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Sometimes It’s hard to decide if what you are doing is the right thing to do. More often than not, this decision can change the course of a human's life. In this case, picking up the phone would mean succumbing to the idea that he was weak, and Satoru Gojo was not weak. He wasn’t allowed to be weak. He was the strongest after all. That idea has been engraved into his brain from the day he was born.
Yet, here he was curled up on his bathroom floor. Head resting against the cool tile, hands digging into the skin beneath his eyes. His stomach flipped in a bout of nausea as he pinched his eyes tighter. His brain felt muddled, Information was flooding through his neurons at a mile a minute.
His six eyes continued to absorb every piece of information at lightning speed. Providing no relief for his already overwhelmed senses. He was highly aware of everything and nothing at the same time.
He let out a sharp breath when another flash of pain shot through his eyes. His head pounding even more than before. A shiver ran down his spine, contradicting the raging heat he had felt just a moment before. His body was clammy yet sweat-drenched all at the same time. It’s not like he’s never experienced this before, It was common for his senses to become overloaded.
His six eyes act as both a blessing and a curse. They provided him with an intense amount of power while simultaneously working against his own body. He had come to accept the idea that power comes at a price. However, this was not the price he wished to pay.
Another wave of nausea flowed through his body causing him to quickly sit up, dry heaving into the porcelain bowl in front of him. He continued to heave until his stomach started cramping, releasing bile into the toilet. Everything hurt. His body was aching in a way that inhibited him from moving farther than sitting up.
“God this sucks,” he murmured as he returned to his spot on the floor. He heavily considered skipping class tomorrow. Sure, Yaga would probably confront him about it later, but that was a later problem. Right now, Satoru’s only concern was getting off the floor and into his bed. That way he could at least try and get a few hours of sleep.
He moved to push himself off the floor once again, gripping onto the edge of the sink to help him stand up. He let out a groan as he lifted himself off the floor. His vision went dark for a moment as he swayed, putting a hand on the mirror to stabilize himself. His eyes squeezed shut, hurting even in the darkness of his bathroom.
When his vision returned after a minute he slowly started to move. One hand covering his eyes and another acting as a guide through the dark yet somehow too bright room. He was so close to the comfort of his bed when he suddenly found himself on the floor again. He let out a groan as he felt pain shot through his nerves. He took a deep breath before hauling himself off the floor, this time making it to the bed. He flopped down ungracefully, taking a quick glance at his phone on the table. He reflexively closed his eyes when the screen turned on, proving to be too bright for his overwhelmed eyes. The last thing he saw was the time that read 3:30 a.m. and a text from Suguru before he succumbed to the darkness.
Suguru typically didn’t worry about what went on in the room next to his. Frankly, he didn’t care about what Satoru got up to in the middle of the night. By the time he finished his classes for the day Suguru just wanted to relax. Nighttime was always a peaceful time for him. It allowed him to unwind knowing that there was little to no one awake in the late hours of the night. He valued his rest, but some nights it was just more rewarding to enjoy the silence.
With Satoru around, moments of silence were scarce to come by. Not that he particularly minded Satoru’s constant chatter, but some days he could learn when to shut up. Satoru was the type of person that Suguru had to learn to like. When they first met, Suguru could immediately tell that Satoru was a bit of a brat. He had a cocky personality, and somehow always managed to rub in the fact that he was the strongest. Yet, as Suguru got to know him, he found that he was more than just this cocky facade. Although he was a chatterbox, Suguru found him to be oddly endearing. He had this aura surrounding him that made it hard for Suguru to be mad at him. It was odd when he wasn’t around. Even Shoko had admitted one night that Gojo was like a firecracker, but one that she wouldn’t mind setting off sometimes.
Tonight, was one of the nights that Geto found himself wandering. He had left his room around one in the morning, walking around the edge of campus until he found himself in the courtyard near his room. He took a moment to look up at the sky. The air was crisp but not unwelcoming.
The moon provided enough light for him to see and the stars shined brightly next to it. He passed Satoru’s window, noticing that his blinds were pulled shut. He paused a moment, noticing that while this wasn’t unusual, Satoru typically liked to keep his blinds open at night. He said he liked being able to see the stars when he couldn’t sleep. It gave him something to stare at instead of being engulfed in darkness. Sometimes on his walks, he'd notice the blinds pulled shut.
