thinking about starting another save file for stardew valley so i can marry my pretty girl haley
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me when the fic i wrote on a whim gets more interactions than the fic i poured my blood, sweat, tears, cunt into
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my little satoru plushie came three weeks earlier than i expected it to and maybe life isnât that bad
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content. fluff, mentions of nudity, usage of celsius (the only correct way of measuring temperature iktr).
itâs an unwritten rule in your relationship with satoru that you two must sleep skin-to-skin. it doesnât matter if the room is -4 degrees or if itâs nearing 32. youâre bareâpartly or fullyâand you lay touching the other. on some days, you lay chest to chest, on others youâre spooning each other (satoru is mostly the little spoon, but on rare days he switches it up), and on others itâs merely your pinkies intertwining as you two sleep peacefully during the night.
some part of you, no matter if itâs big or small, has to be touching him. actually touching him. without the barrier of infinity, that keeps him from touching the world in its entirety. and without the barrier of clothing, that keeps him from touching youâfrom truly touching you. the two of you need to feel each other, to feel the other on your skin and know that theyâre here and that theyâre real.
to be so vulnerable together, and to have absolutely nothing separating the two of you. itâs just you, and itâs just him. and suddenly the world doesnât seem all that bad.
. . .yeah, sleeping skin-to-skin is an absolute must.
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EEE ! thank you for the tag li shen âăâą *
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DIY DAD WAS SPECTACULAR đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ thank you for sharing this fluff!!! my heart feels very full after reading it
EEE ! thank you so much, iâm so happy à«źê°àŸàœČâ©ÂŽ á” `â©ê±àŸàœČá thatâs so kindâpeople in general have been so very sweet with their comments and notes and reblogs and iâm just (,,>ïč<,,) so so grateful
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gave my number to a cute guy at work today and iâm freaking out about it (and NOT in the good way)
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iâm looking, iâm looking, IM LOOKING, heâs soâgod heâs so cute my mochi đ
They know GOJO SATORU loves mochi, but what they don't know is that he is the Mochi.
Look at him so happy.
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cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.
to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. itâs a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoruâs talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. itâs a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.
he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. heâs so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.
itâs his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are havingâas if satoru wasnât currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.
itâs a custom, by now. a custom thatâs loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yesâa blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when youâre around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.
pick your poison, as one would say.
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ppl who write dark content đ€ people who don't write dark content but know that author's moral code â their writing
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â.àłàż* ââ đđđ-đđđ!
itâs career day, and megumi has to bring his dad to school so he can tell the class about his job. the problem? he only has a 20-year-old sorcerer-guardian who has the brain capacity of a walnut.
content. canon divergence (suguruâs alive and studying to be a kindergarten teacher), possible ooc characters, female!reader.
notes. guys iâm a sucker for satoru who really, really tries and isnât just a goofy man-child à»ê°àŸàœČăŁË -ïœĄê±àŸàœČ১ also ! thank you all for your patience, it took me a while to finish this piece bc of uni, so i'm vv happy it's finally done <3
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âI donât have a dad.âÂ
As cruel as it may be, a part of Megumi hopes that the sentence makes his teacher greatly uncomfortable. Demanding for a father to attend a Career Day at school simply isnât fair to children without oneâor, well, to the child without one. Itâs not his fault his father hauled ass and left, so why is she making this so difficult for him?Â
âOh,â she mumbles. It seems his arrow hit the target, as her eyebrows pull together in a frown and she shifts her weight between her feet. âWell, you, uh, have a male guardian, donât you?â
Megumi grimaces. Instantly, he thinks back to last week. Satoru Gojo, self-proclaimed strongest, had hit his head on a kitchen cabinet. With a dramatic pout and an overexaggerated wobble to his lips, he clung to you for hours. Some affection will make it all better!
Of course, when Megumi criticised his skills surrounding his infinity techniqueâbecause, really, how couldnât it block a simple cabinetâthe sorcerer opted to ignore him. He suspects there was some foul play at hand.Â
âBarely,â he mutters, as the memory resurfaces.Â
His teacher lets out a startled hum. âIâm sorry?â
âNothing,â Megumi says quickly. He watches as she starts typing on her computer, and the realisation that sheâs probably currently taking a look at his file isnât a particularly welcome one. âWhat about my other guardian? Can I bring her, instead?â
âThis event is geared towards fathers,â she explains. Itâs obvious she forgot her reading glasses today, Megumi thinks, as she needs to narrow her eyes to read the screen in front of her. âI have one Satoru Gojo noted down as your male guardian. Surely, he will be able to attend.âÂ
Megumi pauses. He blinks up at her expressionlessly, and fights off the urge to push his teacher down a well. You often preach about being kind to others, and that wouldnât be very kind.Â
âCanât I take my othââ
âIâm afraid not,â she interrupts him before he even gets the sentence out. It irks him. Megumi isnât fond of speaking to begin with, so when he does, heâd prefer not to be cut off halfway through. âAn exception will not be made. Please, make sure to bring Gojo-san to school.âÂ
Megumi briefly, and for the very first time ever, mourns the fact that you and Satoru werenât married. A small part of him calls the man a coward for not asking you to. If heâd simply taken the step, then Megumi would be able to pass you off as Gojo-san. Unfortunately, he canât, and itâs becoming increasingly clear that thereâs no way around this problem.Â
âFine,â he grumbles. It takes all of his remaining willpower to not stomp out of the classroom. Once again, he thinks of you. Itâd be extremely bad manners. He canât find it in himself to wish his teacher a nice day this time, though, and so sheâll have to make due with a slightly less polite Megumi for today.Â
Thereâs nothing he can do about it. Satoru will have to come to the school.Â
Megumi suddenly despises the idea of Career Day.Â
âI need you to come to my school next week.âÂ
Immediately, all chatter around the dining table stops. For once, Megumi finds himself annoyed at the sudden appearance of silence. Before he said it, he knew his words would most likely have such an effectâhe just didnât expect it to be so instant.Â
He tries his best to feign nonchalance, as if the topic thatâs coming up didnât make him feel stressed-out beyond belief. The confused, startled glances you and Satoru share donât do much to help him, either. Perhaps itâs because Megumi is looking straight at him; him instead of you. Yeah, Satoru, he isnât a fan of it, either.Â
âMe?â The man asks then, and Megumi has to resist the urge to say, âno, I meant the snail in the backyardâyes, you,â in the most sarcastic voice he can muster up. Satoru once again steals a look at you, ever so oblivious to Megumi's mental remarks. âDonât you meanââÂ
âI donât,â Megumi cuts him off solemnly. His lips are pursed shut, and he pokes the slices of pork belly in his bowl with his chopsticks. One didnât need to be of particularly high intelligence to notice the boyâs displeasure. âI have to bring a male figure for Career Day.âÂ
Itâs slow, the morphing of Satoruâs face, but it happens gradually and doesnât stop until heâs positively beaming. Megumi doesnât like it one bit. Nothing good happens when he looks like that, and heâs quite sure that all that will spew out of his mouth in a few seconds will be nothing except for pure nonsense.Â
âWell, luckily, I will have the day off, then!â Satoru chimes, with a smile so wide it causes two dimples to appear on his cheeks. You copy his smile, and gently go to poke the little dent in his skinâSatoru lets you, as he always does. Megumi would think of it as cute if he werenât so annoyed. âI will be there.âÂ
It seems he was right. Satoruâs words are pure nonsense.
