable thinking about. So right now it’s the only safe place for Suguru.

Even if the body Shoko is prodding at does make his stomach turn.

“Why are you here, again?” Shoko bites out over her work and Suguru presses his lips together. “If you want to hang out with me, you could just say.”

It’s not quite what Suguru wants to do at the moment and Shoko damn well knows that, too, going by the look she gives him.

“I’m just bored,” Suguru tries, imitating the tone and shrug Satoru usually uses but he knows it’s not very effective.

“Liar. You’re hiding. From Satoru, of all people. Why?” Of course Shoko would immediately notice what’s going on, or maybe Satoru has complained to her before.

Either way, it seems pointless to lie.

“For reasons,” Suguru gives back, unwilling to lie, but even more unwilling to really put everything into words.

“You’ve been avoiding him,” Shoko goes on and Suguru nods his head once before he tenses.

He can feel Satoru’s cursed energy, just the faintest wisps of it, but it’s moving steadily closer. Either Satoru must be really desperate to look here or Shoko told him Suguru is there. Both seem possible.

“I have been avoiding him, yes,” Suguru admits, tracking the energy until it comes to a stop right outside the door.

He’s listening in, then, instead of confronting Suguru. Very well, maybe he can use that to his advantage.

“He’s unhappy. And even more annoying than usually,” Shoko informs him and Suguru does feel bad that she has to suffer both of their moods.

“That’s really not my problem, Shoko,” Suguru says, even though it is, and it hurts him to hear how much he’s upsetting Satoru.

But he can’t waver, not now.

Shoko gives him a sharp look, clearly mulling something over and it takes her a while before she speaks again. The energy outside doesn’t move.

“He’s in love with you, you know,” Shoko finally quietly says and Suguru flinches.

He suspected as much, if he’s being honest, and while he would usually be overjoyed about that, right now it only makes him sick.

“That’s also really not my problem. I don’t care. It doesn’t matter.”

When Suguru swallows a curse it goes down fighting, making it feel as if his entire throat is being torn open until it settles hot and heavy in his stomach. Right now, the words coming out of his mouth have the same effect on him and Suguru wants to throw up.

There’s a noise outside, followed by the sound of footsteps and Shoko’s eyes go big.

“Was that him?” she breathes out and Suguru closes his eyes as he nods. “You knew. How did you know he was there?”

“His energy,” Suguru whispers.

“I couldn’t feel anything,” Shoko gives back, frowning at him and Suguru feels like crying.

“I can always feel him. I always know where he is.”

“And you tell me it doesn’t matter. You’re such a fucking liar, Geto. What is going on? What are you doing? You said that to hurt him, just now. Why?”

“Yaga came to me two weeks ago,” Suguru tells her, staring at the wall instead of facing her glare. “He told me Satoru refuses to go on missions without me. Said he even refuses lessons specifically tailored to him if I’m not there.”

“So?” Shoko demands to know and Suguru lets out a harsh breath.

“I’m holding him back, Shoko. I’m shackling him down and I can’t do that. He’s the strongest, he’s supposed to be the strongest and he can’t be that when I trail after him all the time. Satoru won’t understand his technique like he could without me. He doesn’t need me to hinder him every step of the way.”

Suguru is hit by a pair of tongs.

“Ow, Shoko, what the hell,” Suguru yelps, rubbing his hand over his sternum where he was hit.

“Never before have I heard anything this stupid and I talk to Gojo regularly, so this is quite the feat.” She’s practically seething and Suguru blinks at her.

“Shoko, I—”

“No, you shut the hell up!” She takes a deep breath though it hardly does anything to calm her down. “You think Gojo cares? You think he wouldn’t trade all of his powers in just to stay by your side? Like you would do too, normally?”

Suguru opens his mouth but no words come out. He knows that Shoko is right, of course he does, and he would give anything to be able to stay by Satoru’s side but maybe some things are simply not meant to be, no matter how much they hurt.

“I won’t let him,” Suguru whispers out and Shoko snaps her glove at him.

“You do not get to decide that for him, you moron!”

“But he’s not going to chose what’s best for him!”

“And who are you to decide what’s best for him?” Shoko shoots back and Suguru feels his eyes burn.

“You think this is easy for me?” he breathes out, his voice almost breaking. “You think I want to lose him? But I’m not good enough to stand by his side.”

“Then change that,” comes Shoko’s reply and Suguru’s head flies up.

“What?”

“You both are the strongest. Maybe Satoru is out of your league right now, but right after him there’s you and then nothing for a good long while. And your technique is unprecedented. We have never seen anything like it, there are no records of it anywhere. Who knows what you can even really do.”

“What I can really do? Shoko, I swallow curses and then use them for my own. That’s what I can do.”

“Did you try something else?” she asks him and raises an eyebrow in question.

“Like what?” he defensively asks because it’s his technique, and he doesn’t like how she insinuates he’s doing it wrong.

“Merging curses, for example. Storing them somewhere ahead of time so others can use them. Swallowing parts of it and then using that to track the original curse down. That would come in handy for those disgusting fingers the higher-ups keep talking about,” she muses and Suguru feels as if he’s been hit with something again.

“You think I could do something like that?”

“I think you never even tried and just gave up before you even started. And I don’t only mean your technique, I’m talking about Gojo, too, just so you know.”

“Aw, you do care,” Suguru gets out, his mind whirring with possibilities.

“Only because you’re both insufferable if you’re not together.”

“It will still take some time for me to learn more,” Suguru mutters, biting his lip in thought and Shoko rolls her eyes.

“Maybe talk to him before that, because I am not going to survive another week of this.”

“I—thank you, Shoko,” Suguru says instead of promising her anything he probably can’t keep anyway and then makes for his own room.

He has some training to do.

~*~*~

Merging curses is much more difficult than it has any right to be and it makes his control over them strenuous at best. And sometimes it outright fails, he has to learn with despair, as the one that was supposed to carry him high up into the sky evaporates underneath him.

He was trying to merge two flying ones together to see if it would enhance their speed but right now all it did was enhance his chance to die, because he’s too high up to survive a fall like that.

Suguru is about to summon a few fly heads, hoping that they can at least slow his fall down, when he notices Satoru’s energy coming rapidly closer a split second before strong arms come up to meet him.

“What the hell,” Suguru breathes out once his fall is slowed down, and to his embarrassment he finds Satoru bridal-carrying him back down to earth.

“You’re welcome,” Satoru bites back, his voice hard and he pointedly does not look at Suguru.

Suguru might have taken Shoko’s advice about advancing his own technique but he definitely ignored the one about talking to Satoru first and so this is the first time they’ve seen each other outside of class in weeks.

“You’re mad at me,” Suguru whispers, even though he knows it’s his own fault. “Why are you still carrying me?” he asks and he pointedly does not mention the fact that they have long reached safe ground.

“Cleaning up the stain you’d leave behind by splattering on the ground would be a huge pain in the ass,” Satoru gives back, almost joking like he usually does but something is missing from his voice.

Something that made it warm and teasing and that Suguru fell in love with.

“Can you—let me down?” he finally asks, trying to push those thoughts away because he’s not strong enough.

He can’t stand as Satoru’s equal yet.

“Right. Because I’m the last person you would want you to carry like a bride,” Satoru says with something that comes close to a grin but only serves to make Suguru’s heart squeeze in his chest.

It’s clear how much it affects Satoru, the way Suguru rejected him, the way he’s avoiding him, and Suguru thought it would be fine until he can stand next to him with his head raised high, but now that he actually sees Satoru, that he is able to touch him, his resolve crumbles.

He slung an arm around Satoru’s neck when he caught him—and even now the knowledge that Infinity does nothing to stop him makes his head spin—and when his feet hit the ground he keeps it there as he buries his face in Satoru’s shoulder.

Suguru can feel Satoru go tense underneath him and he laments the fact that he didn’t listen to Shoko before.

He really should have talked to Satoru.

“What are you doing?” Satoru asks, his voice strangled and Suguru puts his other arm around Satoru’s waist.

“You’ve lost weight,” he absentmindedly notes and Satoru lets out a displeased huff.

“Hardly your concern,” he shortly gives back and Suguru presses himself even closer.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and knows Satoru heard him when he stops breathing. “I’m sorry for avoiding you, I’m sorry for lying to Shoko like that when I knew you could hear it and I’m sorry for not being strong enough yet.”

There’s a beat of silence before Satoru haltingly says “You—lied to Shoko?”

“I did. It matters that you’re in love with me, and I care about that because I’m in love with you, too.”

“You have a really fucked up way of showing that,” Satoru says with a disbelieving laugh, “so sorry if I can’t quite believe you.”

Suguru tightens his arms around him once more, afraid that Satoru is going to vanish the very next second but to his amazement he stays right where he is.

Maybe Suguru will get a chance to at least explain.

“I’m not strong enough,” he says. “Not good enough.” He almost chokes on that part. “I’m holding you back.”

“Holding me back from what?”

“Reaching your full potential.”

When he hears that a jolt goes through Satoru and he puts his hands on Suguru’s shoulders, pushing him away, quicker than Suguru can try to stop him.

“You’re the worst idiot I have ever met,” he insistently tells him, finally looking straight at Suguru and a shudder runs down his back.

How he has missed these eyes on him.

“I don’t even want to reach my full potential if it’s not with you by my side. We’re supposed to be a duo. Together as the strongest. What are you even thinking?”

“That I’m not. The strongest,” Suguru tacks on when confusion falls over Satoru’s face. “I can’t be your equal and I can’t stand beside you, not yet. All I do is hold you back.”

“Will you stop with that!” Satoru yells out and his grip on Suguru’s shoulders borders on painful. “I couldn’t give a fuck about any of that. If you’re not there nothing matters. Nothing, Suguru! I need you by my side, I need you to be there.”

It’s eerily close to what Shoko told him a while ago and Suguru hangs his head in shame.

“I just thought—”

“Well, you thought fucking wrong,” Satoru snaps and then lets his head drop on top of Suguru’s. “You’re wrong. I only need you,” he whispers and Suguru isn’t above using that moment to hug Satoru close again.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters right before the breath is squeezed out of him by Satoru’s forceful hug.

“As you should be,” Satoru mumbles into his hair. “Just—say that you’re back. Say that we’re a duo again, please, Suguru.”

Suguru always has a hard time telling Satoru no, but with his voice like this, the warmth Suguru loves so much back in it, his lips shaping his name in that certain way that makes Suguru feel as if he’s home? There’s not a chance in hell he could say no to that.

“I’m back, Satoru. I’m back, I’m sorry for ever leaving in the first place, and I love you.”

The admission is easy now, knowing what he does now.

“Damn right you do,” Satoru jokes, but his voice sounds just as choked up as Suguru feels and he’s quick to press a reassuring kiss to Satoru’s throat.

“Damn right I do,” he quietly agrees because really, what else can he do but love this impossible boy, and he feels Satoru’s lips at the crown of his head.

“I have missed you so much,” Satoru admits and Suguru can feel his eyes grow hot.

“I’m not leaving again,” he promises him and for now, that’s enough.

Because all that matters right now is that he and Satoru are together again and this time Suguru will make sure to keep it that way.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #misunderstandings #insecurity #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #fluff #hurt/comfort #getting together #love confessions

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BeeTober 2023 Day 25 - Painting

Satoru knows that he’s pretty. It’s not even something he necessarily thinks himself but he’s been told that he’s pretty so often in his life that it’s hard to ignore. He’s told his eyes are amazing and beautiful and gorgeous and his hair is unusual enough to be eye-catching in itself.

So yes, he knows that he’s pretty, beautiful even by some standards and according to some people but Satoru never thought so himself.

In fact, he thinks everyone is fucking wrong because clearly none of them have eyes, if they can’t see that Suguru is the most beautiful person they have ever met.

Because he is that and so much more to Satoru.

“You’re staring at me,” Suguru lazily drawls out, without even lifting his eyes off the book he’s currently reading and sometimes Satoru likes to accuse him of possessing the Six Eyes as well because there is no other explanation for how he always knows.

“So what?” Satoru asks, sticking his tongue out at Suguru but even now that he’s caught he can’t manage to tear his eyes away.

Suguru is just so beautiful and Satoru thinks he could die happy if he gets to stare at him for the rest of his life.

“So maybe don’t be such a creep,” Suguru mildly says, finally looking at Satoru, and Satoru feels himself go hot under that gaze.

He wonders if Suguru ever feels something akin to the same or if he’s entirely unfazed when Satoru stares at him.

“Maybe don’t look like that, then,” Satoru shoots back, a beat too late and it doesn’t go unnoticed if Suguru’s searching gaze is anything to go by.

Suguru’s eyebrow goes up before he slowly looks along the length of his body. Satoru’s eyes follow along with his and while Suguru is clearly confused by what he sees, Satoru’s mouth on the other hand goes dry.

Suguru is propped against the headboard of his bed, long legs stretched out, clad in a baggy shirt and soft sweatpants, his feet bare, his hair completely undone for a change and it’s such an enticing view that Satoru has to fight the urge to take out his phone and snap a picture.

“Like what?” he incredulously asks and Satoru just motions at the entirety of him. “Right,” Suguru slowly says. “Are you having a stroke?” he then tacks on and Satoru puffs out his cheeks, affronted that Suguru doesn’t even see it himself.

“I feel perfectly fine,” Satoru huffs out, though he doesn’t, not truly.

Suguru makes him feel a lot of things and fine is absolutely at the bottom of the list.

“Right,” Suguru repeats, staring at Satoru for a moment longer before he reluctantly returns to the book in his hands.

Satoru stares at him some more before he forces himself to look away. They are living together, sharing one apartment; he’ll get more chances to see Suguru.

It wouldn’t do to get greedy right now.

~*~*~

Satoru has enrolled in art class. He’s not certain if his penchant for everything school related extends to art but he’s going to find out. He has to find out because snapping a picture of Suguru is wildly frowned upon by the man in question—as Satoru had to learn the hard way—but if Satoru learns to paint and just happens to make a painting of Suguru then he can’t say anything to that.

He doesn’t even have to see.

Suguru had argued with Satoru about how improper it is to take pictures of random people like that when Satoru had snapped the picture of him, and Satoru had very wisely not mentioned that he’d only ever do that to Suguru anyway.

It’s not as if he’s going around just shoving his phone into random people’s faces, not when the single most beautiful human is sitting right there in their apartment but for all that Satoru sometimes is lacking when it comes to conversations and interpersonal relationships he damn well knows it would be a no-go to say that to Suguru’s face.

Still, the picture was there and Satoru had most certainly not deleted it; it’s not even as if Suguru had asked him to delete it.

So the picture is still on his phone and Satoru has stared at it more times than can be called normal. He debates making it his home screen but Suguru picks up Satoru’s phone and uses it instead of his own often enough that there is no way Satoru would get away with it.

He could change his password but that would raise questions as well.

Satoru keeps the picture in his gallery like a normal person for now, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.

Hence, the art class.

Satoru needs to paint him in all the ways he has seen him, in all his incredibly beautiful glory and he already missed so many moments that there is no other way than to capture it all in paint.

It turns out Satoru does have a talent for art, because he breezes through the class, completing each assignment easily and he even gets to sketching at home.

His teacher asked him to start with objects for now, until he gets the hang of it, but of course Satoru completely ignores that advice and immediately starts on humans. Namely, on Suguru.

He draws his hands, his hair, his profile, his body and most importantly his smile. It’s a relaxing past time, if Satoru is being honest, and he’s glad he picked it up, no matter for what reasons, but even to him the rate at which his sketchbooks fill up with Suguru is alarming.

Satoru is not one to be limited to one medium though, and soon enough he picks up actual painting; with colours and acrylic paints and on actual canvas, just like he imagined when he started that class.

It’s a bit harder than sketching but Satoru doesn’t give up and his collection of paintings that all show Suguru slowly but surely grows.

He’s not happy with all of them, of course, but he gets to put his favourite versions of Suguru on canvas and that really has to be enough.

Satoru is just glad that his muse is sharing the apartment with him, so whenever he gets stuck on something—the exact shape of his jaw or the slope of his nose for example—he can simply go out and stare at Suguru some more to commit it all to memory.

“You are being creepier than you normally are,” Suguru one day says over dinner and Satoru guiltily tears his eyes away from the way his eyes crinkle as he enjoys the food.

One more expression to add to the sketchbook.

“How so?” he wants to know, forcing himself to keep his eyes on his own dinner, but he can still see Suguru’s hands and his fingers, thick and strong as they are, and Satoru wonders just how much bigger Suguru’s hands are than his own.

He’d guess that his fingers are slightly shorter than Satoru’s though. His own fingers itch to test it out, but he keeps them where they are.

“You keep staring at me,” Suguru tells him, and thankfully he doesn’t sound upset. “Is something wrong?”

“I am not staring at you,” Satoru lies and wonders if he can go two days of drawing Suguru without having to check his real life reference.

“That’s not even a good try, Satoru,” Suguru sighs out and leans back in his chair. “You would tell me if something is wrong, right?”

Now there’s worry in Suguru’s voice and that is something Satoru absolutely cannot allow.

“Of course I would, Suguru! But nothing is wrong, I promise.”

Well, Suguru would probably define this as something being wrong but in Satoru’s mind it’s not. Suguru is the most beautiful, that is just a fact and so Satoru of course can’t help but to stare at him.

Satoru catches himself tracing the lines of Suguru’s face again and he jolts before he tears his eyes away.

“You’re so fucking weird, Satoru,” Suguru breathes out and Satoru forces himself to laugh.

“And yet you love me,” he jokes, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated manner at Suguru to make it clear that he’s joking just in case Suguru tries to take him seriously.

Suguru only rolls his eyes at him though.

“My mistake,” Suguru mutters, the corner of his mouth ticking up and Satoru’s fingers itch to put that expression on paper, even as his heart stumbles in his chest.

One of these days Suguru is going to kill him with these random remarks.

~*~*~

Satoru knows that something is wrong the moment he steps into their apartment and finds Suguru on the couch, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him and his gaze turned downwards.

“Suguru?” Satoru carefully says as he walks over to him and his stomach drops out when he sees his own sketchbook on the table in front of Suguru.

The sketchbook that is filled to the brim with sketches of Suguru and that should be in Satoru’s room.

“How did you—”

“I was looking for my hoodie,” Suguru interrupts him, finally raising his head and he breathes out a little ‘Ah’ when he sees Satoru.

Because he’s wearing the hoodie in question.

“This was on your desk, opened. I didn’t snoop until I saw the opened page,” Suguru explains as if that makes it somehow better and Satoru curses himself for not closing it, for not putting it into the damn drawer where he always keeps it.

“You snooped?” he weakly asks and Suguru presses his lips together.

“There are an awful lot of paintings of me in your room.”

Satoru can’t read his expression, which is indication enough that this will most likely go awful, and yet still a part of his brain can’t help but to think about how he’d best capture that expression on paper.

“Is that so?” Satoru asks, completely useless because Suguru saw all of them already but he still can’t help himself.

“I didn’t know you took up art class,” is surprisingly the next thing Suguru says and Satoru blinks in confusion.

“A while back,” he admits. “It’s fun, actually. Keeps my hands busy.”

“Why me?” Suguru asks next and now that is much more in line with what Satoru expected.

“Why you?”

“Why only paint me?” Suguru locks his gaze with Satoru and just like that every thought of lying flies out of Satoru’s head.

“Because you’re you,” he simply says, as if that could explain anything and just as expected Suguru frowns.

“There are so many more things for you to paint out there. What’s so special about me that you would paint me over and over again?”

He doesn’t sound nearly as upset about this as Satoru expected him to be.

Satoru opens his mouth to spout some bullshit that edges the truth, but when Suguru keeps looking at him, he closes his mouth again before he walks over to the couch, sitting down on the table right in front of Suguru.

“Because you’re you,” he repeats and reaches out to ghost his fingers over the sharp cut of Suguru’s jaw, tracing them up his cheekbones, following along the slope of his nose, before they come to rest at the corner of Suguru’s mouth. “Because you’re beautiful and pretty and handsome and the most gorgeous person I have ever seen,” he then honestly tells him and this close he can see how Suguru’s eyes widen in surprise and he feels it when Suguru’s mouth falls open.

“You cannot be serious,” Suguru breathes out after several long moments. “Have you looked into a mirror recently?”

“Yeah.” Satoru shrugs. “I know people think I’m pretty, but they don’t know you. And everyone who says I’m pretty and ignores you is just plain fucking wrong.”

“Satoru, what—”

“I’m in love with you, in case that wasn’t clear by now,” Satoru interrupts him because now that he started he finds that he can’t stop. It’s time Suguru knows the truth anyway. “I love you and I wish I could immortalise every second of every day with you. I’m going to paint you for the rest of my life, and if you’d allow it my phone gallery would be nothing but pictures of you and if you’d want it I would never stop watching you, never stop touching you.” Satoru leans forward to nose at Suguru’s cheek. “You’re so beautiful, I can hardly take it.”

Suguru chokes on his breath at hearing that but he doesn’t move away. Instead he reaches out to wrap his fingers around Satoru’s wrist and then moves his hand so that he can nuzzle into it.

“Agree to disagree on that,” Suguru whispers and before Satoru’s confusion can take hold he goes on, “because you’re the most beautiful.”

“We really have to disagree on that,” Satoru nods and slightly moves away from Suguru, just enough to be able to look him into the eyes. “Are we disagreeing on the love part, too?” he then dares to ask and he knows he has his answer when Suguru’s face lights up.

