Between the two boys, nothing went unseen. Satoru sees everything, and catches what exists beyond teh physical human eye, while Suguru picks up on things that aren't said. He notices the silent hesitations, the changes in behavior, what makes people tick. Such as the rare occasion before him, where his best friend is fumbling his way through words. specially after all that posturing from earlier. But now, after receiving more than what he'd asked for, Suguru observed that perhaps the boy beside him hadn't expected his sincerity to land the way it did. He watches him, slightly induling in the amusement as the boy musters up a half-formed sentence. Leaning back slightly, a playful brow lifts on his features, "Only 'kind of'?" repeating with a drawl, "It was very sappy..." spoken like a confession to something unspeakable; grin widening as he mirrors the familiar mirth between them.
"But I wasn't about to leave you hanging," he continues, thumb grazing over palm, tone now softer in cadence. "since you were practically begging, and all...". spoken casually, though, his facial features give him away. he'd meant every word from before, and Satoru knew it, too. Fondness that's layered within dry amusement amidst the ambiguity of feelings. and the proof, if any was still needed, is right there when Suguru brought their still-clasped hands up once more, pressing a final kiss to the back of his friend's knuckles. A wordless answer that needs no elaboration, making clear what's meant as he kept his gaze fixed on the other boy while he does it
then, fingers are unlinked, and hands drift apart ; finger pads trailing until they fell away. and with ease, Suguru shifts forward, untangling himself as he moved to climb over the other boy, pushing covers down as he went. he's halfway off the bed when Satoru spoke again.
'That was also waaaaaay better than how anyone's ever kissed me before, just so you know'.'
the words followed him across the scope of the room, and he pauses, back faced to him aas he crouches to retrieve the discarded manga from where it'd landed earlier. his expression is turned from where his friend can see, hidden in the angle of where he's faced when a smile breaks across his face. fingers brushed idly over the cover when rising again, "That's... what we were going for, isn't it?" calling over his shoulder ; the smile on his lips audible in the way it's said, of course.
As he made his way to Satoru's desk, the comments have sunken in. He rifled through the clutter inside and atop the desk. It's trinkets jammed between drawers, old graded papers bunched together, capless pens and other writing utensils (probably dried out). Complete disarray he's sifting through here... until finally pulling out the first takeout menu he can find. and then, a second, shoved along the side of one of the inner drawers. Good enough. "and anyway," he starts, turning slightly on one foot, magazine and menus in one hand, and the other, plucking the cellphone off the nightstand. Returning to the bed, he approaches the boy again, kneeling onto the mattress, carefully settling back into his spot beside him. "Some people are unforgettable." he finally answers, handing his phone over. "Some more than others.." indirectly referring to the boy laying beside him. The implication is obvious enough. Instead, the Jump edition is tossed along the side of the wall. and soon after, his arm curls under Satoru to pull them back together, tucking him into the crook of his side.
With that, the two menus in the hand are raised lazily from the right side, and above Satoru's head. All fanned out and waved just out of reach like a cat toy he fully expected to be swatted at. "I managed to scavenge these... but, we'll have to go pick it up ourselves, though." though it sounds like nothing more than an offhand comment, it wasn't. Rather, a callback to what his best friend confessed earlier about being left alone. beneath their little taunts and teasing, it's a gentle reminder, a shared promise ... that some things wouldn't be thrown in each other's faces.