âI didnât tell you when,â he comments dryly.Â
The sorcerer blinks. His smile is still on his face, but itâs fading, and the dimples do so with it. Your hand hovers halfway in the air, stuck with nothing to poke, and you slowly bring it back down to your side. It seems neither of you had taken time to think about that small factâMegumi blames Satoru for dragging you down with him; him and those indentations in his cheek that you always seem to coo over.Â
âOh,â Satoru mumbles. A crease between his brows forms as his brain hurries to catch up with the newfound information. A few seconds pass, and then the previous bravado returns. âWell, it doesnât matter! I can take the day off. When do you need me? Tell me, and Iâll be there.âÂ
Megumi very much doubts he can take days off all willy-nilly like that, especially after he pushed his workload onto someone else to attend his science fair last time, but then again, what does he know? If Satoru didnât care about the consequences of his actions, then Megumi wasnât about to break his own head doing so, either.Â
âNext Friday,â he mumbles. From the tone of his voice, itâs quite clear that heâd rather be saying anything else. âWe have to leave at eight a.m., please, be on time.â
âSure thing!â Satoru chimes, and with that, Megumi thinks the dreaded conversation has finally come to an end.Â
All in allâit couldâve gone worse. At least Satoru didnât prolong it unnecessarily. Nor did he add a bunch of relentless teasing. He glances at the sorcerer. Satoru is happily munching on the dinner youâd prepared, both his cheeks stuffed full with entirely too much rice. Itâs unbecoming, and a reflection of his poor manners, Megumi thinks, and he doesnât understand how you look at the man with such hearts in your eyes.Â
Though, your more than adequate cooking seems to have saved him from one of Satoruâs onslaughts. Heâs grateful. Even if he doesnât particularly enjoy the sight in front of him.Â
âHey, âtoru?â You ask, breaking the silence with a slight hesitation to your voice. It nearly sounds nervous, and both Megumi and Tsumiki look up in alarm. Satoru hums, still chewing away. âWhat are you going to tell the class?â
Satoru stops eating. His chewing comes to a halt, and his chopsticks freeze in the air. A slice of pork drops from between them, and falls back into his bowlâItâs not hard to see the cogs turning in his head. âUhm, I. . .â He swallows the food still in his mouth, and clears his throat.Â
Right. Itâs Career Dayâbut Satoru canât tell a bunch of seven to eight-year-olds that he hunts and kills grimy, ugly, and freakishly scary curses for a living, now, can he? Megumi doesnât think that would go over well with the other parents. The boy sighs. Itâs just one thing after another. He grimly believes the world might just be out to get him.Â
âI. . .Oh! I can tell them Iâm a teacher,â his guardian scrambles for a solution, and Megumi canât help but think itâs a little lack-lustre. Who would believe that guy is a teacher, anyway? Then again. . .Megumi doesnât know a better fix for their current problem, either. He was so focused on the fact that it was Satoru that had to come to the school, he all but forgot about the fact that the dear thorn-in-his-side didnât possess a normal job. âSuguru has told me a thing or two about his internship. I can take inspiration from there.â
Ah, yes. The famed Suguru Geto. Megumi has met him before. He hasnât actually spoken to him, however. The man often visits, and has twin girls clinging to him when he does, and while Tsumiki seems to really like himâand themâMegumi doesnât have an interest in seeking out some form of interaction, yet. Whenever he comes over, Megumi opts to hide in his room. Suguru never tries to disturb him, nor does he try to coax him into coming out. Heâs very grateful for it.Â
So, despite never speaking to him, Megumi knows about Suguru. Well, he knows enough. He knows Suguru went to school with the two of you, and he knows something really, very bad (nearly) happened that caused the man to take a step back from the world you all live in. What exactly happened (or what didnât happen), Megumi doesnât know for sure. You and Satoru almost never speak about it, and when you do, itâs in hushed voicesâand you always stop immediately when he enters the room.Â
But thatâs okay. He doesnât need to know. Suguru doesnât force himself upon Megumi, and so he will extend him the same courtesy.Â
âI thought Geto-san wasnât a teacher, yet?â Tsumiki speaks up from beside him, tilting her head to the side in confusion. âMimi and Nana said heâs still learning. How can he be teaching, already?âÂ
âHeâs not a teacher, yet, munchkin, well spotted,â Satoru answers with a proud grin. The nickname annoys Megumiâthe feeling of irritation has been conditioned into his very being after Satoru chose it as the designated nickname for both of them. âAn internship helps him build experience in the field. It means he is still learning, but he will do so while teaching.â
Tsumiki nods in understanding, her mouth opens and her lips curl into a small âahâ as the information settles in. âSo, you will pretend to be a teacher, then? At Megumiâs school?â
Satoru bites on his bottom lip, seemingly deep in thought. Seeminglyâas Megumi is quite convinced he doesnât ever think before he speaks. âI think so, yes,â he explains, and unknowingly retorates Megumiâs train of thoughts. How annoying. Satoru looks towards you for approval; itâs something he does very often. âItâs probably the safest route, no?â
âItâs our best option,â you say, and bring a thumb up to the corner of Satoruâs mouth. Gently, you wipe away a grain of rice stuck to his skin. Itâs effortless, and nearly automated. Megumi wonders how many times youâve had to do that. âPretending to be a teacher shouldnât be too difficult a task. Right, mochi?â
âRight,â Satoru echoes. His eyes track your every move, and the slight, pink colouring of his cheeks doesnât seem to embarrass him even a little bit. Megumi thinks it should. Have some decorum. âI can do it, no problem.âÂ
âAlright then,â you say, and smile. First at Satoru, and then at Megumi. You look at the boy for a few seconds; youâre about to ask him if heâs okay with it. He knows you are, because you always do. âIs that okay for you, Megumi?â Itâs like clockwork, almost.Â
Megumi feels the need to answer with something snarky. Something akin to the sound of âWhat choice do I have?â but he doesnâtâbecause youâre being kind, and you donât deserve such a response. So, instead he turns towards Satoru.
