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There was something about an old, rundown diner that was a safe space for people who had secrets to keep. Maybe because it was the lack of business at midnight; only two people came in often at ungodly hours. They sat in the same booth in the back, ordered an unhealthy amount of sugar – at least one of them did – and they spent the rest of their night chatting and making fun of each other. A “safe space” is one way to describe it. A place where they liked to go on dates could also be a way to describe it.
They were always alone when they came here. There was no need to hide what they were doing. They could talk freely without the stares of other people wondering what they were to each other.
Would it matter if people found out that Sukuna and Satoru were dating?
They've been keeping it to themselves for two months now. It was just easier that way.
Satoru was happily drinking a vanilla milkshake that was topped with whipped cream, caramel drizzle, and chocolate pieces. There was another straw in the milkshake, too, but Sukuna couldn't bring himself to even have a taste. Besides…Satoru looked so happy when he got sugar in his mouth and Sukuna was distracted by watching him.
"Your pancreas is going to die one day." Sukuna said.
"And that's supposed to stop me how?" Satoru asked, smacked his lips, and then sucked on the straw again.
"Your diet will come back to bite you in the future if you don't cool it with the sweets."
"I ate the food you cooked, didn't I?" Satoru shrugged, though his tone was defensive. "I had dinner, now it's time for dessert."
It was true, at least to Satoru. He was a good boy earlier and finished his dinner that Sukuna so graciously prepared for him.
It had been happening more often than not, Sukuna coming over to cook for him whether it was breakfast or dinner. It was almost normal at this point; no more store-bought prepared meals, Sukuna found himself meal prepping and giving Satoru home cooked meals.
To Sukuna, it wasn't a hassle.
He was with Satoru most days of the week. He just wondered if Satoru realized that his eating habits had changed…somewhat. "Would you eat if I didn't cook for you?" He asked curiously, almost a bit sly, too, because he would proudly take responsibility for keeping Satoru alive.
"I've been alive longer than we've been dating, Sukuna. You don't have to cook for me to eat." Satoru took another sip of his milkshake then quickly added, "but you don't have to stop, though."
It was a luxury and it was definitely deserved since they were dating. Sukuna was still going to take credit for it.
"That's what I thought."
"Instead of getting on me for enjoying life, how about you enjoy life with me?" Satoru lightly pushed the glass towards Sukuna.
That was a reasonable request. Satoru liked sharing his food with Sukuna. There was nothing more intimate than enjoying sweets together.
Sukuna didn't want to.
He showed his resistance, threw a little tantrum, sighed, and finally gave in. Satoru smiled gleefully as he watched Sukuna lean forward to take a sip of the milkshake; he didn't expect Sukuna's eyes to light up from the sweetness, but he did want to see the way Sukuna pretended to like it just to make him happy. Satoru leaned forward, too, and took the other straw between his lips.
They shared the vanilla milkshake.
It was a peaceful date. Quiet. Just the two of them.
They preferred it that way, to be by themselves and not have anyone else intruding on their relationship.
There was a look in Sukuna's eyes that couldn't be explained, a sparkle in the crimson that was noticeable to anyone. It was the way he gazed at Satoru, the way his eyes seemed so full and lively. He always pretended like he couldn't stand Satoru but in reality, he couldn't stay away from him. It was almost as if Sukuna looked at him like he loved him.
There would never be a circumstance where Sukuna would admit that.
At least not now.
But Satoru could see it. He could feel it, too. For the time being, that was all that mattered.
Right as Satoru leaned his head on to his hand and stared back into Sukuna's eyes, there was an abrupt sound at the front of the restaurant. The door was shoved open by a familiar group of sophomores, two of them laughing loudly as the other pointed to the only couple sitting in the diner.
Sukuna and Satoru both clicked their teeth and groaned.
They could never be together without being interrupted.
Quickly, the sophomores all walked over to the table and scooted into the booth without even asking to sit down. Sukuna grumbled to himself as Satoru poked one of the sophomore's forehead.
The intrusion was not needed. Everyone would be better off if Sukuna and Satoru were just left alone. However, that didn’t seem to be the case as Yuuji smiled even while getting a finger pressed to his forehead. Beside him, Megumi appeared exhausted. Nobara sat beside Sukuna and she was staring at the vanilla milkshake with curiosity.
"You all don't need to be here." Sukuna said when the nightmare of them being there continued.
