HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
⌞synopsis⌝ it’s nerdjo’s birthday and all he wants is… a calculator?
⌞warnings + pairings⌝ nerdjo x reader, pure fluff, none tbh, there's like ONE suggestive sentence.
⌞word count⌝ 1.8k
you’d been waiting for the day to roll around. december 7th. your lovely boyfriend’s birthday.
satoru was by no means normal. cocky and arrogant, walking around campus like he was better than everyone with his straight posture and freshly ironed polo shirts, all while maintaining the title of your university’s valedictorian.
however, when it came to you, he was as sweet as sugar.
correcting your homework in a polite manner, tutoring you in subjects you were struggling in, and even writing the occasional essay for you while you were passed out naked beside him from riding him a bit too hard.
he was your dream guy– well with one tiny issue.
“i’m serious, satoru!” you exclaimed, your impatience growing by the second. “what do you want for your birthday?”
satoru chuckled from where he sat at his desk, putting his pencil down and reaching up to grab your hands as you stood next to him.
“i’m serious, too. i just want a new calculator.”
you frowned, your body slumping as you stared at him disappointedly. “y’know, this is worse than when people say they don’t want anything.”
he kissed your hands as he laughed, standing up and guiding you to lay on his bed. he got comfy beside you, letting you rest your head on his toned chest that he hid under stupid graphic t-shirts and hoodies.
you both lied there as you listened to his heartbeat, calm and steady. satoru let out a heavy breath as his thumb slid back and forth on the skin of your thigh.
“mine's just really busted and some of the buttons are coming loose.” he admitted quietly after a second. “but if you think it’s stupid, you can get me something else.”
you tilted your head up, meeting his crystal blue eyes.
“do you seriously just want a calculator?” you mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling guilty for berating him for his request.
“yeah,” satoru smiled softly, nodding as his cheeks flushed slightly. “but any gift from you is already perfect.”
you pouted, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly, further deepening that faint pink shade on his pale skin.
---
you’d woken up early to decorate his dorm– thankful yet again that he didn’t have a roommate. he was currently finishing up his presentation in his advanced calculus class, and knowing him, he’d be heading straight back to his room after it was over.
therefore, you had approximately forty-five minutes to finish.
you started with the obnoxiously large ‘happy birthday, toru!” banner above his window curtain, trusting his spinny chair not to fail you as you stuck it up with tape.
next, you lined up the bags of gifts suguru and kento had dropped off before they left to the store to pick up the custom cake you had ordered a month in advance.
you frowned at the thought of shoko missing out, something about having a chemistry lab that was worth half her grade, but you knew she’d just cheat her way through it and still find a way to make it for at least the end of the little celebration you’d planned.
satoru wasn’t a big party person– you knew that– but still, you knew there was nothing he loved more than the company of his friends.
after the bags were arranged to your liking, you set your small wrapped box down along with an enveloped letter you’d ask him not to read until everyone was gone.
by the time you had the streamers hanging and balloons inflated and scattered all over, suguru and kento entered the room.
“five minutes to spare! i told you we’d make it in time.” suguru chuckled, setting down the cake on satoru’s desk next to the neatly arranged gifts.
kento shut the door, immediately draping himself on the small couch as he shut his eyes that were undoubtedly sore from rolling them at suguru’s annoyance.
“you were starting to worry me.” you smiled, pulling out your phone to check satoru’s location, his little blue dot showing he wasn’t too far from his building.
suguru’s pat your shoulder, his eyes doing a double take at the gifts.
“did you not get him anything?” he asked, genuine. “i guess you have been with him since freshman year…”
“what?” your eyes widened in confusion as you pointed to the neatly wrapped box and envelope. “his gift is right there!”
suguru’s eyebrows knit, darting back and forth to see if you were joking. “oh.”
before you could question him further, a ping from your phone made your attention go elsewhere.
toru <3: Heading up to my room now. I’ll get ready and we can go out?
toru <3: It’s my birthday so you can’t really say no. :)
“he’s here!” you exclaimed quietly, already hearing his approaching footsteps.
the boys shot up, smiling widely as you handed them tiny confetti poppers and waited for the door to open. shortly enough, you all watched as the key unlocked the door, slowly opening to reveal the birthday boy.
“surprise!” you all exclaimed excitedly, simultaneously pulling the thin string and sending confetti towards satoru who stood at the door with the second biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him.
he laughed as suguru hugged him, chuckling out thank you’s while kento pat his shoulder. his eyes looked straight at you when the boys pulled away, your arms extending as you smiled at him.
satoru lifted you up as his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing his face into your neck and pressing soft, hidden kisses to the delicate skin.