â. . .Just donât mess it up.âÂ
Satoru delivers a whole spiel about how âheâd never do thatâ and that heâs âmore than capableâ of telling a little white lie, but Megumi dilutes it to background noise rather quickly. He continues sputtering his nonsense when Megumi and Tsumiki stand up to clear the table, and still hasnât stopped even when you and him start loading the dishwasher togetherâMegumi chooses to seek reprieve in his room while heâs distracted.Â
It isnât until many hours later, when Megumi leaves the sanctuary of his room to swipe a quick snack from the kitchen, that he first hears Satoru speak about something other than his great, and very much sufficient, âcapabilitiesâ. Your voices are muffled, and Megumi has to focus to make out your words. His soft, inaudible padding down the illuminated hallways comes to a halt. As if that would make his ears function better.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this, Satoru?â
The boy frowns. With such gentleness in your voice, itâs hard to identify the worry lingering beneath the surface. Megumi moves a bit closer. He stops one step shy of bumping into the wooden surface, and peeks through the groove. The door is ajarâitâs something that allows him to watch how your eyes follow Satoruâs large frame as he paces around the room. Itâs strange. Seeing him so. . .frazzled.Â
Satoru nods. âI can do this, I know I can,â he says, and quits his pacing to look at you. Megumi canât see his face, but he can see yours. He might as well not have, though, as he canât make out the emotion that fills your eyes. Itâs not one he himself has in his repertoire, that he knows for sure. âHe never asks me for anything, princess. I have to do this right.âÂ
Ah, this isnât a conversation Megumi is meant to hear. He should probably seize his eavesdropping, he thinks, and winces a little when he properly analyses Satoruâs words. Theyâre truthful. Megumi doesnât go to him when he needs something. His first thought is to go to youâand his second, Tsumiki. And if heâs being honest anyway, his third thought very likely isnât Satoru, either; Heâd try to solve it on his own if it came down to it. Megumi frowns again. He doesnât like how that realisation makes him feel.Â
A careful shuffle of footsteps breaks him free from his thoughts. Megumi looks up, and catches how you place a hand on Satoruâs cheek. âIâm sure youâll do great, baby,â you mumble. Thereâs a small, soft smile on your lips, one that quickly makes way for the peck Satoru places upon them.Â
âThank you,â Satoru whispers. One of his hands reaches for yours, and Megumi suddenly feels as if heâs intruding on something when the man brings them up to his lips to press a tender kiss to them. Okay, no, definitely intrudingâew.Â
The boy scrunches his nose up in disgust, and hurriedly darts back towards his room. Suddenly, he has lost his appetite for a late-evening snack. Megumi lets out a deep sigh once heâs all tucked into his sheets again. Perhaps giving Satoru a shot wouldnât be that big of a problem. Just one, though.
. . .Yeah, just one should be enough.
Itâs the final, conclusive thought Megumi has before dozing off to sleep. Blissfully unaware of the conversation you and Satoru shareânow behind a very closed door.
You stifle a giggle. The disappearance of Megumiâs presence outside your bedroom was quick and rampant as soon as Satoru started to kiss your hands. Something the sorcerer did very deliberately. Itâs as if the boy suddenly forgot about the very special, very effective pair of eyes his guardian possesses. And with a cursed energy output such as Megumiâs, it would be hard not to recognise his presence.
âYou did that on purpose,â you comment. âHow cruel of you, mochi.â
Satoru hums, and kisses the inside of your wrist. âMaybe, the little brat shouldnât eavesdrop, then,â he defends himself. There isnât an inkling of guilt to be seen on his pretty face.
. . .Though, both of you still take some extra care to shut the door next time.
Megumi faithfully believes that, as of today, he has used-up all of his luck for the next five, no, ten years. It can only go downhill from here. For some inexplicable, mind-boggling reasonâSatoru is actually pulling this off. Thatâs not all; heâs not merely winging it, heâs genuinely doing well. The boy canât quite believe his eyes.
When heâd walked to the front with such an overexaggerated pep in his step, and an overabundance of bravado rolling off of him in wavesâMegumi couldnât help but watch on with a grim look, and a healthy dose of negative thoughts. It only amplified the nerves heâd collected so far during the walk to school. Somehow, watching Satoru give your flashcards a frantic do-over did very little to ease his bubbling anxiety.
There were many of them, flashcards that is. All possible questions his peers or his teacher could ever think of are written on those little pieces of cardboard. Courtesy of you, and your boyfriend. Megumiâs able to recall all those nights the two of you spend at the kitchen tableâpractising. He thought it was silly at the time.
But, as it turns out, it works.
Satoru is fun. To other people; Megumi doesnât share the sentiment. Against all odds, heâs dynamic, and speaks with conviction. His flamboyant hand gestures have others think of them as amusingâcaptivating, even. Satoru is talking, and theyâre all hanging onto his every word. No matter the fact that theyâre all cleverly disguised lies.
Megumi canât wrap his head around it. He doesnât need to, however. If anything, heâs relieved that his peers think of his guardian as cool. While he certainly does not share the opinion, he isnât too dense to admit that such a belief will save him a lot of embarrassment in the future. So, for this one, single day, he will let Satoru Gojo be cool. His snarky comments can resume tomorrow.
âAh, it seems you have a deep love for your profession, Gojo-san,â his teacher says. She interrupts Satoruâs rant, and catches his attention as well as Megumiâs. Her voice is light and airy, and carries nothing that should cause him to fear the worst. Still, the boy feels on edge. âThough, I donât remember the grade you are teaching. Could you tell us, again?â
Ah, and there it goes. The very first card in the elaborately built castle of lies.
Satoru pauses. A second passes, and then two, and three, and so on. He doesnât speak for a good thirty, and Megumi can nearly see his mind leaf through his beloved flashcardsâflashcards that are now neatly tucked into his pockets and entirely out of reach. Thatâs good. Because the absolute last thing Satoru should do now, is resort back to the flashcards.
Megumi shakes his head no as a signal.
âAh,â Satoru says. âI teach kindergarten.â
Satoru didnât catch the hint. Megumi wishes the ground would swallow him up. It would have been the correct answerâit is the answer thatâs written on the flashcardsâif Satoru hadnât decided to go off route. Getting too caught up in the story heâd been free-writing, and allowing himself to get carried away by the looks of awe is resulting in his downfall, which, consecutively, will end with Megumiâs downfall, as well.
