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Momentary bliss

Pottery shop owner Suguru x f!reader

Synopsis: Suguru, the divorced father who opens a pottery shop In your neighborhood. Turns out you’re the teacher of his children and lives one door down, but will it be possible to take things further? Between his jealous ex husband, your obliviousness, and the strict parent to teacher relationship it feels futile.

Geto is Bi, slight age gap, reader is a teacher, Geto is a Dilf, he is divorced, toxic ex Gojo, modern au, no smut/fluff (to be decided),very vague and mysterious… 4.3k WC

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The warm spring weather, the blooming flowers, and the joy coming back after a gloomy winter season—life was getting good again. Today was a self care day: lunch at a new place, journaling in the park, a short trip to the flower shop, just taking in the sun. Feeling the warmth and the breeze blow through your hair made you want to explore, try new things, and be free. Although it was only 5pm you were making your way home to drop off the flowers, then decide if you wanted to go out for dinner as well.

For all of the 4 years you’ve been in the neighborhood you’ve gone to every shop, just to support the small businesses, and see what’s new. You’ve always known what shops open, who opens them, and if they’re new to the neighborhood so it took you by surprise when you noticed a new shop just a few stores down from your building entrance. ‘Ko’s bakery & pottery’ was the name of the shop.

It looked empty but you walked in anyway. It was calm. The plants around the room, the circle tables near the window, the glass casing displaying all of the delicious sweets—the place was stunning.

You walked in, the door bell still ringing in the air, and the tranquil atmosphere of the shop. You didn't see Geto who was in the back area near the potter wheels cleaning up. “Sorry we’re closed.” He turned and saw you, the sun shining behind you like an angel. “Oh, my bad, I guess I didn’t read the sign.” He cleaned his hands on his apron and chuckled, knowing there was no sign. The man was tall, his hair was in a bun, and his cuffs were rolled up close to his elbows.

“You’re good, is there anything you need?” As he walked closer you could see how big he was, not just in height but muscle as well. You looked around going ‘umm’ then chuckled, there was no reason. “No, I’ve lived here for a while and I noticed this place. Did you open today?” He picked up a dirty milk crate filled with ceramic plates and cups. “I opened last week on the 8th and I moved here not long before.”

“Ah, that makes sense. I know the majority of the people around here but I’ve never seen you before. How do you like it here?” He placed the crate on the counter and looked at you for a second. Not only were you gorgeous, but he felt he's seen you, then it clicked, you're the woman he’s seen in the building. “It’s a nice area, the people are friendly, and the schools are great, my daughters are adjusting well.”

It came out naturally. You couldn’t control your face and was visibly surprised. Not because you wanted him, I guess having new eye candy wouldn’t hurt, but he looked quite young to be a father. Seeing your expression made him realize he might’ve fucked up. He was used to talking about his girls, they’re who his life revolves around. But a newly single father and man, it being his norm, didn't do him justice.

“My name's Suguru by the way.” He stuck out his hand. You shook it and told him yours in return. Geto hands were firm, they weren’t rough—in fact they were unexpectedly soft, but the way he shook your hand was assertive. “I guess I should go now, don’t want to bother. It was nice meeting you Suguru.” You waved and went to leave. You didn’t want to intrude, the shop was closed and when you came in he was cleaning up. “Wait—I have some snacks that didn’t sell, would you like some? I would hate for them to go to waste.”

You were eyeing one of the pastry’s. You went to the counter and picked what you wanted for now and to take home. “How old are they? Your girls.” You asked taking a bite while watching him pack up the rest. “Nanako recently turned nine and Mimiko will be turning seven in December.” How could he save this? Whenever he tried to speak to someone since the divorce they would put him in a little box and any chance of romance was gone.

