Sunset | Suguru Geto x Reader
04
If Suguru was an asshole, then you didn’t even know what to call Satoru.
You stared in disbelief as he plucked the lone strawberry off your slice of strawberry shortcake and popped it into his mouth like he’d earned it.
At least if it had been Suguru, he would’ve offered you his.
“You’re being mean,” you told him flatly.
“Why?” he asked, already chewing, grinning at you like he’d just won the lottery—or in this case, the strawberry. “You cryin’?”
That only made you want to pout harder.
No one—not your ‘childhood friends’, not your classmates, not even your younger siblings (because God forbid anyone in your family ever lacked something; there was always an abundance of everything)—had ever treated you like this. Casual. Teasing. Slightly cruel in a way that wasn’t meant to wound.
It was weirdly nice.
And incredibly infuriating.
“Pig,” you muttered.
Satoru gasped, clutching his chest dramatically, then turned to Shoko. “She fat-shamed me.”
You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly saw your own brain.
Shoko, completely unfazed, gave you a thumbs-up and slid her own strawberry toward you. You declined quickly—partly out of pride and because she looked visibly relieved when you did.
Seriously. What was wrong with this friend group?
Currently, it was the six of you—well, sort of. Suguru, you, Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru’s two kids. Nanako, the blonde one, had immediately decided she liked you because you were “pretty,” announcing it boldly and without hesitation. Mimiko, brown-haired and shy, lingered close to Suguru, giving you a small wave from behind him when your eyes met.
Suguru had invited you along despite your initial protests about intruding. Satoru had insisted because he “already liked you,” because of the amount of liquor you could bring to the table—whatever that means.. And Shoko was just glad she finally had someone to talk to besides “these assholes.”
So now you were all at an indoor trampoline park.
You had tried to pay. Genuinely. But Satoru apparently took that as a personal challenge and escalated it into some unspoken competition over who could swipe their card faster. That was when you finally realized—this was the obnoxiously rich asshole Suguru had warned you about.
And now Satoru was paying for everything.
You sat at a small table, picking at what remained of your cake, watching Satoru shove the rest of his food into his mouth before sprinting off to rejoin Suguru and the kids. Suguru moved carefully, attention split between laughing with them and keeping them safe (his daughters—Satoru could go fuck himself), hands always ready to steady or catch.
You swallowed, something warm and unfamiliar settling in your chest.
Shoko exhaled slowly, the universal sound of a woman reevaluating her life choices, then looked at you.
“Come on,” she said, already standing. “You should jump too.”
“I’m good,” you replied automatically. “I’ll just—”
“Nope.” She said gently pushing you away. “I’ll watch everyone's stuff.”
You blinked. “Why are you so insistent? Do you want me to have that much fun?”
“Exactly,” she said flatly, already backing away. “Also, I need air.”
That’s when it clicked.
You’d noticed it earlier—the way she kept glancing toward the exit, the subtle impatience, the hands shoved into her pockets like she was itching for something.
Yeah. She was definitely slipping out for a smoke.
You opened your mouth to call her out, but she shot you a look that said don’t snitch and disappeared toward the doors.
Traitor.
With a resigned sigh, you made your way onto the trampoline floor just as Nanako spotted you. Her face lit up like you’d personally cured all her problems.
“You’re here!” she squealed, immediately grabbing your hand and bouncing with you whether you were ready or not.
You laughed despite yourself, adjusting quickly as she dragged you along, her energy boundless. She jumped higher than she should’ve been allowed to, hair flying everywhere, clearly fearless.
Mimiko, on the other hand, stayed close to Suguru, hopping cautiously beside him, eyes flicking to you every now and then. She waved when she caught you looking, then immediately hid half her face behind his sleeve again.
Cute. Painfully so.
You were mid-bounce with Nanako, finally starting to relax—
When suddenly—
Impact.
“Oh, you’ve got to be—”
Satoru tackled you out of nowhere.
Not aggressively. Not violently.
Just… recklessly.
He slammed into you with all the grace of a feral cat, sending both of you flying across the trampoline. You bounced once. Twice. Then landed in a tangled heap, staring up at the ceiling while your soul briefly left your body.
You lay there, blinking.
He hovered over you, grinning like he’d just discovered a new hobby. “You good?”
You wanted to curse him out. You really did. You wanted to call him every insult you knew and invent a few new ones just for him.
But—
Kids.
So instead, you smiled sweetly through clenched teeth. “You absolute—”
Nanako gasped. “No bad words!”
You inhaled. Exhaled.
“…menace,” you finished tightly.
Satoru burst out laughing.
“Oh, you’re fun,” he said, then immediately reached for you again.
“Satoru wait, no—” You shoved him back with both hands, using the bounce to your advantage, and he stumbled, barely catching himself before falling flat on his ass.
Suguru barked out a laugh from across the floor. “serves you right.” He told Story who ignored just ignored him.
Satoru sat up, eyes sparkling. “Oh, we’re doing this?”
You squared your shoulders, bouncing lightly. “You started it.”
Nanako cheered like she was watching a wrestling match. Mimiko clapped quietly, eyes wide.
Satoru lunged again.
This time, you were ready.
You ducked, grabbed his arm, and used his own momentum to fling him sideways. He yelped—actually yelped—before hitting the trampoline and rolling.
He popped back up, hair wild, grin feral.
“Okay,” he said, pointing at you. “I like you.”
You scoffed, heart pounding, adrenaline buzzing. “Yeah? I still think you’re an asshole.” He laughed and charged again.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Nanako’s voice cut through the chaos, high and urgent as she bolted across the trampoline floor, her short legs pumping like her life depended on it. She skidded to a stop in front of Suguru and pointed an accusatory finger back at you.