âHuh? But! What about the science experiment that exploded?â One of the children in his class whines. âI didnât get to do that in kindergarten!â
âAnd the backflip you taught your students!â
âWhat about the first prize in the talent show? I thought your students were famous!â
The little bit of colour that normally resides in Satoruâs face steadily disappears, and he clenches his fist at his side. Ah, itâs great to know heâs at least aware of his mistake. That wonât help either of them at the moment, though. Megumiâs eyebrows furrow, and a feeling of distress overtakes him. It shows on his face. He doesnât exactly go through the trouble of trying to hide itâthere are bigger problems right now.
How utterly humiliating to be caught lying.
Satoruâs eyes find him. Theyâre just as troubled as his own. It worsens his anxiety.
âOh, uhm, you see. . .â Satoru stammers, and Megumiâs stomach churns when the children around them continue to ask more and more questions. The wince his guardian lets out does little to soothe him. Megumi sighs, and looks at the ground. âAh, I see. It seems you guys saw right through me.â
Megumi slides down in his seat. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, the ground would absorb him. Itâs currently looking like a preferable fate.
â. . .Iâm actually a detective.â
Oh, Jesus Christ.
âAnd. . .And for a detective, itâs very important to listen to what people say, because they could be lying!â
Itâs a sad, pathetic excuse for a save. Megumi briefly ponders the distance between his seat and the door. Perhaps he could make a run for it. The subway station is very close byâgetting on and travelling to an entirely new city to start a new life doesnât seem like such a bad option. He sighs. No, thatâs not possible. You and Tsumiki would be very worried. What else is there to do, though?
âYou all picked up on my lie, which tells me every single one of you could make a great detective in the future.â
Megumi thinks Satoru might have some underlying mental problems. Though, they canât possibly be as severe as the problems his classmates haveâfor they all believe the nonsense heâs giving them. Bright eyes, filled with hope and admiration, stare up at the man at the front of the class; impressed hums and entertained smiles get passed between the parents standing at the edge of the room. And Satoru, well, he seems entirely too proud of the fact that he made a bunch of children think theyâre destined for a career in law enforcement. But, be that as it may, it works.
The children stir up unrestâthe good kind this time, the kind that vocalises their excitementâand all rush to ask the detective a question. But, before they can even open their mouths, Satoru claps his hands together. It seems he has decided enough is enough, and itâs one of those very rare moments where Megumi agrees with him. The boy needs this to be over already.
âAlright, thatâs it for today,â Satoru says, and feigns disappointment. He pretends to be affected by the sad groans of the childrenâkeyword being pretend, as to the trained eye itâs quite clear that he wishes to leave. âIâm not allowed to tell you more.â
Ah, see, now thatâs a good card.
âWait, but, what about. . .â
âAh, sorry, thatâs confidential. Detective stuff, yâknow?â
Confidential. Megumi thinks that might just be his new favourite word. The lingering feeling of anxiety slowly starts to subside with every step Satoru takes towards the back of the roomâto the back, and away from the spotlight. His eyes follow the manâs large frame, but Satoru never chooses to look at him in return. His line of sight is firmly focused on the floor. It confuses Megumi, but he chalks it up to a mere whim.
All things considered (and minus the near cardiac arrest he went through), today went pretty well, after all. Much to his surprise.
Perhaps Megumi doesnât hate Career Day. A strong dislike is more like it.
Megumi canât count the times he wished for Satoru to be quiet. The exact number is much like the digits of Piâhuge, and absolutely never-ending. He can, however, count the times he didnât wish for him to be quiet. As of today, that stands at a very solid one.
The birds around them chirp, and the bustle of other people is heard all around themâbut theyâre the only sounds gracing his ears. There is none of Satoruâs incessant chatter, nor is there even a glimmer of gloating about a job well-done. Itâs eerily silent, and Megumi isnât sure what to make of it. This isnât quite how he imagined the walk home to go. Far from it, if heâs being honest.
âWhatâs up with you?â
Itâs possibly the first time Megumi decides to break the silence, ever. The boy frowns, and fiddles with the straps of his backpack. There isnât a middle-ground with Satoru, he has found out. Either he speaks entirely too much, or unnervingly little. Thereâs a tiny pebble in his path, and Megumi feels the need to kick it forwardâso he does.
âI kind of messed up there, huh?â
The kick doesnât have nearly enough force to it. Megumi watches as the little rock skips forward. Once, twice, and then it comes to a standstill again. âYeah, kind of,â he agrees.
âIâm sorry,â Satoru rushes out. Itâs said so fast, as if it physically pains him to say it. Perhaps it does. Itâs sincere, however. There isnât even a hint of a joke to be found. Something must be bothering him. âIt didnât go how I wanted it to go, and I donât know why I went astray, and forgot about the cards. Itâwell, it was pretty stupid.â
Megumi doesnât exactly feel the need to deny it.
âSo, I get it, okay?â He continues, seeing the boyâs silence as an empty space for more conversationâmore rambling. Since thatâs what it is; rambles, plain and simple. Megumi doesnât see the need for such a fuss. âI shouldnât have strayed from the plan, and. . .â
âItâs fine.â
Satoru blinks at him. âWhat?â
âI said itâs fine,â Megumi repeats. Because it really is fine. Admittedly, it wasnât smart of Satoru to all but discard your carefully planned presentation, but it ended well enough regardless. No harm, no foul. âThank you for coming.â
That small, short sentence is enough to stop Satoru in his tracks. Megumi doesnât, however. The man is very tall, heâs sure to catch up in a jiffy; he doesnât need him to wait. Thereâs another small silence, though this one feels a lot more comfortable than the last. Satoru takes his time to process, and Megumi lets him.
âWâWhat?â The sorcerer stammers in shock. There is no need for Megumi to turn around and seeâhe can hear the smile curling onto his lips. âDid you just. . .â
âI wonât say it again,â Megumi grumbles definitively, and picks up his pace. The very tips of his ears heat up, and the apples of his cheeks turn red. The feeling of embarrassment. This wasnât exactly how heâd envisioned it to appear when the day started.
Satoru attempts to run after him, to catch up. âMegumi!â He calls out, the very prominent, very familiar whiney lilt now back in his voice. Megumi didnât miss it. âWait for me, I didnât hear you! Could you repeat that?â
âYes, you did!â Megumi says, and throws him an annoyed glance from over his shoulder. He tightens his hold on the straps of his backpack. âStop lying.â
âNuh uh!â
âWhat are you? Six?â
Satoruâs toothy grin is infuriating. Butâitâs familiar. And Megumi discovers heâs much more at ease when that grin is on display, than when the man in question is moping around. Itâs a lot less alarming.
