Satoru grins, and makes his move. “Was your junior high girlfriend a better kisser than I am?” There’s a 0.3 second lag to Suguru’s movements as he processes the question. Satoru gets close and lands several superficial hits on him, as well as a mean kick to his ribs, one that’s going to smart for the rest of their spar. Satoru’s favourite trick is taking some damage himself in exchange for getting through Suguru’s guard, hitting him somewhere where it’ll hurt--enough that the strain will show on his face later, betraying his tricks. And this time, Satoru didn’t even have to pay the price. Suguru recovers quickly, focus sharpening, body fluid. Satoru is the one who has to dance away, again. “What is wrong with you?” Suguru hisses, face scrunched up comically. They are, in fact, not alone on the training grounds. Shoko is reading a book in the shade of a nearby tree, on standby in case one of the school’s precious special grades needs medical attention. Yaga stands next to her, back stiff, arms crossed, face permanently settled into a mild scowl. Satoru’s grin is not pleasant. “What? I thought you weren’t embarrassed, Suguru. Or…” He pauses for another short exchange of glancing blows, struggling to keep his breathing controlled with laughter bubbling up his chest. “Are you embarrassed because it’s me?” Satoru keeps his smile teasing, but hearing his own words makes something inside him curl up against the hurt. He tells himself it’s fine either way. If he and Suguru want different things, then whatever, they’ll work it out. Maybe Satoru’s feelings are too intense for both of them. Maybe he just isn’t built for this, for gentle childish things. “You are pretty embarrassing, yeah,” Suguru spits out, and goes on the offensive.
Snippet from a 5Summers Switchmas in July fic. I'm working hard to get everything finished on time!
