ㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── content; mdni, smut, in the pool, age gap (gojo is 40)
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who has you salivating, pulling down your glasses to take a clearer peek at his physique, the moment he emerges wet from the azure depths of a pool, water cascading down his chiseled torso, rivuletting over his delicious muscles. one biggg hand runs through his wettened bangs as he takes biggg steps out. he's adonis-shaped with a happy trail making a path down down down his abdomen, past the slopes of his v-line, swimming shorts hung wet and dangerously low on his lips, the sight sparking your wild imagination until... aw, his shorts hide the rest. what a shame.
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who charms you with that honey-like voice, that golden-retriever temperament. eyes pooling azure, hot onto you, practically running marathons with the long looks he gives over your figure, "i definitely don't mind ya perving on me while i swim, sweets," he bats his lashes, "but since you're watching... i'm gonna show off a little."
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who relishes every minute of showing off his muscles in breaststroke, backstroke... wishing he could give you other strokes until you're trembling, hardly able to hold yourself together. he knows you're clenching your thighs as you feel your pussy practically cry out for him. he's met girls like you before.
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who appears at the edge of the pool like a merman washed ashore, "the water's like heaven, come swim with me? i'm just dying to see you get wet for me — whaaat?"
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who, having just turned a fresh forty, has a sexual appetite that rivals his twenties by a long shot. his cock, thumping for you, resting thick and suffocated behind his tight swim shorts, begging to spring free and fill your pussy.
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who has the eyes that you swear reflect infinitely back at you all his pent-up lust. "shameless old man," you tease, "you know i can see that, right?" this earns a smirk from him that gets your tummy doing loopies, "yeah, i know. and you want to feel it, right?" he coos right back to you, irises just half-moons under those heavy lids, his chin just skimming the surface of the water.
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who's breathing down the back of your neck, pretty upturned nose grazing at your heat-prickled skin. the chlorinated pool mingles with his spicy cologne. he's caging you with his fat biceps, pressing the firm muscle tight to you, watching how you giggle uncontrollably. "you're so shameless."
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who merely needs to ask you in a soft purr, "can i fuck your brains out, just like this?"
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who fucks you from behind, in the quiet vacancy of the pool's after hours. it's just grunts, moans, and the non-stop splish-splish-splish filling the air as his hips eagerly snap to your ass, "mhm, you squeeze me just right, don't you? ahh, fuck... milking a stranger's cock like this, how naughty." he teases, lips hot on the shell of your ear, eyes focused on the way your lips fall open so unable to close from the pleasure of his fat cock splitting you wiiide open. "fuck, s'toru! cumminggg — " you wail out, moments before you're spasming around him, "— uh-huh, i can feel it... ffffuuuuuccckkkk, that's a good girl."
ㅤSWIMMER!GOJO who can't pull out until he's emptied his plump, pink balls for all they're worth. "that's it, that's it," he coaxes, bullying his skilled fingers at your clit, "good girls know how to take an older man's cock, mhm, and you're suuuuuuuch a good girl — go dumb for me. you don't need t' think, just cum."
🍰🧺🌼 we r goin on a picnic in the countryside ASAP aashi bring ur fav album and a gingham blanket
HI JAYYYYYYY i am bringing 1989 and a pink blanket especially as well as those chocolate bars that melt under the sun to eat bussalicious crossaints with :333 now whats the album of ur choice ???
Heyhey! Now and Later + Airheads for the self ship asks? :D
hello ! ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノthanks for the ask <3
Now and Later: What was your first self ship, do your still ship with that character?
omg it was when i was 12 or 13, i was obsessed with alois trancy from black butler! it was the very first time i started to draw myself self shipping. i live in regret now but at the time i had a huge crush on him. obviously not anymore lol
this is him ^
Airheads: What was your first interaction with your f/o like? Did you always like each other?
i can only imagine awkwardness during our first interaction. (eren isn't awkward, just me lol.) we meet at a mutual friends party, a little get together. we know of each other before then, but only start interacting once our friend introduces us. i'm stuttering and stammering on my words, barely making a peep, bc i'm freaking out that a guy as cute as him is talking to me.
i like eren instantly, and although he says he thought i was cute when we first met, idk if he would like me right away? i'm really shy so idk, i wouldn't stand out too much at first. he would eventually develop feelings but he would be falling HARD once he does, he just seems like the very dedicated type ᵉʰᵉʰᵉ(*/∇＼⭒)
To be able to kiss you every day... what would that be like? Some people are so lucky as to have their lovers by their side, but his lover is on the other face of the planet.
What are you up to right now? is a question that lingered in his mind every day as he dragged his feet from room to room across the apartment — oh he was in such a state after you left, he kept his gaze pointed downwards and snuggled his face into the plush bunny that you had forgotten to pack. Aimlessly wandering like this, Satoru's lost blue eyes lingered on small objects that reminded him of you.
The cup from which you drank, the pillow you loved to hold while sat on his bed, the photo strip with the tiniest square piece of evidence that he had the guts to kiss your cheek... the kiss that you left on his lips that he daydreamed about over and over again.
Sometimes it felt like your kiss was still on his lips, like it was a tangible memory; your breath, your mouth, your taste, your affection.
Blinking up at the ceiling, Satoru often laid awake in the middle of the night and thought of you with such focus that he almost felt like you were there. After long, blushing daydreams, he'd eventually roll over onto his side and hug his ribs — as he habitually did whenever he felt lonely.
One sleepless night, he penned down this feeling, 'I'm in my home, yet I feel homesick. Why can't I just be a rabbit and burrow a home in your chest where I know I'll be warm?'.
Some nights, just before he fell asleep, he'd stare into your photo and couldn't help but get teary-eyed, couldn't even hold back the tiniest of tears that leaked out and rolled down the side of his nose.
今すぐ会いたい ...
And Suguru?
Oh, Suguru.