âAnd a half,â Satoru adds.
The scowl thatâs on Megumiâs face appears almost instantly when he goes to ruffle his hair. For a man whose technique largely surrounds being untouchable, he has a surprising lack of awareness concerning this thing called personal space.
âUgh,â Megumi groans, and pushes him off. It doesnât work. Satoru gravitates towards him againâalmost as if heâs a magnet. He doesnât attempt to move a second time. In moments like these, itâs best to let Satoru get it all out of his system. âYouâre so stupid.â
Itâs true. He does think Satoru is stupid, but he canât deny itâSatoru tried his very best today, and in the days prior. Which makes him one of the very small, barely existent group of people who have done so for him.
It seems one shot was enough, after all.
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cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.
to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. itâs a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoruâs talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. itâs a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.
he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. heâs so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.
itâs his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are havingâas if satoru wasnât currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.
itâs a custom, by now. a custom thatâs loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yesâa blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when youâre around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.
pick your poison, as one would say.
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i will never be able to relate to the âoh, well, weâre almost there now, so might as well go!â or âoh, itâs almost over, we can stay âtill the endâ people. whether itâs 10 minutes or 5 minutes or even 10 seconds until the end, i WILL go home
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itâs career day, and megumi has to bring his dad to school so he can tell the class about his job. the problem? he only has a 20-year-old sorcerer-guardian who has the brain capacity of a walnut.
content. canon divergence (suguruâs alive and studying to be a kindergarten teacher), possible ooc characters, female!reader.
notes. guys iâm a sucker for satoru who really, really tries and isnât just a goofy man-child à»ê°àŸàœČăŁË -ïœĄê±àŸàœČ১ also ! thank you all for your patience, it took me a while to finish this piece bc of uni, so i'm vv happy it's finally done <3
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âI donât have a dad.âÂ
As cruel as it may be, a part of Megumi hopes that the sentence makes his teacher greatly uncomfortable. Demanding for a father to attend a Career Day at school simply isnât fair to children without oneâor, well, to the child without one. Itâs not his fault his father hauled ass and left, so why is she making this so difficult for him?Â
âOh,â she mumbles. It seems his arrow hit the target, as her eyebrows pull together in a frown and she shifts her weight between her feet. âWell, you, uh, have a male guardian, donât you?â
Megumi grimaces. Instantly, he thinks back to last week. Satoru Gojo, self-proclaimed strongest, had hit his head on a kitchen cabinet. With a dramatic pout and an overexaggerated wobble to his lips, he clung to you for hours. Some affection will make it all better!
Of course, when Megumi criticised his skills surrounding his infinity techniqueâbecause, really, how couldnât it block a simple cabinetâthe sorcerer opted to ignore him. He suspects there was some foul play at hand.Â
âBarely,â he mutters, as the memory resurfaces.Â
His teacher lets out a startled hum. âIâm sorry?â
âNothing,â Megumi says quickly. He watches as she starts typing on her computer, and the realisation that sheâs probably currently taking a look at his file isnât a particularly welcome one. âWhat about my other guardian? Can I bring her, instead?â
âThis event is geared towards fathers,â she explains. Itâs obvious she forgot her reading glasses today, Megumi thinks, as she needs to narrow her eyes to read the screen in front of her. âI have one Satoru Gojo noted down as your male guardian. Surely, he will be able to attend.âÂ
Megumi pauses. He blinks up at her expressionlessly, and fights off the urge to push his teacher down a well. You often preach about being kind to others, and that wouldnât be very kind.Â
âCanât I take my othââ
âIâm afraid not,â she interrupts him before he even gets the sentence out. It irks him. Megumi isnât fond of speaking to begin with, so when he does, heâd prefer not to be cut off halfway through. âAn exception will not be made. Please, make sure to bring Gojo-san to school.âÂ
Megumi briefly, and for the very first time ever, mourns the fact that you and Satoru werenât married. A small part of him calls the man a coward for not asking you to. If heâd simply taken the step, then Megumi would be able to pass you off as Gojo-san. Unfortunately, he canât, and itâs becoming increasingly clear that thereâs no way around this problem.Â
âFine,â he grumbles. It takes all of his remaining willpower to not stomp out of the classroom. Once again, he thinks of you. Itâd be extremely bad manners. He canât find it in himself to wish his teacher a nice day this time, though, and so sheâll have to make due with a slightly less polite Megumi for today.Â
Thereâs nothing he can do about it. Satoru will have to come to the school.Â
Megumi suddenly despises the idea of Career Day.Â
âI need you to come to my school next week.âÂ
Immediately, all chatter around the dining table stops. For once, Megumi finds himself annoyed at the sudden appearance of silence. Before he said it, he knew his words would most likely have such an effectâhe just didnât expect it to be so instant.Â
He tries his best to feign nonchalance, as if the topic thatâs coming up didnât make him feel stressed-out beyond belief. The confused, startled glances you and Satoru share donât do much to help him, either. Perhaps itâs because Megumi is looking straight at him; him instead of you. Yeah, Satoru, he isnât a fan of it, either.Â
âMe?â The man asks then, and Megumi has to resist the urge to say, âno, I meant the snail in the backyardâyes, you,â in the most sarcastic voice he can muster up. Satoru once again steals a look at you, ever so oblivious to Megumi's mental remarks. âDonât you meanââÂ
âI donât,â Megumi cuts him off solemnly. His lips are pursed shut, and he pokes the slices of pork belly in his bowl with his chopsticks. One didnât need to be of particularly high intelligence to notice the boyâs displeasure. âI have to bring a male figure for Career Day.âÂ
Itâs slow, the morphing of Satoruâs face, but it happens gradually and doesnât stop until heâs positively beaming. Megumi doesnât like it one bit. Nothing good happens when he looks like that, and heâs quite sure that all that will spew out of his mouth in a few seconds will be nothing except for pure nonsense.Â
âWell, luckily, I will have the day off, then!â Satoru chimes, with a smile so wide it causes two dimples to appear on his cheeks. You copy his smile, and gently go to poke the little dent in his skinâSatoru lets you, as he always does. Megumi would think of it as cute if he werenât so annoyed. âI will be there.âÂ
It seems he was right. Satoruâs words are pure nonsense.