“No. We’re in agreement on that. I love me, too,” he says and it takes Satoru a moment to really register his words.

By the time he lets out an enraged sound, Suguru is already laughing.

“I’m sorry, Satoru, I’m sorry, of course I love you, too.” He’s still chuckling, sliding his hands into Satoru’s hair and resting their foreheads together. “Still don’t understand the rest you said, though.”

“That’s okay,” Satoru mumbles and angles his head so he can brush their lips together. “I’ll show you. I have a lot of canvases left.”

“Paint me like one of your French girls?” Suguru asks, his eyes sparkling and Satoru’s heart almost leaps out of his chest at the image that pops up in his mind.

He hasn’t dared to draw anything like that, yet, but maybe it’s time he broadens his horizons.

“If the model is willing,” Satoru manages to get out and Suguru smiles when he leans in for another kiss.

“The model is,” he confirms and pulls Satoru into his lap. “But later. Tell me more about how you think I’m beautiful?”

Now that is something Satoru can do.

“I hope you have time then,” he cheekily says and then promptly starts, making himself comfortable in Suguru’s lap.

They are going to be here for a while, after all.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #getting together #fluff #loves confessions #painting #insecurity

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BeeTober 2023 Day 20 - Wrench throwing

Suguru lets out a weary sigh when the curse they are supposed to exorcise hides inside a building. It’s always so much more work if they have to track these things down across multiple floors.

“Ah, come on, it’ll be fun,” Satoru says, clearly not at all bothered and just seeing him bounce on the balls of his feet has Suguru exhausted.

He truly doesn’t understand where he takes all this energy from.

“How can you be this enthusiastic?” he sighs out and Satoru almost shoves a pack of sweets in his face.

“It helps wonders with energy levels,” he promises, rattling the bag as if that could make it more enticing.

“Fine,” Suguru sighs out, taking one of the sweets for himself and while he doubts that the sugar is going to do anything for his own energy level the taste of it certainly does lift his spirits.

“Good, right?” Satoru asks, munching away on a sweet of his own and Suguru’s mouth ticks with an aborted laugh.

He’s just too adorable, Suguru thinks and then promptly shoves that thought away. It’s neither the time nor the place for this and Satoru would probably have his head for thinking that anyway.

“It’s okay,” Suguru lies, because it’s actually amazing but he enjoys the annoyed huff Satoru lets out.

“Gonna find one you love one of these days,” he mutters under his breath and Suguru pretends that he didn’t just hear that. He’s too busy convincing his heart to beat regularly again anyway and by the time he can even think to react Satoru has ventured into the building, clearly on the lookout for the curse.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he sing-songs and Suguru rolls his eyes before he follows him. 

Sometimes he wishes that Satoru would take these things more seriously but as long as he jokes around like this, there really isn’t that much danger for them. Suguru knows from experience that it’s time to worry when Satoru goes focused and serious and so this is actually more reassuring than anything.

Still, he can’t help himself.

“Would it kill you to take things seriously for once?” he calls after Satoru who waves over his shoulder.

“Yes, actually,” he flippantly gives back and Suguru thinks it might not even be a complete lie. Satoru acts deathly allergic to everything that would require him to act like a true grown-up so who knows. It’s always possible that he will simply implode if he can’t joke around.

Suguru follows behind Satoru, always unwilling to let him out of his sight during a mission even though he knows Satoru hardly needs his protection and something wistful comes over him when he notices that the floor is entirely used up by a car shop.

“Ugh, it smells in here,” Satoru complaints because of course he does but Suguru only hums. “What, you like it here or something?” Satoru wants to know as Suguru moves his hands over some of the tools.

“I do,” he admits and a small smile plays around his mouth as he remembers summers in his village. “I think if they hadn’t found me I would probably be a mechanic.”

“No way in hell,” Satoru immediately says and he seems honestly affronted. “You’re meant for more. I mean. You’re so good with people, surely you’d wanted to do something social?”

“I don’t actually like dealing with people that much,” Suguru says with a shrug.

Sure, he knows how people tick and he is not above using his looks to get people to do what he wants but he doesn’t enjoy it.

The only one he truly enjoys spending time with is Satoru.

Who is staring at him as if Suguru had just explained to him that the sky is black.

“You don’t like people?” he breathes out, clearly shocked and Suguru shrugs again. “But you like me!”

“You hardly classify as a person,” Suguru shoots back and before Satoru can get the wrong idea into his head and flinch with the implication that he’s nothing more than his technique Suguru adds: “You’re more sugar than human at this point.”

Satoru lets out a surprised laugh, though Suguru detects how relieved he sounds anyway. As if Suguru could ever think of him as anything other than painfully, wonderfully human.

“I don’t even eat that much sugar,” Satoru tries to defend himself but the bag of sweets that sticks out of his back pocket immediately calls him a liar and Suguru lets him know as much with a pointed look.

“Rude,” Satoru mutters and turns around to continue their search for the curse.

Suguru can’t detect any cursed energy and clearly Satoru can’t either because he’s in no rush to press on.

“So, you imagined yourself working in a place like this?” he idly asks as he looks around the room and Suguru nods.

“I helped out during summer breaks in my village. I liked working there. It’s easy, fixing a car.”

Unlike with humans; there are so many nuances and everything is so incredibly grey instead of simply black and white. Cars are easier.

“That’s so—mundane,” Satoru mutters and Suguru frowns at him.

“You got something to say to that?” he challenges him but Satoru waves him off.

“No, I just—I can’t really imagine you with a wrench in your hand, you know,” he then says and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him before he reaches out for the wrench that’s laying just next to his hand.

“Here, can you imagine it now?” he asks and Satoru blinks before he ducks his head and hides his expression.

“You look like an idiot, you should just drop it,” he shortly tells Suguru.

“You’re an idiot,” Suguru bites back—not very mature, but who cares—and then he throws the wrench at Satoru.

He knows it can’t hit him, will bounce off uselessly against Satoru’s Limitless, so he turns away before it even comes into contact with Satoru.

But then there’s the sound of metal hitting flesh, a pained yelp and Suguru turns back around so fast he thinks he sprained something in his back.

“Ow, ow, ow, Suguru, what the fuck,” Satoru cries out, holding his hand to his shoulder and Suguru can do nothing but blink in surprise. “Seriously, what was that for?” Satoru asks again, rubbing the spot where the wrench must have hit him. “Is that how we’re going to express ourselves now? No longer with words but by wrench throwing?” he mutters under his breath and he flexes his fingers and moves his arm in a way that lets Suguru know it really hurts.

“Are you dying?” Suguru blurts out, his brain coming back online and Satoru glares at him over the rim of his glasses.

“If you had aimed a little bit higher I might be, yes,” he snaps, and Suguru is at his side in a second.

“Satoru, are you dying?” he asks, more insistent this time and he flutters his hands over Satoru’s body. “Have you been cursed? Is that it?”

“Suguru, what are you on about? I feel fine,” Satoru says and slaps his hands away.

“Your Limitless. Why didn’t it work? Are you sure you’re feeling fine?” Suguru demands to know and he already has come up with several theories on what the curse could have done to Satoru to disable his technique.

While Suguru completely panics though, Satoru goes eerily still.

“Of course it didn’t work,” he finally says and Suguru stares at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You threw that wrench.”

“Yeah, so? Did the curse do something to me?” he then asks because that thought hadn’t even occurred to him yet.

“Suguru, seriously,” Satoru sighs out and Suguru might still be panicking a little bit but he doesn’t miss the faint blush that spreads out over Satoru’s cheekbones. “You’re the exception to my technique.”

There’s the faintest tremor to his voice and it’s enough to make Suguru freeze.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he finally asks because he needs Satoru to explain this to him with more words.

“Haven’t you noticed yet? You can always touch me.”

“You can always touch me, more like,” Suguru says on reflex, because it’s usually Satoru reaching out for him, hanging off his shoulder, tugging on his clothes.

“Potayto, potahto,” Satoru says with a roll of his eyes. “Do you really think I disable my technique every time I reach out for you? It’s automated, Suguru, remember?”

“So I—don’t register for Limitless?” Suguru breathes out and he can’t stop himself, he reaches out and ghosts his fingertips over Satoru’s cheek.

His skin is smooth and warm and there’s no trace of Limitless.

“You don’t,” Satoru says, his voice noticeably higher than it usually is.

“But the wrench? You said you automated it based on velocity and mass. It should have registered as a threat.”

“It was thrown by you,” Satoru simply says, as if he isn’t overthrowing Suguru’s entire world with this revelation.

“You trust me,” Suguru breathes out and Satoru pulls a face.

“Come on, Suguru, of course I trust you. We’re a duo, right?”

“No, you—” Suguru takes a deep breath. “You trust me.”

He means to say ‘You love me’ but can’t quite find it in him yet but the distinction must be clear to Satoru now because he goes bright red in the face and Suguru didn’t even know he could blush like that.

“So what if I do?” he finally bites out, crossing his arms in front of his chest as if that could keep Suguru away if Limitless already doesn’t help him there.

But Suguru is not one to be kept away, not by Satoru, so he simply steps forward and pulls Satoru into a hug.

“I trust you, too,” Suguru whispers into Satoru’s ear and it only takes Satoru a second to reciprocate the hug.

“I should hope so,” he sniffs out, but Suguru feels how tightly he’s holding on to him and he knows that for all his bravado, Satoru was still worried about this.

Just like Suguru was. And Suguru thinks it’s only fair that he gives Satoru a secret of his own.

“I like all the sweets you bring, because you bring them for me,” he whispers into Satoru’s silky soft hair and when his breath hits his skin a shudder runs through Satoru.

“Noted,” he wheezes out and Suguru chuckles before he presses a chaste kiss to his throat.

“Come on, lets exorcise this damn curse and then I’ll take you out for dinner, alright?”

“A date?” Satoru asks, moving away from Suguru.

“A date,” he agrees and briefly cups Satoru’s cheek in his hand. “But work first.”

“Fine. I’ll obliterate this curse,” Satoru breathes out and immediately gets going.

Suguru can do nothing but stare fondly after him and by the time he catches up to Satoru the curse is already long gone. It was Satoru’s quickest work yet and Suguru has never before seen him this motivated.

He’ll have to promise him dates more often in the future it seems, not that it’s going to be much of a hardship.

Suguru will promise him the world, if Satoru lets him, after all.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #love confessions #fluff #getting together #awkwardness #just boys in love

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BeeTober 2023 Day 23 - Moonstone

Satoru wakes up with his head pillowed in Suguru’s lap. It’s most certainly not the position he fell asleep in, because he was alone in his room when he started to watch a show on TV and he must have fallen asleep sitting up.

Suguru being there is new and he must have moved Satoru around until he could sleep easier with his head in Suguru’s lap. Warmth bubbles up in Satoru’s chest and for a moment it feels as if he’s going to choke on it.

“When did you get here?” Satoru asks once he’s sure his voice will hold and Suguru looks down at him.

It’s only then that Satoru realises that the incredibly comforting feeling of someone carding their fingers through his hair must be Suguru as well.

There it is again, that choking warmth.

“A while ago,” Suguru simply says, not stopping his movements for a second and Satoru cranes his head to look at the clock.

He lost two hours and he doesn’t dare to think about Suguru sitting here for two hours, letting him sleep and being sweet on him.

“Please tell me you didn’t let me drool on you for two hours,” Satoru whines out and turns around to hide his face in Suguru’s leg.

“You only started drooling in the last half hour,” Suguru gives back, voice teasing and light and even the thought that Suguru let him sleep like that for at least half an hour is enough to bring a blush to Satoru’s face.

“You should have woken me up,” he grumbles because he’s not sure he can take this much softness.

“You seemed tired, though,” Suguru says, his fingers still moving steadily through Satoru’s hair. “You need to sleep more. I know you skip out more often than not because you think you can, but your brain is going to implode one of these days if you don’t give it a chance to rest.”

Satoru hums at that because he wasn’t aware that Suguru had noticed. His reverse technique makes it unnecessary to sleep like a normal person and Satoru has taken shameless advantage of that for a while now.

“Maybe you’re right, wouldn’t want to get stupid,” Satoru muses and a soft, fluttery feeling spreads out in his chest when Suguru chuckles and playfully tugs on a strand of Satoru’s hair.

“You mean more stupid,” he corrects him and Satoru pouts up at him.

“That was so uncalled for,” he whines and Suguru laughs.

“You ran right into that one,” he gives back and Satoru can’t even deny that.

“Don’t you have anything to do today?” Satoru asks after a while, simply basking in Suguru’s company and the steady motion on his head.

“Nah, took the day off, Yaga can suck it,” Suguru replies and it’s so unlike him to say that, that Satoru barks out a laugh.

“Never thought I’d get to hear you of all people say that.”

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it? He’s working us to the bone and I’ve missed you.”

Suguru says it as if it doesn’t cost him anything, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and Satoru feels as if he’s going to melt into the couch.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he whispers back, certain that he’s allowed to say it because Suguru said it first.

Suguru smiles at him when he hears it and Satoru fights the urge to hide his face again. Suguru can’t just do that and not think about Satoru’s poor, stumbling heart.

“Your hair is like moonlight,” Suguru mutters eventually, dragging Satoru back from the edge of sleep. “As if someone took it, spun it into strands and put it all on your head.”

Satoru isn’t quite sure if he’s still supposed to hear that or if Suguru thinks he’s fallen back asleep, and so he stays quiet. It’s not hard with how content he feels in that moment and that is the last thought he has before he falls back asleep.

When he wakes up again, he’s in bed, Suguru curled up in front of him and Satoru almost chokes on his next breath. He has thought about Suguru in his bed far more often than he’d like to admit—and it’s never been as innocent as this—but to come face to face with that reality is leaving him floundering.

At least right until Suguru’s eyelids start to flutter, because that prompts Satoru to immediately fall immobile again, completely content to watch Suguru slowly wake up.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Satoru whispers when Suguru’s eyes meet his and it feels a little bit like dying when Suguru smiles softly at him.

“Morning,” he rasps out, clearly not yet fully awake because he reaches out and pulls Satoru closer to himself.

“What are you doing?” Satoru squeaks out, his heart hammering away in his chest, but Suguru seems entirely unfazed.

“Missed you,” he repeats again, as if that would explain why they are suddenly cuddling in Satoru’s bed.

“You should have woken me up then,” Satoru manages to get out. “It’s not often that we get an afternoon together, why would you let me sleep?”

“Looked so peaceful,” Suguru quietly says, that same smile still on his face even though his eyes slide shut again. “Didn’t have the heart to.”

“You’re an idiot,” Satoru chides him because he’d rather have spent the entire night awake with Suguru than sleep all their time together away.

“Mh, your idiot, though,” Suguru mumbles into the pillow and he must know what he’s doing to Satoru’s poor heart.

“What does that make us then?” Satoru stutters out and when his mind catches up to how his question could be interpreted he quickly rushes on: “Not a pair of the strongest sorcerers but what? A duo of a stupid boy and an idiot? Doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.”

“Doesn’t matter as long as we’re together,” Suguru softly says and then pulls Satoru impossibly closer. “Sleep some more, it’s still early.”

Satoru cranes his head to look over Suguru at the clock and it’s decidedly not early anymore but who is he to argue with Suguru? So he lays back down, resting their foreheads back together and it should be peaceful, but then a strand of Satoru’s hair falls into his eyes and it’s obstructing his view of Suguru’s face and he can’t have that.

He moves to pushes the offending strand away but Suguru catches his hand in his before he can move too much.

“Stop moving,” Suguru chides him, blinking one eye open. “What are you doing?”

“This stupid strand is annoying me,” Satoru complains and tries to blow it out of his face, though he doesn’t have much success. “Maybe I should just cut them all off. A buzzcut would surely work on me, right?”

“Everything works on you,” Suguru gives back without missing a beat and reaches up to brush Satoru’s hair out of his face himself. “But leave your moonlight hair alone, it’s too pretty to cut off.”

Satoru splutters at that, because how can Suguru just say something like that and by the time his brain rebooted enough to let him think of a reply Suguru has clearly fallen back asleep.

“You’re too pretty,” he still childishly says and then burrows down to sleep some more himself, cuddled close to his one and only.

~*~*~

Satoru feels stupid staring through the window into the jewellery shop but he can’t bring himself to go inside yet. His idea is only half cooked—like most of them are—but this is actually important and so he can’t fuck this up.

He’s about to leave, thinking he might need to think about this entire thing a little bit more when something catches his eye.

‘Moonstone ring’ the little tag says and from where Satoru stands the colour of the stone looks exactly like the colour of his hair.

And maybe this is just perfect and entirely what he needs.

His mind made up he makes his way into the shop and fifteen minutes later he leaves, a ring tucked away in the pocket over his heart.

It’s probably not going to fit Suguru because that would just be his luck and he did in fact have to eyeball the size, but then it hits Satoru what he just did.

He bought a ring for Suguru. He bought a ring for his best friend because even though they have been cuddling for more days in the week than not there still hasn’t been any declaration of what they are to each other besides best friends.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Satoru whispers, rubbing a hand over his face and acutely feeling the weight of the ring in his pocket.

It’s such a stupid idea. It’s probably going to break whatever kind of balance they have right now and Satoru feels like crying just thinking about sleeping alone in his bed again.

Luckily, there’s an easy solution to his problem: he’s simply never going to give Suguru the ring. He doesn’t know about it, and he really doesn’t have to know about it and then Satoru and his stupid, fragile heart will be safe.

His mind made up like that, he makes his way back to the school, his feet directly carrying him to Suguru’s room instead of his own, because Satoru knows Suguru has the afternoon off and so there is no way he’s going to spend it alone in his own room.

He doesn’t knock, because he never does anymore, these days, and he freezes in his steps when he finds Suguru on the bed, reading like he so often does on his days off, and he doesn’t even seem surprised to see Satoru and instead smiles softly at him.

“Welcome back,” he greets him and just that is enough to make every conscious thought fly out of Satoru’s head.

“I brought you a gift,” Satoru blurts out, no longer in control over his mouth—and his body it seems, because his hand reaches up to take the ring out of his pocket.

“Oh?” Suguru inquires, putting the book aside and sitting at the edge of the bed, clearly intrigued by Satoru’s words.

Satoru starts sweating almost immediately, because how does he even give this to Suguru without making it weird but then Suguru holds his hand out and Satoru has no choice but to drop the ring there.

“Oh,” Suguru breathes out, this time clearly surprised and Satoru scratches the back of his head.

“It’s a moonstone,” he explains, aware that he’s going to fall into a ramble to stop this from becoming weird and awkward. “You said my hair reminds you of moonlight and this has the colour of my hair and I just thought maybe you’d want it? I mean, you don’t have to, of course, I just thought—”

“Yes,” Suguru interrupts him, his eyes shining brightly when he looks up at Satoru.

“Yes, you want it?” Satoru carefully asks because he never imagined this.

“Yes, I’m going to marry you,” Suguru replies and Satoru feels as if something in his head breaks down, even as his heart is trying to find a way out of his chest.

“What?” he wheezes and Suguru laughs.

It’s such a happy sound, such a beautiful sound that Satoru laments the fact that he can’t spun it into something tangible to drown himself in.

“You could have just asked for a date first, but it’s so very you to skip all those steps,” Suguru fondly says, his eyes glued to the ring again. “But I’m still saying yes.” He holds the ring out and this is so much more fitting to what Satoru imagined that he expects him to give it back and says sorry for a second. “Put it on me?”

“Suguru,” Satoru breathes out because this still doesn’t make that much sense but when Suguru continues to look at him he can’t do anything but do as he was asked to.

He’s surprised to find that the ring fits and his stomach feels as if it’s going to burst with butterflies when he sees it on Suguru’s hand.

“Are you going to take me out on a date, too?” Suguru then asks, that familiar, teasing smirk on his face and Satoru splutters.

“I didn’t mean to—“

“Propose? I know,” Suguru easily says as he gets up from the bed and pulls Satoru close. “But we might as well already be dating and I am more than happy to skip to our happy end like that. How about you?”

“If you think you can date me without kissing me, you’re thoroughly mistaken, Geto Suguru!” Satoru exclaims because he will not have his boyfriend—fiancé?—deny him that.

“All you needed to do was ask, Geto Satoru,” Suguru cheekily gives back and leans in for a quick peck.

It’s good that he doesn’t do anything else because Satoru is still blinking into nothing.

“Geto Satoru?” he finally whispers and Suguru laughs again.

“Of course. Your family sucks. You’re not going to keep that name and my parents are actually awesome and will happily adopt you in.”

It sounds as if he already has their entire future planned out and Satoru loves him so much it almost hurts.

“I love you,” he breathes out because he doesn’t know what else to do with that feeling inside of him and he is rewarded with Suguru’s most blinding smile yet.

“I love you, too,” he gives back and then, finally, leans in for a real kiss.

It takes them a while to get to that first date, but neither of them mind it much. They have all the time in the world, after all.

#bt writes #jjk #beetober23 #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fluff #getting together #love confession #marriage proposal #cuddling and snuggling #soft

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Beetober 2023 Day 27 - Carnival

Suguru is enjoying a relaxing evening on the couch when his peace and quiet is being rudely interrupted by Satoru marching into the room as if it’s his.

“You used the wrong door,” Suguru mildly says without looking away from the TV but of course Satoru is not derailed by that.

“Suguru! What are we doing?” he asks, flopping down on the couch, his long limbs immediately sprawled out in every direction which unfortunately means his legs end up on Suguru’s lap.