He closed his eyes for a brief second, but when he opened them again his little brother was still giggling while Satoru flicked his forehead.
"But we wanna be." Yuuji said with a bright smile, genuinely enjoying the company. Satoru poked his cheek and that didn’t deter Yuuji. He just smiled wider.
His face was flushed and his eyes were glassy. Nobara and Megumi had the same pink cheeks and glassiness to their eyes. It was no surprise that they had been drinking tonight. Sukuna had just hoped that his younger brother and his friends would stay at the house party much later instead of interrupt his “date”.
"I want a milkshake." Nobara mumbled.
"Get one." Sukuna said.
Nobara placed her hand on the table slowly. Then she moved her hand towards the bottom of the glass so she could pull it towards her. She only made it about an inch before a larger hand pulled back on the glass to stop her. Everyone else was quiet as they watched Nobara and Satoru stare at each other from across the booth.
Satoru wasn't going to share with her.
Sukuna didn't have the mental strength to stop the verbal assault that was about to happen.
"You're here every weekend." Megumi randomly looked at Sukuna when the thought came to mind. "Both of you-"
"You annoying triplets are always here, too." Sukuna wanted to snap at him but he held it in.
It was always the intrusion that put him on edge. In fact, it put both of them on edge. It aggravated them that they could never have one date where they weren't interrupted. Now they have to deal with three drunk and annoying sophomores that made too many observations about them.
"We only come cause we see you here." Yuuji said.
Sukuna snapped. "Well, stop seeing us-"
"Hold on there, big guy," Satoru stopped the building anger in Sukuna abruptly. "I think they just want to hang out with us. I mean, all they do is get drunk and goof off every weekend. I bet they want us to add some spice to their lives."
"Getting high isn't spice." Megumi mumbled.
"I'd say getting drunk is your choice of therapy, Megumi, but it ain't working if I'm being honest." Satoru let out a heartless laugh as Megumi scowled at him, green eyes going dark from the angry glare. Satoru continued with his apathetic comments with a smile on his face. "Yuuji needs to stop getting that cheap shit and start moving on to the hard drugs-"
"That is the worst idea to come out of that empty noggin of yours." Nobara cut in.
"You're the ones that are coming to hang out with us, not the other way around." Satoru shrugged.
"'Hang out' is a bit generous."
"What are we doing now, Megumi?" Satoru propped his elbow up on the table and leaned his head onto his hand. "Just existing? What do you think is happening?"
"I'm too drunk for this." Megumi turned away and put his head down on the table.
"Maybe you should've gone home instead of coming here to be a nuisance." Sukuna wasn't sympathetic, and if it was possible Satoru was less sympathetic than he was.
It was a strategy they used often: be as unpleasant as possible so they could be left alone. There were times that it started verbal altercations with the sophomores, but that didn't stop them from coming around again. Tensions rose and it made them uncomfortable for the time being, and at least they'd leave so Sukuna and Satoru could salvage the rest of the night.
It was silent between them all.
Then Yuuji spoke, "So…" he dragged on slowly as he looked between Sukuna and Satoru. "We're gonna go back to the apartment and continue this 'party'."
"That means knock out for the night. I'm done." Nobara clarified.
"I just want water." Megumi muttered.
"We got that." Yuuji pushed Megumi out of the booth so he could scoot out, too. Nobara pulled herself up and stumbled away first as Yuuji mumbled that his friends were spending the night.
Sukuna didn't care as long as they were not staying here.
Once they were out of the diner, Sukuna sighed again. Satoru just pulled his glass back towards him and began drinking the milkshake as if they weren't interrupted briefly. He easily put issues behind him…issues that didn't piss him off that is. He was smiling just like before once he was drinking his milkshake.
That was one thing Sukuna noticed: It didn't take that much to make Satoru happy. Just be around, give him some food, and make sure that he knows he's "loved". He saw Satoru's smile more often since they started dating. They spent more time together intimately, definitely more now that they weren't just fucking. Thank goodness they were alone again, Sukuna could go back to staring at Satoru in peace.
"You can take a picture of me if you want."
Sukuna didn't realize he started to day dream a bit. When he focused again, Satoru was looking at him with a curious expression. And a flirty smile, too. He knew Sukuna was staring because he was "mesmerized". Satoru liked to tease and he tried hard when it came to Sukuna.