âI didnât tell you when,â he comments dryly.Â
The sorcerer blinks. His smile is still on his face, but itâs fading, and the dimples do so with it. Your hand hovers halfway in the air, stuck with nothing to poke, and you slowly bring it back down to your side. It seems neither of you had taken time to think about that small factâMegumi blames Satoru for dragging you down with him; him and those indentations in his cheek that you always seem to coo over.Â
âOh,â Satoru mumbles. A crease between his brows forms as his brain hurries to catch up with the newfound information. A few seconds pass, and then the previous bravado returns. âWell, it doesnât matter! I can take the day off. When do you need me? Tell me, and Iâll be there.âÂ
Megumi very much doubts he can take days off all willy-nilly like that, especially after he pushed his workload onto someone else to attend his science fair last time, but then again, what does he know? If Satoru didnât care about the consequences of his actions, then Megumi wasnât about to break his own head doing so, either.Â
âNext Friday,â he mumbles. From the tone of his voice, itâs quite clear that heâd rather be saying anything else. âWe have to leave at eight a.m., please, be on time.â
âSure thing!â Satoru chimes, and with that, Megumi thinks the dreaded conversation has finally come to an end.Â
All in allâit couldâve gone worse. At least Satoru didnât prolong it unnecessarily. Nor did he add a bunch of relentless teasing. He glances at the sorcerer. Satoru is happily munching on the dinner youâd prepared, both his cheeks stuffed full with entirely too much rice. Itâs unbecoming, and a reflection of his poor manners, Megumi thinks, and he doesnât understand how you look at the man with such hearts in your eyes.Â
Though, your more than adequate cooking seems to have saved him from one of Satoruâs onslaughts. Heâs grateful. Even if he doesnât particularly enjoy the sight in front of him.Â
âHey, âtoru?â You ask, breaking the silence with a slight hesitation to your voice. It nearly sounds nervous, and both Megumi and Tsumiki look up in alarm. Satoru hums, still chewing away. âWhat are you going to tell the class?â
Satoru stops eating. His chewing comes to a halt, and his chopsticks freeze in the air. A slice of pork drops from between them, and falls back into his bowlâItâs not hard to see the cogs turning in his head. âUhm, I. . .â He swallows the food still in his mouth, and clears his throat.Â
Right. Itâs Career Dayâbut Satoru canât tell a bunch of seven to eight-year-olds that he hunts and kills grimy, ugly, and freakishly scary curses for a living, now, can he? Megumi doesnât think that would go over well with the other parents. The boy sighs. Itâs just one thing after another. He grimly believes the world might just be out to get him.Â
âI. . .Oh! I can tell them Iâm a teacher,â his guardian scrambles for a solution, and Megumi canât help but think itâs a little lack-lustre. Who would believe that guy is a teacher, anyway? Then again. . .Megumi doesnât know a better fix for their current problem, either. He was so focused on the fact that it was Satoru that had to come to the school, he all but forgot about the fact that the dear thorn-in-his-side didnât possess a normal job. âSuguru has told me a thing or two about his internship. I can take inspiration from there.â
Ah, yes. The famed Suguru Geto. Megumi has met him before. He hasnât actually spoken to him, however. The man often visits, and has twin girls clinging to him when he does, and while Tsumiki seems to really like himâand themâMegumi doesnât have an interest in seeking out some form of interaction, yet. Whenever he comes over, Megumi opts to hide in his room. Suguru never tries to disturb him, nor does he try to coax him into coming out. Heâs very grateful for it.Â
So, despite never speaking to him, Megumi knows about Suguru. Well, he knows enough. He knows Suguru went to school with the two of you, and he knows something really, very bad (nearly) happened that caused the man to take a step back from the world you all live in. What exactly happened (or what didnât happen), Megumi doesnât know for sure. You and Satoru almost never speak about it, and when you do, itâs in hushed voicesâand you always stop immediately when he enters the room.Â
But thatâs okay. He doesnât need to know. Suguru doesnât force himself upon Megumi, and so he will extend him the same courtesy.Â
âI thought Geto-san wasnât a teacher, yet?â Tsumiki speaks up from beside him, tilting her head to the side in confusion. âMimi and Nana said heâs still learning. How can he be teaching, already?âÂ
âHeâs not a teacher, yet, munchkin, well spotted,â Satoru answers with a proud grin. The nickname annoys Megumiâthe feeling of irritation has been conditioned into his very being after Satoru chose it as the designated nickname for both of them. âAn internship helps him build experience in the field. It means he is still learning, but he will do so while teaching.â
Tsumiki nods in understanding, her mouth opens and her lips curl into a small âahâ as the information settles in. âSo, you will pretend to be a teacher, then? At Megumiâs school?â
Satoru bites on his bottom lip, seemingly deep in thought. Seeminglyâas Megumi is quite convinced he doesnât ever think before he speaks. âI think so, yes,â he explains, and unknowingly retorates Megumiâs train of thoughts. How annoying. Satoru looks towards you for approval; itâs something he does very often. âItâs probably the safest route, no?â
âItâs our best option,â you say, and bring a thumb up to the corner of Satoruâs mouth. Gently, you wipe away a grain of rice stuck to his skin. Itâs effortless, and nearly automated. Megumi wonders how many times youâve had to do that. âPretending to be a teacher shouldnât be too difficult a task. Right, mochi?â
âRight,â Satoru echoes. His eyes track your every move, and the slight, pink colouring of his cheeks doesnât seem to embarrass him even a little bit. Megumi thinks it should. Have some decorum. âI can do it, no problem.âÂ
âAlright then,â you say, and smile. First at Satoru, and then at Megumi. You look at the boy for a few seconds; youâre about to ask him if heâs okay with it. He knows you are, because you always do. âIs that okay for you, Megumi?â Itâs like clockwork, almost.Â
Megumi feels the need to answer with something snarky. Something akin to the sound of âWhat choice do I have?â but he doesnâtâbecause youâre being kind, and you donât deserve such a response. So, instead he turns towards Satoru.