Let’s not even begin to describe what he felt when you left.
He acted strong for his best friend; making sure that he didn't forget to eat, surprising him with little gifts like his favorite sweets when he came home, spending late nights watching TV with him until he was smiling again.
But despite Suguru’s efforts to cheer up Satoru, some days were stained with a frown. Satoru wouldn’t even notice how miserable he looked until Suguru said something about it.
"Satoru, you're frowning again." he commented while making coffee in the kitchen.
"And I’ll be frowning for as long as she’s not here." replied Satoru quite dramatically.
Suguru shook his head and slurped his coffee.
"... she hasn't fallen off of the face of the earth, you know." he said, setting down his mug.
"I know, but it feels like it." whined Satoru
"Don't mope around too much. She'll visit again, and I can bet that she'll make it for your birthday."
Satoru's face lit up ever so slightly at this.
"Mm... maybe..." mumbled Satoru.
"Now stop frowning; you'll get wrinkles."
"Nah! You may have that old man look about you, but I'm never gonna wrinkle — I'm forever twenty-one!"
Suguru spread his lips into a thin smile and laughed lightly. "Well, you definitely still act like a twenty-one year old..." he muttered in English under his breath.
“Hey, what’re you saying!”
“Nothing, nothing.”
They stood in the kitchen, drinking iced coffees before work started, feeling a coldness making its way up from their ankles to their ears. It wasn't cold because winter was nearing; it was cold because your warmth wasn't there.
As Suguru thought to himself, you're the sun that lights my way and warms my skin — but he didn't write this into his notes app, of course, because he felt it was too cheesy.
"If you miss her so much, just text her more often." said Suguru.
"I don't want to seem clingy." Satoru admitted.
"Huh, why? Jeez, ‘Toru... don't overthink things so much. You’re cute when you’re a little clingy; and I’m sure she'd appreciate hearing about even the most mundane things that happen throughout your day. Why don't you show her the route you take to work? It's pretty scenic. And I'm sure she misses your voice... I mean, don't you miss her voice?"
Satoru looked thoughtfully at his iced coffee, contemplating on what Suguru had suggested. He was using the same cup that you liked using, wearing the same shirt that he wore when he went with you to the aquarium.
"Yeah... that's a good idea..." Satoru replied at last. "I'll do that."
"Good; and stop being lazy and start learning English." Suguru teased.
"Well why don't you teach me yourself!"
"I'm not a good teacher..."
"... please?"
Suguru gave in so easily. "Alright. When I get home from work today, I’ll look for my old textbooks." he promised.
*****
Whether he was inside or out of the house, Satoru was always thinking about doing things with you, eagerly sharing snippets of his day after feeling this newfound freedom from the fear of seeming clingy — something he’d been scared of his whole life.
But just a few small words and encouragement from his best friend opened his eyes.
What's the point of fearing that? Why not risk seeming clingy? I'm only alive once, and I probably only know you in this lifetime.
I want you to be the one I watch late-night TV with, I want your scent to be the one I smell on all my clothes, I want to buy your favorite drink for you on my way home, I want you to be the one I walk alongside, I want you to be the one I complain about the weather to, I want you to be the lips I kiss before heading off to work.
So, Satoru tried to include you in his daily life.
But the things that he thought to be mundane, like his commute to work, meant so much more to you — the route he walked to get to work, the flowering trees that he passed on the way, the train that he took, the convenience store that he bought sweets from, the stray cats that he petted, the way he timidly spoke any new English that he learned even if it was almost completely muffled by his mask.
Being online together, even if it was just for a few minutes, left him glowing and warm. Suguru had come to know this glow on Satoru's face very well; whenever he caught Satoru smiling at his screen, he instantly knew it was you — cheeks tight and red, face alight with the glare of the screen, conversation reflected in the tiny diameter of his pupils.
Satoru always had a spare ear for you, always wanted to hear about your day — it was something so simple, and yet he was so eager to know every little detail.
Conversations kept the both of you awake so late because of the time difference. And it took a lot of discipline for Satoru to pry himself off of his phone; he only really stopped texting when he fell asleep, when his eyelids started blinking shut with little daydreams behind them to lull him into sleep. The screen would go black, leaving him laid there, softly snoring, with the cat snuggled at his feet.
On the other side, in the morning, you'd wake up so groggy, eyes barely able to open yet, whole body dreading going to work — but then you'd fish your phone out from under your pillow, and smile as soon as you saw your notifications;
✉ Satoru
→ Sent a photo; his cute groggy face made you miss waking up next to him.
Good morning 🐥
→ Sent a video; at first, he pans the camera to get a slow, sweeping view of the train station, capturing a moment in time of such an ordinary day. It ends with him panning to himself and hissing a smiley 'it's cold'.
Commute to work :) Hope the weather is better over there.
✉ Suguru
→ Sent a photo; he was showing you the back of his hand where there was a scratch.
mint woke up and chose violence and we've run out of the hello kitty bandaids. pls kiss better.
✉ Satoru & Suguru
→ Sent a photo; they're sat at a cafe, smiling into the camera. Suguru looks sleepy and Satoru looks energetic — as is their usual dynamic.
we found a new cafe today. by the way, how's your spider situation? satoru suggests giving it an eviction notice 😄
✉ Suguru
→ Sent a photo; it's of Satoru looking down at two open books at the same cafe on a different day. He's scrunched up his face in focus, seemingly studying hard.
toru’s studying hard. i'm his unpaid english teacher now.
✉ You
Aw, can you be my teacher too? 🥺
✉ Suguru
yes. send this to satoru: さとるに会いたい
✉ You
What does it mean...? Are you teaching me terrible things, Suguru?🤨
✉ Suguru
i'll tell you after. trust. i'm on a mission to make him blush.
So, you did as he said. Not long after messaging this to Satoru, (and being left on read for a few minutes), Suguru responded again.