“I was enjoying a rare night off,” he pointedly says, but of course Satoru doesn’t pick up on the hint.

“If you’re free, let’s spend it together.”

Suguru sighs. This is exactly what he didn’t want to do. Every once in a while he needs a short break from Satoru, if only to reset his aching heart. He loves Satoru just a little bit too much to easily endure all the physical contact Satoru bestows him with and it always goes to his head just a little bit when Satoru’s entire focus is on him.

Just like it is right now. Satoru might still be wearing his glasses, but Suguru can tell that his eyes are fixed on him and he doubts it has much to do with Satoru’s innate technique.

“How about, and here me out here, we spend one evening alone. Just one. Just for tonight,” he tries and immediately knows it won’t have any effect.

“Why, you’ve got a date?” Satoru asks him as if Suguru could ever go out and look for anyone else when Satoru is right there and holding his entire being in the palm of his hand.

“No.”

“Then I don’t see the issue,” Satoru pouts and Suguru sighs.

“Of course you don’t,” he whispers and chides himself when his traitorous hand wraps around Satoru’s ankle, keeping his legs exactly where they are. “Fine, stay, then. But we’re watching what I want to, tonight,” Suguru says, louder this time and fights the urge to smother Satoru in kisses when he beams at him.

Suguru doesn’t even know why he even still tries, it’s not as if he can ever say no to Satoru anyway.

“Fine by me, as long as we do it together,” Satoru says as if watching TV alone would kill him. “What are we watching, though?” he then asks, squinting at the screen.

“Carnival in Brazil,” Suguru shortly gives back, unwilling to admit that he was mindlessly clicking through the programs, unable to settle on anything because not having Satoru there to trash talk any of these programs killed the entire point of watching TV in the first place for him.

Satoru’s ego is already big enough; he really doesn’t need to know that. And it’s way too close to a confession for Suguru’s comfort.

“Huh,” Satoru hums and wriggles himself deeper into the couch, clearly content to watch whatever. His legs stay in Suguru’s lap, though, and not only because Suguru still has his hand wrapped around them. Satoru doesn’t even try to move them and Suguru hates to admit just how much he likes that.

“What’s the big deal with that anyway?” Satoru mutters after five minutes. “It seems like such a pain.”

“It probably would be, for you,” Suguru agrees because the Six Eyes are straining enough as is on Satoru; a huge festival like that would probably make his head explode with pain in mere seconds. Or maybe his brain would melt with all the information he had to take in.

Either way, Suguru would be in no rush to drag him to something like that even though—

“You’re kind of missing out though,” he muses. “Maybe not on that particular one, but generally there are a lot of sweets being thrown around with things like that. You would have enjoyed that.”

“I’m not a kid, Suguru,” Satoru snaps back, so clearly he knows what Suguru is talking about and Suguru squeezes his ankle.

“Never said you were,” he shoots back. “Carnivals are for everyone. You could even still go as an adult without it being too weird.”

“How is that not weird?” Satoru mutters and Suguru shrugs.

“I think it involves more alcohol then.”

“Bah,” Satoru says with feeling and Suguru laughs.

It’s always kind of funny just how much Satoru hates alcohol, though it makes Suguru wonder if he ever tried the overly sweet cocktails. They seem right up Satoru’s alley, apart from the alcohol.

“Couldn’t even have gone as a kid,” Satoru goes on eventually. “Ignoring the fact that my family would have never let me go, I only started to eat sweets when I was no longer a kid.”

“You mean you were not born with a sweet in your mouth?” Suguru gasps in mock surprise and Satoru digs his heel into Suguru’s thigh.

“Rude.” Suguru squeezes Satoru’s ankle in turn. “Why did you start to eat your bodyweight in sweets anyway?”

“Cause my lessons bored me and I found that sugar helped with stimulating my brain.”

“But you were no longer a kid? So you started with nine, then?” Suguru deadpans because he knows how incredibly easy anything school related comes to Satoru.

And going by the way he sticks his tongue out at Suguru, he didn’t mature much since then. Maybe the sugar stunted his mental growth; it would explain a lot, Suguru muses.

“I was eight, actually,” Satoru admits then and even though Suguru wants to make a joke about that, the words die on his tongue.

He sometimes forgets what an incredibly lonely and fucked up childhood Satoru must have had and even though it hurts Suguru to hear about it, he always clings to these information. Satoru doesn’t often speak about his childhood.

“And already bored?”

“I think I was born bored,” Satoru quips and then shrugs. “Didn’t change until I got here.”

Now that is new information to Suguru because Satoru complains about being bored every other hour.

“How can you even say that when you whine my ear off about being bored out of your mind all the time?” Suguru asks and pokes Satoru’s thigh.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” Satoru gets out, trying to squirm away from Suguru but his hold on Satoru’s ankles is relentless and so there’s nowhere for him to go.

Suguru does take note of the fact that even now Satoru doesn’t activate Infinity, and his heart swells in his chest.

“It’s the truth, though,” Satoru pants out when Suguru finally stops assaulting him.

“What changed then? You still have lessons here and you’re still miles ahead of all of us. I mean, it’s good that you’re no longer bored, but how?” Suguru asks and then freezes when Satoru stares at him over the rim of his glasses.

“Because you’re here,” he says easily, as if it doesn’t cost him anything to say that, as if it doesn’t mean the world to Suguru. “I could never be bored with you around.”

Suguru’s mouth drops open, because it’s so close to what he truly wants to hear—so close in fact, that he thinks he might have a chance after all.

His mind is whirring and he hopes Satoru doesn’t notice how his hands sweat but by the time Suguru is in control over his mouth again, Satoru has already turned back to the TV.

Suguru sits in silence for a few more moments before he speaks again.

“If you’re no longer bored, and you only started to eat sweets to stave that off anyway, then why do we always have to go for something to eat after a mission?” he asks, because that is actually puzzling with everything else Satoru just revealed.

“What, I can’t crave a little bit of comfort after a mission? I did develop a sweet tooth, so even though I’m not dependant on sugar for entertainment, I crave it nonetheless.”

Something doesn’t add up here. Suguru frowns.

“But why always be so goddamn insistent? I know you have a stash of sweets in your room. You could just eat there.”

Satoru lets out a deep sigh.

“You really need me to spell it out for you, huh?” he then mutters and sits up, bringing his face close to Suguru’s.

“An explanation would be nice,” Suguru agrees faintly, though it’s hard to concentrate with Satoru this close to him.

“It’s because of you.”

“Huh?”

“You feel sick after missions, after swallowing curses. So we go out for something sweet to chase that feeling away.”

Suguru blinks at him.

He has never mentioned to anyone just how vile curses taste, how they rest heavy and disgusting in his stomach for days sometimes, how it makes it hard to eat something, anything. He also never mentioned to Satoru that it helps when they go out for something sweet immediately after a mission.

“How do you—“

“Please, Suguru, I know you. Of course I noticed.”

This makes three, Suguru faintly thinks; three times just in the last hour that Satoru has given him the feeling that maybe he’s not alone in this. And maybe it’s time for him to do something about it.

“But have you noticed this?” Suguru asks, and finally takes his hand away from Satoru’s leg, but only so he can take his glasses off. “I’m in love with you,” he simply says once Satoru’s piercing gaze is on him and even though there are butterflies in his stomach, he’s almost not nervous at all.

This is Satoru after all.

The way Satoru splutters at his words give Suguru his answer and it’s so Satoru to notice all these small things about Suguru and not notice the big metaphorical elephant in the room.

“Since when?” he finally wheezes out and Suguru smiles at him.

“Since always,” he easily says, because it certainly feels like it. He hardly can remember who he was before he loved Satoru.

“That’s just—how could I have not noticed that?”

“Good question,” Suguru gives back and then slightly tilts his head. “This doesn’t let me know if you feel the same, though,” he then says, even though he’s reasonably sure about Satoru’s feelings because the red colour in his face alone gives him away.

“Well, I basically just confessed twice to you, so take an educated guess,” Satoru huffs out but Suguru corrects him.

“Three times, actually.” He only elaborates when Satoru raises an eyebrow in question. “You didn’t turn on Infinity when I poked you.”

“Infinity is always on, you just don’t register for it,” Satoru informs him, as if Suguru could love him any more than he already does.

“Four times, now,” he whispers and leans in to brush their lips together. “I have some catching up to do.”

“You literally make my existence worth it, how much more do you want to catch up?” Satoru whines out, tangling his fingers in Suguru’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss again.

He doesn’t give Suguru a chance to say anything to his declaration and Suguru thinks that might be for the best because what does one even say to that?

So instead of finding words to express just how much he loves Satoru he vows to press his love into every inch of Satoru’s body and he’s going to get started right now. And with the way Satoru clings to him it doesn’t seem as if he has any complaints about that.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fluff #love confessions #getting together #first kiss #domestic #cuddling and snuggling #what it means to be known

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BeeTober 2023 Day 13 - Blooper

“And cut! That’s a wrap on that,” Director Yaga calls out and Suguru lets out a sigh. “Actually, that’s a wrap on everything,” Director Yaga continues and gives Suguru a thumbs up.

Right. This was the last scene they had to record for the movie, Suguru remembers now. They are done and Satoru isn’t even here. Suguru shakes his head at that because where did that thought even come from–he knows, oh how he knows–and smiles at Director Yaga.

“Thank you for your hard work,” Suguru politely says but Yaga waves him off. 

“No, thank you. That was excellent work. I hope to work together with you in the future.” There’s a notable pause. “And Gojo, I guess,” he then adds with a sigh and Suguru has to suppress a smile.

Satoru is not the easiest to work with mainly because he has too much energy for his own good, but he’s damn good at what he does.

“That reminds me,” Director Yaga mutters and turns around to look for something.

“Everything okay?” Suguru asks, tilting his head in question and he’s definitely looking forward to getting out of costume, because now that he’s no longer in character he definitely misses his bangs. Something is just missing without them.

“Yeah, yeah, I just have something for you,” Director Yaga says and when he turns back around there is a DVD in his hands. “Some scenes that didn’t make the cut. Thought you’d want to have it.”

Suguru doesn’t quite see how that relates to Satoru but he takes the DVD nonetheless.

“Thank you,” he gives back and wonders if Satoru gets his own version or if he’ll have to invite him over one of these days to watch them together.

He’ll find out, he guesses, his phone already blowing up with stupid memes from Satoru. He can just ask him later. They will all stay on the site for a few more days, just in case some footage got compromised or they need to reshoot something for other reasons so it’s not as if he can’t just invite Satoru over later, anyway.

But for now Suguru is looking forward to a quiet evening, where he can finally relax for once and maybe look through the scrapped scenes Director Yaga gave him.

He barely made it to his home when Shoko barges in, absolutely ignorant of Suguru’s wish for a quiet evening. 

“Ah, good, he gave it to you,” she says when she sees the DVD on the table and Suguru narrows his eyes at her.

“This is awfully suspicious,” he slowly says because he knows Shoko better than to think that she would care about some scrapped scenes. “What is this about?”

“Look for yourself,” she calls over her shoulder as she makes her way over to the kitchen, grabbing a drink for herself.

“You’re scaring me,” Suguru mutters because everything that puts Shoko into a slightly good mood is bound to sour his own–she thrives on his pain after all.

Her only response to that is a grin, which only makes Suguru more nervous. 

“Are you not going to watch it?” she asks, amusement still so very clear on her face and Suguru wants to burn the DVD right about now, if he’s being honest.

“I’m not sure anymore,” he honestly gives back because this can only spell trouble. But then again–Director Yaga gave this to him, so how much damage can this do, really?

“Aw, come on, I was looking forward to it,” Shoko says and Suguru gets the distinct impression that it’s not the DVD she’s looking forward to but more so his reaction to it.

Cold sweat breaks out on his forehead.

“This is going to be humiliating, right?” he mutters even as he puts the DVD in.

It starts with a black screen before a date is displayed on the screen and Suguru remembers that this was one of the very first days he and Satoru both were on set. He doesn’t think they had any scenes together that day, but he’s sure this mystery will be cleared up soon. And he’s proven right when he and Satoru show up on screen, though it’s not a scene from the movie. They are standing next to the snack table just goofing off and before Suguru can even process that the scene moves on.

“Are these bloopers?” he asks Shoko who sat down next to him by now.

“You could say that,” she cryptically gives back and Suguru fights the urge to turn the screen off.

His instinct is proven right when the next half hour is filled with nothing but him and Satoru talking to each other, laughing with each other and just goofing around in their down time.

“Fuck,” Suguru breathes out and flops down on the couch. “Fuck,” he says again, this time with more vehemence because he cannot believe how obvious he is with his crush. “Does everyone know?”

“That you two are fucking? Yes,” Shoko gives back with a shrug and Suguru shoots up from his position.

“We are not fucking!” 

“Huh,” Shoko disinterestedly says. “Could have fooled me.”

“No, Shoko, listen. We are not fucking. Gods, I wish we were but I know he doesn’t want that.”

“Oh dear,” Shoko says and now she sounds much more serious. “What do you mean he doesn’t want that? Did you watch the same scenes as I?”

“I did, that’s the problem,” Suguru groans out. “I didn’t know I’m so goddamn obvious about it, fuck. Do you think he knows?”

“If he did, you’d be boning by now,” Shoko mercilessly gives back and Suguru reaches out to smack her head but of course she moves out of the way before he can make contact.

“Don’t say that. It’s not like that.” Shoko levels him with a look. “For him,” Suguru amends, because it’s clearly more than obvious by now that he’s a lost cause when it comes to Satoru. 

Shoko’s look doesn’t let up at all.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she immediately replies and then whips her phone out. “Nothing at all.”

Her tone is happy enough that it immediately puts Suguru on edge.

“What are you doing?” he asks as she types away.

“Nothing,” she repeats and Suguru just knows that it’s going to be bad.

“Please tell me what you’re doing,” he groans out, covering his face with his hands. 

“I am doing nothing at all.”

It gets less believable the more often she says it and Suguru realises with despair that there is nothing for him to do but to accept whatever horrible machinations she has put into place.

“Will you kill me before whatever you just did comes to pass?” he asks her, his face still covered in the childish hope that if he can’t see, maybe whatever is going to happen can’t find him.

“Nope. Just so you know, Yaga gave the same DVD to Gojo.” There’s a knock on the door just as Suguru flies up in a panic. “And that’s my que to leave.”

She gets up and deftly moves out of reach of Suguru’s hands who twitch with the urge to strangle her. When she opens the door Suguru’s stomach drops when he spots a way too familiar white mop of hair.

“Hey, Shoko!” Satoru greets her but she moves past him without a look.

“I’m going to meet Utahime, do not contact me for any reason.”

“But–you invited me here?” Satoru’s voice trails off before he turns around to Suguru. “What’s up with her?” he then asks and Suguru returns to his position on the couch.

Surely Satoru will just leave now that Shoko is gone, right?

“No fucking clue,” Suguru lies like the liar he is and his stomach flips when Satoru leans over the back of the couch.

“And what’s up with you?” he wants to know, his eyes sparkling in that way Suguru loves and his fingers twitch with the urge to cover his face again. 

Or maybe reach out to Satoru.

“Nothing,” Suguru gives back, channelling his inner Shoko, though he just knows that his voice is not at all believable.

“Mh, sure,” Satoru says and then he freezes when he spots something on the table.

Suguru knows exactly what it is because the only thing currently on the table that is of any relevance is the damned DVD case. Suguru watches how Satoru’s face goes through a quite interesting journey of expressions before it settles on closed off and it immediately puts a frown on Suguru’s face. Satoru is never closed off when he’s with him. Suguru doesn’t like it.

“I see,” Satoru whispers and stands up straight again. “I’ll get out of your hair then.”

He starts to turn away from Suguru and that finally spurs him into action. He shoots up and his hand just barely manages to snatch Satoru’s in his.

“Satoru,” he gets out and it’s at least enough to stop him.

“What?” Satoru asks when Suguru stays silent, nerves stealing his voice away.

“Don’t go,” he eventually says, and even though Satoru still has his back to him, he doesn’t move away and more importantly, he doesn’t take his hand back.

Maybe he even curls his fingers around Suguru’s but that could also just be his imagination.

“And why shouldn’t I?” Satoru asks, his shoulders rising up to his ears and Suguru realises he’s nervous. Maybe just as nervous as Suguru is, but then Shoko’s words ring in his ears again.

She thought they’d been fucking all this time. She said it’s kind of very obvious and she wasn’t just talking about Suguru. So maybe, just maybe–

“Because I don’t want you to,” Suguru says and adjusts his grip on Satoru’s hand so that it’s more like hand-holding instead of simply stopping him from leaving. His heart beats dangerously in his chest when Satoru goes along with it.

“But you’ve seen it,” Satoru whispers out and Suguru wonders where the loud, boisterous, way too full of himself Satoru went.

It seems that even he is not exempt from being nervous every now and then.

“I have,” he agrees. “And according to Shoko this is Directo Yaga’s way of letting us know that everyone knows we’re fucking.”

Satoru flinches.

“But you don’t–” he trails off when Suguru squeezes his hand.

“And I thought you don’t,” he softly gives back and that is finally enough to get Satoru to turn back around to him. 

“Why the hell wouldn’t I?” he demands to know and Suguru tries his best to keep a straight face.

“Well, why the hell wouldn’t I?” he shoots back and properly threads their fingers together, growing more confident by the second that it will be welcome.

A smile starts to creep up on Satoru’s face before it turns into one of horror and Suguru’s heart misses a beat.

“Do you mean to tell me that we could have been fucking all this time!” Satoru yells out and it startles a laugh out of Suguru.

Trust him to focus on that, he fondly thinks and then pulls on Satoru’s hand until he gets with the program and climbs over the back of the couch to lay on Suguru. He’s lighter than Suguru expected him to be with all the sweets he usually stuffs into himself and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him.

“Could have been doing this all this time, too,” he whispers into Satoru’s soft hair and Satoru goes boneless on top of him with a sigh.

“True,” he mutters and then digs his bony chin into Suguru’s sternum to look at him.

Suguru wonders if his heart will ever get used to having that gaze directed at him. He hopes not.

“So, feelings,” Satoru says and Suguru groans. 

“Do we have to?” he wants to know because it’s not as if Satoru is very forthcoming with his feelings on a normal basis. He’d rather hide all of them behind fake cheer instead of opening up to anyone else.

“We wasted weeks, so I think yes,” Satoru gives back and Suguru wonders if he’s ever seen him look this soft before. 

“Fine, feelings then. I have some. For you,” Suguru cheekily says and in retaliation Satoru digs his chin more firmly in. “Ouch, Satoru, what the hell.”

“Be serious,” Satoru whines out and Suguru can feel himself soften at that.

“I am,” he promises and moves his hand so he can scratch Satoru’s scalp. “I have feelings for you. I’m in love with you,” he admits and with Satoru’s gaze on him like that it’s almost not hard at all.

“Like you should be,” Satoru says, but he can’t fool Suguru. He felt how his breath stuttered in his chest at the admission. 

“So I take it’s one sided then?” Suguru asks though he knows the answer.

It might be nice to hear it, though.

“Not quite,” Satoru admits and moves his head, putting his ear right over Suguru’s heart. “I’m in love with you, too.”

He must have heard how Suguru’s heart stumbled at that but he doesn’t comment on it. Suguru keeps the scratching motion up and he hopes he’ll get to hold Satoru like this for the rest of their lives.

“Want to watch our best of again?” Satoru asks after a while and Suguru snorts out a laugh.

“Our best of?”

“It’s like a documentation of us falling in love, isn’t it?” he wonders and it takes Suguru’s breath away to think of it like that. He should probably thank Director Yaga and the team for this, later.

“Kinda, yeah,” he agrees and fishes for the control to press play. 

Now with Satoru in his arms like that it’s actually quite a fun watch and Suguru finds himself wondering if they’ll play this at their wedding. 

But that is a thought for much later, he decides and presses a kiss to Satoru’s forehead before he concentrates back on the screen to see it all unfold.

#bt writes #jjk #beetober23 #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #no powers #actor au #pining #fluff #getting together

[bloody-bee-tea]

BeeTober 2023 Day 10 - Agreement

Albedo is in the middle of an experiment when Kaeya comes into the lab. He hasn’t been here often, so of course he immediately has all of Albedo’s attention.

It’s not as if they are friends, really, but they are friendly enough with each other that Albedo doesn’t immediately suspect work as the sole reason for Kaeya to come here. They’ve talked about private things before—hardly unavoidable with both their histories—and they shared lunch once or twice.

They are on a good way to be friends and so Albedo gives Kaeya a smile when he steps more firmly into the room.

Kaeya’s face tells him that this is not a completely friendly visit, though. And Albedo is proven right when Kaeya speaks.

“Can we talk for a moment?” he asks and his eyes dart to Sucrose, who pretends to the best of her abilities to not be there. “In private?”

“Sure,” Albedo says with a frown. “Your office?”

“Perfect,” Kaeya shortly says and walks right back out, not even waiting for Albedo to catch up to him.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Albedo tells Sucrose, who almost spills the fluid she’s using in her own experiment at being addressed directly.

“Alright,” she whispers out and Albedo knows that she wants to offer to leave, so they can talk here, but that’s hardly necessary, when Kaeya’s office is two doors down and definitely empty.

Kaeya is already waiting for him when Albedo closes the door behind him and he turns towards him with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Listen, this might sound strange but we’ve been getting close, right?” Kaeya asks and Albedo nods, because they have.