â. . .Just donât mess it up.âÂ
Satoru delivers a whole spiel about how âheâd never do thatâ and that heâs âmore than capableâ of telling a little white lie, but Megumi dilutes it to background noise rather quickly. He continues sputtering his nonsense when Megumi and Tsumiki stand up to clear the table, and still hasnât stopped even when you and him start loading the dishwasher togetherâMegumi chooses to seek reprieve in his room while heâs distracted.Â
It isnât until many hours later, when Megumi leaves the sanctuary of his room to swipe a quick snack from the kitchen, that he first hears Satoru speak about something other than his great, and very much sufficient, âcapabilitiesâ. Your voices are muffled, and Megumi has to focus to make out your words. His soft, inaudible padding down the illuminated hallways comes to a halt. As if that would make his ears function better.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this, Satoru?â
The boy frowns. With such gentleness in your voice, itâs hard to identify the worry lingering beneath the surface. Megumi moves a bit closer. He stops one step shy of bumping into the wooden surface, and peeks through the groove. The door is ajarâitâs something that allows him to watch how your eyes follow Satoruâs large frame as he paces around the room. Itâs strange. Seeing him so. . .frazzled.Â
Satoru nods. âI can do this, I know I can,â he says, and quits his pacing to look at you. Megumi canât see his face, but he can see yours. He might as well not have, though, as he canât make out the emotion that fills your eyes. Itâs not one he himself has in his repertoire, that he knows for sure. âHe never asks me for anything, princess. I have to do this right.âÂ
Ah, this isnât a conversation Megumi is meant to hear. He should probably seize his eavesdropping, he thinks, and winces a little when he properly analyses Satoruâs words. Theyâre truthful. Megumi doesnât go to him when he needs something. His first thought is to go to youâand his second, Tsumiki. And if heâs being honest anyway, his third thought very likely isnât Satoru, either; Heâd try to solve it on his own if it came down to it. Megumi frowns again. He doesnât like how that realisation makes him feel.Â
A careful shuffle of footsteps breaks him free from his thoughts. Megumi looks up, and catches how you place a hand on Satoruâs cheek. âIâm sure youâll do great, baby,â you mumble. Thereâs a small, soft smile on your lips, one that quickly makes way for the peck Satoru places upon them.Â
âThank you,â Satoru whispers. One of his hands reaches for yours, and Megumi suddenly feels as if heâs intruding on something when the man brings them up to his lips to press a tender kiss to them. Okay, no, definitely intrudingâew.Â
The boy scrunches his nose up in disgust, and hurriedly darts back towards his room. Suddenly, he has lost his appetite for a late-evening snack. Megumi lets out a deep sigh once heâs all tucked into his sheets again. Perhaps giving Satoru a shot wouldnât be that big of a problem. Just one, though.
. . .Yeah, just one should be enough.
Itâs the final, conclusive thought Megumi has before dozing off to sleep. Blissfully unaware of the conversation you and Satoru shareânow behind a very closed door.
You stifle a giggle. The disappearance of Megumiâs presence outside your bedroom was quick and rampant as soon as Satoru started to kiss your hands. Something the sorcerer did very deliberately. Itâs as if the boy suddenly forgot about the very special, very effective pair of eyes his guardian possesses. And with a cursed energy output such as Megumiâs, it would be hard not to recognise his presence.
âYou did that on purpose,â you comment. âHow cruel of you, mochi.â
Satoru hums, and kisses the inside of your wrist. âMaybe, the little brat shouldnât eavesdrop, then,â he defends himself. There isnât an inkling of guilt to be seen on his pretty face.
. . .Though, both of you still take some extra care to shut the door next time.
Megumi faithfully believes that, as of today, he has used-up all of his luck for the next five, no, ten years. It can only go downhill from here. For some inexplicable, mind-boggling reasonâSatoru is actually pulling this off. Thatâs not all; heâs not merely winging it, heâs genuinely doing well. The boy canât quite believe his eyes.
When heâd walked to the front with such an overexaggerated pep in his step, and an overabundance of bravado rolling off of him in wavesâMegumi couldnât help but watch on with a grim look, and a healthy dose of negative thoughts. It only amplified the nerves heâd collected so far during the walk to school. Somehow, watching Satoru give your flashcards a frantic do-over did very little to ease his bubbling anxiety.
There were many of them, flashcards that is. All possible questions his peers or his teacher could ever think of are written on those little pieces of cardboard. Courtesy of you, and your boyfriend. Megumiâs able to recall all those nights the two of you spend at the kitchen tableâpractising. He thought it was silly at the time.
But, as it turns out, it works.
Satoru is fun. To other people; Megumi doesnât share the sentiment. Against all odds, heâs dynamic, and speaks with conviction. His flamboyant hand gestures have others think of them as amusingâcaptivating, even. Satoru is talking, and theyâre all hanging onto his every word. No matter the fact that theyâre all cleverly disguised lies.
Megumi canât wrap his head around it. He doesnât need to, however. If anything, heâs relieved that his peers think of his guardian as cool. While he certainly does not share the opinion, he isnât too dense to admit that such a belief will save him a lot of embarrassment in the future. So, for this one, single day, he will let Satoru Gojo be cool. His snarky comments can resume tomorrow.
âAh, it seems you have a deep love for your profession, Gojo-san,â his teacher says. She interrupts Satoruâs rant, and catches his attention as well as Megumiâs. Her voice is light and airy, and carries nothing that should cause him to fear the worst. Still, the boy feels on edge. âThough, I donât remember the grade you are teaching. Could you tell us, again?â
Ah, and there it goes. The very first card in the elaborately built castle of lies.
Satoru pauses. A second passes, and then two, and three, and so on. He doesnât speak for a good thirty, and Megumi can nearly see his mind leaf through his beloved flashcardsâflashcards that are now neatly tucked into his pockets and entirely out of reach. Thatâs good. Because the absolute last thing Satoru should do now, is resort back to the flashcards.
Megumi shakes his head no as a signal.
âAh,â Satoru says. âI teach kindergarten.â
Satoru didnât catch the hint. Megumi wishes the ground would swallow him up. It would have been the correct answerâit is the answer thatâs written on the flashcardsâif Satoru hadnât decided to go off route. Getting too caught up in the story heâd been free-writing, and allowing himself to get carried away by the looks of awe is resulting in his downfall, which, consecutively, will end with Megumiâs downfall, as well.
âHuh? But! What about the science experiment that exploded?â One of the children in his class whines. âI didnât get to do that in kindergarten!â
âAnd the backflip you taught your students!â
âWhat about the first prize in the talent show? I thought your students were famous!â
The little bit of colour that normally resides in Satoruâs face steadily disappears, and he clenches his fist at his side. Ah, itâs great to know heâs at least aware of his mistake. That wonât help either of them at the moment, though. Megumiâs eyebrows furrow, and a feeling of distress overtakes him. It shows on his face. He doesnât exactly go through the trouble of trying to hide itâthere are bigger problems right now.
How utterly humiliating to be caught lying.
Satoruâs eyes find him. Theyâre just as troubled as his own. It worsens his anxiety.