✉ Suguru
→ Sent a photo; it's of Satoru hiding his face with his shirt, only his eyes revealing how hard he must have been smiling.
mission success 👍
*****
Just seeing the whirl of life in the screen brought tears to your eyes — so as you can imagine, watching your daily 'mundanities' had the same effect on Satoru.
You were his favorite notification, yes, your messages were on high priority and had their own special sound so that he could tell your texts apart from everyone else's. Nothing could describe the way his whole body reacted whenever he heard that twinkling sound — he'd jolt, reach for his phone, and return back a small text... even if he was at work.
*****
"Nanami, does this sentence make sense?" he'd sometimes ask his blonde co-worker.
Satoru would often earn a pitiful look from Nanami after he'd shown him what he'd typed.
"... uh, let me re-write that for you..." Nanami offered, taking Satoru's phone and into his hand and correcting almost everything.
Because he was fluent in English like Suguru, that meant Satoru nagged him just as much to help him out.
What does this mean? How do I say this? Don't sigh at me. Come on, help a guy out; I’m in love with a girl and I have no idea what she’s saying ninety-percent of the time.
The clacking of keyboards and of phones going off filled the office, then it was lunch — time to sit too close to Nanami and nag him. Of course, one look at the genuine desperation in Satoru's blue eyes, and he couldn't refuse.
"... so is she visiting again soon?" Nanami asked conversationally, eating slowly.
Satoru nodded, mouth full of lunch, "Mhm, I think she'll make a surprise visit in December. I've got a hunch."
"For your birthday?"
"Ah, if I could be so lucky... I think she'll be able to visit in time for Christmas... which is perfect. I could ask her out for the twenty-fifth to see the lights... oh, Keyakizaka... I've wanted to bring a girl there for so long." Satoru swooned, "I'll make it an experience that she'll never forget."
Nanami toyed with his food, preparing to make the perfect last bite. With the way Satoru sounded — like a man who was beyond lovesick — Nanami made an assumption that took Satoru completely by surprise.
"Are you going to propose to her?"
Satoru nearly choked. His jaw stopped moving. The mix of food stilled in his mouth. His eyes went wide. His heartbeat felt like a drum. Blood rushed to his face.
"Propose?! Like, marriage?!"
"Uh, yeah — what other kinds of proposal are there?"
"I... well...” Satoru shifted around in his seat, touched at his neck, and looked up at the lights, “I don't think that she'd accept me as her husband. I mean, at the very least, she'd think it's too soon, wouldn't she? We've only kissed once..." Satoru started rambling.
Nanami shrugged, "It's either a yes or a no. Honestly, I believe you may as well go for it. From what I've heard, she's the one. Who else but someone deeply in love would travel so far just to meet a man who can't even speak her language?"
Satoru looked down in thought, face still completely red even up to his ears. One pale hand laid lax on the table, wrist poised to take another bite of food.
He pulled his shoulders up into a shrug, "I never thought about that... I mean, she likes Suguru, too."
Nanami waved his hand dismissively, "That's just platonic."
"No, it isn't; they've kissed."
"You don't get it; it's not the same."
"Maybe... I don't know, I haven't asked her about how she feels... I'm too shy to do that." Satoru admitted.
"Satoru." Nanami shook his head, like his co-worker was an oblivious idiot, "You don't get it," he emphasized, "I've never ever in my whole life seen a woman look at a man in the same way that she looked at you that night. It was like a novel. I generally don't believe in fateful encounters, but you and her are a story that the entire universe has carefully written. So, if I were you, I'd put a ring on it."
Satoru went silent, stopped eating completely, and just felt all his feelings right there in his office's cafeteria. A long moment went by, and eventually he stuttered back to reality.
"... what are you, a poet now?" Satoru teased Nanami.
"I'm serious."
"Yeah, I know. I'll think about it..."
And he did think about it. In fact, he thought about it all the way home; from the moment he hurried out the office at 5 PM to the moment he boarded the train home, Satoru was in deep thought about everything Nanami had said.
... you and her are a story that the entire universe has carefully written...
Satoru took out his notebook, and scribbled down his stream of thoughts.
His heart throbbed. His tummy felt tight.
Marriage?
He mused to himself, picturing a scene where he got down on one knee for you.
The train reached its destination. Satoru put his notebook away, stood in wait to be let out, and took long strides through the station — completely towering over everyone else. As he went on his way home, the only thing that occupied his mind was marriage.
*****
Satoru and Suguru talked late into the night, cuddling up together in Suguru's bed with Mint fluffing her tail around at Satoru's side. The glare of the laptop lit up Satoru's face as he balanced it on his lap.
"... it's something like ¥400,000, and I stared at it and thought of her... hey, Suguru, as a to-be best man, I need your input. Is it too much? Is it too soon?"
Suguru shrugged, "Well, Monroe did say diamonds are a girl's best friend..."
"But is it too soon?" Satoru repeated.
"No." he replied "I don't think so."
A soft silence went by. Satoru's face was illuminated by the glare of his laptop's screen, and Suguru was wiggling his foot, thinking of a song that he couldn't recall the name of.
"Suguru."
"Hm?"
"... would it upset you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Nanami told me that he thought it seemed platonic between you and her... but I’ve always thought that you two felt more deeply for each other than I could judge. I don’t want to tread on your feelings, I’d rather we talk about it."
Silence. Suguru contemplated his response, pushed down words that could not be said, and then spoke.
"... she's special to me," Suguru began, choosing his words slowly, "But your happiness is also special to me. If I envision you and her being married, I don't feel bitter."
"You don't? Are you sure?"
"You're my best friend." Suguru emphasized, lips carrying a small smile.
Satoru blushed a little.
Suguru continued, "I'm not saying I don't have a little bit of a crush on her right now... I'm just saying that want to see a future where you're smiling at her side. You're the one who liked her first, you know?"