They are on their best way to be good friends, Albedo guesses and he likes that thought. He doesn’t have many friends. Or any, really.

“Okay, so—” Kaeya takes a deep breath before he goes on, “You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

At that Albedo blinks.

“Excuse me?”

“Like I said, it must sound strange to you, but you’re not allowed to, alright. We can be close-ish and all and we can even be friends, but you cannot fall in love with me. Are we in agreement about that?”

“Where is this coming from?” Albedo asks because not once did he think of Kaeya like that before.

Did he overstep somehow? Human interactions are still sometimes strange to him, so it’s entirely possible but he thought Kaeya would tell him directly if that were the case.

This feels different.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kaeya dismissively says. “Just, agree and we can move on, alright?”

“No, not alright,” Albedo snaps out. “You’re not going to dictate what I can and can’t feel. I’m here to grow and experiencing human emotions in all their entirety is a part of that. I will not allow you to decide who I can fall in love with.”

“Albedo—” Kaeya starts but now Albedo is mad that Kaeya even thought he would agree to this.

“No. What brought this on?” Albedo crosses his arms in front of his chest, and since he’s still positioned close to the door it’s not as if Kaeya could simply leave to avoid the conversation even though that clearly is what he’d like to do.

Albedo thinks that if he wants to leave so badly, he’ll need to jump out of the window. He wouldn’t put it past Kaeya but he still doesn’t move.

“Nothing,” Kaeya quickly says and Albedo gives him an unimpressed look.

“If you make a request that unreasonable you better have a good reason for it,” Albedo tells him and he’s content to wait him out until the truth spills out of Kaeya.

Kaeya might be good at getting information out of people by flirting and lowering their inhibitions but Albedo learned that most people are uncomfortable with prolonged silences and will simply tell him what he wants to know so they can leave.

It might not be the most refined technique but it usually works.

Just like today.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kaeya mutters, much sooner than Albedo expected him to if he’s being honest.

“If you are jumping to conclusions about my feelings and trying to dissuade me from something that hasn’t even happened yet it clearly does. So maybe try again.”

Kaeya lets out a harsh breath before he turns away from Albedo. He moves closer to the window, and Albedo is almost on the move, trying to stop him from throwing himself out of it but Kaeya simply stares out of the window.

“It’s just—” It seems as if Kaeya has some trouble finding the words for this but Albedo is still content to wait him out, let him sort through his thoughts so he can explain this in a way that will make sense to Albedo.

Not that he thinks there is a way to make Kaeya’s unreasonable request reasonable, but it can’t hurt to let Kaeya try. And Albedo has to admit that by now he’s quite curious, too.

“The people I care for, they get hurt or die, one way or another,” Kaeya whispers and Albedo doesn’t know his entire backstory, but he knows enough to understand where he’s coming from. “That shouldn’t happen to you.”

It’s—an odd consideration Kaeya shows him here, that much Albedo will admit, but there’s a fundamental flaw in his logic.

“To be quite frank, that sounds like a you problem, though,” Albedo says, and he does feel a little bad when Kaeya flinches. “You make it sound as if the people you care for suffer that fate, not the other way round. So shouldn’t you promise me that you’re not going to fall in love with me?”

Albedo thinks maybe the words he said were too harsh when he sees how Kaeya’s face falls, when he sees the desperation take over but he doesn’t know how to take them back.

Isn’t even sure if he really wants to, because when they get down to it, when they follow Kaeya’s logic on this, they are still true.

Kaeya doesn’t say anything though and in the end Albedo sighs.

“Listen, Kaeya, I don’t care. Fate is not a thing I put much trust in, so agree to disagree on this, alright? We can forget about this too, if you’d rather have that.”

“You’ll regret this,” Kaeya whispers, still without turning back to him but Albedo simply shrugs.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Only time will tell.”

“How can you be so—nonchalant about something like that?” Kaeya wants to know and he sounds envious though Albedo is sure that he won’t like the answer Albedo has for him.

The only reason he can be this nonchalant about potential doom is because nothing bad happened to him yet; he doesn’t know how much it hurts or how thoroughly something can destroy a life. It’s clear that Kaeya does, though, so of course he’d try anything to avoid going through something similar.

“I don’t know,” Albedo lies to him because he thinks it might be the kinder option. “I’ll go back to my experiment now, if there’s nothing else?”

Kaeya stays stubbornly quiet at that and so Albedo takes his leave for now.

There’s much to think about, but he will make sure to find Kaeya for lunch tomorrow. Albedo is not going to let some potential disaster destroy something he enjoys.

~*~*~

Albedo waits until they made their way to Windrise, Klee running through the water and laughing her adorable, slightly worrying laugh before he turns to Kaeya.

“Can I say something?” Albedo asks, and grins when Kaeya barely spares him a glance, too focused on making sure that Klee is safe.

“Sure,” he distractedly gives back. “Hey, Klee, careful! Stay in our sight, alright?”

“Alright, big brother Kaeya!” she screams back and then prompts disappears behind some hill.

“This girl, honestly,” Kaeya mutters as he gets up. “One moment, okay, I’m just going to make sure she’s alright.”

“Sure,” Albedo gives back, trying to hide his amusement, because this is simply proving the point he’s going to make to Kaeya.

He watches fondly how Kaeya runs after her and then promptly gets roped into some game Klee came up with on the spot. It will be a while until Kaeya comes back, Albedo knows that from experience, so he concentrates on the canvas he has in front of him.

A picture of Kaeya and Klee seems like the only viable option this afternoon and even though he can draw them both from memory, Albedo leans around his canvas from time to time, simply to watch them.

Both Kaeya and Klee are soaked from head to toe and Albedo wonders not for the first time how her bombs still work even when they are wet. He’ll have to ask her about it one day, he decides and then promptly gets distracted when Klee slips and falls into the water, making Kaeya laugh so hard that he falls in right after her.

Children, the both of them, Albedo thinks, with so much love that sometimes he wonders where he stores it all inside himself.

Kaeya only comes back to him when Klee has tired herself out and she’s already half asleep on his hip by the time he makes it to their blanket.

“Sorry,” Kaeya sheepishly says, clearly remembering that Albedo wanted to talk about something but he still takes the time to gently lay her down and cover her with a second blanket they brought, for exactly this case.

It’s not the first time Kaeya tucked her in like that—far from it actually—but Albedo still doesn’t tire of seeing him be so soft and gentle with her.

“Okay, now. What did you want to talk about?” Kaeya finally asks as he gives Albedo his complete attention and it’s a testament to their relationship that Kaeya doesn’t even seem worried.

“Listen, I can’t help but to think,” Albedo starts and knows it was the complete wrong approach when Kaeya gives him a cheeky smile.

“Oh, that’s always dangerous,” he teases him and he looks so radiant in his happiness that Albedo wants to kiss him.

Maybe he’ll even be allowed soon.

“You love Klee,” Albedo says and he doesn’t even phrase it as a question because even a blind man can see how Kaeya adores the little girl.

“I do,” Kaeya says, his face softening as he looks over to her.

“And she loves you, too,” Albedo says, because that, too, is more than obvious.

“It would seem that way, yes.” He looks back at Albedo, now a frown on his face. “Is this what you wanted to talk about?”

“Remember that talk we had, where you told me not to fall in love with you?” Albedo asks him and he can pinpoint the exact moment Kaeya remembers, because his face closes off.

“What about it?”

“I told you then, that it’s a you problem, right? And you already love Klee, so you definitely have to fight fate should it come knocking on your door with some calamity.”

“Klee is not going to get hurt,” Kaeya rushes out as if Albedo could be worried about that.

He knows that Kaeya would rather kill himself than let anything happen to her.

“I know that. You clearly know it, too, because you’re going to protect her.”

“Of course I will.”

“Okay, then,” Albedo says with a nod and now comes the part that has his heart beating faster in his own chest.

He doesn’t think he read all of this wrong, but a last bit of doubt is left nonetheless.

“Then what stops you from loving me, too, if you already have to fight fate for Klee? What’s one more person, right?”

Kaeya stares at him, his mouth slightly open and Albedo goes on.

“I didn’t agree to your stupid proposal back then, if you remember, and these days I find that I’m glad about that.”

“Albedo—”

“Because I did fall in love with you. I’m pretty sure that agreement wouldn’t have stopped me from doing that anyway, but at least like this I don’t have to feel guilty about it.”

“Would you stop talking?” Kaeya finally gets out and Albedo is surprised to see a faint blush on his cheeks.

He didn’t know Kaeya could blush.

“Why? Do you not like what you’re hearing?”

“How can you just say it like that?” Kaeya wants to know, his voice strangled as he buries his face in his hands.

“Why shouldn’t I if it’s true?”

“By the Seven, petal, you’re killing me.”

The nickname is new, and it makes Albedo smile.

“That’s not my intention,” he honestly says, and for some reason that makes Kaeya chuckle.

“I wouldn’t just fight fate for you,” Kaeya finally admits and moves his hands off his face. “I would fight the Seven as well.”

 “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kaeya whispers and reaches out to take Albedo’s hand in his. “I’m in love with you, too, you know?”

“Yeah, thought so,” Albedo cheekily gives back, even though his heart is threatening to beat right out of his chest with happiness and it only gets worse when Kaeya laughs at that.

“You’re insufferable. You were back then, too.”

“Must be a good quality of mine, then, if you still fell for me.”

“One of the ones I like best. Just like all other qualities of yours,” Kaeya immediately replies and he seems so earnest about it that now it’s Albedo’s turn to blush.

“Okay but for real,” he says as he tries to get himself back under control. “You know nothing bad is going to happen to me or Klee just because you love us, right?” he can’t help but to ask because this has bothered him ever since Kaeya came to him with that stupid proposal.

“We’ll see,” Kaeya noncommittally says and Albedo squeezes his hand because he can see the worry in his eye.

“We’re not helpless. We can take care of ourselves and we have you to take care of us, too. We’ll be perfectly safe. I promise. And I still don’t think much of fate, so I doubt we have anything to worry over.”

“Now you’re just tempting fate,” Kaeya moans out and then tugs on Albedo’s hand to pull him close. “Promise me, petal, if you ever think that being with me is hurting you or Klee, you’ll leave.”

Albedo doesn’t like this, because Kaeya still thinks so badly about himself, but it’s something he can agree wholeheartedly to since in his mind, as long as Kaeya is not actively attacking them, there isn’t anything to worry about.

“That is a proposal I can agree to,” Albedo says and presses a kiss to Kaeya’s chin. “Because it will never come to that.”

“Okay,” Kaeya whispers and Albedo knows how much it means that he decides to trust Albedo on this.  “Now, here’s one more proposal,” he then says with a suggestive eyebrow waggle and Albedo blinks at him.

“Kaeya, no!” he rushes out because he cannot mean what Albedo thinks he means. It’s way too early for marriage!

Kaeya bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying the shock on Albedo’s face and he topples them both over on the blanket, arranging Albedo to his liking until they are facing each other.

“A little bit early for that, petal,” Kaeya whispers into the scant space between them. “I was about to propose we go to my place afterwards, so I can make you two dinner.”

“You’re the worst,” Albedo complaints but he scoots closer until he can steal a kiss for himself before he rests their foreheads together. “But I agree.”

“Mh,” Kaeya hums and slings his arms around Albedo. “You better sound more enthusiastic when I propose for real,” he mumbles with his eyes closed as if it’s already a given that that is going to happen one day and Albedo wonders just how much he really believes that he’s going to hurt them if he already thinks this far.

Or maybe, he simply trusts Albedo enough to believe him when he says there’s nothing to worry about.

“I will be,” Albedo promises him and then closes his eyes, too.

It’s an agreement Albedo can get behind and it’s not long before they both fall asleep, a smile on their faces and thoughts of their future in their dreams.

#bt writes #beetober23 #genshin impact #kaebedo #albedo #kaeya #klee #found family #fate #hurt/comfort #getting together #love confessions

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BeeTober 2023 Day 28 - Shower curtain

Suguru wakes up disgruntled on the couch. His neck hurts, his arm is asleep and he’s vaguely cold, because Satoru acts as if his room is a bigger fridge, and none of these things help to make him feel better. He just wanted to take a quick break as he waited for Satoru to come back but clearly his body had different plans.

And clearly Satoru doesn’t care for him at all, because Suguru hears the shower running which means Satoru must have walked right past him.

“Great,” Suguru mutters as he shakes his arm in hopes to bring feeling back to it. “Just great.”

He rolls his head around too, trying to soften his neck up again and his mood takes another hit when hair tumbles over his face.

“Fucking great,” he hisses, his hair wild and unbound and it’s just serving to annoy Suguru even more. He is very certain that he had it all tied up when he laid down, though, so the hair tie should still be around somewhere.

He fishes around the couch cushions and lets out a triumphant grunt when he finds it, quickly putting his hair back into its usual bun. He immediately feels better, but then a new problem rears its head.

Suguru really has to pee. The shower is still running, though and Suguru knows Satoru well enough that this could take forever, though he has no chance to gauge the time. 

He’s not going to wait for Satoru to finish his luxury spa day, though, so he’ll just have to be quick about it; it’s not even as if he’s going to see anything since Satoru will be safely behind the shower curtain and he probably won’t even notice him.

Suguru ignores the thoughts that a stark naked Satoru will be right there and instead slips into the bathroom. He’ll be in and out, no problem at all. Suguru doesn’t even make it to the toilet before Satoru turns off the water though and just a second later the shower curtain is being pulled to the side, meaning Suguru comes face to face with Satoru.

Who immediately screams as if he is being murdered before he yanks the shower curtain back, effectively hiding behind it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Satoru screeches but Suguru is too dumbstruck to reply.

Satoru is all lanky limbs and smooth, white skin, that much Suguru knows. What he doesn’t know is what that black spot on his chest is.

“What’s that on your chest?” he eventually gets out, his mind still racing.

“What’s what–Suguru! That really doesn’t matter right now, what the hell are you doing in here?”

“I need to pee.”

“Then go to your own fucking room, oh my god,” Satoru groans out but Suguru is still stuck on that dark spot he saw.

“Satoru, what is that on your chest?” he asks again and he has half a mind to reach out and tear the shower curtain away, so he can inspect it for himself.

“It’s a tattoo, what else would it be,” Satoru snaps out and Suguru’s hand instinctively moves to his own hip bone.

Satoru having a tattoo shouldn’t be quite so surprising and Suguru isn’t sure why he’s having such difficulties wrapping his head around it.

“Could you please just leave already?”

“What’s the motive?” Suguru finds himself asking, the mere second of the ink flashing on Satoru’s chest replaying in his mind over and over again.

“That’s none of your goddamn business, Suguru, get the hell out of here!”

“I–alright, alright, I’ll be in my room then, I guess,” he mutters and turns around on his heels to practically flee back to his own room. 

He had been looking forward to spending the evening together with Satoru but now he’s no longer sure if he even wants that; he needs to know that kind of motive Satoru deems important enough to permanently ink on his skin.

Satoru’s attention easily gets snatched up by all kinds of things and it’s hard to imagine that something piqued his interest enough for something like this. Suguru would have thought that Satoru would hate anything permanent on himself but clearly he has been wrong about that. Suguru isn’t one too judge, not with his own tattoo, and it’s not even like he is in any position to judge Satoru anyway, because it’s not as if Suguru had told him about his own tattoo either.

It’s just–

The need to know what’s marking Satoru permanently now burns in his mind.

“Fuck,” Suguru whispers as he finally uses the bathroom and his feelings only get more complex when he spots his own tattoo again.

It’s nothing fancy, just the outline of a lollipop, but it means so much to him that it almost feels as if he’s going to choke every time he sees it.

Satoru would probably laugh at him for it, if he even remembers at all and Suguru really is in no rush to have him make fun of this, not when meeting Satoru for the first time is still such an important memory for Suguru.

To this day Suguru still remembers the painfully surprised look on Satoru’s face when he’d offered him that lollipop, the careful way he reached out for it as if Suguru would snatch it away right before he could take it and then the absolutely delighted smile when Satoru got to taste it for the first time.

Suguru no longer remembers what kind of flavour it was and sometimes he chides himself for not paying better attention back then but they had been nine and they weren’t formally introduced either so it’s not really a surprise that he doesn’t remember.

He does—of course—remember the fluffy white hair and the piercing blue eyes; those are hard to forget and it had been quite the shock to meet Satoru again, here at the school.

Satoru doesn’t seem to remember him at all—and again, why would he—and so Suguru has never said anything. 

He still thinks often about how lonely Satoru had seemed, standing at the edge of the playground, simply watching the kids as if joining them to play wasn’t even an option for him. And with what Suguru knows about his childhood and his family now, that might as well be the case.

Suguru lets his head drop onto the backrest of the couch, covering his face with his hands.

It had felt like the most natural thing in the world, getting a tattoo of the lollipop, if only to remember that precious first smile he had ever gotten from Satoru.

Suguru is so incredibly fucked, it’s not even funny anymore, because just the memory has his heart beating fast in his chest. Satoru smiles a lot at him these days, so he should be used to it by now, but it steals his breath away every time, just like it did that very first time.

Suguru is still caught up in that memory when the door to his room flies open and Satoru barges in.

He takes one look at Suguru on the couch, before he comes over and kicks his legs. 

“Scoot over, asshole, letting me lay down is the least you can do right now.”

Suguru bites his tongue, swallowing the urge to apologise down but he does scoot over, just like Satoru demanded. Satoru doesn’t waste any time and flops himself down, his head neatly placed in Suguru’s lap and Suguru can’t help but to immediately sink his fingers into Satoru’s wispy hair.

“You do not simply barge into my bathroom unannounced,” Satoru says, staring up at Suguru, who playfully tugs at a strand.

“Didn’t know you were suddenly big on personal space,” Suguru teases, because if anyone, it’s Satoru who regularly disregards any kind of personal bubble when it comes to Suguru.

“I’m not,” Satoru huffs out and when he worries his lower lip with his teeth before he goes on, Suguru knows that this really bothers him. “I just–”

“You can just say that you don’t want me to see your tattoo, I’m not going to be mad about that,” Suguru interrupts him when it seems as if Satoru has problems finishing his thought.

“No, you’re just going to be disappointed and that’s so much worse,” he whines out and Suguru chuckles.

“I’m not going to be disappointed either, dummy. I can’t deny I’m curious, but it’s not as if you have to tell me.” He hesitates briefly before he goes on. “It’s not as if I told you about mine, either, so I really can’t judge you.”

“Yours?” Satoru yells out, shooting up and twisting around to stare at Suguru in betrayal. “You got a tattoo and didn’t tell me?”

“Yes? Same as you, it seems like,” he teases Satoru and immediately he feels better about this whole situation because he just knows that Satoru is going to be so much more bothered by this.

“That’s so mean, Suguru, how could you?” Satoru whines and flops back down again, burying his face in Suguru’s thigh. “Are you going to tell me?”

He sounds completely dejected and Suguru’s heart aches just at his tone but he will not be swayed.

“Are you going to tell me?” he shoots back and knows he has his answer when Satoru sighs.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier,” Satoru says after a moment of silence. “I was just startled.”

“It’s fine,” Suguru replies, getting back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair. “I’m not mad.”

“Good,” Satoru breathes out and goes completely lax.

Suguru enjoys their proximity for a while, letting Satoru rest and doing exactly what he wanted to do all evening: spending time with Satoru.

At least until he remembers something.

“Wait, I’ve got something for you,” Suguru says, scratching Satoru’s scalp and then leaning over the side of the couch to get his bag.

“Stop moving,” Satoru whines, like a disgruntled cat but he falls silent and goes cross-eyed when Suguru holds a bag of lollipops in his face.

“They re-stocked your favourite. I got you a bag, but I guess if you don’t want it, I can just bring it back,” he teases, because he damn well knows that Satoru is going to want it.

“No! Give it here,” Satoru immediately rushes out, clutching the bag to his chest before he takes out one of the lollipops and sticks it in his mouth.

“How are these your favourite, anyway? They are more on the sour side, aren’t they? You prefer your candy teeth-rottingly sweet.”

Something pensive passes over Satoru’s face, even as he sucks on the lollipop and when he looks up to Suguru, he seems determined.

It immediately puts Suguru on edge.

“What?” he quietly asks when Satoru still stays quiet and his stomach falls when Satoru looks away from him again. 

“They are my favourite because this flavour was the first thing you ever gave to me,” Satoru mutters. still avoiding his gaze.

Suguru goes completely still.

“I knew you wouldn’t remember,” Satoru breathes out, turning his face away from Suguru again which is what finally jolts Suguru into action.

He bends down, contorts himself until he can press his forehead against Satoru’s temple and he can feel the faint tremor that goes through Satoru.

“I could never remember what kind of flavour I gave to you. I should have paid more attention back then, honestly,” he whispers and nearly sustains brain damage when Satoru whips his head around and their foreheads smash together.

“You remember?” There’s an urgency to his voice that Suguru can emphasise with so he is quick to nod.

“Of course I remember. You seemed so happy when I gave that to you.”

“That’s what you remember? Not my hair or my eyes? That’s usually what clues people in.”

“Well, that helped to identify you when I saw you again, but really, those features weren’t the most striking ones about you.”

“What was then?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru smiles softly at him.

“Your loneliness,” he starts with because that was what caught his attention in the first place. “And then that joy on your face when you tasted the lollipop.”

“So you pitied me,” Satoru grumbles out and Suguru goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair.