“Do they go to 101?” You asked, there aren’t many schools in the area but 101 is the one you are familiar with. Geto decided to continue with the conversation he initiated that was doomed. “Yeah.” He sounded defeated. When he walked out to sit in the seat in front of you he was still in awe of your beauty. Here you were talking to a random man about his kids and a smile still shined on your face. “Seriously?! I’m their science teacher Ms.N.” You couldn’t believe it, neither could he. How did you not put together that the two new students you received more than half way through the year were his. “Wow? I hear so much about you! Nanako loves the volcano project from last week.”

“So you’re Mr. Gojo.” Sugurus' smile slightly faded hearing that name. “Gojo is my ex husbands name—I’m Mr. Geto.” You nodded your head slightly embarrassed. Mr. Gojo was the man you spoke to…frequently. He’d call to see how the girls were doing in school, saying he lives abroad and would like to see what his girls worked on that week. And you did send it reports, with the knowledge that he was allowed of course.

You were both silent for a while. The man you hoped would be your eye candy was the father of your students whom you treat like your own babies. And Geto was nervous, another lovely woman who his chances slimmed with. Being a father was hard enough, but being a bisexual man was harder, especially when you add in the fact he was married to a man for years.

“How is it?” Your eyebrows raised in confusion to his vague question. “The food.” You covered your mouth and smiled. “It’s amazing! Do you make them in house?” He lightly chuckled. “Yes, I spent years perfecting the recipes. I'm glad you like it.” You swallowed the last bit and dusted your hands. “All those years paid off…Would you say this is more of a bakery?” You knew it was a bakery and it was pottery as well, but when you walked in the baked goods were the star of the show.

“I would like to think both. When I first started envisioning this it was more of a pottery, but my—Mr.Gojo loves sweets so I thought it would be a nice touch.” You nodded your head acknowledging what he was saying while getting ready to reapply your lip combo. “Now I think it’s a nice touch for when families come. Some can sit and enjoy some good treats while the others have fun making their own art.”

As he spoke he could only focus on you. The way you applied your liner, the gentle smell of your fragrance as the wind blew, and the way your skin seemed to glisten in the sun. “That’s adorable. What you’ve done to the place is astonishing. There aren’t many family friendly activities here.” It was true. The neighborhood was mostly older people, not decrepit, but from the 30s and up. Of course there are children,but most of the stores were targeted toward adults who wanted to wind down. Whose idea of crazy was trying the new restaurant then grabbing a bottle of wine from Mrs.Sam’s shops that’s been there for ages.

“Would you like to try to make something?” Suguru knew this would be his only chance, but it was his best one. “Oh—I don’t want to impose, I'm sure it will take a while to clean this place.” Not only did you think about delaying him, but also the girls. Working at the school you aware of all the activities they held for the students, and there are none today. “It’s not a bother. There’s not much to clean up, the staff did their part.”

“Alright. I’ve never done this before, so I hope you're a good instructor.” He chuckled while walking you towards the pottery section. He grabbed an apron and a yellow sponge. “I think I'm alright. This is for the water you’ll use, and this is so you won’t dirty yourself—I like your outfit, very spring.” ‘Very spring’? He didn’t remember being that terrible at flirting. You smiled and put the apron over your head.

“Thank you. I actually wore something similar this week and the girls gave me a similar compliment, they really take after you.” It just was funny how alike they are, but he thought you wanted to keep the conversation there. “Can you tie this for me?” The string that went around your waist kept slipping before you got to tie the knot. Geto grabbed the strings, crossed them in the front and gently tightened it to be secure.

You felt his hands ever so slightly touch your body, feeling the warmth from his body as he hovered over you. Suguru wanted to keep everything minimal, but as he tied the sting, he was so close that he could smell your hair, his mind started to wander. Not inappropriate, just on the brink of pg-13. It’s been a while since he’s had sex and even longer since he’s felt this way, it was silly—he couldn’t have a crush on his daughter's teacher.

After he finished you sat down at one of the wheels. The way everything was set up and decorated you could tell he’s put tons of effort and detail into the place. The wheels faced each other so it could be easier to have a conversation. You hear the water running hitting a bowl and music turning on. Geto sat down on the seat of the wheel in front of you and placed a small bowl of water on the table next to you.