Oh he knew it wasn’t true. Oh even you knew; the one who liked you first was...
"Yeah."
"I mean, you said it once... 恋の予感 、ね？"
Satoru held down a smile.
"Aw, look who's blushing."
"Shut up..."
They laid in silence, growing drowsy, when Satoru started talking about how he felt.
"... what if she and I loved each other in a past life?"
"Now that is poetic. Write that down."
"I'm too sleepy, can you do it?"
Satoru offered Suguru his notebook, taking it out from under his pillow.
"Why do you keep a book under your pillow...?" Suguru questioned.
"... I get ideas late at night. Don’t you?"
"Oh... well yeah, but I just use my notes app."
"Laaame."
Suguru opened Satoru's notebook, flipped through it, and immediately a smile spread across his face.
"Damn... you’ve been writing a whole novel on the side and didn’t even show me? Oh, ‘her eye contact makes me stutter’? You’re so cheesy!"
"Like you’re not! I’m sure your notes app is full of the cheesiest shit ever."
"Should I translate this for you? I mean, one day you might give it to her to reminisce."
Satoru contemplated this for a second, sleepy head held up by his hand.
"... but first, pen down my thoughts before I fall asleep."
Suguru poised the pen, ready to write. "Where do I begin?"
"... the day I was born…"
"... good grief, we’re going that far back?"
"Just listen to me; the day I was born, I was cursed to be born here. But then, despite the distance between us, she and I still met each other – and that’s so incredibly special. Really, it’s all thanks to you, isn’t it? If you hadn’t started an account on that shady little chatsite… this story would have never begun. Ah, you’re like my angel, Suguru…”
Satoru had began mumbling drowsily, feeling a tide of sleep coming over him. Suguru penned down his best friend’s brilliant last few thought before the poor boy completely passed out on his shoulder, snuggled up to him like a baby koala.
Oh, Suguru.
His heart panged, again and again, each time he read-over those words…
Special, huh? How long ago has it been now since we met?
You, and only you, filled Suguru’s thoughts right then.
No, more dramatic than that – it felt as if every living cell in his body was aware of you, and your presence, on the other side of the world.
*****
Not yet drowsy, as his night-owl side kicked in, Suguru laid there, careful not to disturb Satoru's sleep, as he meticulously translated every page of Satoru's diary. It wasn’t easy; some sayings in Japanese just cannot be expressed in English. Suguru wasn’t the most poetic in either language, so a lot of things ended up getting lost in translation much to his frustration.
It struck him, with each turn of the page, just how special it all was. Satoru had never been in love like this before. No, he can't recall a single person that made Satoru think like this, or write like a poet. You were very much his first love.
Flipping to the most recent entry, dated and marked as 10月5日/ 5:45 PM / 電車 Suguru read and translated what was written.
... the distance, the language; these don’t make me love you less, but I’ve got this ache in my chest that will only go away when I’m able to tell you just how I feel, on one knee looking up at you. I’ll be at your mercy, begging and pleading like a lovesick boy.
Reading it over again to be sure it was as close as possible to what Satoru meant, Suguru settled on this translation.
Pen stilled on the paper, feeling a pang in his chest, Suguru remembered something and hesitantly began to write it down.
悟、これをYNに言える
「月が綺麗ですね?」♡
Heart now throbbing after carefully stroking your name down onto the paper, he made a quiet promise to himself. Just a small whisper to his own heart. A whisper no one would ever hear except himself.
Then Suguru closed the book and set it aside, letting out a big yawn.
疲れた…
As Suguru went to turn off the soft-glowing lamp, that’s when his phone lit up with a message, so he looked over with sleepy eyes and went to check it.
✉ You
→ Sent a message to the group chat
Exciting news, boys :) Gotta call tomorrow...
✉ Suguru
oh really? can i get a hint?
✉ You
Mister why are you awake it is 4 AM over there...
✉ Suguru
uhh why are YOU awake? 👀
✉ You
It's only 8 PM.
✉ Suguru
normal people apparently sleep at 8 pm ☝️
✉ You
Go to bed, silly.
✉ Suguru
only if you join me
✉ You
SUGURU 😳
✉ Suguru
hahaha sorry. i’m kidding. i just wanted to see your reaction.
Suguru pursed his lips at the screen.
He glanced out the window, leaned towards it, and craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the goddess in the sky that was causing such a bright illumination in the room.
The moon is beautiful...
His heart throbbed. He saw you typing, read your messages, and took a few seconds to comprehend them and respond; because his mind was elsewhere. Oh god I like you, what do I do? Will it all work out if I just deny myself to feel these feelings?
✉ Suguru
it’s a full moon tonight, did you see?
His heart throbbed harder. His thumbs moved over his screen, dark hair framed his face – lit up only by the glare of the screen.
✉ Suguru
is typing...
You waited, but then he stopped typing, so you sent your response.
✉ You
I see it. It’s beautiful.
So are you.
Suguru typed this out, erased it, and replied instead with a smiley-face.
*****
“And in time for my birthday, too…” Satoru smiled to himself.
“I really didn’t expect to see her so soon again.” Suguru murmured.
“The tickets are surprisingly expensive for this time of year… do you think she’d accept if we offer to pay for her flight?”
“Uh, probably not; I think she’d be too humble. But we could try.”
“Too humble? Damn, if only she knew the prices I’m lookin’ at for rings...”
Suguru chuckled, sinking his hands into his pockets in similar fashion to Satoru; they really did rub off on each other. Habits from each boy reflected in the other. They were out and about, crossing the busy street under a shivery sky, lazily shopping for a new electric heater but eventually turning course towards the diamond store.
Greeting the employees politely, Satoru browsed the rings on display. When Suguru caught a glimpse of his best friend’s eyes, he smiled.
“Satoru, y’know your eyes kinda put the diamonds to shame.” Suguru said.