“I didn’t pity you,” he corrects him. “You made me sad and I thought it wasn’t right that someone could look so sad at a playground.”

“My handlers wouldn’t let me interact with any other kids, because of the bounty on my head,” Satoru remembers. “So I wasn’t ever allowed to talk to anyone. I still don’t know how you made it to me.”

“I–” Suguru starts and he can feel himself blush at the memory. “I might have kicked one of your handles in the shin to let me talk to you,” he admits and Satoru blinks at him, once, twice, before he bursts out laughing.

“Oh, that is so good, and also deserved,” he chuckles out and Suguru joins him.

“You were so guarded, though. I had never met another kid who was so unwilling to talk to me.”

Satoru shrugs before he talks.

“Usually kids only approached me for two things: gaining a favour with my family or gaining a favour with me. I wasn’t used to someone simply giving me something.”

“Yeah, that was painfully obvious,” Suguru mutters. Then a new thought occurs to him. “How did you recognise me, anyway? I was a pretty scrawny, small kid.”

Satoru points at his eyes in explanation and Suguru momentarily feels dumb before he remembers that Satoru is always immensely pleased when Suguru forgets about his abilities for a moment. Of course the Six Eyes would tell Satoru everything he would need to know about a person.

“But that’s not it, actually,” Satoru says. “I recognised you because of your eyes. They are–kind,” he settles on and when a faint blush settles high on his cheekbones, Suguru gets the distinct impression that ‘kind’ isn’t quite what Satoru was going for.

Satoru still has his head in Suguru’s lap, still allows Suguru to play with his hair as if Suguru has all the right to it, and he still remembers their first meeting; well enough even to remember the exact flavour of the lollipop and declare it his favourite one.

Suguru thinks it’s time he takes a leap of faith.

“I have a tattoo of a lollipop,” Suguru tells Satoru who blinks at him with unabashed surprise. “On my hip bone.”

His heart is already beating painfully fast in his chest, because admitting that he has a memory of their very first meeting tattooed on his body surely must clue Satoru in on what it means to him–what he means to him–but when Satoru bursts out laughing his heart falls right into his stomach.

It must show on his face, too, because Satoru tries to stifle his laughter as he reaches up with one hand to clumsily pat Suguru’s face.

“No, no, don’t look like that,” he tries to console him. “It’s just funny because–”

Satoru breaks off there and instead pushes his shirt up. Suguru’s gaze is fixed on every inch of skin that is being revealed but when his eyes fall on the tattoo on Satoru’s chest, right over his heart, the breath gets knocked out of him.

It’s a tattoo of a lollipop.

“You can’t be serious,” Suguru breathes out and now Satoru’s laughter makes more sense. 

“I’m serious when I say that you’re my one and only,” Satoru says and Suguru can no longer hold himself back, he simply has to reach out and put his hand right over the tattoo.

“You’re my one and only, too, in case that wasn’t clear,” Suguru breathes out, because he knows he doesn’t say it as often as Satoru, but there is no trace of insecurity or doubt on Satoru’s face.

“I know,” he simply says and reaches out to thread their fingers together. “So,” he then says and Suguru knows that something very Satoru is going to come out of his mouth next. “When do I get to see yours?” His voice alone is suggestive enough but Satoru being Satoru pairs it off with an exaggerated eye-brow waggle that makes Suguru laugh again.

“Maybe when you barge in on me showering,” Suguru teases him but he leans down to kiss the pout right off Satoru’s face. “I’ll show you,” he promises then and is met with the same delighted smile that made him remember Satoru for all these years.

And he hopes it will accompany him through his life for so many more years to come.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fluff #candy #tattoos #getting together #love confessions #schmoop

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2023 Day 26 - First page

Suguru knows that Shoko hates how they barged into her room, can see it in the tense lines of her body, but Satoru is splayed out on the couch and maybe the fact that he’s trapping her there has something to do with her foul mood as well.

“You are so annoying,” Shoko drawls out in just that moment, trying to push Satoru off her lap but of course it doesn’t work, because Satoru is impossible like that.

“And you love me for it,” he sing-songs to which she only rolls her eyes, but Suguru does notice that she doesn’t refute it and it makes him huff out a laugh.

Shoko can pretend all she wants but she does like them.

“And you’re no better than he is,” Shoko says, clearly having remembered that Suguru is in the room too and at least half as responsible for Satoru’s antics, because he keeps enabling them instead of stopping him.

Sue Suguru, but it’s so much fun letting Satoru do what he wants sometimes, especially when it makes Shoko’s fingers twitch like that or Yaga’s vein throb.

“Guilty as charged,” he easily gives back, immediately returning the thumbs up Satoru gives him and Shoko groans.

“You two are the worst,” she mutters, bonking Satoru on the head but no longer actively trying to get rid of Satoru. “We really need to set some ground rules if you continue to do this, though. Imagine if I had been naked.”

“As if anyone would want to see that, right, Suguru?” Satoru calls out and then yelps when Shoko pinches his cheek. “That was so mean.”

“That was deserved,” Shoko huffs out. “Geto, back me up here, you agree with the ground rules, right?” she then asks, turning her gaze to Suguru, who hums in thought.

“I mean, I guess we can knock next time,” he amends and then leans forward to high-five Satoru.

“You should have knocked this time!”

“Aw, Shoko, come on, don’t be like that. Besides, I already have a rule book I live by and I’m sorry to inform you but there’s no more space to add new rules.”

Now this is new information even to Suguru and he frowns at Satoru.

“You live by rules?” he wants to know because that is not something he can imagine, like, at all.

Satoru has always only ever done what he wants to and to think that he’s adhering to some rules—even ones he set for himself—is actually kind of disturbing.

“Yep,” Satoru gives back, obnoxiously popping the p, and Shoko and Suguru share a look over his head.

“Do enlighten us then, oh great Gojo Satoru,” Shoko says, tugging on one of Satoru’s strands of hair. “What’s on that first page of your rule book?”

“My rule book only has one page,” Satoru informs them and now that makes more sense.

“Let me guess, there’s only one rule in there, too,” Suguru sighs out and he can already guess what it’s going to be.

It’s most likely something along the lines of ‘Have as much fun as you can’ or ‘be as obnoxious as possible at all times’ and going by the pained look on Shoko’s face she’s thinking along the same lines.

“There sure is,” Satoru easily says, because of course there is and he grins lazily as them when Shoko and Suguru stare expectantly at him.

“And, are you going to tell us?” Suguru asks when Satoru doesn’t seem inclined to go on and Satoru’s grin sharpens.

“But of course, my dear Suguru. Especially since that rule is about you.”

Now that is a surprise but Suguru only rolls his eyes.

“What? You have to make it a rule to annoy me to death?” he asks but of course Satoru would do something as ridiculous as that.

“Nah, actually, that comes naturally to me. The rule is ‘Protect Suguru at all costs’. And I sure as hell don’t need any other rules, so back off, Shoko.”

Satoru seems entirely unaware of what his words have done to Suguru because he jokes around with Shoko as if nothing happened. Meanwhile Suguru feels as if a pit has opened in his stomach and it’s going to swallow him whole if he stays here a second longer.

“Real funny,” Suguru manages to get out, feeling as if he’s going to implode with anger and—even worse—the feeling of being inadequate yet again, and he’s out the door before Satoru or Shoko can react.

Suguru stomps over to his own room, increasingly annoyed that Satoru still sees him as weak, as someone who can’t hold his own when all Suguru wants to be is his equal. Suguru slams the door shut behind him, standing in the middle of the room, fuming and with no outlet for his anger when Satoru barges in just a few seconds later, clearly with no concern for Suguru’s privacy or wish to be alone.

“Suguru, what the hell, don’t leave me alone with Shoko, she’s so mean when you’re not there,” Satoru whines out, evidently not even realising that Suguru is going to explode into his face any second now.

“Shut the hell up and get out,” Suguru hisses at him, uselessly clenching his fists at his side.

“Suguru, what—”

But Suguru has had enough. It’s time he gives Satoru a piece of his mind.

“So you still see me as inferior? You still see me as so weak that you have to protect me? That’s real fucking great of you, Satoru, thanks for nothing.”

“This is what this is about?” Satoru asks and he seems honestly taken off guard by that. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, yeah? Then how is it? Because ‘protect Suguru at all costs’ certainly doesn’t leave much room for interpretation!”

“It’s not for your sake but for mine,” Satoru tells him as if that makes any sort of sense and Suguru conveys his confusion with a sneer.

“Right,” he growls out because he doesn’t believe Satoru for a second but when he goes to bodily shove him out of his room, Satoru plants his feet just like Suguru taught him and doesn’t move an inch.

“It is, though,” Satoru insists and Suguru is so angry he can hardly see straight.

“How the fuck does that even make sense?” he yells right into Satoru’s face and it seems as if something finally snapped because Satoru yells right back at him.

“It’s because I’m going to go off the fucking rails if something happens to you!”

There’s a deafening silence in the room after that confession and Suguru blinks at Satoru.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Satoru mutters and pushes Suguru’s hands off his shoulders. “If something happens to you, if you get hurt, I’m going to lose it. You’re my one and only, my anchor in this shitty fucking world and if you’re gone, I can no longer be held responsible for whatever it is I’m going to do.”

Satoru says it evenly as if he isn’t rocking Suguru’s world with that and he remembers the hollow look in Satoru’s eyes as he carried Riku through that sea of people, remembers how he had asked Suguru if they should kill everyone and how easily he accepted Suguru’s no.

“But it’s not as if you can understand that,” Satoru adds, jolting Suguru out of his memories and suddenly Suguru is calm.

“Toji told me he killed you,” Suguru recalls.

“As if,” Satoru huffs out but Suguru shakes his head.

“He was there and you weren’t, so what choice did I have but to believe him? I thought you had died and it did something to me,” Suguru says and taps his chest.

At that moment it had felt as if he’d died too, as if something so vital had broken that there was no way he could go on. It only repaired itself when he saw Satoru again and Suguru suspects that even then it mended all wrong, because his thoughts since then can’t be normal.

“So here’s my fucking rule,” Suguru says and fists his hand in Satoru’s shirt. “You do not get hurt. If you go out on a mission and you don’t come back to me, I swear by everything that’s holy that I will kill every non-sorcerer who dared to bring curses into this world, do you understand me?”

He uses his hold to slightly shake Satoru, hoping to make him understand just how well he can relate to Satoru’s feelings and he knows he got his point across when Satoru brings his hands up to fist in Suguru’s shirt in return.

They stare at each other for a few seconds before they move simultaneously, meeting in the middle. The kiss is not sweet and soft but bruising and angry and filled with their desperate need to keep the other close, keep the other protected and unharmed and whole.

They don’t really move away when they part, resting their foreheads together and sharing breath in the scant space between them.

“No dying then, Suguru, promise me,” Satoru demands and even though it’s foolish and stupid and not something Suguru can ever promise, he’s a fool for Satoru so of course he nods.

“No dying,” he agrees and then cups Satoru’s face in his hand. “And you don’t get to die again, either.”

“Deal,” Satoru immediately gives back and all at once Suguru feels settled again.

It should probably scare him more, knowing the lengths they would both go to, to keep the other safe, knowing that they are going to unleash horror on earth if something should ever happen to the other, but to Suguru it just feels like a warm promise, blanketing him in the knowledge that he’s not alone in this.

That Satoru needs—and wants—Suguru just like Suguru need and wants Satoru.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #unhealthy co-dependency #beetober23 #first kiss #getting together #kind of sweet still #love confessions

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BeeTober 2023 Day 24 - Cha cha cha

Suguru is sprawled out on the couch, some show or another running on the TV. It’s not as if he’s paying attention, too drained by classes today to actually pay conscious effort on following along some dumb competition show.

“You look like a zombie,” Satoru says in greeting as he makes his way into their shared apartment and Suguru can’t muster the energy for a real reply so he simply grunts.

“Wow, the day must have really kicked your ass, huh?” Satoru asks and leans in close to study Suguru’s face. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you go to bed early today?”

“My turn to cook,” Suguru manages to say but just the thought of getting up and having to stand in the kitchen to whip something up for the two of them has him feeling as if he’s going to cry.

“Don’t be stupid now,” Satoru gently chides him. “I can damn well cook for us if you’re not feeling up to it.”

Suguru blinks up at the ceiling, his head pillowed on the backrest of the couch, but even the thought of moving to his room is enough to make him even more tired.

“Shouldn’t have to, though,” he mutters out, hating the thought that Satoru has to pick up his slack because he’s supposed to look after Satoru, not the other way round.

“But I can,” Satoru predictably says and then pushes Suguru’s bangs out of his face. “Come on, let me take care of you for once, alright?”

The thought is appealing and so Suguru nods, melting more into the couch.

“You shouldn’t sleep here though, your neck is going to kill you later,” Satoru calls out to him, quickly getting rid of his bag.

Suguru knows that he’s right, but still he can’t get his body to move so when Satoru comes back to him, dressed in more appropriate homewear, he’s still in the very same position.

“Sure you’re not getting sick?” Satoru asks when he finds Suguru on the couch where he left him and Suguru shrugs.

He doesn’t feel sick, simply exhausted to the bone, but maybe that’s the first sign, who knows.

“Alright, I guess I’ll be your pillow then to spare your poor neck the pain,” Satoru magnanimously decides and sits down at the end of the couch, patting his thighs. “Come here.”

Suguru eyes him and decides that falling to the side is so much easier than getting up and walking across the apartment. He leans slightly to the left and then lets gravity do it’s thing, an incredible fondness filling him up when Satoru reaches out to gently lower him down instead of letting him fall.

“We have at last two hours before I get started on dinner, we’ll see how you feel by then, alright?” Satoru asks him as he undoes Suguru’s bun and Suguru hadn’t even noticed the pressure it had put on his head.

“Sure,” he mumbles and then he’s out like a light, falling asleep to the feeling of Satoru carding his fingers through his hair.

When he wakes up again, he’s still in the same position and Satoru is still scratching lightly at his scalp, so Suguru thinks he can’t have been out that long.

“What time is it?” he slurs out, not quite ready to move yet and Satoru looks down at him.

“It’s still early,” is the reply he gets. “You could sleep some more if you want to.”

Suguru still feels sleepy, but more in that way one feels sleepy after a good night’s rest where you wake up rested but not quite ready to leave the comfort of the bed.

“Did you put a blanket over me?” Suguru asks belatedly, noticing how warm he is and Satoru shrugs.

“It’s not real sleep if you’re not under a blanket,” he tells Suguru as if that is something he should know and Suguru huffs out an amused laugh.

“Thanks I guess,” he gives back and is still loath to move, even though he feels much more awake now.

Satoru doesn’t tell him to get up either, instead he’s basically keeping him down with the hand in his hair and so Suguru is in no rush. His day had been horrible after all and this is comforting in more ways than one. Suguru is not going to cut it short, not if Satoru seems content to stay like this as well.

“Thank you,” he still mutters and Satoru tugs chidingly on his hair.

“Don’t,” he says, smiling down at him. “You did similar things for me so often, it’s only fair I return the favour.”

“Still,” Suguru says, finally turning his attention towards the TV instead of Satoru, because his heart is beating dangerously fast in his chest as is.

He doesn’t need to see that fond look on Satoru’s face on top of that.

Suguru still doesn’t know what exactly is running on the TV but he sees a lot of people dancing, and it seems as if they are doing the classic dances, too.

“Why can everyone there do these dances?” Suguru asks, thinking that maybe Satoru has paid enough attention to enlighten him on this but Satoru only shrugs.

“Who knows,” he easily gives back, sounding distracted and when Suguru looks up at him he sees that Satoru’s eyes are still fixed on him.

“What?” Suguru asks, suddenly self-conscious about the position he still finds himself in but Satoru only smiles at him, not saying anything and Suguru eventually turns his attention back to the TV, though his neck keeps prickling, letting him know that Satoru is still looking at him.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start with, what’s it called, a Cha Cha Cha,” he grumbles as the couple on TV fall into perfect step with each other. “Would you?”

“Yes,” Satoru replies and Suguru whips his head around so fast, Satoru’s fingers almost poke him in the eye.

“What the hell. You know how to dance that?” he nods towards the TV and Satoru laughs.

Suguru’s stomach flutters in response.

“It is incredible sweet of you to always forget who I am, but of course I know how to dance that. I had dancing lessons since I was old enough to walk, it’s just a thing in the circles my family is from.”

Oh, right. Suguru does regularly forget that Satoru is the heir to one of the biggest companies in the country and of course that makes sense. He must have attended a lot of conferences and maybe even balls, so of course he’d know how to dance.

“Could you, still?” Suguru asks and he doesn’t know where he takes the courage from to ask that but Satoru’s eyes sparkle when he looks at him.

“What, you want me to show you?” he teases but Suguru stays serious, even though he can feel his face heat up.

“Yes,” he decidedly says and he is treated to the incredibly rare sight of Satoru floundering for a hot second.

“Uhm, I guess I can?” he unsurely asks and then pokes Suguru’s cheek. “Do you feel up for it, though? Are you feeling better?”

“I feel good,” Suguru answers honestly, because he does and only half of it has to do with the refreshing nap he took.

Most of it has to do with basking in Satoru’s presence but he’s not about to tell him that.

“Alright, up you go then,” Satoru says and Suguru regrets his choice because Satoru takes his hand out of his hair.

It leaves him feeling oddly bereft. Still, he gets up, momentarily shivering in the cold without his blanket but when he gets up Satoru is directly behind him.

“What do I do?” Suguru asks, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward but he relaxes when Satoru smiles at him.

“You give me your hand, and the other goes to my shoulder,” he explains and doesn’t hesitate to manipulate Suguru just like he wants.

Satoru’s hand is very warm in his.

“And then you take a step to the side, like this,” he says and slowly moves, giving Suguru time to follow his movement along. “Then you take one back while I move forward.” Again, he moves slowly, allowing Suguru to follow along. “Back to the original position and then two quicker steps to the side, before you move forward.”

It’s easy, following along what Satoru explains with how deliberate and slow he moves and Suguru only stumbles over his own feet twice before he starts to really get it.

So soon enough they are actually dancing in their living-room, even without proper music and while Satoru is laughing in delight, Suguru can’t do anything but stare at him.

“You’re very good at this,” he eventually says and Satoru beams at him.

“You’re just a very good student,” he shoots back and then moves into different dance steps.

He doesn’t explain anything, simply moves and guides Suguru around and after a moment of hesitation he follows Satoru’s lead. It feels as if they circle through several different dances before they finally come to a stop.

“There, now you’ve danced all the classics at least once. If you ever pick up a girl and want to go dancing with her, you can,” Satoru says, and Suguru’s hand spasms around his.

“I’m never going to take out a girl,” Suguru says with a frown, because he is very much gay—and very much in love with Satoru—so that’s just simply never going to happen.

“Oh,” Satoru breathes out, visibly nervous all of a sudden. “Then, I guess a guy? I mean, you can totally take out a guy, too,” he rambles and Suguru knows him well enough to know that right now he wishes to be anywhere but here.

“Satoru,” Suguru starts and flinches when Satoru suddenly moves away from him, a blush high on his cheeks though his expression is decidedly unhappy.

“I should get started on dinner,” Satoru says, no longer meeting Suguru’s eyes and he can’t have that.

He feels cold without Satoru’s gaze on him and he reaches out to snatch Satoru’s hand in his before he can move away.

Maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith here, Suguru thinks as he threads his fingers together with Satoru’s. He’s not sure his feelings will be reciprocated, can’t be sure of that until Satoru verbally says so, but he’s sick and tired of swallowing the words down and he sure as hell is not going to let Satoru leave with a wrong impression.

“The only one I’m ever going to take out on a date is you and then I would hope that you’d lead if we ever have to go to one of your company’s functions.”

“Not my company,” Satoru says on reflex, like he always does, because he hates his family and everything they want him to inherit but then Suguru’s words seem to truly hit him because he blinks a few times before he turns back around to Suguru.

“You just—Suguru,” he breathes out and painfully clings to Suguru’s hand.

“I’m in love with you,” Suguru says, not shying away from Satoru’s pleading gaze and so he sees the exact moment Satoru starts to smile.

He’s so incredibly beautiful that it hurts.

“You better be serious about this,” Satoru breathes out and Suguru laughs.

“You’re the one who jokes in the most inopportune moments,” he teases Satoru but when he pouts at him, he squeezes his hand. “Of course I’m serious about that, Satoru, I’d never do that to you.”

Satoru’s smile gets impossibly wider and when he launches himself at Suguru, he’s prepared for it, catching him easily and bringing his arm around his waist.

“Me too, Suguru,” Satoru mutters into Suguru’s shoulder. “Me, too.”

Suguru nuzzles his head, dropping a kiss there, simply content to hold Satoru in his arm like that, but it’s not long before Satoru—ever on the move—starts to sway them from side to side.

“I don’t need to learn any new steps for this, huh?” Suguru drily comments and Satoru chuckles.

“No, for this you just need to hold me.”

“Easy,” Suguru immediately gives back because it’s the easiest thing in the world for him.

It’s just as easy as loving Satoru and clearly it’s the same for him, which makes Suguru’s heart soar all the more.

This bad day really turned around to be one of the best ones in Suguru’s life, though he guesses it will only get better from here on out.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #stsg #fluff #dancing #love confessions #no curses #getting together

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BeeTober 2023 Day 12 - Dust bunnies

Kaeya is browsing through apartment listings listlessly. He’s not really thinking about moving, not when his apartment is so damn affordable, but there’s the issue of the room.