“Um—ok,” he rubbed his hands on his jeans and looked around to see what he'd explain first. “There’s already clay centered on your bat, so there is no need to worry about that. On your right foot there’s a pedal , can you press on it?” You lightly pressed your foot on the pedal and the wheel started spinning. “Great, while you work on it you don’t want to keep your foot on it because it will alter the speed and mess with your clay, if you let go it will remain the same and if you want to slow it down gently press your heel down.”

You added some pressure to your heel to see, then put it back to the normal speed. “We have to wet the clay so it can be shapable. Take your thumbs, making sure your arms are supported by your knees.” You waited for him to begin the demonstration then followed after him. He got to the part where you start to shape the clay into a cup, plate, and so one. Geto noticed you struggling to properly manage the clay. “Usually it takes more strength than you expect. Try adding more pressure to your elbow and see.” You did just that and your clay looked slightly similar to his. He continued to guide you through the process of making the shape for a mug.

After plenty of failures and starting all over he decided to step in. “Can I?” You nodded and he pulled his seat next to you. Your knees touched together as he lightly dried the clay. His fingers were on top of yours, slowly moving up the clay to perfect the body. “You were doing it too hard. When using clay there's many things you have to be careful about. The base can be too thin or too thick, so many things that can bite you in the ass when you fire them.” You looked at him, his hands still over yours, controlling how they move or how hard they press.

Geto locked eyes with yours and realized how intimate this could’ve been. He looked down to see your clay was ready to be removed. “And you’re done. You did well for your first time, normally this takes longer.” He wiped his hands on his apron and went back to his wheel. “It only looks this good because you helped. Next time I come here I want to try to make a plate, or do you think something easier?”

He chuckled. “No, I think you’ll do just fine. Now to remove it you take the wire there, make sure it’s flat or it will cut into the clay, and just swipe. To make sure you don’t mess up you can press both of your index fingers firmly against the bat as you go.” You quickly slid the wire under making sure it was straight. “I’ll take this. If you would like, you can stop by on Monday and add some color or designs if you’d like.”

“What time do you close?” He walked over from the kiln and used his thumb to rub his eyebrows. “Mondays through Thursdays we’re open from noon to eight and Saturday eight to four.” You stood up and began to remove your apron. “Oh I won’t be able to. This week I’m busy with grading and meetings but I’ll pop by if I can.” Geto nodded his head understanding your busy schedule. “Is there anything I can help you with? I’m sure being here has got you behind.” You’ve been there around an hour and a half, knowing he had the girl to get back to and a shop to care after. “No, no, it's alright. It’s—”

“Please, it’s the least I can do.” He didn’t argue. Not only would cleaning with two be faster but he also got more time to get to know you. “I’m not sure there's much you can do…can you mop this area?” You looked around for the mop. “Of course.” For a moment it was silent, only the low jazz music he put on in the background. “How old are you? I-if you don’t mind me asking.” For two children their age he looks quite young.

He let out a low laugh, it wasn’t the first nor the last time he’s been asked. “Thirty five, I know, I’m getting up there.” You laughed and looked at him. You were almost across the room from him, he was filling the shelves of people’s work. “No not at all, thirty five is still young. And the way you look cancels it out anyway.” Usually people who have a child, let alone two tend to lose their sparks a few years in.

“You’re being generous, thank you. How old are you?” Before he would’ve thought you were around his age, but given your response he knew you were younger. “Twenty six, I guess I’m getting up there too.” It goes without saying that 26 is not 60, you were aging and that’s wonderful, but your early twenties were missed. “What? You're still young…God, I'm saying this like I’m an old man.”

You started laughing loudly, he was relieved. Once again Geto was a bit strange or tense. Yes, tense is how it can be described. He worried that being himself would make him seem older than he was or make the teacher his children love dearly uncomfortable. “So that means Nana was born when you were my age—oh I don’t mean to overstep.” ‘Nana’ he’s never heard anyone other than Mimiko refer to her as Nana. “It’s ok. The girls are actually adopted. Satoru and I adopted them when we were thirty, they were four and two.”