Satoru grazed his fingers over his undercut, “... what are you getting cheesy for...?” he mumbled.
“I am not cheesy.” he denied, “Anyways, you should buy a measuring tape.”
“What, why?”
“… well, how else are you going to measure her ring size?”
His heart fluttered. “What!”
Suguru smiled, having successfully teased poor Satoru.
*****
In the weeks leading up to your December visit, Suguru noticed Satoru singing to himself. Little lovesick songs, the dreamy ones that reminded him of you.
There was one lyric in particular which he sang over and over.
‘… あなたが 好きです … ’
Isn't that Lamp? Thought Suguru.
Suguru tried to remember the name of the song, going days with a perplexed expression on his face. At last, he figured it out one morning; it was a song that Satoru had sent you when the two of you first met.
二十歳の恋
It's their love theme, huh?
Suguru thought to himself, still listening to Satoru repeating those lyrics over and over, softer each time, sometimes experiencing a voice crack.
“さとる、かわいい...”
“え？”
"... because you sing like you’re lovesick."
“ 恋煩いじゃないよ！”he denied.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
They went back and forth like this throughout the day. Then came night, when it was time to crawl into a cozy bed and give you a call.
Satoru peered into the camera exactly like the cat sometimes does; two blinking eyes and a fluffy mess of white hair.
He had no idea why you were laughing, so he just confusedly smiled and stared intently at your lips and cheeks and watched how your features changed as you smiled.
“You should have seen him today, he was singing like a lovesick kid.” Suguru admitted.
This earned him a side-eye, because Satoru heard ‘him’ and ‘lovesick’ and pieced together what Suguru was saying. He stuttered, totally embarrassed, then pointed at his best friend while looking at you in the screen.
“Lie.” he said, “Suguru is a liar.” he said, sweet accent meeting your ears and making your tummy do flips.
Suguru was snickering off to the side.
“He’s been talking about you all day. Totally enamored.” Suguru snitched.
And queue the classic moment that’s happened since the very beginning; Satoru suddenly whisper-arguing in Japanese with his laughing best friend who just can’t take it seriously.
“What are you saying?! Don’t embarrass me... what are you laughing for!?”
“... Satoru, didn’t you tell me you were gonna show off what you learned to her?”
Satoru pursed his lips, “Oh... oh, yeah.”
You watched them go back and forth until they went silent – Suguru started snickering again, and momentarily left the two of you alone together.
Satoru sat on the bed, looked into the camera, and with the most red cheeks muttered a nostalgic “Hi” that just took you back to day 1; when Satoru had absolutely no idea what to say so he just said hi.
“Hey.” you replied with equal shyness.
He squirmed around, grinning with tensed brows, “Sorry, ‘m shy...” he muttered clumsily, then blew giggles through his nose ‘till the two of you were burning up and – oh there he went, diving off screen into the pillow because he couldn’t handle the tension. His tummy felt as if it might implode – or his cheeks might tear from smiling so wide for so long.
“So, Satoru, what’s the plans for your birthday?”
“Oh my god...” he clapped his hands over his face when he heard you speak all of that. What was all that? Why couldn’t you just – oh never mind, I’ll try my best, he thought.
She said something about my birthday.
“Uh...” he nodded, looking around for the words, “My birthday?”
“Mhm.”
“December seventh.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m going to make a cake.”
“Yeah? What kind of cake?”
He twitched his eyes at you and made a pout at the screen.
“I don’t know? Pink?” he replied, rubbing his temples as he got more and more stressed out the longer he spoke English. "A good one."
You went red in the face, held in your giggles, and dodged off the screen. Satoru’s smile grew bigger watching you slowly crack.
“Do you like... cake?” he asked, trying not to break into laughter. He felt ridiculous.
「うーん、ケーキが大好き。」 you replied to the best of your ability.
Satoru inhaled sharply and went delirious with giggles – your English accent in Japanese was so funny, in a way that he could never dare explain to you. Charming, sweet – he could listen to you speak his language for the rest of his life; and it was also just so funny. He resisted the urge to tease you about it, because he’d been self-conscious of his Japanese accent in English.
“Um, so...” he began, fishing out his diary – oh Suguru, what a friend he was... he had filled a whole page with things for Satoru to say.
“Sooo...” he stalled as you waited with a patient smile, “Are you excited to visit again?”
“Mhm. I miss you.” you nodded, wiggling your feet off camera as you listened to your sweet boy try his best to speak your language.
I miss you...?
Satoru blinked, his teeth slowly revealing themselves in a stubbornly cute smile.
She’s missed me...
“YN,” he replied softly, “I miss you too.”
Lingering silence, you shied away from your laptop camera because your smile was growing embarrassingly large.
There’s so much I want to say to you right now. You have no idea – no idea at all.
He held up a finger to signal you to wait as he read some sentences that Suguru had translated in his diary, baby blue eyes darting up at you every now and then with a lethal attractiveness.
The way his brows framed those intense eyes had you breathing a little faster, gaze trailing down to his kissable lips. You kissed those lips not that long ago. And you were going to be all over them again, soon.
Too busy reading the pages of his diary, Satoru didn’t notice how your gaze softened into something more amorous. He was practicing what he wanted to say under his breath, audio choppy and delayed, picture quality dropping drastically.
“... なに これ? ‘the moon is beau — ’” Satoru stopped himself as he read the note that Suguru had written next to this. It’s romantic, save it for later, Satoru.
He went red in the face, and looked at you. “Oops.” he said, “Uhhh, anyways... uhhh... sooo...”
His cheeks were so soft and cute, eyes dazzling even with the low video quality – a poor connection plagued the call, but it hardly hindered the feeling tethering the two of you together.
Lost for words and struggling to see your pretty face when it hit 144p all of a sudden, Satoru just awkwardly smiled like a cutie pie. He brought his face closer, illuminating his features. Your memory made up for the lacking picture quality, recalling his tiniest freckles that scattered randomly across his pale skin.