The room that Kaeya doesn’t like to think about. The room that he passes by every day. The room that he hasn’t peeked into for at least two months now.

The room that no longer houses Diluc.

“Fuck,” Kaeya mutters, throwing his phone down on the bed.

He promised himself to not think about Diluc for at least a week, but he can’t do it! He blames the room, mostly, because it’s right there and Diluc lived in there for almost two years after all, but still.

Diluc still isn’t talking to him and Kaeya is fairly certain that he left half his shit in the room—not that Kaeya is in any kind of hurry to go in there to check—and all of that simply makes it hard to put the entire thing behind him.

They fought and now they don’t speak to each other. That should be all it is, but this stupid apartment reminds Kaeya of all the good times he had with Diluc as well and his absence hurts all the more.

Especially since the stupid room is a constant reminder of it.

“I should get fucking rid of it,” Kaeya mutters under his breath though when he gets up he can’t even open the door.

He doesn’t want to know just how much stuff Diluc left behind, in how much of a hurry he was to get the fuck away from Kaeya and just how much he must truly hate him if he didn’t even come back for these things.

“Fuck you,” Kaeya says, kicking the door and then sharply turning away.

Time for a nap, he thinks.

~*~*~

“What you need is a flatmate,” Rosaria tells him over drinks and Kaeya almost chokes.

“I had one, look how that worked out,” he coughs out and Rosaria gives him a look.

“You had your brother live with you, that’s hardly a typical flatmate situation. You need a stranger, someone you don’t have history with in that room. Trust me, it will help.”

“Shut up about the stupid room,” Kaeya groans out because he cannot believe that he can’t even forget about it when he’s out and about. “I don’t want a flatmate.”

“You also don’t want to avoid a stupid room for the rest of your life, do you?” she shoots back and Kaeya hates how right she is.

Of course he doesn’t want to keep avoiding the stupid room. He wants to be able to pass it without falling into doom and gloom and he would also like to repurpose it to something. A flatmate though?

“Do I really want a total stranger in my apartment?”

“Do you want me to move in?” Rosaria asks, one eyebrow raised.

“Hell no!” He downs the rest of his glass in one go and pretends he doesn’t see her smirk. “A flatmate it is,” he agrees once he swallowed and Rosaria gives him her biggest smile.

“A flatmate it is.”

A cold shudder runs down Kaeya’s back. This is going to end so badly.

~*~*~

“So this is the room,” Kaeya says and points at the door. “Your room, if you chose to move in.”

“If you chose to have me,” the guy—Albedo, if Kaeya remembers correctly—gives back. “Can I take a look.”

“Yeah, sure, of course,” Kaeya stammers out and then gives him his most winning smile. “Feel free.”

“Are you okay?” Albedo asks him and Kaeya immediately nods.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Is there—did someone die in this room?”

“Now why would you think that?” Kaeya laughs out but Albedo simply looks at him and Kaeya finally falls silent, his shoulders dropping.

“No, but—my brother used to live in there. We had a fight.”

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Albedo awkwardly says. “I can take a look myself?”

“No, it’s fine, I should—” Kaeya cuts himself off with a shrug.

He can’t be a baby about this forever and right now seems like a good time to get over this.

“Here,” he says with conviction and opens the door for Albedo before he switches on the light.

The room is still filled with stuff, though it’s mostly furniture, Kaeya notes with relief. It seems as if either Diluc took everything with him or he came back to get his stuff later, but it somehow makes it easier to breathe to know that Diluc didn’t flee head over heels.

He also notes the dust bunnies with a rising amount of despair.

“I—would clean first, of course,” he mutters out as a dust bunny moves past them, disturbed by the opening of the door.

“That’s fine,” Albedo kindly gives back. “Do you intend to throw the furniture out?” he wants to know, inspecting everything.

He doesn’t seem averse to giving this a chance and Kaeya hates to admit that maybe Rosaria was right. It already feels easier to breathe in his own apartment now that he knows Diluc got most of his stuff out of here.

“Not if you’re interested in keeping any,” he tells Albedo who nods. “I am going to clean though, so no worries there.”

“That seems like a waste. Things will get dirty during me moving in, so it’s better to do it all at once afterwards.”

It’s a very logical argument but Kaeya still can’t help but to think it’s also very kind of Albedo.

“So—you’re going to move in?” Kaeya asks, because that sure sounded like Albedo had already made his mind up.

“I would like to,” he answers. “The price is more than reasonable, and it seems as if you and me could get along. The rest of the apartment is suitable as well.” Albedo turns towards Kaeya. “Only if you’ll have me, though, of course.”

“Sure, yeah, this seems—like if it could work out,” Kaeya agrees and he even means it.

Albedo seems like a reasonable guy, and he’s a student just like Kaeya so he doubts there will be any problems with keeping quiet during study times. And even though Albedo is the first candidate Kaeya doesn’t have a bad feeling about this.

They’ll live their student lives together and then move on once those years have passed. It’ll work out fine.

~*~*~

“What are you doing, Bedo?” Kaeya asks, barely able to see over the mountain of clothes in his arms.

“Are you sure we don’t need the sideboard?” Albedo asks and then snorts when he spots Kaeya. “Here, gimme.” He takes half of the clothes out of Kaeya’s hands and Kaeya thinks that’s only fair because these are his clothes after all.

“What are we going to do with it? I already have a sideboard next to the bed.”

“Mh, yeah, I guess that’s true,” Albedo muses but he still sighs wistfully. “I guess I’ll just miss it, is all.”

“Gods, petal, you’re adorable,” Kaeya says and leans over to drop a kiss to Albedo’s head. “It’ll still be here. You wanted this room as a library or something right? Use the sideboard for that. We’re not going to throw it out, after all.”

“But I’ll barely spend time in here,” Albedo complains and Kaeya can’t help but to waggle his eyebrows at him.

“Oh, and why is that? Will you be too busy in my room?”

“Kaeya,” Albedo laughs out and nudges Kaeya along on their way to finally transfer the last of Albedo’s things into Kaeya’s room.

“What? A guy can’t dream?” Kaeya sighs out but he can’t deny the happiness that’s bubbling in his belly whenever Albedo is around.

And Kaeya hopes that he’ll be around for a very long time.

~*~*~

“Klee, what did we say about cleaning up these dust bunnies under your bed?” Kaeya asks, his voice as stern as he can make it when he faces Klee, which means he’s not very stern at all.

“To make sure to always do it,” Klee gives back, an adorable little pout on her face and Kaeya throws a look at Albedo.

Albedo who is pressing his lips together and clearly trying not to laugh, so Kaeya can’t expect any help from him, the traitor.

When did being a stern parent fall to Kaeya? They’ll have to talk about that.

“And why do I see at least two dust bunnies peaking out at me then?”

“Because they are not dust bunnies!” Klee is back to her big grin and that’s almost more dangerous than the pout before.

“What are they then, Klee?” Albedo asks and now he decides to chime in.

It’s Kaeya’s turn to pout and at least that moves Albedo to thread their fingers together.

“They are dust Dodoco’s!” She says it as if it should have been obvious and maybe it really should have been, with all the Dodoco plushies covering her bed, but it still catches Kaeya off guard. “And dust Dodoco’s were not part of the cleaning up order.”

“Klee,” Albedo sighs out, but Kaeya spots the tell-tale twitching of the corner of his mouth and in all honesty, he’s not fairing much better.

Klee is too adorable and too smart for her own good sometimes.

“Big brother Albedo,” she says, her mouth suddenly wobbly as if she’s about to burst into tears and Kaeya knows that Albedo cannot withstand that look.

It seems it’s on him to step in again.

“No, Klee. Even dust Dodoco’s need to be cleaned up.”

“But why?” she cries out, big fat crocodile tears streaming down her face and now Albedo is looking at Kaeya as if he’s to blame.

“Because if a Dodoco falls into a dust Dodoco, when it can no longer sleep with you in the bed. We’d have to put it in the washing machine first. Do you want that?” he gently asks and that gets Klee to look at him in horror.

“No!” she gasps out and Albedo hands her the broom.

“Then make sure to clean them all up.”

Kaeya narrows his eyes at him because this is not at all fair.

“Klee will make sure to get them all!” Klee promises them and promptly gets to it.

Kaeya takes the chance to pull Albedo out of the room, glaring at him the entire time.

“It wasn’t the deal that I’m going to be the strict parent, simply because you’re too easily swayed by her too sweet face,” he hisses at Albedo who only laughs at him.

“But you do it so well,” Albedo tells him, pulling him down for a kiss.

“I see, so that’s how it is,” Kaeya whispers right against his lips and even though he’s still a little bit mad he can’t help but to steal another kiss.

“And how is it exactly?” Albedo wants to know, an excited glint in his eyes but instead of playing along and pulling him into their bedroom for a make-out session, Kaeya noses at his cheek.

“You love me,” he mumbles, brushing his lips against Albedo’s skin and he can’t help the little satisfied grin when Albedo shudders.

“I do love you,” he easily agrees as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and for that alone Kaeya would adore him to pieces.

“Good, ‘cause I love you too,” he immediately replies, because he never wants Albedo to doubt that.

“As if I don’t see that every day,” Albedo mutters and turns his head for another kiss. “You’re being so good to us.”

“If I remember correctly, it’s you who’s good to me,” Kaeya corrects him, because it was Albedo who waltzed into his life and tore the sadness right out of Kaeya.

“Mutual, then?” Albedo cheekily asks and Kaeya drops a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Mutual,” he agrees and hugs Albedo close.

#bt writes #beetober23 #genshin impact #kaebedo #albedo #kaeya #rosaria #klee #found family #developing relationship #modern au #fluff #hurt/comfort

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BeeTober 2023 Day 19 - Break the silence

Suguru is not above admitting that he has been waiting for Satoru, and eagerly at that. It’s been a few days since they got to spend any significant amount of time together, but Satoru is supposed to come back from a mission today and neither of them have anything lined up for tomorrow.

If Suguru is lucky, they’ll get to spend an entire day together.

Satoru is barely through the door when Suguru is already on him, pulling him into a soft kiss.

“Someone’s eager,” Satoru says when they part, his typical smile playing around his mouth, even as he takes his glasses off.

“I missed you,” Satoru honestly says and bites back a smirk when Satoru almost chokes on nothing at hearing it.

“Right,” he wheezes out and brushes past Suguru, flopping down on the bed.

Suguru is not at all happy, being left alone in the doorway, so he quickly follows and lets himself fall on top of Satoru. He knows he’s heavy—the breath leaving Satoru only proof of that—but he also knows it’s welcome when Limitless doesn’t push him away.

“I did, though,” Suguru mumbles, brushing his lips against Satoru’s throat. “I always miss you when you’re not here.”

It’s much more open than he usually is but they’ve been spending more time apart than together these past few weeks and Suguru is sick and tired of it. He already talked to Yaga about going on joined missions again and he did not take no for an answer.

“Didn’t know you are such a sap,” Satoru says as he reaches out to undo Suguru’s bun and card his fingers through the strands. “Same, though,” he then sighs out and he sounds tired, Suguru thinks.

Tired enough that it warrants an early night and a completely lazy day tomorrow.

“Let’s just order in, and stay here. We have a show to catch up on, anyway,” Suguru suggests and feels Satoru laugh underneath him.

“Sounds good,” he easily agrees and Suguru slightly turns his head so he can press kisses more firmly against Satoru’s throat, seeing as it is the only thing he can reach at the moment.

“I love you,” he says between kisses and startles badly when Satoru starts to cough.

Suguru moves away, heaving himself off Satoru to give him more space, but the coughing continues and in all honesty, it sounds bad.

Really bad.

It goes on and on—long past the point where Suguru thinks it might be because Satoru is getting sick—and when Satoru looks as if he wants to throw up, Suguru helps him into a sitting position.

“Let it out, it’s okay,” he soothingly says, keeping a hand on Satoru’s back, while he helps him balancing at the edge of the bed and for all that he did just say that he wasn’t prepared for Satoru to spit something out that hits the floor with a wet splat.

“What the fuck,” Satoru wheezes, his voice scratchy, and Suguru’s blood runs cold when he sees that whatever just came out of Satoru is drenched in red.

“Are you hurt?” he immediately asks, his hands hovering over Satoru as if he could feel any internal injury and he does not believe Satoru at all when he shakes his head.

“I’m fine,” Satoru tells him and Suguru throws a pointed look at the lump on the floor.

Satoru clearly is not fine.

“What even is that?” Suguru asks, leaning forward to inspect whatever just came out of Satoru more clearly, and it doesn’t take him long to make out a flower.

“Did you just cough up a flower?” Suguru asks, his horror mounting because what if a curse managed to get to Satoru? What if this is some kind of technique that’s going to take Satoru away from him?

“I feel fine,” Satoru says, a frown on his face, and it’s now that Suguru notices the dark circles under his eyes.

He thought Satoru was just as tired as he is himself, but maybe the cause of them is something else. Maybe he should have paid more attention.

“We’re going to see Shoko,” Suguru decides, not giving Satoru the chance to protest, because by the time he found his footing again they are already out in the hallway.

“Suguru, honestly, I’m fine,” Satoru protests, clearly believing what he says, but Suguru can’t help but feel cold with worry.

“You just coughed up a flower. You clearly are not fine, even if you feel like it. Humour me, okay? Let Shoko check you out real quick and then we can get back to our lazy evening. It would put my mind at ease knowing I’m not going to lose you any time soon.”

He reaches out for Satoru’s hand during his speech, threading their fingers together and he notes with worry that Satoru’s hands are cold.

“How long has this been going on?” Suguru asks, because he can’t get the image of the blood soaked flower out of his mind.

Satoru doesn’t answer him, but his silence is just as telling and Suguru speeds up, almost dragging Satoru along behind him. The sooner they get to Shoko the sooner they can fix whatever is going on with Satoru.

“This is really not that necessary, you know,” Satoru tries yet again and Suguru wants to shake him.

He might be the strongest but clearly he’s not as invincible as he always likes to claim and Suguru will not take a threat to his life lightly, even if Satoru clearly will.

“We’re still going,” he presses out, tightening his grip on Satoru’s hand.

If he doesn’t let go, Satoru will have no choice but to follow him.

“Shoko, we need help,” Suguru loudly announces when they barge into the room and Shoko raises one bored eyebrow at them.

“You don’t seem to be dying, so I’m not sure how I can be of assistance,” she tells them, taking a drag from her cigarette and when the smoke hits them in the face, Suguru immediately looks to Satoru, fearing that it might prompt another coughing fit.

“Satoru is,” Suguru tells her.

“I am not!” Satoru immediately objects, causing that one eyebrow to rise even further.

“I’m not going to trust either of you here, because you,” she points at Satoru, “would play it down if your head was about to fall off and you,” she switches to Suguru, “go a little bit stupid when it comes to Gojo.”

She’s barely done speaking when Satoru makes a noise that’s clearly him trying to swallow another cough.

“That’s wrong with him. He keeps coughing. And just now he spit out a flower. A flower, Shoko! Something must be wrong with him!”

“That does indeed sound as if something is wrong with him,” Shoko mutters and steps forward, putting her hand on Satoru’s chest and then glaring at him when she’s being stopped by Limitless.

“Playing favourites, I see,” she drawls out, with a pointed look at their still clasped hands and Satoru goes red in the face.

“Fine, do your worst,” he mutters and deactivates Limitless, allowing her to finally make contact.

Suguru could kiss him just for that because now they are going to get to the bottom of this.

“It’s Hanahaki,” Shoko says after not even a minute as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and silence falls over the room. “You’re dying of unrequited love.”

Suguru blinks at her, before he turns towards Satoru, trusting him to break the silence like he usually does but Satoru is working his jaw and doesn’t seem inclined to speak at all.

Suguru feels sick all of a sudden.

“Shoko,” he still starts, because someone has to say something. “We are quite literally together.” As if to prove a point he raises their hands. “What do you mean he’s dying of unrequited love?”

“I mean just that,” she replies. “Though I doubt it’s that easy, because it never is when it comes to him.”

“Hey!” Satoru finally speaks up, though he can’t quite meet their eyes. “I resent this. I love Suguru, how the hell would I even get this?”

“And I love him!” Suguru is quick to say as well, even though that should be more than clear by now and his stomach drops out when Satoru almost chokes on a cough.

“If I were to guess, then I’d say this has less to do with you,” she inclines her head towards Suguru, “and more with him. Some introspection might do you some good. Now, I do not want to be privy to your relationship talks, so if you could leave?”

“I am a very introspective person,” Satoru argues, though it comes out strangled, because he’s clearly still trying not to cough.

“Are you? Do you believe he loves you, then?” Shoko asks, completely merciless and Suguru’s heart misses a beat when Satoru goes completely still at her question.

He does not, then, Suguru thinks with mounting despair and he wonders where he went wrong.

“I think—maybe she’s right,” Suguru haltingly says and gives Satoru something he hopes passes as a smile. “Let’s go back and talk, alright?”

“I’d really rather not,” Satoru groans out.

“Then you’ll die,” Shoko informs him and no matter how unwilling Satoru is to talk about this, Suguru will not let him die.

“We will talk,” he promises Shoko and then drags Satoru out of the room, back to his own.

Satoru is uncharacteristically quiet the entire way, and even when Suguru closes the door behind them he doesn’t say a single word.

“I love you,” Suguru tells him and watches with horror how Satoru almost chokes. “You don’t believe me,” Suguru whispers out and he wonders just where he went wrong.

“No, I just—” Satoru tries to say once he’s no longer biting back a cough and Suguru watches with despair how he searches for words. Satoru never searches for words, he always simply says what he thinks.

“Talk to me,” Suguru whispers, reaching out for his hand again. “Please.”

“Maybe I keep wondering why,” Satoru finally says, not meeting Suguru’s eyes.

“Why I love you?” Suguru asks for clarification and Satoru snatches his hand back so he can pace along the room.

“I just keep thinking why would you? I mean, it’s not as if there’s anything to—I’m Satoru Gojo,” he weakly finishes with and Suguru’s head spins.

“Were you really just about to say that there’s nothing to love when it comes to you?” Suguru bites out, completely furious that Satoru would think that about himself.

“I’m the strongest,” Satoru says, his voice completely devoid of emotion. “I’ve had a bounty on my head from the moment I was born. My clan can’t decide if they worship or hate me. People outside of my clan usually hate me. I just—why wouldn’t you, too?” Satoru takes a shaky breath and Suguru bites down his immediate response because it seems as if Satoru isn’t quite done. “Sometimes I wonder if you can even love me as a person,” he quietly finishes and pointedly keeps his head angled away from Suguru.

That doesn’t stop Suguru from going over to him and hugging him to his chest, though. The fact that he can, that Limitless has never once stopped him, makes his heart stumble in his chest yet again.

“I don’t love you because you’re Satoru Gojo, strongest jujutsu sorcerer the world has seen,” he quietly says and hooks his chin over Satoru’s shoulder. “I love you because you’re Satoru.”

“And who am I when I’m not the strongest?” Satoru asks and Suguru can feel how tense he is, knows how important this is to him and now Shoko’s comment about introspection makes more sense.

Suguru wants to yell and scream and ask just how much more he can love Satoru but clearly his expression of love doesn’t match with what Satoru needs so he bites his tongue and thinks about his answer.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Satoru says, his voice faintly trembling when Suguru takes too long and Suguru pulls him closer to himself.

“I’m deciding how to say it in a way that will let you believe me,” he tells him and does not cry when Satoru leans into him, however slight the motion might be.

“When you’re not the strongest, you’re still Satoru to me,” he starts and prays to all the deities he knows that he’ll find the right words. “You’re slightly awkward, barely socialised, you’re more sweets than human at this point.”

“Rude,” Satoru mutters when Suguru falls silent for a moment.

“True, though,” he softly gives back and brushes a kiss against Satoru’s chin. “You like to pretend you’re a cocky asshole who can’t be bothered to care about anything but you’re one of the most caring people I know and you’re going to make a great teacher. You’re an insecure bastard who would rather die than ask me to explain how I love you. You’re actually really sweet and a little bit sensitive and a closeted romantic, do not think I forgot that cheesy letter you sent me from one of your missions.”

“I really wish you would, though,” Satoru groans out and Suguru chuckles.

“Not a chance in hell, I’ll keep that safe until the end of time. Satoru, I just—” Suguru lets out a heavy breath. “You could lose your eyes and everything that makes you the strongest right this instant and I wouldn’t care. You’d still be Satoru. You’d still be that same person I fell in love with. I don’t know how else to explain,” Suguru finishes, the words almost dying on his tongue because he knows it’s wholly inadequate.

But he doesn’t know how else to say it; Satoru is Satoru and he always will be, at least to him.

“I think this might be fine,” Satoru whispers, and turns around to properly hug Suguru. “It’s just stupid thoughts that sometimes get to me, anyway,” he says as he buries his face in Suguru’s shoulder.

“Satoru, no offense, but this has been going on for so long that you manifested Hanahaki. This is not just sometimes.” Suguru noses at the top of Satoru’s head. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

“I actively tried to hide it,” Satoru sighs out. “Because I know it’s stupid but—”

“You’re an insecure bastard,” Suguru finishes for him. “Gods, Satoru, I love you more than I know what to do with, sometimes.” Suguru’s eyes burn at the admission and he’s glad when Satoru squeezes him tightly.

“Who is the romantic now?” Satoru asks and Suguru notes with relief that his words did not cause him to immediately choke.

