Well, bean's beautiful art gave me brainrot — so surprise! Here's a second piece for our @satosugusato White Day event in the form of a little mini fic! Hope you enjoy this impromptu glo bean collab 🌹
‘Satoru! Are you listening?’
No, Satoru wasn’t listening.
Because 40 minutes into a meeting that he definitely didn’t need to be at, Satoru’s mind had wandered to the curious little envelope he’d collected from his pigeonhole on the way to the staff room. Already running seven or eight minutes late, he’d opted to shove it in his pocket to save himself the lecture — only to receive a lecture from Yaga anyway.
After listening to him droning on and on about the upcoming financial year for the better part of an hour, Satoru had tuned out somewhere around the time Kusakabe piped up about budgeting discrepancies between the two schools.
(Of course Kyoto received more funding. With people like Utahime teaching those poor kids, Satoru thought it should have been obvious they needed all the help they could get.)
Fishing the little envelope out of his pocket, he hadn’t expected much. There was no name or address printed on the front of it. Just “proof of delivery” written in an unfamiliar scrawl — nothing more than a disturbingly personal touch from the courier company, he’d thought. That was why, pulling out the card tucked within, Satoru hadn’t suspected anything at first.
But then he’d opened it.
It wasn’t even the item that slipped out from between the pages that gave it away.
It was the scent.
Enclosed within the otherwise blank card was a potent fragrance that Satoru would recognise anywhere. The scent of sweet jasmine and satisfaction he dreamed about every day he was away from it.
Then, of course, there was what had tumbled into his lap.
Raising a (barely) trembling hand to his bandages, he’d pulled them up over one eye to gaze upon the—holy fucking shit—Polaroid photo, cradling it between his fingers with the same care he afforded to the creatures with gossamer wings that became trapped behind the shoji screens from time to time.
That was how Satoru had ended up in the situation he found himself in now, the entire body of Jujutsu High staff staring at him as he stared at the Polaroid, the strongest sorcerer reduced to small fry by the sight of the mouthwatering delicacy printed onto the glossy paper before him.
‘Sorry, chief!’ Slapping his thighs, Satoru sprang up from his chair with haste. ‘Great chat, but I gotta run! Special Grade duties, you know how it is!’
‘Satoru, I know you don’t have any missions toda—’
But Satoru was already gone.
Because the roses piled between Suguru’s legs had been delivered less than two hours ago, and though he probably should have been more concerned about how the worst curse user had snuck an envelope onto the school grounds unnoticed, all Satoru could think about was the small chance that Suguru was still waiting for him.
Sure enough, when he arrived in Suguru’s bedroom precisely 0.4 seconds later, he was greeted by the sweet scent of roses and jasmine — and the sweet sight of Suguru, still spread out over the bedsheets.
‘Finally,’ Suguru grumbled, tossing the poor petal he’d been ripping to pieces aside. Propping himself up on the mattress, he levelled Satoru with a glare. ‘Took you long enough to—oof!’
Satoru silenced his complaints with a kiss, shrugging off his jacket without ever letting his lips leave Suguru’s. Sliding his hands across golden skin, his fingers found the little floral ornament attached to a pierced nipple and he outright groaned into Suguru’s open mouth.
‘Very clever,’ he gasped when they finally parted.
Shuffling down the mattress, he pressed his nose into the petals between Suguru’s legs, breathing deep in search of the addictive scent that lay beneath.
‘But I want my gift now.’
Thank you to the cutest @hugbin for the inspiration! She not only let me use her idea for Taste Test, but she also let me use her beautiful art for the sake of this little fic! Please do show her art some love 🌹