“Satoru,” you began, voice full of love, chin resting on your palm, shining soft eyes at him like no one else in the world existed but him and him alone, “大好き。”
You caught him completely off-guard. He staggered, blinked with his mouth open. He scratched at his undercut, unable to respond.
“Uh, uhhh...” he went on like this, until his mouth formed a bashful smile. He clapped his hands over his cheeks, not knowing how to respond even though his whole body was screaming I love you I love you I love you.
Suguru returned to find you and Satoru were a mess of giggles. He snuggled back onto the bed, thoughtfully bringing back sweet snacks for Satoru.
“Wow, what happened?” he asked, switching to a whisper of his mother tongue and leaning closer to Satoru, “Did you propose to her or something?”
“Hey! Don’t spoil it!”
“Relaaax, I’m sure she doesn’t know what I’m saying.”
“How can you be so sure?”
They aimed a suspicious look at you. You blinked back at them, bewildered and confused and close to laughing again.
“Nah, surely she didn’t catch that.”
Satoru’s heart throbbed – what if you did?
“You two are so goofy.” you shook your head.
“And you’re pixels. Are we pixels, too?”
“Yeah, the connection is just awful tonight... should we reconnect?”
“No no! It’s fine. It’ll clear up. Stay here.”
Satoru plucked nervously at the collar of his baggy white shirt; eyes trying to find his favorite features of your face in the pixels.
“No problem...” he gave a thumbs up, briefly consulting Suguru on the side before adding; “You’re gonna be here soon and then – ” he did a little happy dance with just his hands, “No more screen.”
*****
Waking three hours early, the boys spent their time differently; Suguru was meticulous about making the house look as inviting as possible, meanwhile Satoru was meticulous about making himself look as inviting as possible. He sparingly dabbed on cologne between his collarbones and on his wrists, not wanting it too be too overpowering for you when you went in for a – hug? Kiss? Oh my god, where are my strawberry mints?
Satoru came out of his bedroom and Suguru was still in his lazy grey sweatpants, scurrying around like a maid and readjusting the welcome back banner – pink and cute and hand-made with all their love.
"I'm ready. Let's go."
"Satoru, her plane doesn't land for another three hours."
"So? I like airports."
“Three hours.” Suguru emphasized, “It’s going to be agonizing to wait that long. How are we going to pass the time?”
He shrugged, "We'll figure sumthin’ out!"
Suguru sighed and shook his head, giving up on persuading his best friend out of going to the airport three hours too early because he knew he couldn’t; Satoru was buzzing. On edge with excitement.
"That turtleneck looks good on you, by the way."
"Thanks. I appreciate that you've complimented me without fail each and every time that I've worn it."
"Yes, because it looks that good on you."
*****
In the hours leading up to your arrival time, feet wandering the airport floor, Satoru told himself that he had to appear disciplined and cool, like Suguru, and refrain from hugging you too quickly or seeming too excited.
I can't come off like that. And I can’t be clingy when I hug her — I've got to be subtle.
Oh but of course his plan fell apart when he saw you in the flesh again, when he watched you walking over, waved the boys down.
All his coolness melted like snowflakes on the tongue, and his heart beat faster and harder until you were right there in front of him.
Oh god it’s you.
He practically engulfed you with his arms, holding you in a such a trembling hug. Suguru watched with soft eyes, admiring the cute scene, deep down itching to have his turn.
You heard a small, heartfelt "I missed you." mumbled into your hair.
Satoru was glued to you. His hands squeezed at your shoulders with need. He missed you — you felt it in his whole body. He missed you, he missed you, he missed you. The phrase didn't convey what it truly felt like to miss you – the ache in his chest subsided at last.
Prying himself off you, Suguru came to hug you with a familiar coolness; at least that’s the exterior he was trying hard to maintain. But you felt his big hand squeeze at your waist, felt his chin tremble against the crown of your head, felt him press his firm body tight to you like he wanted to leave his print on you.
“How was it?”
“Crazy turbulent – there was this young girl sitting next to me who started crying and she was convinced that we were going to crash into the ocean. I felt bad for laughing.”
Suguru chuckled, “You’re nasty. Ah, I’ll carry your bags for y – oh.”
Satoru had already swiftly swept up your luggage for you.
“Okay, let’s go home.”
*****
The moment you and Satoru were alone together, you fell into each other and kissed like mad; locked your lips together and melted so that you formed seemingly one thing – so to say, existed together rather than as two separate people.
He felt like he was going to start levitating.
Oh, your lips made him feel alive.
We just hugged, how did we start kissing? Pondered Satoru.
It was a mystery. You and Satoru were simply hugging in the hallway, happy to see each other in the flesh again – and then the next thing you know the hug turned into a tender kiss.
With need, Satoru framed your cheeks in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. It was cosmic. It was something otherworldly. His hair got messy, he ran out of breath – no words, just love and the taste of strawberry mints and lips plastered all over each other, tongues too shy to even poke at each other. You’re humming into his mouth, he’s feeling the vibrations on his lips, pulling you impossibly tighter to his torso as he puts his poor spine into an ungodly curve just to reach down far enough to have you.
It's fine. The ache in my spine is worth it.
Five minutes, then ten – stuck together in the hallway while Suguru was in the kitchen. You grazed your fingertips up Satoru’s undercut and suddenly his legs shuddered.
“Mmf.”
“Mm?”
You broke the kiss to adore him; he was disoriented and breathless and somehow still on planet earth even though he swore that your kiss transported him to the moon. He swallows hard, tasting you all over his tongue and lips.
“I missed you.” you whisper on his lips. His heartbeat drummed harder hearing this.
Satoru was going to say it back but then, just like during the call when he was interrupted from returning an I love you too, Suguru called out your names from the kitchen, sarcastically asking if the two of you got lost.