“I love you,” he still says, just to be sure and he frowns when there is the slightest hitch in Satoru’s breath.

“It’s probably going to take a while,” Satoru admits and Suguru thinks he gets it. Satoru had a lot of time to learn that people don’t look at him but simply his power after all. “You might have to say stuff like that more often.”

“However often you need to hear it,” Suguru promise him immediately because making sure his own boyfriend knows just how loved he is, is no hardship at all. “We’ll still have Shoko keep track of it though, alright? I don’t want any nasty surprises.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Satoru whines out but he nods into Suguru’s shoulder, so he knows he agrees.

“Because I can’t bear the thought to lose you,” Suguru honestly tells him. “Because I love you.”

“Ugh, you’re going to say that every five minutes now, aren’t you?” Satoru groans but Suguru can see the pleased smile around his lips and he knows that it’s just a token protest.

“Maybe even every three,” he teases and then pushes Satoru towards the bed. “Come on, I think we planned for a cosy evening in? It’s not to late to get back to that.”

“Just us spending time together? No missions, no work, no nothing?” Satoru asks, a thread of insecurity in his voice and Suguru smiles at him.

“Just us, because I love spending time with you, no matter what,” he promises and loses his breath a little bit when Satoru beams at him.

It will most likely still take some time, just like Satoru said, but Suguru is certain that he’ll get it into his stubborn, thick head eventually.

He has to, because losing Satoru in any way is absolutely not an option anyway and he will make Satoru see that one of these days. And until then he’ll press his love into every cell of Satoru until he can do nothing else but believe him.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #established relationship #hanahaki #misunderstandings #love confessions #insecurity #fluff

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BeeTober 2023 Day 8 - Lost

Kaeya lays slumped over his desk, head buried in his arms, and he simply wills this day to be over. There is no reason for it to go on any longer than it already has, and there certainly isn’t any more reason to after Albedo smiled at him.

He gave him a real smile. Where the corners of his mouth actually moved. Kaeya has never seen that happen before; usually his face softens in a way that tells Kaeya he might smile, but then he never does.

Until today.

“Ugh,” Kaeya groans out into his own arms as he presses his head even further into them.

He can totally die happy now, he catches himself thinking and then groans even harder.

What is happening to him?

The door to his classroom slides open, causing Kaeya to still, because maybe, if he just pretends he isn’t here, no one will notice him.

That hope is futile, Kaeya realizes as soon as the person starts walking because that’s Albedo. And how fucked is Kaeya that he recognises him by his step alone?

“Fuck,” he whispers and tenses when he feels Albedo come to a stop at his desk.

“Kaeya, are you alright?” Albedo asks, poking his head and Kaeya plasters a smile on his face before he even lifts his head.

“I’m good, perfect even, why do you ask?”

“Because you were slumped over your desk like that? You’re not getting sick are you?” Albedo reaches out as if he wants to take Kaeya’s temperature and Kaeya shoots up so quickly his chair falls over.

“I’m not, perfectly alright, paragon of health, nothing to worry over, sorry, gotta dash, see you tomorrow, Bedo!” he rambles out and then flees the classroom before Albedo can get another word in.

He’ll have to explain himself tomorrow, he’s sure of that, but until then he probably has figure out what the fuck is wrong with him in the first place so Kaeya doesn’t give it too much thought until he makes it home.

It’s only when he’s face first in his pillow—questions from both his father and brother dodged like his life depends on it—that he replays the entire situation in his mind.

He had given Albedo a gift for his little sister Klee, because Albedo kept mentioning just how much Klee liked that one TV show and Kaeya just happened to come across a little figurine that he remembers Klee to like best so—anyone would have done the same, right?

Kaeya hadn’t given that any more thought than that—at least until he gave the tiny figurine to Albedo and he had looked so painfully surprised. That had gotten Kaeya to freeze with uncertainty—which never happened!—and then! And then he had smiled that real smile at him and something in Kaeya’s brain just short-circuited.

And Kaeya is not oblivious enough to fail to realize what that means.

“Fuck. I like him,” he mutters, and then promptly tries to suffocate himself with his pillow.

~*~*~

“You didn’t sleep well,” is how Albedo greets him the next morning and Kaeya gives him his best smile. He doesn’t even let him pretend.

“It happens. Did Klee like the figurine?”

“She loved it,” Albedo says, in that way of his that softens his features whenever he talks about his sister and Kaeya’s traitorous heart stutters in his chest.

“I’m glad,” he says, willing it to beat like it’s supposed to and then he tries to push every thought regarding Albedo and his feelings for him out of his mind.

They are friends. They are friends and nothing more and Albedo has his hands full with his sister and studies and club activities and certainly doesn’t think of Kaeya that way or has time for anything even resembling a relationship.

Kaeya is certain of that.

~*~*~

Albedo keeps touching him. Kaeya never realised this before but ever since his little revelation he just can’t stop noticing it.

He touches his arm in greeting, bumps against him when they walk, casually leans against him when they sit close to each other and there was one time he took Kaeya’s hand when Kaeya cut himself.

Kaeya thought he would die right on the spot when Albedo wouldn’t let go of him and instead dragged him off to the nurses office and even the nurse looked funny at him.

It’s just—Albedo is so free with his touches around him and Kaeya doesn’t know how to handle any of that.

He’s sure that Albedo doesn’t mean anything by it, so it’s unfair of Kaeya to read too much into it but he simply can’t stop himself.

If this goes on for much longer he’ll develop a heart issue and it will all be Albedo’s fault for being absolutely perfect.

~*~*~

“Help,” Kaeya says, letting himself into Jean’s room. He texted her beforehand so he trusts that she and Lisa are not up to stuff and he’s proven right when he sees them both expectantly waiting for him.

“Help with what, sweetie? Your message was awfully cryptic.”

Kaeya doesn’t think I’m dying and need advice is that cryptic but when even Jean nods he figures there must be something to what Lisa said.

“Swear to secrecy,” he says as he plops down on the ground, immediately reaching for the huge Gouba plush Jean keeps next to her bed and buries his head in it.

“We swear,” Jean and Lisa say at the same time after a short silence and Kaeya can just imagine the look they exchanged.

“I’m in love with Albedo,” he rushes out, thinking that it might be less worse if he just gets this over with but when he’s met with no reaction at all he picks himself out of the plush. “What? No reaction at all?”

Jean and Lisa exchange another look.

“Is that what you need help with?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Sweetie, that’s kind of obvious,” Lisa carefully tells him. “So we were waiting for the real issue you need help with.”

“What do you mean kind of obvious?” Kaeya screeches out. “Obvious to whom?”

“Everyone?” Jean says with a wince. “I mean, everyone who cares to look or knows you?”

“Fuck me,” Kaeya breathes out. “Does Albedo know?” he then asks, his voice shaking with nerves.

It would be an answer, kind of, Kaeya thinks, if he knows about Kaeya’s feelings and hasn’t said anything about them.

“Probably not,” Lisa reassures him, or at least tries to. The ‘probably’ is not raising much hope. “He’s so preoccupied with all his school stuff and Klee, and he is kind of dense when it comes to feelings. It would surprise me if he knows.”

“Hey, what do you mean kind of dense?” Kaeya asks, affronted on Albedo’s behalf because Albedo is perfect.

“She just means that he’s not the best at picking up stuff like that. He still has a hard time figuring out that Sucrose absolutely looks up to him. He just thinks she’s nervous like that around everyone.”

“Oh,” Kaeya breathes out because that is right. It’s kind of a source of constant amusement to Kaeya because Sucrose is flailing so hard around Albedo because she wants to impress him with her work and he barely notices at all.

“So, I’d guess you’re safe in that regard,” Jean tells him and then shares yet again a look with Lisa.

Maybe Kaeya shouldn’t have come here today, after all. He hates it when these two gang up on him, but it’s not as if he has many other options. No one else from his friend group has successfully managed to get together with anyone, so it’s these two or no one.

“What do you actually need help with, though?” Lisa asks him, giving him a smile that makes a shudder run down Kaeya’s back.

“I guess I’m—lost,” he admits, and buries his face in the plushie again. “Do I tell him? Do I ignore it? What do I do?”

“What do you want to do?” Jean carefully asks and this is the question Kaeya is afraid of.

He wants to be together with Albedo of course. He wants to reach out for him, and hold his hand, and kiss him, spend all his time with him and see him whenever he likes, share everything with him. That’s not the part that’s scary, because Kaeya can see all of that perfectly.

The scary part is what comes before; where he confesses and possibly gets rejected and then also loses Albedo as his friend.

Kaeya is not sure he could stand that.

“I want him to stay by my side,” Kaeya mumbles and hears Lisa sigh. “Don’t be mean to me, I’m fragile.”

“You’re always fragile,” Lisa shoots back without regard for his ego and Kaeya l let’s out a pained groan. “Listen, sweetie,” she then says and she sounds serious enough that Kaeya takes his face out of the safety of Gouba again. “The fact that you’re here, asking us already means you know what you want to do because otherwise you would have just stayed quiet. You’re good at suffering by yourself when you think you have to, so clearly this is different.”

“You want to tell him,” Jean very helpfully adds and Kaeya doesn’t mention all the times he bit his tongue in the last week to stop himself from simply blurting it out.

“You’re not lost, sweetie, you’re scared.”

“So what?” Kaeya snaps and then immediately winces. “He’s my best friend. What do I do if—” he trails off, unable to even voice his fear of Albedo rejecting him.

“First of all, I don’t think he will reject you,” Jean says. “And second, even if that happened; do you think he would pull away from you? You’re basically his family, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean he won’t reject me?” Kaeya asks, completely frozen. “What do you mean, Jean?”

“Sweetie, he barely talks to anyone else at school. He never tells anyone about Klee. None of us have ever even seen her, yet you go on weekend trips with them. Plus I’ve never seen him touch anyone besides you. He always keeps a distance with everyone he talks to.”

“What? No, he always reaches out,” Kaeya argues, certain that Jean and Lisa must be mistaken but his breath is already coming faster in anticipation. “He does, right?”

“To you, yeah,” Jean agrees with a smile. “No one else though. So I’d say go for it.”

“You think?”

“Definitely,” Lisa nods.

It’s the most terrifying advice they could have given him, Kaeya thinks as he buries himself back in Gouba, but maybe they are right.

Maybe, just maybe, he is kind of special to Albedo too, and that must count for something, right?

~*~*~

Kaeya doesn’t know why it’s so important to him to come out to Crepus before he confesses to Albedo but it somehow is and that in some way makes all of this worse.

Worse enough that Crepus is waiting for him when he comes home from school two days later, clearly worried about something.

“Kaeya, do you have a moment?” he asks and Kaeya quickly checks if Diluc is home yet.

He’s not going to come out to both of them at once, there’s no way he can stomach that.

“Diluc’s not here yet. I thought—Kaeya, are you alright?”

“I am,” he says but even he can tell that it’s barely believable and he hates to see the was Crepus’ face falls. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something,” Kaeya quickly goes on and he feels bad to see the relief wash over Crepus.

He must have really worried him.

“Sure. What is it?”

“I—you know—there’s—” Kaeya stumbles over his words, not knowing how to come out with this at all and it doesn’t help when Crepus gives him a small smile.

“Don’t force yourself. It’s alright if you don’t want to say. As long as you’re okay, though. You’d tell me is something was seriously wrong, right?”

“I guess my teachers would call you about that, wouldn’t they?” Kaeya asks, stalling for time as he sorts through his words.

“I don’t mean school stuff, Kaeya,” Crepus softly says. “I mean if something is wrong here, at home.”

“No! No, dad, everything is fine!” Crepus visibly melts when Kaeya calls him that and Kaeya thinks he probably still doesn’t do it often enough. “It’s just, it’s a personal matter.”

“Something you want to share, though,” Crepus says and it’s not a question.

“it’s just hard,” Kaeya mutters and then steps forward until he can hide his face in Crepus’ shoulder.

He doesn’t ask for physical reassurance much, but Crepus doesn’t hesitate to hug him close. It makes it easier like this, not having to see his face.

“Don’t be mad, okay?” Kaeya still can’t help but to say because he has no clue how Crepus is going to react to this.

“As long as you’re not endangering yourself or others, I promise,” Crepus immediately gives back and Kaeya chuckles.

“Nothing that serious, dad. I just—there’s this boy I like,” he then rushes out and holds his breath for Crepus’ reaction.

“A boy, huh? What’s his name?”

“Albedo,” Kaeya says, tentatively relaxing because it doesn’t sound as if Crepus is mad.

“You confessed yet?”

Kaeya shakes his head. “Wanted to do this first,” he mutters and feels Crepus huff out a breath.

“A kiddo, you were worried, huh?”

“Very,” he admits and then pushes away from Crepus when he ruffles his head.

“Nothing to worry about, not in this household, Kaeya. As long as you’re happy it really doesn’t matter who you love. I don’t care, and you know Diluc won’t either, right?”

“I—well, he will tease me, though,” Kaeya breathes out, desperately trying not to cry and Crepus laughs.

“That he will do,” he agrees. “Now, come help me with dinner and tell me about Albedo. He’s the one with the little sister, right?”

“Klee, yeah,” Kaeya nods and follows him to the kitchen, almost shaking with relief.

He thinks if he managed this, telling Albedo might not be so bad after all.

~*~*~

Kaeya feels as if he’s going to die. He barely slept, he couldn’t eat and it feels as if his heart is going to jump out of his chest.

But he’s going to do it today, and no amount of revolting from his body is going to stop him.

He has to wait until break to tell Albedo though, and he barely retains anything that is being said in the classes before that.

“I took notes for you,” Lisa informs him as the gong for the break goes off and Kaeya manages a small smile for her before he is off, rushing over to Albedo’s classroom.

He catches Albedo right before he leaves for the school yard and he must make quite the sight because Albedo instantly seems worried.

“Kaeya, is everything alright?” Albedo asks and reaches out for Kaeya’s wrist, carefully putting his fingertips to his skin there. “You okay?”

Kaeya tries not to think too much when he moves his hand and catches Albedo’s fingers in his.

“Can we talk for a moment? Somewhere private?”

“Sure,” Albedo says with a frown but he doesn’t pull his hand away. “The lab should be empty right now.”

Kaeya nods and follows Albedo through the hallways, cursing every step they have to take because it feels way too far. They are still holding hands though and Kaeya clings to that more than he probably should.

He lets out a relieved breath when they finally make it to the lab and Albedo closes the door behind them.

“What’s going on? You’re not sick, are you, your face is all flushed,” Albedo says and reaches out to feel Kaeya’s forehead.

“I’m good, I’m fine, promise,” Kaeya rushes out and then takes a deep breath before he catches Albedo’s hand in his again, holding on tighter this time. “Albedo, listen, I have something to say, okay.”

“I’m listening.” There’s still a confused frown on Albedo’s face and Kaeya wants to kiss it away but he can only do that if Albedo reciprocates his feelings.

And to know that he has to say it first.

“Albedo, I like you. In the romantic way. I’m in love with you,” Kaeya rushes out and then snaps his mouth shut.

It feels good to finally have said it but now there’s this dread forming in his stomach because who knows what answer Albedo will give him.

Kaeya thinks he might have his answer when Albedo gives him that smile again, the one Kaeya has only ever seen once before and the dread is replaced with butterflies.

“I like you too, Kaeya,” Albedo tells him and then actually laughs out loud as he scratches the back of his head. “Thank you for being braver than I am. Klee was already getting mad at me because I hadn’t told you yet.”

“Really?” Kaeya asks and he feels weak with happiness.

“Really. You’re supposed to come for dinner now.”

“Ah, sorry petal, my dad called dibs. He said it’s unfair that Klee already knows me but he doesn’t know you.”

“Fair trade, I guess,” Albedo agrees and then steps closer, properly threading their fingers together.

Kaeya doesn’t know what’s too much right now, so he opts to press a kiss to Albedo’s brow before he pulls him into a hug. Albedo’s arm comes up around him almost immediately and he clings to him just as tightly as Kaeya does to him.

“I am really happy right now,” Kaeya breathes out with a chuckle and he feels Albedo nod.

“ I am, too.”

#bt writes #kaebedo #beetober23 #genshin impact #albedo #kaeya #modern setting #au #feelings realization #getting together #supportiv friends #coming out #crepus #best dad

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2023 Day 14 - Figment

Suguru has lied to him, Satoru is sure of that. He said that it’s just the heat, that he’s simply tired, that he’ll be fine and Satoru believed him but now he thinks that it’s all a lie.

It might be a figment of his imagination, but he could swear that Suguru loses more weight with every day that passes and the circles under his eyes get bigger and bigger and darker on top of that. And that isn’t even touching on the fact that Suguru has been avoiding him for the better part of the month now.

Satoru is missing his nightly cuddle sessions and his morning kisses and he is not liking this one bit. Suguru is very good at avoiding him though, and it’s not as if Satoru has a lot of time tracking him down with the amount of solo missions they are both being sent on, but it has to stop at one point.

And that point is right now.

“Gojo, new mission for you,” Yaga yells through the hallway when he spots Satoru but Satoru couldn’t care less.

Let the old man go himself for all that he cares.

“Can’t, not sorry,” he calls over his shoulder and continues his way over to Suguru’s room.

He knows he’s home right now, knows he finished his own mission and came back two hours ago and after checking in with Shoko like they are required to, he left for his room. Satoru knows because he knows Suguru and that’s what he always does after a mission.

“What do you mean ‘can’t’?” Yaga shouts after him but Satoru just waves him off.

He doesn’t have time for this. Something is wrong with Suguru and that takes precedence. He’s sure Yaga can find someone else do deal with this mission. Besides, it’s not as if Satoru himself had some time, he just returned from his own mission this morning.

Surely they are due some rest one of these days.

“Yo, Suguru,” Satoru loudly says, knocking on Suguru’s door. “Come on, open up, I know you’re in!”

There’s only silence from the other side of the door and worry starts to grow in Satoru’s stomach. Even if Suguru is asleep, he should have woken up and called him in but this—

“Hey come on, why are you avoiding me?” Satoru tries again and when that is yet again met with no answer, he simply barges in. “Sorry for the intrusion,” he sing-songs, though he’s anything but because his own boyfriend is not answering him and he’ll simply have to deal with a little breach of privacy.

Not that there used to be much privacy between them, with the way Satoru practically lived in Suguru’s room.

“Suguru, come on, stop hiding your pretty face away,” Satoru says into the room and it takes him a minute to spot Suguru under the blankets.

It seems as if he pulled every single blanket he has over himself, almost being swallowed by the sheer bulk of it and Satoru wonders how he doesn’t die in the heat.

“Suguru, what are you doing?” Satoru asks and pokes the blanket mountain.

“Go away,” Suguru’s voice comes from underneath the fabric currently suffocating him and Satoru is very bad at doing what he’s being told so he squats down next to the bed.

“Not a chance. Not when we’re finally off at the same time. Come on, Suguru, what’s going on?”

It takes him a while but eventually Suguru turns around and finally faces Satoru, even if only his eyes peek out for now. It’s a win in Satoru’s book.

“What’s going on?” he asks again, much softer this time when he spots the by now almost black shadows under Suguru’s eyes.

“Nothing,” Suguru says and Satoru gives him a look over the rim of his glasses.

It seems Suguru doesn’t even believe himself because he doesn’t try that again and so Satoru has to resort to other methods.

“Scoot over,” he demands and impatiently taps his finger against Suguru’s bed.

It takes Suguru a little bit too long to react and Satoru isn’t sure if it’s because he’s stubborn or because he can’t find the energy to do it. When Satoru deems him moved enough he takes off his glasses and slides under the blankets with him. He very nearly instantly dies of heat.

“How can you stand this?” Satoru chokes out, convinced that he’ll be cooked to death in here, but Suguru only shrugs.

“I’m cold, lately.”

So it’s not a recent thing then, Satoru feared as much. It probably has to do with the weight loss as well and not sleeping surely can’t be helpful either.

“What’s wrong, Suguru?” Satoru whispers into the space between them when it seems that Suguru is not going to say anything.

He’s not reaching out for Satoru either, but he refuses to let that sting even though his own fingers itch with the need to wrap around Suguru’s wrist.

“Nothing is wrong,” Suguru says again as if it gets more believable the more often he says it and Satoru wants to smack him but he stops himself.

Suguru doesn’t seem up for their usual banter right now and he’s not going to push him past his breaking point.

“Something is wrong,” Satoru counters, keeping his voice low. “You don’t sleep, you don’t eat, I haven’t heard you laugh in weeks. You barely look at me, you won’t kiss me. You don’t even touch me at all.” Satoru lists all the things off he has noticed these past weeks and his throat goes tight with a sudden realisation. “Is it me? Do you not—”

“No,” Suguru says before Satoru can even finish his question and it brings a little bit of life back to his eyes. “It has nothing to do with us.”

But it might have something to do with me, Satoru thinks, because Suguru didn’t refute that it’s him.

“What is it then? Why won’t you touch me? I’m right here, you know.”

“Are you, though?” Suguru whispers and he worms his hand up, though his fingertips stop just shy of touching Satoru. “Can I even touch you? You have Limitless activated at all times these days, don’t think I don’t know. I’m just not very keen on trying to reach out to you and being repelled I guess,” he mutters and Satoru doesn’t hesitate a moment longer to pull him into a hug.

“It’s automated, remember,” he mumbles into Suguru’s hair. “And you don’t qualify as a threat. You’ll always be the exception to it,” he promises him, because it never even occurred to him to keep Suguru away with Limitless.