“happy birthday, toru!” you smiled, holding him close.
you could feel his lips curl on your neck before he pulled back to peck your lips. “thank you, sweetheart.”
“okay, wrap it up lovebirds, i’ve been eyeing that cake since we picked it up.” suguru complained, handing satoru the plastic knife and pushing him towards the container.
though it wasn’t a big celebration like most people have on their birthday’s, this was exactly satoru’s scene. a small thing with the most important people in his life.
the boys sat on the couch while you made yourself comfortable on satoru’s bed, eating your slice of cake quietly while listening to their strange conversations.
your phone pinged, a message from shoko.
“oh! shoko’s on her way!” you exclaimed, swinging your feet off the ledge of the bedframe.
“sweet!” satoru smiled, standing and walking over to his gift table. “think she’d mind if i opened these before she got here?”
you shook your head with a smile, kento filling the gap for you.
“she’d prefer if you did that without her here.”
the three of you gathered around him as he opened the first bag, a smile instantly appearing on his face as he pulled out the first gift, a Digimon game for his computer and a stupid t-shirt that read, “I paused my game to be here”.
suguru cackled as satoru thanked him, the two guys dapping each other up before moving on to the next bag.
kento had gifted him a new watch, something he noticed satoru needed an upgrade on seeing as he’d been wearing the same one since middle school– the leather threading and the time being slightly off.
“aw, thanks dude! now i won’t have to check my phone every time to make sure it’s right!” satoru exclaimed, hugging kento obnoxiously.
“you’re welcome.” kento answered, a rare smile on his face as he pulled away.
lastly, your small box.
even though he’d asked for it, you couldn’t help the anxious feeling that brewed in your stomach. your palms had grown slightly sweaty at the thought of him hating it. he’d never been good at hiding his reactions.
you watched nervously as he slid the card to the side, neatly unwrapping the gift. the room fell quiet as the boys stared at the box in his hand, their faces falling in confusion.
you swallowed worriedly, chewing at the tip of your nail as satoru said nothing, lips slightly parted as he blinked, processing what he was holding in his hand.
“is it the wrong one?” you asked quietly, feeling the embarrassment creep through every fibre of your body. “i did some research and–”
your worries were cut off as satoru turned to you and lifted you up, swinging you side-to-side in excitement.
“oh my god!” he shouted repeatedly before setting you down, running a hand through his snowy hair while staring at the calculator with wide eyes.
“a calculator?” they both mumbled, looking towards you then back at satoru who seemed like he was about to explode.
he turned to his friends, “it’s not just any calculator! it's the TI-Nspire CX II CAS!”
it sounded like gibberish to everyone else but satoru, but the guys just went along, joining him in his excitement despite their confusion.
satoru littered your face with kisses as he thanked you repeatedly, your giggles uncontrollable as you tried to push him away.
“yikes, glad i missed out on whatever this is.” shoko mumbled as she entered the room to chaos.
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later that night, after everyone had gone home and satoru had ordered a real meal for the two of you that wasn’t straight sugar, you found yourself cuddled up with him on his bed yet again, the weight of you above him grounding him like nothing else in the world.
“did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, littering innocent little kisses across his neck and bare chest.
his face was flushed pink as he relaxed under you, a smile creeping back onto his face. “yeah. probably my favorite one yet.”
your lips curled, kissing his cheek before pulling back just enough to see his face. his eyes were downturned and semi-open as he leaned forward to kiss you before settling back onto his pillow.
“thank you,” he sighed. “for listening to me. i know it seems like a bit of a ridiculous thing to ask for.”
“i’m just happy to see you happy.” you shook your head, trying your best not to squeal at how adorable he looked like this. “i love you.”
the words were soft as they left your lips, your fingers pushing stray hairs off his forehead.
“i love you too.” he admitted, tightening his hold on your waist.
his room was quiet yet again as you rested your head on his shoulder, biting back the uncontrollable happiness you felt.
you could feel your body relax, eyes fluttering shut before you heard him reach over beside him, holding up the calculator like it was his most prized possession.
“hey,” he whispered as if not to startle you. “do you wanna hear all the different functions?”
you snorted, smiling widely as you nuzzled your face further into him, opening your eyes to watch his fingers glide across all the different buttons.
“lay it on me, you dork.”