He barely ever blushed, rarely got flustered, didn't always get super embarrassed. Sukuna was cool headed when it mattered, hot blooded when he was angry – but barely ever outwardly infatuated. He thought about taking a picture since it would last longer. He'd want to be reminded of Satoru's face even when they weren't together. Maybe even make a picture of Satoru his lock screen wallpaper; every time he looked at his phone, he'd see Satoru's face.
It wasn't that bad of an idea.
"I don't need pictures of fish on my phone." Sukuna shrugged and Satoru scoffed at the comment. "We've been over this before. You're not that pretty in pictures."
"You think I'm pretty in person?" Satoru raised an eyebrow. "You could've just told me, Sukuna. I would've thanked you."
Another sigh left Sukuna's lips.
"Here." Satoru moved the glass again so it was in the middle of the table. "The milkshake will mellow you out."
Did it actually mellow him out? That was debatable. Sukuna didn't really like sweets all that much. He often talked crap about the stuff he was forced to put into his mouth; he wasn't much for candy, chocolate, anything else that was too sugary. The only reason it seemed like he tolerated it was for Satoru. He pretended to be reluctant to get his lips around the straw, however he knew it would make his boyfriend happy if he drank some of the milkshake.
Satoru had a content look on his face. He had the same look in his eyes that Sukuna did earlier. The same fullness, the same look of admiration, his expression was more pleasant. He gazed into Sukuna's eyes as he began to smile.
Immediately, Sukuna thought that Satoru had an idea pop into his head; it was the way he smiled, almost lovingly, like he was about to do something he shouldn't.
“You think the triplets are coming back?” Satoru asked.
“No.” Sukuna said. “It's usually one visit a night. I wouldn't be surprised if Yuuji passed out on the sidewalk.”
As Sukuna spoke, Satoru slid out of the booth and stood up. He lifted his arms up, stretching his back as well; he looked around, but it was still just the two of them. Sukuna could already guess what was going to happen next. He wasn't surprised when his boyfriend sat down next to him. No questions asked. Just a natural thing to happen.
For some reason, this was way more comfortable for Sukuna…feeling Satoru next to him, that was what put him at ease.
“They'd probably lose their shit if they saw us this close.” Satoru said once he was comfortable, too, and went back to drinking his milkshake without a care in the world.
“Yeah, well…” Sukuna sat back and rested his arm on the back of the seat. “I'm sure you could gaslight us out of being found out.”
Satoru glanced over at him, and with the straw still between his lips, he smiled. There was nothing that he liked more than causing problems and Sukuna could see that all over his face. “Probably.” Satoru shrugged, but it was clear to them both he would enjoy the mind games. “To be honest, I don't care if someone finds out.”
“I'm not going around announcing that I tolerate you-”
“You sucked my dick yesterday-”
“What's your point?”
“You actually like me.” Satoru's smile turned smug. “In fact, I think you like me so much that it makes you look stupid.”
Sukuna rolled his eyes.
“Don't fight it, Sukuna. You'll just fall harder for me.” Satoru chuckled and bit his straw.
Sukuna grumbled under his breath, but he didn't make an attempt to correct what Satoru said.
Maybe he really did like Satoru. They've been together for a while now, it was practically the truth. There was a slight flutter of his heart, a subtle twinge to the center of his chest…this was a common feeling for him. He breathed in and his lungs filled with the scent of Satoru; he looked beside him and was staring at a beautifully pale face and snow white hair with crystal blue eyes; the presence he felt next to him was soothing yet all consuming. Satoru was everything to him.
“Whatever.” Sukuna mumbled with a frown as Satoru continued to drink his milkshake.
He let his arm wrap around Satoru's shoulders though.
There was no better feeling than being close to him.
Sukuna pulled Satoru just a bit closer on him to feel the weight of his body. That was the only time Satoru stopped drinking his milkshake. Without a word, he leaned his head onto Sukuna's shoulder and rested there.
For them, that was the most comfortable.
Surprisingly, their date wasn't going to end in sex.
Sukuna had football practice in the morning and Satoru always made it very difficult to get out of bed.
They stood outside Sukuna's apartment door. Not a single light was on, and it was quiet inside. They both figured that the three sophomores passed out once they got back. That was good news for Sukuna, at least. He could get decent sleep tonight.
Satoru had a smug smile on his face because he actually liked walking his boyfriend to the front door. He knew that Sukuna hated things like this, so it was best to not mention it…Satoru just had to mention it.