“The big bad UGLY dragon is attacking the princess!” she declared. “She’s gonna die!” She added dramatically, tugging her hair in distress.
You barely had time to process that before Satoru—who was still very much sprawled on top of you, using your stomach like it was a premium seat—let out an offended gasp.
“I am not ugly!” he protested loudly, one hand flying to his chest like he’d been personally betrayed. “That’s slander.”
“Shush, dragon!” Nanako snapped, hands on her hips. “You’re supposed to be scary, and you are, but you’re still ugly. That’s how dragons work!”
You squirmed beneath him, trying to shove his shoulder. “Get—off—me,” you hissed between laughs, but with his strength, it's completely useless.
That’s when Mimiko spoke up.
She had been clinging to Suguru, fingers curled into her sleeves like she was debating the risk of existing at all. But now her small fists clenched with determination. “I’m helping the princess too,” she said, quiet but firm.
Before you could react, she hurried over and planted herself at your side like a tiny bodyguard.
Your heart did a weird little thing.
Suguru, meanwhile, crouched low on the trampoline, eyes narrowing as if he were surveying a battlefield. He picked up a discarded pool noodle and rested it over his shoulder, posture shifting into something exaggeratedly heroic.
“Fear not,” he announced gravely, “for I, a brave knight, shall defeat the UGLY dragon.”
Nanako lit up. “Yes! Save her, daddy!”
Satoru let out a mock growl, still stubbornly refusing to move. “I am terrifying,” he said, baring his teeth dramatically. “But I refuse to accept the ugly allegations.”
“Not on my watch,” Suguru replied.
He launched himself forward with an overly dramatic bounce, swinging the pool noodle. It smacked Satoru’s arm with a harmless thwack, and Suguru immediately followed it up by stumbling, rolling across the trampoline like he’d been hit by an invisible force.
“I shall vanquish you, foul beast!” he cried, flailing so hard it was impossible to take him seriously.
Mimiko grabbed another pool noodle, eyes shining, and joined in. “I’m helping too!”
She smacked Satoru’s side, gentle but enthusiastic.
“Ow! Betrayal!” Satoru yelped, clutching his chest and wobbling exaggeratedly. “The children have turned against me!”
You were laughing so hard your sides hurt, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Get off me, you dramatic, ugly beast!”
That did it.
Suguru lunged again—this time more carefully—and hooked an arm around Satoru, rolling them both away from you in a controlled tumble. They bounced once, twice, before Suguru pinned him with a triumphant flourish.
“Behold,” Suguru declared, lifting the pool noodle like a sword. “The princess is safe.”
Nanako jumped up and down, cheering. “You did it! You saved her!”
Mimiko smiled too, small and proud, standing a little taller.
Satoru lay flat on his back, arms tucked behind his head, chest rising as he grinned up at the ceiling. “Fine,” he conceded. “Not ugly, but defeated. Temporarily.”
You finally sat up, brushing your hair back and steadying your breathing, still buzzing with laughter.
Nanako immediately grabbed your hand again. “Come on!” she said. “Let’s jump more!”
“Wait—Nanako.” Mimiko’s small voice cut in, calm but decisive. She stopped Nanako mid-tug, her hand still wrapped around your wrist.
“The princess has to give the knight a kiss as a reward,” she said matter-of-factly, like she was reciting an ancient, universally accepted law.
Nanako froze. Her eyes widened. “Oh.” She nodded solemnly, then turned to you with alarming seriousness. “I forgot. You HAVE to give the knight a kiss.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was letting you in on a sacred secret. “It’s true love.”
Your brain short-circuited.
You glanced at Suguru, then at the girls, then immediately away again as heat rushed up your neck. “I—wait—”
Behind you, Satoru completely lost it. He doubled over, clutching his stomach, tears actually forming at the corners of his eyes. “Oh my god.” he wheezed. “This is the best day of my life.”
Suguru cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “Girls,” he said carefully, holding his hands up. “the princess doesn’t have to repay the knight. It’s the knight’s duty to protect. No rewards necessary.”
Mimiko frowned and crossed her arms. “That’s not what you say.”
Suguru blinked. “What?”
“You always tell us to give you kisses when you ‘save’ us,” she replied, tone painfully logical. “That’s the rule.”
Nanako gasped. “Did you lie, daddy?”
What the hell is Suguru teaching his daughters?
Satoru immediately leaned in, grinning like a menace. “Wow,” he said, rubbing salt directly into the wound. “Is daddy a liar?” He mocked.
Suguru shot him a look. “You’re not helping.”
You stood there, mortified, fingers twisting into your sleeves. The girls’ eyes were on you now—expectant, hopeful, completely sincere.
You sighed. “…Okay,” you muttered, barely audible. Then, louder, to Suguru, “Um. Is that… okay?”
“Yes!—I mean, if you're okay with that?” He stiffened slightly, then nodded once, quick and clear. “Yeah. That’s fine.”
You stepped forward before you could think better of it, leaned in, and pressed the briefest, lightest kiss to his cheek. It barely lasted a second.
Still—your face felt like it was on fire.
Suguru’s ears turned red. He looked very intently at absolutely anything except you.
Nanako squealed. “TRUE LOVE!”
Mimiko smiled, satisfied, like a prophecy had just been fulfilled.
Before either you or Suguru could spiral further, the girls grabbed your hands again—one on each side.
“Come on!” Nanako chirped. “Play with us! It's gonna be a girl’s only night out.”
They dragged you away, mercifully fast, leaving Suguru standing there rubbing the back of his neck and Satoru laughing so hard he nearly fell over again.
You didn’t look back.
You were too busy trying not to combust.