âOh, uhm, you see. . .â Satoru stammers, and Megumiâs stomach churns when the children around them continue to ask more and more questions. The wince his guardian lets out does little to soothe him. Megumi sighs, and looks at the ground. âAh, I see. It seems you guys saw right through me.â
Megumi slides down in his seat. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, the ground would absorb him. Itâs currently looking like a preferable fate.
â. . .Iâm actually a detective.â
Oh, Jesus Christ.
âAnd. . .And for a detective, itâs very important to listen to what people say, because they could be lying!â
Itâs a sad, pathetic excuse for a save. Megumi briefly ponders the distance between his seat and the door. Perhaps he could make a run for it. The subway station is very close byâgetting on and travelling to an entirely new city to start a new life doesnât seem like such a bad option. He sighs. No, thatâs not possible. You and Tsumiki would be very worried. What else is there to do, though?
âYou all picked up on my lie, which tells me every single one of you could make a great detective in the future.â
Megumi thinks Satoru might have some underlying mental problems. Though, they canât possibly be as severe as the problems his classmates haveâfor they all believe the nonsense heâs giving them. Bright eyes, filled with hope and admiration, stare up at the man at the front of the class; impressed hums and entertained smiles get passed between the parents standing at the edge of the room. And Satoru, well, he seems entirely too proud of the fact that he made a bunch of children think theyâre destined for a career in law enforcement. But, be that as it may, it works.
The children stir up unrestâthe good kind this time, the kind that vocalises their excitementâand all rush to ask the detective a question. But, before they can even open their mouths, Satoru claps his hands together. It seems he has decided enough is enough, and itâs one of those very rare moments where Megumi agrees with him. The boy needs this to be over already.
âAlright, thatâs it for today,â Satoru says, and feigns disappointment. He pretends to be affected by the sad groans of the childrenâkeyword being pretend, as to the trained eye itâs quite clear that he wishes to leave. âIâm not allowed to tell you more.â
Ah, see, now thatâs a good card.
âWait, but, what about. . .â
âAh, sorry, thatâs confidential. Detective stuff, yâknow?â
Confidential. Megumi thinks that might just be his new favourite word. The lingering feeling of anxiety slowly starts to subside with every step Satoru takes towards the back of the roomâto the back, and away from the spotlight. His eyes follow the manâs large frame, but Satoru never chooses to look at him in return. His line of sight is firmly focused on the floor. It confuses Megumi, but he chalks it up to a mere whim.
All things considered (and minus the near cardiac arrest he went through), today went pretty well, after all. Much to his surprise.
Perhaps Megumi doesnât hate Career Day. A strong dislike is more like it.
Megumi canât count the times he wished for Satoru to be quiet. The exact number is much like the digits of Piâhuge, and absolutely never-ending. He can, however, count the times he didnât wish for him to be quiet. As of today, that stands at a very solid one.
The birds around them chirp, and the bustle of other people is heard all around themâbut theyâre the only sounds gracing his ears. There is none of Satoruâs incessant chatter, nor is there even a glimmer of gloating about a job well-done. Itâs eerily silent, and Megumi isnât sure what to make of it. This isnât quite how he imagined the walk home to go. Far from it, if heâs being honest.
âWhatâs up with you?â
Itâs possibly the first time Megumi decides to break the silence, ever. The boy frowns, and fiddles with the straps of his backpack. There isnât a middle-ground with Satoru, he has found out. Either he speaks entirely too much, or unnervingly little. Thereâs a tiny pebble in his path, and Megumi feels the need to kick it forwardâso he does.
âI kind of messed up there, huh?â
The kick doesnât have nearly enough force to it. Megumi watches as the little rock skips forward. Once, twice, and then it comes to a standstill again. âYeah, kind of,â he agrees.
âIâm sorry,â Satoru rushes out. Itâs said so fast, as if it physically pains him to say it. Perhaps it does. Itâs sincere, however. There isnât even a hint of a joke to be found. Something must be bothering him. âIt didnât go how I wanted it to go, and I donât know why I went astray, and forgot about the cards. Itâwell, it was pretty stupid.â
Megumi doesnât exactly feel the need to deny it.
âSo, I get it, okay?â He continues, seeing the boyâs silence as an empty space for more conversationâmore rambling. Since thatâs what it is; rambles, plain and simple. Megumi doesnât see the need for such a fuss. âI shouldnât have strayed from the plan, and. . .â
âItâs fine.â
Satoru blinks at him. âWhat?â
âI said itâs fine,â Megumi repeats. Because it really is fine. Admittedly, it wasnât smart of Satoru to all but discard your carefully planned presentation, but it ended well enough regardless. No harm, no foul. âThank you for coming.â
That small, short sentence is enough to stop Satoru in his tracks. Megumi doesnât, however. The man is very tall, heâs sure to catch up in a jiffy; he doesnât need him to wait. Thereâs another small silence, though this one feels a lot more comfortable than the last. Satoru takes his time to process, and Megumi lets him.
âWâWhat?â The sorcerer stammers in shock. There is no need for Megumi to turn around and seeâhe can hear the smile curling onto his lips. âDid you just. . .â
âI wonât say it again,â Megumi grumbles definitively, and picks up his pace. The very tips of his ears heat up, and the apples of his cheeks turn red. The feeling of embarrassment. This wasnât exactly how heâd envisioned it to appear when the day started.
Satoru attempts to run after him, to catch up. âMegumi!â He calls out, the very prominent, very familiar whiney lilt now back in his voice. Megumi didnât miss it. âWait for me, I didnât hear you! Could you repeat that?â
âYes, you did!â Megumi says, and throws him an annoyed glance from over his shoulder. He tightens his hold on the straps of his backpack. âStop lying.â
âNuh uh!â
âWhat are you? Six?â
Satoruâs toothy grin is infuriating. Butâitâs familiar. And Megumi discovers heâs much more at ease when that grin is on display, than when the man in question is moping around. Itâs a lot less alarming.
âAnd a half,â Satoru adds.
The scowl thatâs on Megumiâs face appears almost instantly when he goes to ruffle his hair. For a man whose technique largely surrounds being untouchable, he has a surprising lack of awareness concerning this thing called personal space.
âUgh,â Megumi groans, and pushes him off. It doesnât work. Satoru gravitates towards him againâalmost as if heâs a magnet. He doesnât attempt to move a second time. In moments like these, itâs best to let Satoru get it all out of his system. âYouâre so stupid.â
Itâs true. He does think Satoru is stupid, but he canât deny itâSatoru tried his very best today, and in the days prior. Which makes him one of the very small, barely existent group of people who have done so for him.
It seems one shot was enough, after all.
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