Oh the sweet boy in front of you, he blinked the lovesickness out of his eyes and licked his lips and stole another daring kiss from your lips, giggling as he trotted off – leaving you there a dizzy lovesick mess yourself.
The taste of you on his tongue was driving him crazy. He could hardly act like himself. All he could think about was the diamond ring snuggled in-between his clothes in his closet.
Ah, it tastes like you’re the one.
Tokyo sunrise. Seventh floor. Satoru and Suguru’s apartment. Black coffee and flipflops. Plants on the balcony. Insomniac’s eyes.
You lazily come out of the bathroom, hearing Suguru was awake, leaving the bedroom for the balcony and letting Satoru continue to dream in bed like a princess in all his funny positions.
Suguru was nosing over his plants, sleepily watering them.
“Well well, Suguru’s garden is sure lookin’ charming.” you greet him, giving him a small surprise.
“Yeah? You’re lookin’ pretty charming yourself.” he rasped back.
You grinned at him. He grinned back. Something sparked between the two of you just like it did way back then. He looked away, fixing his eyes on the plants, green leaves drooping with the weight of fresh water as it beaded off the tips.
“… so, miss, how’s the writing going?” he asked. “You haven’t been talking about it much.”
“Oh!” you felt a pang in your chest, delighted to be asked. “Well, I haven’t got much… I wrote a few chapters... whiiich are still in review... uh, work has been suffocating my creativity. But my mom read over my stuff and she said it sounds a bit bizarre.”
Suguru let out a chuckle, nodding in agreement, “Yeah – but I like your bizarre little stories precisely because they’re bizarre.”
The traffic roared. You joined Suguru on the balcony. The both of you were trying not to think about the very obvious memory of kissing right there, mere months ago.
Suguru swallowed, sunk his hands into his pockets, and stared out at the cityscape.
“You know, I’ve always wondered what your mom thinks of me. Er, I mean, because I’m that guy from the other side of the sea.”
“Ahah... well, honestly, when we were teenagers she was a little sceptical of you. She tried to limit my internet usage, because she thought I was getting involved with creeps online.”
Suguru giggled through his nose, “Fair enough. I respect moms being cautious.”
“Mhm. Anyways, my mom still calls you ‘bangs guy’.”
“Wow, really? Unbelievable.”
You laughed together in the soft morning light.
Suguru got a whiff of nostalgia, and his heart started to softly pang – lub-dup, lub-dup, lub-dup – right up against his ribcage.
We’ve come so far, he thought as he recalled how the two of you met. He could feel his past weighing on his consciousness.
“Isn't it insane when you think about it? I grew up here, went about my life totally oblivious, and then by chance met you in a tiny chat room.”
“It is pretty insane, yeah.”
Memories of the youth you shared together flickered somewhere in the back of both your minds.
“I wonder if that site still exists?” Suguru pondered.
“I don’t know… but I wish I could read our first chat on there…”
Suguru scrunched his nose up, “Oh god no, I was so... ew. And my English was so bad.”
“Aw, no – I miss your cringe era. It was cute.”
Taking a moment to blush behind the back of his palm, Suguru denied ever having a ‘cringe’ era.
“I wasn’t cringe...”
“... yes, you were so cringe. So was I. We were both cringe.”
He smiled.
“You know what’s even more insane,” you spoke and he drew his gaze to you again, “is if that site was never made, then you and I would not be standing next to each other right now.”
Suguru went quiet. His heart throbbed.
After a small silence, he replied.
“You and Satoru are so cheesy…”
“But it’s true!”
“Yes, it is. I think we should also thank the invention of the airplane… and translators… and – sorry, I’ll stop teasing you. But you know what I mean, don’t you? Isn't it freaky how the past drives the present? Satoru said that he likes to think that our fate was set as far back as the big bang... when we were all just particles.”
“I think Satoru’s poetic way is rubbing off on you…”
“You might be right.” Suguru smiled behind his hand. His hair looked deliciously unkempt in the mornings – something about him felt so homely.
That’s it – that was the perfect wording, you thought. Suguru was homely. Observing how his black eyes moved, how his thin brows twitched just like a puppy, how his posture was slightly hunched so he could view the ringing bicycle breezing down the road seven floors down.
He continued, “What was that one theory? ‘Every choice we’ve made in our entire life has led us to the present moment’? I don’t know… maybe it’s all just random chance… but thinking like that gives me hope on bad days; it would mean that even my worst days contributed to good days in the future… like this moment — so all my worst days had to exist. Maybe if I wouldn't have had so many barren days of loneliness when I was young, then I wouldn't have wandered online and met you. Then this story would never even have existed.”
Suguru ran out of steam after saying so much, and his voice cracked. He seemed to realize that he was speaking a lot, and dialed it back a bit out of fear of seeming too much.
“Sorry. Now I'm getting all cheesy..."
“You’re allowed to be cheesy every now and then, Suguru. Anyways, you know I like cheesy boys.”
His heart throbbed as a memory of you came flooding back into every corner of his mind, completely filling his chest.
“Hey…” he began slowly, almost hesitantly, “Do you remember ‘Space Song’?”
“By Depression Cherry?”
His heart throbbed again.
“Yeah, that one.”
And it throbbed harder, and harder.
“It’s… uh, I listened to it this morning before I got out of bed... thinking about...” he didn’t continue, trailing off and starting afresh from a different direction, “You know when a song just transports you back to a specific time in your life?”
Your eyes gleamed at him.
He went on, “… I was super lonely when I was nineteen, ‘cause Satoru and I didn’t have time to hang out with each other as much, you know, because we’d both gotten jobs. And his jobs have always been so demanding. Back then, he was working at a job with just the worst hours, and everything between us was kind of just a mess and falling apart for some reason – or maybe it was just me. I was a mess and falling apart for no reason.” he chuckled, hiding the hurt in his eyes
“I don’t remember much of that time, I just kind of blocked out those memories... I only remember listening to that song on repeat and crying a lot, because I thought no one was interested in me anymore. But I know I was just being a drama queen,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood after seeing your long expression.