"I had a good time tonight." He said.
He had his hands in his black jacket pockets. Well, it was actually Sukuna's jacket, but that also meant that it was Satoru's jacket, too. He fidgeted and twisted his body eagerly waiting for a response from Sukuna – maybe confirmation that he had a good night, too, or a kiss on the cheek.
"Of course you did." Sukuna snorted a laugh. "I watched you inhale a second milkshake in two minutes."
"I should go back for another one-"
"Satoru, no." Sukuna frequently had to make sure Satoru wouldn't give in to the first idea that came to mind.
That wasn't a way to keep his boyfriend happy, unfortunately. Satoru pouted and groaned obnoxiously. "You're boring as all hell, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah." Sukuna rolled his eyes and grabbed Satoru by the front of his jacket, pulling him forward abruptly for a kiss.
That was the fastest way to put Satoru at ease. He was the one to love the physical display of affection more than Sukuna, so it was no surprise that he began to smile. Over the weeks, Sukuna became more responsive to the things that Satoru liked, like kisses good night and spooning when they were in bed together. He could show a little love when he wanted to. And since Satoru was actually his boyfriend, Sukuna could give him a kiss now and then.
Sometimes, the kiss was just a kiss.
Other times, like tonight, the kiss easily got carried away. All it took was Satoru wrapping his arms around Sukuna's neck, Sukuna placing his hands on Satoru's hips, and a little tongue for them to lose track of how the night was supposed to go. It was just so much easier to keep their hands on each other. It felt right, as if they were whole.
If they could, they would kiss the night away. They would hold each other for the rest of eternity. It was just them, no one else to interrupt and ruin the mood, no distractions.
When Satoru leaned his weight forward, Sukuna's back ended up pressed against the front door. He could handle Satoru leaning all of himself on him, but it began to mess with his mind and his body riled up from that. Satoru had him pinned and it seemed intentional, too. Their kissing didn't stop. Sukuna was slowly letting his fingers tug on the hoodie as he imagined pulling it up over Satoru's head. That intensity built up, especially when he noticed Satoru's breaths becoming heavier with each kiss. He was getting handsy as well; running his fingers through Sukuna's hair, holding his face, sliding his hands to his chest.
Sukuna loved it when Satoru put his hands on him.
Add the knee that was pressing into his crotch and Sukuna definitely couldn't hide that he was into it.
Satoru pulled away briefly and whispered, "Now," as if his life depended on it. He planted another hot kiss on Sukuna's lips before he made his desires known. "I want you…" His hand made its way underneath Sukuna's sweatshirt, palm pressed to Sukuna's abs, fingers ready to claw at his skin in desperation.
Making out in front of the apartment door so late at night could only get them so far.
They wouldn't even make it another ten minutes just to get to Satoru's place.
Sukuna was getting hard and he didn't try to hide it. He grabbed Satoru's other hand and placed it at the front of his pants so Satoru could feel what he was doing to him. He gasped quietly as Satoru's fingers squeezed the bulge of his jeans and traced the outline of his dick. Every second it became more noticeable. Satoru rubbed and palmed him, and that was enough to convince Sukuna to not attempt to walk even a few steps with a hard on.
The only thing they could do was go inside Sukuna's apartment.
At the moment, they forgot that Yuuji and his friends were probably passed out somewhere in the apartment. Or maybe they did remember and just didn't care.
They stumbled inside, both of them shushing each other while they continued their frantic kissing. They yanked off their clothes as they tried to make it to Sukuna's room in the dark. It was a tough feat to get there. They could only make it to the couch, though that wasn't surprising since they couldn't focus long enough to walk any further.
Sukuna plopped down on the couch first; his hand pulled Satoru's hips forward to bring him down on his lap. With his legs spread, Satoru rightfully sat on one of his favorite places. Again, he wrapped his arms around Sukuna's neck, letting his fingers twirl in Sukuna's hair while he got lost in the kisses. He was lively when Sukuna showed him attention.
That was probably one of the things Sukuna really liked about him – how fiery Satoru could become with sex.
Sukuna couldn't keep his hands off him at this point; he was tracing the curves of Satoru's back, following every twist and turn as Satoru slowly rolled his hips on his lap. Their erections rubbed together in hot desperation to get off. They were so ready for each other, ready to have each other in ways that made their worlds collide. Sukuna's fingers began to press into Satoru's skin to hold on to him as if he were his life line. The only thing on his mind now was being inside him, becoming one like they usually do and forgetting about everything else in the world.
