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Suguru couldn’t tell what was louder, the ticking of the clock outside Yaga’s office or the thumping of his heart in his chest. The noise from Satoru’s leg bouncing was a worthy competitor to the two. He was nervous. They were both nervous.
“He can’t take both of us, you know,” Satoru said, breaking the silence. Suguru made a face and Satoru clarified “I’m not saying we should fight him but if it gets to that-”
“It won’t get to that”
“You don’t know that! This is the second time he’s caught us, we could get suspended or something”
“And your solution would be a 2v1 match?”
Satoru huffed out air and dropped it. Suguru was doing his best to not overthink, and to appear calm, but he was just as antsy. The two had been sitting in Yaga’s awfully uncomfortable waiting room chairs for what felt like an eternity. Being here again was more nerve-wracking than the first time they had been caught. The first time was excusable, it was an accident, or maybe an experiment? It’s not like they had planned to kiss in the classroom, it was a fleeting idea out of pure curiosity, that was all. They couldn’t have known their Sensei would make a whole thing out of one small peck he wasn’t even supposed to walk in on, to begin with. But this time was different, and they knew that and Yaga knew it too.
“This is bullshit” Satoru started again, kicking the bin by his chair, “Why was Yaga-sensei going through supply closets anyway? He was probably looking for a makeout spot himself, I bet”
Suguru didn’t say anything
“Why the fuck aren’t you angry?” Satoru spat at Suguru.
Suguru shot him a nasty look, “I am angry, but kicking bins and stomping my feet aren’t going to -”’
“Come in, boys” Yaga interrupted.
“I need you to understand that this is not personal,” Yaga said, “and I’m not reporting this to the higher-ups-”
“Why the hell would you?!” Satoru interjected, “We didn’t do anything! There’s no rule against kissing, I know, I checked”
“He’s right,” Suguru added, “We weren’t doing anything wrong”
“But you felt you had to hide in a closet?”
The boys don’t answer.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Satoru muttered under his breath
It felt like they were on trial. Like Satoru had been caught with a knife in his hands and not Suguru’s face. Like Suguru had been caught ‘stealing’ anything other than soft caresses from Satoru as he leaned in closer. Like the two were in that cramped closet planning on how they’d run away when at that moment there was nowhere either would’ve rather been.
“Sensei, we listened to what you told us last time, we understand how the higher-ups view… relationships but Satoru and I are just friends,” Suguru said.
The 3 sat there, Yaga across the desk looking at both boys. They’re so young, he thought, with so much potential. Only 16 and already ranked as Special Grade, already being sent on S-rank missions. They had already gotten a glimpse of the horrors of the jujutsu world and yet were still so oblivious to the worst of it.
“Nanami and Haibara are just friends” Yaga began, throwing Satoru and Suguru off.
“Mei Mei and Utahime are friends” he continued. "What you two have is... dangerous, and I don’t want to see either of you end up hurt.”
“....Right.” Satoru said, still unsure of what Yaga meant, “Well thank you for your concern but you have nothing to worry about it. I don’t know if you know but we’re the strongest.”
“Yeah, Sensei, I don’t think anything’s gonna hurt either of us for a while, but we do appreciate the care.”
Satoru fake gasped “Could it be you’re worried that Suguru - who we’ve established that I’m not dating - is going to break my heart?” he asked rhetorically, as he dramatically threw himself on Suguru.
The two joked and laughed and assured Yaga again that they were OK and that they would be OK.
Yaga wanted to believe them, but the life chosen for them is unkind to lovers.