You put two and two together and I knew Satoru was Mr.Gojo. “If you don’t mind me asking how long you were together?” Being a teacher to young children helped give you that extra confidence to make conversations easier. Having students who tell you what they think 24/7 no matter how mean prepares you to ask anyone ‘hard’ questions. Geto inhaled through his teeth and thought.

“We were friends since high school but officially started dating at twenty two and divorced right before we turned thirty two. We’ve been split for almost three years now.” Even he was shocked. Before he thought he wouldn’t be able to live without him, now it’s almost been 3 years. “Technically more than a decade, wow. Have you been able to ‘get over’ the relationship?”

You weren’t overstepping. It was simply just two adults having a conversation about life and love. Especially because the longest relationship you’ve been in was 2 years, a decade seems like a lifetime. “Oo, I would say I have, for sure. I mean it’s like any other relationship you think about the times you shared in passing, but in the end you know things are better now. Change isn’t easy, but it’s always good.”

You grabbed a rag and began wiping the chairs down. “That’s very true. When I first moved here after college I got out of a relationship, nothing compared to ten years but it was hard. And now I look back and I’m grateful things happened the way it did.” You started to clean the table you sat at earlier, Geto followed and cleaned behind the counter. “I came here for a fresh start as well. And like I said earlier this is an amazing neighborhood but dating has been underwhelming—that was inappropriate, I apologize.”

It slipped out. He’s been on all the dating apps, even the ones for a one night stand, but they are filled with people who are too old or too young. You chuckled and pushed in one of the chairs. “I know what you mean. It’s not a place you date or ‘find love’, it’s more for people who’ve already settled down.” You looked around for anything else you could help out with but everything was in order.

The sun was starting to set and you were getting hungry again. Geto noticed you looking around and realized his store was good enough to close. “I believe that’s it. Thank you for helping.” He tied the garage bag and placed it by the other one. “It’s the least I could do. I really enjoyed this Mr. Geto.” There it was. ‘Mr. Geto’, his last name, the line was officially drawn. “It’s my pleasure, don’t forget to stop by when you can.” You grabbed your notepad and wrote it down on your list.

“Thanks again. Oh and just a reminder Nana has a project due on Monday.” He scratched his head and sighed. “She does? Thankfully you told me.” You let out a low chuckle. Whenever you ran into parents you remind them about their children’s assignments because they have a bad tendency of waiting last the last minute. You put your purse on your shoulder and got your flowers ready to leave. “Let me get that.” Suguru held the door open for you with one hand with a garbage bag in the other.

You both walked out, going separate ways: you to your building, and him to the dumpster in the alley. Before you got too far you waved at him and he waved back. He watched you walking off, the sunset giving a beautiful background as he saw you wave, it was like a movie. Suguru was slightly disappointed that the only woman close to his age, single, and attractive was the one woman who would immediately be off limits.

And you walked away not knowing the man you thought was just the father of your two students was the person who moved into the apartment right next to yours. Yes he was attractive, but you assumed he was gay, and most importantly that would be wrong to think of a parent that way.

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By the time Suguru finished it was already 8pm. He walked home, thinking about how he’d miss the girls, and you. He opened the door and was greeted by Nanako. “Dad! I thought you were coming home earlier.” Her arms pulled him into a hug, in comparison to him she was tiny, her arm wrapped around his lower waist. Geto rubbed her back while walking into the apartment. “I know, something unexpected happened. And you should be asleep, missy.”

“It’s the weekend, that’s too early for her to sleep.” Satoru said with a grin. “Did you brush your teeth?” She took her head with a smirk. “Go brush your teeth and I’ll think about watching a movie. “Ok!” Nana ran off to the bathroom. Now Suguru and Satoru stood in the kitchen area alone. Geto was tired, Gojo had that smirk that let him know he was going to start. “If you're talking about the new movie we already saw it.” Geto scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Where were you?” He took down his hair and let out a sigh. “Where do you think I was?” His tone was flat, which annoyed Gojo.