It was too painful to wait.
The only break in the kiss was when Sukuna finally slid his cock inside Satoru, both of them moaning and gasping as if it was the first time they've felt each other this way.
Satoru’s hands quickly grabbed the back of the couch, gripping tight for support so he could roll his hips and ride Sukuna’s dick. Even in the dark it was the perfect sight; Sukuna always loved to watch him, loved to watch his face and the expressions he made. He was desperate to see every part of Satoru – to experience all of him for the rest of the night, until they were exhausted and couldn’t move. Sukuna was obsessed with the view. He loved the way Satoru would throw his head back and stifle a moan, loved the way Satoru rode him slow and easy, how he made it seem he was getting fucked so good that he was transcending.
He was just so in love.
There was no other way to show it than by truly making Satoru transcend.
Sukuna locked his arm around Satoru’s waist, his hand holding on to the side of his body, and he began to thrust his hips faster, completely changing the pace. He was known to take over, be rougher, fuck on desire and lust alone. And if he could, he’d get Satoru to scream so loud that everyone on the block would be able to hear him.
The sound of their skin slapping together with each thrust got louder. Faster. Sukuna was in control.
Satoru was already losing it – head snapped back, hand clawing into Sukuna’s shoulder, his body shaking. His voice broke out and he knew he slipped up. “Oh, f-fuck!-” Immediately he forgot that he had to keep his mouth shut. How could he remember when he felt so good? Sukuna didn’t stop and boy, was Satoru grateful for that. Very grateful. It was the sound of Satoru’s moan that drove Sukuna to make Satoru bounce on his lap harder.
Not a single coherent thought could go through either of their heads. Both of them were so high on sex.
“I love you!” The only three words Satoru could string together, a desperate moan that sounded too good to be true.
Yet, Sukuna thought it was music to his ears. The ring of Satoru’s voice went straight to Sukuna’s heart…and his dick. He wanted to hear it again.
His other hand slid up Satoru’s body, feeling the heat and sweat on his skin, his ragged breathing, the vibration of his voice in his chest. When Sukuna's fingers wrapped around Satoru's neck, he felt Satoru's muscles tense, the way his breath hitched, the extension of his neck while leaning his head back further. His breath was shaky, his lips trembling. Sukuna could feel the anticipation for more, the desire for something that could be all consuming.
“Yeah?” Sukuna couldn’t hold back the smirk that began to form on his lips. He got arrogant. “You love me?” He asked with the intent on getting Satoru to scream it again.
Meanwhile, his own heart was doing flips from the excitement.
A burst of heat came from his body, the result of being so in love and focused on one other person. Sukuna wasn't one to blush often, however the warmth on his cheeks was obvious. Had there been light in the living room, it would've been easy to see that Sukuna was flushed all over – not from just the extraneous activity, but also hearing those three perfect words from Satoru's lips.
His heart skipped again when Satoru nodded and stuttered a reply – a resounding "yes!" as he was fucked out of his mind. He cried out Sukuna's name and all that did was bring Sukuna closer to his climax.
Every single time, he always thought that sex could never feel so good. Once again he was mesmerized, thinking with his dick because his lust directed him. How deep could he get inside Satoru's perfect hole? How long could he rest in his warmth? He drove his cock inside him over and over again, in love with the tightness that continued to suck him in further, in love with the way Satoru reacted to every pounding thrust…he was so close but wanted to make this last as long as he could.
"'Kuna!-"
Fuck, the way Satoru moans sounded so good. For someone who took control so quickly, Sukuna quite literally lost all the self control he had.
He had to hear Satoru's voice say those sweet words to him again. Whatever it meant didn't matter to him, he just had to hear it.
They were close again. Satoru wrapped his arms around Sukuna's neck and continued to roll his hips on his lap. Sukuna could feel his heavy breathing on his cheek. His skin was flushed from heat, his sweat began to mash his hair around his face. Sukuna was attracted to that kind of warmth.
“You love me?” Sukuna asked once more, this time his voice a breathy whisper. He wanted to concentrate but the only thing on his mind was just…Satoru.
His own face felt hot. His cheeks were burning. His heart was skipping beats over and over again.
“I love you,” Satoru was forthcoming with the statement, more so than before; his mind may have been clouded but he meant those three words that came from his lips.