“But then what happened?” you asked.
“Then Satoru and I decided to just move in together. Now I can’t imagine living apart. I mean, at the very least, I want to live next door or on the same street.”
“Oh Suguru, why didn’t you ever tell me this?”
He shrugged serenely, “I don’t know. Too embarrassed, I guess?”
And just like he had always done since you first met him, Suguru chuckled after expressing his deepest thoughts. His words lingered in the air. It was just you and him and the roar of the city that he had tried so desperately to escape.
He continued. You listened to him.
"... have I ever expressed my hatred for the city?" Suguru spoke, taking a slice of your interest,
"Hatred? Why is that?" you asked.
Suguru shrugged, looking to the sun as it painted the sides of buildings in a golden light.
"I grew up in a more rural area... apparently it's been getting urbanized lately. But it's not even half as built up as this city. I miss it sometimes... I’ve always been a bit of a country boy at heart. Really, I only came to the city because of work opportunities. Cities are chaos and I need quiet for my soul.”
“But if you don’t like the city, then why did you stay here?” you asked.
"Satoru.” he replied simply.
“Ah, Satoru.”
“Yeah, he’s a sweetheart... a madman, really, but you haven’t seen that part of him much. He's a good boy when you're around.”
“Is he maintaining the sweetheart facade for me?”
“Not a facade, per se, – he just softens around you.”
“So you stayed in the city for Satoru...” you smiled to yourself.
“Yeah. I knew I could never find another Satoru back home. Though, I did try to suggest moving back into my old house together, but he rejected the idea. We visited once, in the winter, and I remember,” he laughed in between his words, “I remember he absolutely hated it.”
"But the countryside is so serene, why does Satoru not like it?"
"Too many old people." replied Suguru.
"Oh."
The two of you looked at each other and laughed.
“It's a pity, but I think I'm glad things turned out this way. Actually... I'm happy that all those choices led me to this moment."
Suguru looks at you and feels his stomach tighten, feels his heart thump gently in his chest — in his fingertips. His lips parted like he was going to kiss you, but he refrained when he heard words echoing in his head;
"... it's something like ¥400,000, and I stared at it and thought of her... hey, Suguru, as a to-be best man, I need your input. Is it too much? Is it too soon?"
Suguru looked at you with a mixed expression, before blurting out something he perhaps shouldn't have.
"You're just too damn beautiful." he said.
He watched how your eyes glittered for a moment, then lowered his gaze to your lips. Though part of him wanted to, he didn't; because he felt his heart pang in reminder to the promise that he made to his best friend.
Lips sealed, looking soft red in the light, he gently pulled his face away.
"I think I'm happy with this decision, aren't you?" he asked you sensitively.
You nodded so, so slowly, with a little smile on your face that Suguru would store in his little memories for years.
"I am." you replied at last, giving Suguru the closure he needed.
One more glance at your lips, of course, could not be controlled.
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ㅤWriting for JJK (Gojo, Geto, Choso, Nanami, etc.)
ㅤI write requests leisurely/for fun, so pls don't be upset if I don't fulfil yours! 🥺 And please do not spam one request after another.
ㅤIf you want, you can suggest a bit of plot (not too complex!). Otherwise, I will make it up myself or it will be pure smut.
ㅤAnd if there is a song rec. that fits the vibe you're going for lmk!
ㅤEXAMPLE ORDER:
ㅤ"... may I order a HONEY + FRUIT with Geto Suguru?" corresponds to bad boy x reader, virginity loss
ㅤ1 — PICK YOUR FLAVOUR!
ㅤHONEY: bad boy x reader
ㅤBUTTERSCOTCH: professor x student!reader
ㅤCOOKIES 'N CREAM: dilf x reader
ㅤBIRTHDAY CAKE: best friend x reader
ㅤBERRY: nerd/loser x reader (or vice versa)
ㅤKITKAT: ex-boyfriend x reader
ㅤMOCHI: experienced char. x inexperienced!reader
ㅤCOCONUT: cult leader x reader
ㅤMINT: enemy x reader
ㅤRASPBERRY: stranger x reader
ㅤCOFFEE: bully x reader
ㅤSTRAWBERRY: fwb x reader
ㅤCHERRY: camboy x reader (OR camgirl!reader)
ㅤLICORICE: emo boy x reader
ㅤPISTACHIO: sugardaddy x sugarbaby!reader
ㅤ2 — PICK YOUR TOPPING(S)!
ㅤPURE SUGAR: after care
ㅤWHIPPED CREAM: multiple orgasms / creampies
ㅤSOUR CANDY: overstimulation
ㅤFRUIT: virginity loss
ㅤSTRAWBERRY SYRUP: breeding kink
ㅤCINNAMON: rough sex
ㅤHOT FUDGE: (light) choking (hands/with their biceps)
ㅤSPRINKLES: sex toys
ㅤMARSHMALLOWS: double penetration
ㅤCHOCOLATE SYRUP: degradation/humiliation kink
ㅤCHOCOLATE FLAKES: praise kink
ㅤCRUSHED OREOS: one-night stand
ㅤGUMMY BEARS: mirror sex
ㅤM&Ms: size kink
ㅤCEREAL: forced proximity
ㅤPECAN NUTS: cheating on their partner with you
Please reblog and credit if used. I wholly condemn this list being used for underaged characters. Adults only please.
anyways i can't stop thinking abt the fact they share the same death anniversary it's haunting me
I KNOWWWW and the fact dec 24th is apparently a romantic day in japan ............. oh gege u cooked for stsg but TOO hard cause our love is now **** 😞😞😞😞😞