“You were supposed to come home hours ago. I was supposed to leave hours ago.” His voice was low and calm enough that the girls wouldn’t be alarmed. “By hours to mean three hours. Poor you, you spent three long hours with the girls.” Satoru sucked his teeth. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What were you doing?” He calmly took a sip of water and ran his hands through his hair. “Working.” Just as Gojo went to ask again, their daughter came back. “Dad I’m done, are you coming.” Her shirt was a bit wet from the water but she was excited to spend time with him. “I still have to shower. Can you lay in my bed until I’m done?”

“Ok, but don’t take too long.” From how things were going, he knew she’d be fast asleep by the time he was done. She went back to the room and as soon as the door closed Gojo gave him that look again. “You couldn’t have been working for three hours so don’t lie.” It always came down to this: Gojo being so insecure there had to be a lie. “First, we aren’t together so I don’t owe you anything unless we’re talking about the girls. Secondly, don’t call me a liar because you don’t like the answer I’m giving you.” Suguru noticed the plate they left for him on the counter and put it in the microwave.

“I’m well aware we’re not together. I don’t care if you went out with a new guy everyday, that's not my business, what is my business is you leaving our kids hanging.” The microwave beeped and he took the plate out, almost slamming it shut. “Don’t give me that bullshit ok—don’t try to put yourself on a pedestal because of three fucking hours. You see them for less than seven days a month, you’re the only one pissed because of three hours.”

Geto walked to the table and sat down ready to eat. “If I could see the girls more you know I would in a heartbeat.” Hearing this almost made him choke on his food. “I’m not crazy Suguru, it shouldn’t take you four hours, with staff, to close.” He sounded like a mad man. Satoru was filled with so much pride, it’s a big reason for the divorce, and you would think after 3 years he could say ‘yeah I’m jealous.’

Geto took another bite of food covering his head in his hands and he chewed. After feeling his ex husbands eyes burn a while through his head he sat back in the chair and crossed his arms, slowly starting to laugh like a maniac. “Do you want to know who you're so jealous of?” Gojo stared at him, he obviously knew the answer was yes. “The girl’s teacher… Ms.N “

Never in a million years would he think of you. What were you doing with him? “Why are you lying?” He shook his head in disbelief. It was always damned if you do damned if you don’t with this man. “There you go..I’m not lying. She walked in after closing and I offered to help her make a mug. Then she helped me clean up.” Satoru's face was pink. He knew when his ex was lying and sadly he wasn’t. “Did you fuck her?”

His voice got a bit louder when he asked.

“Are we teens again? No I did not ‘fuck’ her what is your problem?” Geto took another sip of his water to calm himself down. He was way too stressed and underfucked to deal with this bullshit. “Making a ‘mug’ doesn’t take four hours. I’m sure she helped clean you up real good huh.” Normally he could take all of the nonsense, but this time he was doing too much.

“Right now you’re talking about another person who has nothing to do with this. And lower your voice—they shouldn’t hear all this shit you're saying about their favorite teacher.” The whole thing was gonna go nowhere. Satoru grabbed his glasses and stormed out like the immature man child he is. Geto let out a sigh and went back to his barely warm dinner.

Just as he expected when he went to his room Nana was sleeping. He carried her to her bed and tucked her in. As he showered and the water ran down his hair he thought about when things would change. If he didn’t find love or someone new soon, or when he’d have that man out his hair. Best case scenario he’d have to wait 12 years to be free from him, the girls will both be off in college, but he’d also be 47.

You on the other hand sat in your apartment eating desert, after hearing the muffled voices of your neighbors who argued every weekend like clockwork. Watching a new romance movie wondering when it’d be your turn. Their arguments never interested you, so you watched the movie, trying you best not to dirty your students' homework as you graded it.

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