Basically a heavenly cry to Sukuna's ears.
To have all of Satoru made him feel fulfilled. He held Satoru's body close and did everything he could to get Satoru to show his love more and more. He wanted to hear that beautiful moan with those same three words rolling off his tongue. That feeling he had, that overwhelming love and excitement, it practically swallowed him whole.
They fucked on the couch for what almost seemed like an eternity. It probably would've been better if they moved this to Sukuna's bedroom…not that they'd be any quieter if they did. After a little while, they remembered that they shouldn't get too rowdy in the middle of the night because Yuuji and his friends were knocked out in his room. They slowed down just a bit, kept their voices quieter while whispering to each other how much they loved getting off.
Sukuna may have been a tease, but Satoru was an even bigger one; letting him take the lead drove Sukuna insane enough for him to whisper "I love you" back in his own moment of pure bliss. The words were on the tip of his tongue just waiting to be spoken out. He let Satoru get his arms around him, let his hands play in his hair, listened closely to everything Satoru whispered to him all while their bodies moved in sync.
Sukuna really was in love and Satoru could feel it.
It was early in the morning. Sukuna didn't get that much sleep but that was to be expected. He had to be at football practice in an hour, and at the moment he didn't feel the need to go. There was something else he had to take care of. He stood in his kitchen, the lights off, however the stove on. He had already made rice balls, and was making ramen for the afternoon.
This morning he was making a lot of food, it wasn't just all for him, though.
Beside him stood his boyfriend leaning his head on to his shoulder and holding onto his arm. Satoru wasn't one to be up early but here he was in the kitchen with Sukuna. The sweatshirt he wore had Sukuna's name and player number on the back; the sweatpants he had on were not his but that wasn't going to stop him from wearing them. He was watching Sukuna make breakfast and lunch for the day, and he actually did so quietly. It didn't seem to cross his mind that he was restricting Sukuna's movement by holding on to his arm. Satoru was comfortable. And when his boyfriend was preparing meals for him, he was compliant.
Sukuna put all of Satoru's favorite things in the broth. He made sure there was a small hint of sweetness to the noodles just so Satoru wouldn't lose focus while eating it.
And it made Sukuna feel better knowing that at least Satoru had food for the day.
They hadn't talked about what was said between them a few hours ago. The whole "I love you" statement during sex could have just been, well, the sex. And it would be easier to leave it at that. However, Sukuna's heart actually fluttered at the thought that there was a real chance Satoru loved him. That wouldn't be surprising since they've been dating for two months and fucking for even longer than that.
Maybe he should just leave it at the fact that it may have been just sex. But, he really liked how those words sounded coming out of Satoru's mouth.
How would he be able to ask Satoru to say it again without being shamed and teased for being a lover boy?
It was more than just sex, he wanted to believe that. In fact, it felt like that for him. Was it like that for Satoru?
Sukuna wasn't ever going to know unless he asked.
"Hey," Sukuna shrugged the arm Satoru was holding on to. "Let go of me, I'm trying to make your food."
"I didn't ask you to make food for me." Satoru mumbled and squeezed tighter on Sukuna's forearm.
"I don't want to hear you complaining that you have a headache because all you fed yourself was sugar." Sukuna was able to get his arm out of Satoru's persistent grip. He ignored the grumpy expression on Satoru's face, although he caught a glimpse of the sour pout and smiled just a bit.
Satoru didn't get much sleep either and he could get cranky when he didn't sleep.
"When I'm done later, I'll make katsudon for dinner."
Satoru hummed quietly and hopped up on the counter as he said, “Can you do that at my place? The annoying triplets are up and we can’t explain last night.”
They could hear the trio of friends getting rowdy in Yuuji’s room. It was surprisingly early for them to be up, Sukuna thought it was their hangover that probably woke them…hopefully.
“If you want me to come over, just say that.”
“I would if that’s what I wanted.” Satoru said as he swung his feet back and forth. Sukuna glanced towards him with a knowing look, as if he wasn’t going to let Satoru play games with him. “What I will say is…” Satoru paused, a smile creeping slowly on his lips, “I’ll gladly eat the katsudon.”
“Yeah, cause you’re a fucking child and incapable of doing anything for yourself.” Sukuna was doing all this work for Satoru – cooking him meals, making sure he never went hungry, forcing good calories into him because Satoru is under the impression he could survive off of sweets alone – and he never said anything about it…well, he did complain once in a while, but that didn’t stop him from doing it.