Satoru has done it to almost everyone else, dodged unwanted touches like that in the past, but never with Suguru. And he doesn’t intend to start any time soon.

“Oh,” Suguru breathes out and it takes him only a second to return the hug.

Satoru doesn’t comment on the way Suguru’s fingers dig almost painfully into his back and instead tightens his arms in turn around him.

They stay like this for a long time, but eventually Satoru pulls away because he still has more questions. This was just one of many after all.

“What about this then?” he asks and moves his thumb over Suguru’s lips. “Same reason?”

Satoru doesn’t think the answer will be yes, and he’s proven right when Suguru stays quiet and instead burrows closer to Satoru.

“Come on now, we’ve been doing so well with being honest for the last five minutes,” Satoru jokes, because he can’t help himself and it feels like the sweetest victory when he feels Suguru chuckle against him, even though it’s weak.

“Not the same reason,” he finally answers and Satoru nods, because he expected as much.

If only that one thing would have bothered Suguru, he wouldn’t struggle so hard.

“What then?”

“You don’t know how it tastes like,” Suguru whispers and Satoru can feel him shudder in his arms. “Taking in cursed spirits, swallowing them. It’s—revolting.”

He gags as if just talking about it sets him off again and Satoru nuzzles his face into Suguru’s hair.

“And the taste stays?” he asks, though he can guess the answer.

“The taste stays,” Suguru agrees and well, Satoru has an easy fix for that, at least right now.

“Come here,” he says and moves until he can kiss Suguru and slip him the sweet he was sucking on.

“Satoru,” Suguru chides him when they part, but the frown on his face is a little bit lighter.

“Does it mix awfully?” Satoru asks belatedly and fears that he might have made it worse for Suguru.

“It doesn’t, actually,” Suguru says, clearly savouring the taste.

Satoru knows that it’s not a true fix, because Suguru gets send out on missions almost as much as he does these days and Satoru guesses he has to swallow a curse or five every time he goes out. It’s too much and if it really tastes as bad as Suguru says—and why hasn’t Satoru ever thought about that possibility before?—then it’s no wonder he lost his appetite.

“So it helps?” Satoru can’t help but to ask because he needs to make things at least a little better for Suguru until he can figure out what to do in the long run.

“It helps, Satoru.”

“I’m glad, then,” Satoru softly says and brushes his lips over Suguru’s again, now that he’s allowed to once more. “Now tell me what else is going on. You’re not losing sleep over these two things alone, I’m sure of that.”

And it’s as if a dam broke with just that question, or maybe it finally became all too much for Suguru because he starts to talk almost immediately. Satoru listens to it all, to his struggle of seeing how non-sorcerers should be protected when they are the reason they have to fight and when horrible things like with Riko happen and how it all starts to make less and less sense in his head.

“How long until one of us goes out and comes back dead?” Suguru whispers at the end and shudders in Satoru’s arms. “How long until I decide I hate them all? How long until curses get stronger and stronger until we can’t do anything about them anymore?”

Satoru thinks back to what he has heard since his birth: his existence upset the balance of the world. It’s only since he has been born that curses get stronger like they do these days.

“That’s my fault,” he breathes out and tucks Suguru close. “The curses. Those are my fault. My techniques—” He cuts himself off, because things surely would be easier for all of them if he didn’t inherit both of them. “I could—I mean if I’m gone curses should go back to normal,” he says and the moment he says it he knows that it’s a stupid, reckless, hurtful thing to say and Suguru flinches in his arms.

“Satoru, don’t even joke about that!” he hisses out and there’s desperation on his face.

It’s not a nice look because Satoru doesn’t want to see him panicked like that but at least it’s an emotion. Suguru hasn’t shown many of them in the last month.

“I’m not, sorry, that was stupid to say,” he backpaddles but the damage is done and the fear sits in Suguru’s eyes now.

“What you need is a vacation,” Satoru decides even though he knows that’s not going to solve any of the things Suguru has told him.

But Satoru needs more time to think, needs some time to figure out how to truly help him and this is going to be a start. It’ll be time they can spend together and during which Suguru doesn’t have to swallow any curses.

It will fix the small things at least, and the big things can be tackled later.

“Right,” Suguru scoffs out. “Because Yaga is just going to let me fuck off for a few days.”

“A week, at least, and he’s going to let us both fuck off. I can be very convincing,” Satoru says with his most winning smile and it brings out a smile at long last.

“You mean you can be very annoying,” Suguru corrects him and Satoru gasps in mock hurt.

“You’re so mean to me,” he cries out and rolls them around to smother himself into Suguru’s chest.

He loves how he can feel the vibrations of his laugh through their chests and he didn’t even realise just how much he missed him these past few weeks. He needs to take better care of Suguru, so things like this don’t happen again, he decides and looks up at Suguru.

“So, a vacation?” he prompts and Suguru’s face softens slightly.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he admits. “If you can convince Yaga, that is.”

“Oh, believe me, he’s already convinced, not a problem at all. You pick a destination, and I’ll make it happen. I’m very convincing,” Satoru tells him and closes his eyes, content to fall asleep right then and there.

“You’re a menace, is what you are,” Suguru mutters and cards his fingers through Satoru’s hair. “Thank you.”

“Love you,” Satoru gives back because he hasn’t said that enough in the past, either.

“Love you, too,” Suguru instantly gives back and Satoru thinks that they are going to be alright.

It’ll take time and probably more introspection than Satoru is comfortable with but they’ll get back on the right track, whatever that might be for them. The only important thing to Satoru is that it’s one where Suguru can laugh and be happy and not doubt his every move. And Satoru will be there for him every step of the way.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #getou suguru #gojo satoru #hurt/comfort #depression #cuddling and snuggling #not a magical-fix it #canon divergence #satoru notices him struggling #established relationship

[bloody-bee-tea]

BeeTober 2023 Day 31 - Ribbon

This is the end of Beetober 2023! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did and here's to many more years of it <3

Suguru barely sat down on Satoru’s bed, his laptop at the ready for the movie, when Satoru spills himself over Suguru’s side.

“Careful,” Suguru gently chides him as he stabilises the laptop, but of course his words don’t have an effect on Satoru, because if anything he gets even more clingy.

“Suguru,” Satoru whines out, stopping him from pressing play.

“What?” Suguru asks, aware that the fondness is practically dripping from his voice but it’s hard to be anything but fond with Satoru so easily invading his personal space.

Suguru can’t be anything but be in love when Satoru is so close.

“Your birthday is coming up,” Satoru says and Suguru nods, because it is indeed.

“Good observation,” he teases and chuckles when Satoru pouts at him.

“Don’t be mean to me,” he mutters, resting more heavily against Suguru. “Tell me what you want for your birthday instead.”

Suguru hums, mostly to play for time. He hasn’t thought about that yet and now that he’s practically forced to, he comes up empty.

“Tell me, tell me, tell me,” Satoru says and pokes Suguru’s stomach, who is quick to catch Satoru’s hand with his own.

“Stop that,” he breathes out, biting back the wave of nausea that’s threatening to overwhelm him.

They just came back from a mission and Suguru had to take in more curses than normally. His stomach doesn’t quite feel settled yet.

“Shit, sorry,” Satoru whispers and goes lax in an attempt to get Suguru to relax again.

“‘s okay,” Suguru mutters when he’s sure he is not going to throw up but his words don’t wipe that guilty look off Satoru’s face.

“It’s not. I shouldn’t have forgotten. I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Suguru breathes out and threads their fingers together, trying to reassure Satoru that he isn’t mad, trying to pretend that this doesn’t mean more to him than it does to Satoru. “Do you have another one of those candies?” he then asks to distract both of them and like Suguru predicted, Satoru lights up because he can do something for him before he narrows his eyes at Suguru.

“Stop stealing my candy, Suguru, you’re so mean, I need those to survive.”

“And I need them to not throw up, and you have enough to spare me one,” Suguru shoots back and Satoru grumbles a bit more, but of course he gets a candy for Suguru.

“Say aaahhhh,” he says as he holds the unwrapped one out to Suguru and Suguru is quick to snatch it out of his fingers, playfully nipping at them too.

Satoru screeches and wails and wipes his fingers off Suguru’s shirt in such an exaggerated manner that Suguru almost chokes on the candy, he laughs so hard and soon they are nothing more than a breathless puddle on the bed, nausea forgotten.

“No, but seriously,” Satoru says after a while, playing with a strand of Suguru’s now undone hair. “What do you want for your birthday?”

“Back to that, huh?” Suguru asks and he just knows that Satoru is rolling his eyes.

“Because you haven’t answered me. Tell me what you want.”

You, Suguru thinks but doesn’t say and when Satoru digs his bony chin into his sternum to properly look at Suguru he closes his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Suguru tells him, well aware that Satoru is not going to drop it until Suguru gives him a proper answer. “I haven’t thought about it.”

“There must be something you’re missing, something you want to buy for yourself. Tell me, so I can buy it for you.”

“You already buy all my shit for me,” Suguru gives back with a frown and Satoru huffs out a breath.

“So? Let me buy you something else.”

“Satoru, I have everything I need,” Suguru whispers, reaching out to card his fingers through Satoru’s hair and he can’t think about this too much or he’ll spill his entire heart out to Satoru.

He has everything he needs because Satoru is right there by his side.

“You’re really not making this easy for me,” Satoru complains, thumbing the edge of the forgotten laptop. 

“I’m making this so easy for you,” Suguru shoots back. “Don’t get me anything.”

That makes Satoru look at him again.

“It’s your birthday. Of course I’m going to get you something.”

“Then I can’t help you,” Suguru sighs out though he is strangely touched by Satoru’s insistence.

Birthdays have never been a big thing for him, his parents mostly getting him useful stuff for the upcoming school year or something like that and Suguru didn’t really have to think about what to wish for until now.

“I want it to be a good present,” Satoru mutters, clearly dejected that Suguru can’t give him a few options and Suguru goes back to carding his fingers through his hair.

“If you get it for me, I’ll love it,” he promises him. “You could get me a pet rock and I would always keep it with me because you gave it to me. Don’t stress over this too much,” Suguru gently tells him and Satoru lets out a big sigh.

“A pet rock, huh,” he mumbles, his head right over Suguru’s heart and Suguru prays to all the gods he knows that Satoru doesn’t notice how fast it’s beating.

Sometimes Suguru is not sure how they always end up like this, invading each other’s personal space as if it means nothing, cuddling like they would die if they don’t get to, sharing their space in a way that makes Suguru think they might be made for each other.

“You still want to watch the movie?” Suguru asks after several minutes of them quietly laying together and he knows he has his answer when Satoru speaks up a moment too late.

“Nah, lets just stay like this,” Satoru predictably mumbles and goes heavy against Suguru, a clear indication that he’s falling asleep.

It’s not the first time they’ve shared a bed and it won’t be the last, either, Suguru is certain of that. He holds out for another five minutes, gives Satoru time to really fall asleep before he presses his lips to the crown of Satoru’s head.

“Sleep well,” he whispers into his soft hair and then he drifts off himself.

~*~*~

Satoru keeps asking him what he wants for his birthday, and every time Suguru tells him the same—he doesn’t know, he doesn’t need anything, he doesn’t want anything—he gets more and more desperate.

Suguru hates to see it, but it’s not as if he can help Satoru. He already told him that it doesn’t matter to him, that he doesn’t care, as long as Satoru thinks of him while buying it and he doesn’t know how else to explain it to him.

“Suguru, please,” Satoru says one day and his voice is serious in a way Suguru is not used to. “Just give me something. Anything.”

“I can’t, Satoru, I really can’t,” Suguru says and he almost feels bad about it, even though it’s not something he can help. “There is nothing I need. I have everything I want right here. Stop stressing about this, please. Pick me a flower from the sidewalk for all I care.”

“It’s going to rot,” Satoru mutters, his shoulders dropping and for one horrifying moment Suguru thinks Satoru is going to cry.

“That’s what flowers usually do, yes,” Suguru agrees and reaches out to take Satoru’s hand in his. “Listen. Just spend the day with me, alright? Let’s do breakfast at one of the fancy places you want to try out and then just do whatever the rest of the day.”

Satoru frowns at Suguru, and he seems displeased. Suguru can’t help but thread their fingers together, hoping to stave off some of the bad mood that’s clearly creeping up on Satoru.

“But that would be something I want to do,” Satoru protests. “I want to do something you want to do.”

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to do the same as you?” Suguru asks. “It sounds like a perfect plan to me.”

“But you always complain when I drag you out to eat with me!”

“Because you choose the most random ass times to do so, Satoru,” Suguru chuckles out. “Two in the morning is not a good time to go for dinner. Besides,” he grins at Satoru, “it’s too much fun to rile you up.”

“You’re so mean! I can’t believe that you do that to annoy me,” Satoru whines and drops his head on Suguru’s shoulder.

“Come on, you love it,” Suguru gives back and scratches at Satoru’s scalp, willing his heart to stay in his chest.

Truly, if he could as for one thing in the world, it would be to always be able to be this close to Satoru.

“I do,” Satoru mutters though he doesn’t sound too happy about it.

“See, win-win for both of us,” Suguru easily says and then shrugs Satoru off. “Now come on, all this talk about going out for food has made me hungry. I’m thinking pizza.”

“No way, I know just the place,” Satoru says, immediately back in high spirits because he’s easy like that.

He walks ahead of Suguru, rattling off all the possible options they have that are not pizza and Suguru is so content in that moment, that he wishes he could convey it to Satoru, simply to let him know just how unnecessary it is to do something special for his birthday.

Being able to follow Satoru while he rants about food is truly all Suguru needs in his life.

~*~*~

Satoru is acting strangely. Suguru knows this because they are watching a movie and Satoru is sitting far away enough that they don’t touch.

This has never happened before and Suguru feels cold twice over.

“What’s wrong?” he asks over the yelling in the movie but it’s not as if he’s been paying attention.

His mind has entirely been focused on Satoru.

“Nothing,” Satoru says, too quickly, with a voice that is just a little bit too high and he shuffles another few centimetres away from Suguru.

“Satoru.” Suguru tries to keep his voice even, but Satoru is worrying him and he can’t fix it if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“Suguru,” Satoru replies clearly rolling his eyes at him and that, now, is almost normal.

Almost. The distance between them feels like a chasm and Suguru doesn’t know how to bridge it.

“You need to tell me if something is wrong,” Suguru tries again and watches how Satoru pushes a shaking hand through his hair.

“Nothing is wrong,” he insists again and almost flinches when Suguru reaches for his hand.

It stings, to see him this jumpy around Suguru and it almost makes him hesitate but in the end he captures Satoru’s hand in his.

Like they have done countless times. Satoru’s hand never shook like this before, though.

“Are you nervous?” Suguru asks, because he needs to understand what’s wrong, needs to have Satoru tell him so they can get past this but Satoru presses his lips together.

“Go back to the movie, idiot,” he says, clearly trying for their usual teasing but it falls flat into the chasm between them and Suguru reluctantly takes his hand back.

Satoru doesn’t stop him.

“Tomorrow, do you still want to—” Suguru trails off, not sure how he can ask if Satoru still wants to spend his birthday with him, but this, at least, gets a real reaction out of Satoru.

“Of course we’re spending your birthday together, don’t be so stupid,” he hisses out and looks at Suguru for the first time since he came into his room.

“Okay,” Suguru whispers and hopes that whatever it is that bothers Satoru will resolve itself.

Because he really doesn’t know if he can survive a birthday with that much distance between himself and Satoru.

~*~*~

“Happy birthday, or whatever,” Satoru says as he thrusts a small package at Suguru.

“Thanks, I guess?” Suguru carefully replies, and he hates to see how pinched Satoru’s face still is.

His mood did not magically improve over night and Suguru fights the urge to shake him until the truth spills out.

Instead of doing that he busies himself with unwrapping the gift and he lets out a huff when a pet rock falls into his hand.

It’s white and Satoru glued blue googly-eyes on it.

Suguru loves it dearly.

“Thank you,” he breathes out, carefully cradling the rock in his hand.

“Yeah, whatever,” Satoru mutters, unable to meet his eyes and Suguru sighs as he puts the rock down on his bedside table.

“Satoru. I thought you might be nervous about the stupid gift thing, but you haven’t been nervous about this.” He nods towards the rock. “What’s truly going on?”

Satoru opens his mouth but Suguru interrupts him rather rudely.

“If you say nothing I will use rock-Gojo to bash your head in,” he threatens and watches how the fight leaves Satoru.

“I’m a coward, that’s what’s going on,” Satoru says, almost too quiet to be heard and everything in Suguru rejects that statement.

Satoru might be a lot of things but a coward is not one of them.

“You’re not,” he immediately says and then takes a moment to think things through. “Rock-Gojo is not the present you wanted to give me,” he then hazards a guess and he knows he hit the nail on the head when Satoru shuffles on his feet.

“Yeah,” he agrees when Suguru waits him out and Suguru steps close, close enough that he can lean their foreheads together.

“Satoru, it’s just me,” he whispers in the space between them and Satoru lets out a choked laugh.

“Yeah, that’s the problem.”

“I don’t understand,” Suguru admits but it seems as if something he said reached Satoru because when he pulls back, there’s determination in his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll give you your real gift. But you—” he briefly bites at his lower lip, “—you have to promise you won’t be mad.”

“I’m always low-key mad at you when you open your mouth, so no,” Suguru teases him and it does startle a brief laugh out of Satoru.

“You’re the worst,” Satoru mutters. “Don’t even deserve this.” He puts his hands on Suguru’s shoulders and turns him around. “Stay like that until I tell you to turn,” he instructs and Suguru easily nods.

He can do that for Satoru.

Suguru hears some shuffling behind him but it doesn’t sound as if Satoru is leaving the room so he must have had the present with him all this time. It only makes Suguru wonder more just what it could be but he guesses he’s going to find out soon enough.

“You can turn around now,” Satoru says but he sounds strange and Suguru fears he’s going to bolt any second now, so he’s quick to do what Satoru said.

He turns and comes face to face with a Satoru who seems even paler as he usually is and then Suguru’s eye gets caught on the ribbon wrapped around Satoru’s throat.

“Tada,” Satoru weakly says. “I’m your present.”

Suguru forgets how to breathe, his mind racing. Surely, Satoru can’t mean it in the way Suguru wants him to mean it. Surely, there must be another meaning to his words, something less innocent, something that doesn’t mean Suguru is allowed to keep him.

“Knew you’d hate it,” Satoru mutters under his breath when Suguru doesn’t move for too long and it’s enough to finally spur him into action.

“Satoru,” Suguru breathes out, stumbling forward to take Satoru’s hands in his. “You’ll have to explain. Because this—you have to explain or else I’m going to get the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea?” Satoru asks. “What’s there to get wrong. I’m gifting myself to you.”

It still doesn’t make any more sense to Suguru because it’s everything he’s wanted for such a long time that this cannot possibly be true.

“As in, for the day? As a joke? Satoru, please, I—”

“As this,” Satoru softly says, apparently finally picking up on Suguru’s panic and he leans forward to brush his lips over Suguru’s. “I thought—maybe you’d want me, like I want you,” Satoru whispers when they part and it’s enough.

Suguru pulls him into a crushing hug, burying his face in Satoru’s hair and simply holding him as close as he can.

“I love you,” Satoru says and that, truly, is the best birthday gift of all times.

“You’re no longer allowed to give me another birthday gift ever again, because you cannot top this,” Suguru chokes out. “I love you, too.”

Suguru chuckles and Suguru feels it with his entire body. He wants to do this for the rest of his life.

“I was so nervous about this,” Satoru admits, tightly gripping on to the back of Suguru’s shirt.

“That’s why you were so strange yesterday,” Suguru says and at least that makes a little bit of sense now.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“You scared me,” Suguru admits and Satoru moves impossibly closer.

“Sorry. I was just—I really thought you’re going to hate this and I was so nervous.”

“Satoru, Satoru, please,” Suguru mutters and pushes him away so he can look him in the eyes. “How could I ever hate you? Don’t you know how much I love you?”

Suguru thinks back to all the times they held hands, to all the times they cuddled and fell asleep tangled up with each other but then again—it’s not as if he knew that Satoru loves him, either.

“Don’t answer that,” he rushes out before Satoru can say something. “I didn’t know, either. About you loving me, I mean.”

“We truly are a pair, huh?” Satoru laughs out and Suguru wants to taste that laugh for himself, so he simply leans in again.

He also finally undoes the ribbon around Satoru’s throat.

“In case it wasn’t clear, I’m accepting my present.”

“You don’t want the receipt?” Satoru cheekily asks and it’s so good to see him back being his normal self that Suguru melts against him.

Satoru staggers slightly under his weight and it occurs to Suguru that normally, it’s the other way around. They’ll have to change that. Suguru is big on equality and he’ll make sure to drape himself over Satoru more.

“Never giving you back,” Suguru whispers, brushing his lips over Satoru’s throat, just where the ribbon had been and he feels Satoru shudder underneath him. “You’re mine now.”

“Feels more like a present to me,” Satoru admits and Suguru smiles into his skin.

“We share everything, anyway, so it’s only right that it’s for both of us.”

“Okay,” Satoru shakily agrees and Suguru blindly reaches out to thread their fingers together.

“Best birthday present, ever,” he reiterates and Satoru squeezes his hand.

“Noted.”

They stay like that for a while, basking in the presence and warmth and love of the other and Suguru finds himself unwilling to ever move again.

He has everything he ever wanted right in his arms, after all.

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