Maybe this was Sukuna’s love language, always making sure that Satoru couldn’t complain about headaches because he didn’t eat.
“Whatever makes you happy, Sukuna.”
It definitely made Satoru happy. He remained obedient and watched as Sukuna continued to move around the kitchen and make food for them both.
Sukuna wasn’t going to say it out loud, but it made him happy, too.
Out in the living room was a patter of footsteps all coming towards the kitchen. Yuuji was the loudest one, and he was more concerned with the smell of food that was making his stomach growl.
He walked in first, hand in shirt as he scratched his chest, yawning obnoxiously, and going straight to one of the finished bowls of rice and egg.
Sukuna was quick to smack his hand with a wooden spoon. “You’re lucky I didn’t have chopsticks in my hand. I would’ve stabbed you.”
“Oh, come on!” Yuuji groaned. “You got a shit ton of food here! I know you’re not gonna eat all of it.” It almost seemed like he was about to be on the brink of tears.
“He might.” Nobara snorted a laugh.
“It’s not for you.” Sukuna pushed Yuuji away from the kitchen counter.
Megumi was staring quietly at Satoru, something he always did when he noticed Satoru and Sukuna were in the same room together. It was happening on and off for months now, but he knew there was something different. Even last night, he knew there was something off. Right now, his eyes were hesitant. He looked at Satoru, looked away, blushed, then looked at Satoru again.
“Take a picture, Megumi.” Satoru suddenly had a wide smile on his face as he stared directly at Megumi. He could see the nervousness in his eyes, but that’s what made it entertaining. He cocked his head to the side and let all the attention go straight to the one quiet sophomore that stood in the middle of the kitchen. “You know they last longer, right?” He teased.
“Did you come over?” Megumi asked.
“Why do you need to know?” Satoru continued to play around with Megumi’s fear.
Sukuna was the only one between the two of them that was cautious. He turned to look over his shoulder at Megumi, and he immediately knew something was up. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. What was worse was that he wouldn’t be able to get Satoru to shut up.
“I thought I heard your voice last night.” Megumi narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember. “I woke up to get some water and…” His voice trailed off. The others stared at him in silence and waited for him to finish his thought. “I’m pretty sure I was way too drunk, never mind.” He abruptly stopped his thoughts there.
Nobara didn’t. “You two were really loud last night.” She said without any hesitation. “If you’re going to fuck, can you not do it when Yuuji has us over?-”
“What?” Yuuji’s eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. Apparently, he was the only one who didn’t have an inkling of what was going on. “There’s no way!-”
“I knew it.” Megumi mumbled under his breath as Yuuji tried getting more information out of Nobara.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Satoru said over all the noise. “So, you three were drunk out of your minds but you thought we-” he pointed between him and Sukuna “-fucked? Do you hear yourselves?” He asked.
The three sophomores looked between each other. Slowly, they were giving in to the idea that they weren’t woken up by loud sex a couple hours ago and instead it was just the alcohol playing mind games.
Satoru would gaslight them into thinking they were crazy.
Sukuna was okay with that plan.
“You’re right, though.” Satoru said anyway, and that was no surprise to Sukuna. “People in relationships usually fuck so you can’t exactly be surprised by that.”
More yelling ensued immediately.
“Relationship!-”
Sukuna just turned back around to finish putting breakfast – for Satoru – on a plate. Yuuji was momentarily distracted and reached for the plate as if it was for him; that resulted in a harsh smack of his hand to get him away. Sukuna glared at him as the others continued with their shouting over the news.
“How long has that been going on?”
“Oh my god, was that voice you last week?-”
“I knew the clothes looked familiar!”
Sukuna just sighed. There was so much he didn’t want to deal with at the moment, but since Satoru decided it was okay to let everyone know, he had to roll with it. Yuuji and Nobara continued their barrage of questions to find out every single detail about the relationship.
The only truth Satoru told them was that he and Sukuna were dating. Everything else that came out of his mouth was a bold face lie and Sukuna didn’t feel the need to correct him. In fact, it would be fun for him to play along and gaslight the sophomores, too.
Sukuna let Satoru have his fun, though.
As he handed Satoru his plate of breakfast, he smiled just a bit. Even through all the chaos, Sukuna enjoyed their closeness. Three distracting sophomores weren’t going to stop their love.
At least the secret was out now.