He always wondered what caused him to close them on these specific nights. He shrugged and continued walking back to his room. When he arrived back at his room, he flopped down on his bed. He glanced at the clock which read 3:10 a.m. His walk had allowed him to relax a bit. His mind slowed down as he began to drift off to sleep.
He could feel himself almost succumbing to sleep when he heard a loud thud come from the room next door. He shot up out of his bed and looked towards the wall providing the divide between his and Satoru’s rooms. He waited a moment for any other noises. When he heard nothing he assumed that Gojo had just fallen off his bed.
He was pretty lanky so he wouldn’t put it past him if he rolled off the bed. He decided to send him a quick text asking him if he fell off his bed like a loser. He waited a moment for a response and when none was received, he concluded that Gojo probably went back to sleep. He put his phone down and fell asleep.
Satoru let out a groan as he was rudely awakened by his alarm going off. He rolled over from his side and slapped his arm against the nightstand until he found his phone. He quickly hit snooze and turned onto his stomach, shoving his head in between his pillows.
His body still hurt from yesterday. While the nausea had subsided, his eyes still ached. They felt dry behind his eyelids. His body felt stuffed with lead. Even breathing felt like a chore. He laid on his bed letting his mind go blank as he began to drift off to sleep again.
The morning after having a sensory overload was always rough. No matter how many times it happened Satoru still wasn’t used to it. The one from last night however knocked him on his ass harder than the ones before. He wasn’t sure if it was due to his most recent mission, or the fact that he wasn’t fueling his body properly, but he sure as hell felt like shit this morning.
His alarm went off again yet, Satoru just let it ring. He didn’t have the energy to push himself out of the cove he had made himself. After about a minute, the sound of his alarm was getting unbearable. He cursed under his breath as he finally leaned over and turned off his alarm. He picked up his phone, turning the brightness down in an attempt to not disturb his eyes. It was 7:30 a.m. he had training at 8 so his options were to skip or show up late. Either way, he wasn’t getting out of bed anytime soon. He scrolled through a couple of apps before noticing a text from Suguru.
Did you fall off your bed or something?
Gojo rubbed his eyes, taking a moment to think of his response. Telling Suguru what happened last night wasn’t even an option. Lucky for him, Suguru had already come to his own conclusion.
Yeah lol, rolled right off the side of the bed.
Don’t worry I’m ok tho. I know you’re so worried about me ;)
Satisfied, Satoru put his phone down and returned to his pillows. He knew that he should get up, but he really didn’t want to. Waiting until someone eventually came to drag him out of bed seemed like a great idea. Of course, if they asked he’d say he simply overslept. That’s all it was right? At least that’s what he told himself. A few minutes later, he was fast asleep with an arm over his eyes and a pained look on his face.
Satoru being late for class wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. More often than not he walked in late with a stupid grin on his face. A snarky comment followed in his wake, something along the lines of
“Aww I knew you guys missed me” or “Don’t worry, I’m here to bless you with my presence.”
However, the snarky comments never came. Suguru kept taking small glances at the door every few minutes, waiting for the moment Satoru walked in. Shoko could feel the worry oozing off of him. Whenever he took a glance at the door, she would look over at him. Shoko knew that there was something going on between Suguru and Satoru. They obviously didn’t know it themselves, but she could tell by the way they interacted with one another.
Gojo always gravitated towards Geto no matter where they were. Geto was always looking out for Gojo even during training. It was uncommon to see them not together. Somedays they were borderline hanging off of each other. Shoko didn’t know how they didn’t see it, but these two were very emotionally blind at times.
“I don’t think looking at the door every minute is going to manifest him,” Shoko whispered to Geto. He glanced over at her shaking his head a bit.
“Even so, this isn’t like him. I’d understand if he was late, but not showing up at all is weird. Something’s gotta be wrong.”
Shoko let out a sigh, “You might be right. Normally he’d show his face at least once before lunch.”
“Last night I heard a thump come from his room. I asked him if he fell off his bed like a loser and he replied that he did,” Geto ran a hand across his face, “I have a feeling that he might not have fallen off his bed.”
“I don’t know he’s pretty lanky. I doubt he actually has good control over his limbs, especially while he sleeps.”
Geto let out a chuckle.
“That is true. Have you seen the way he walks, he’s like a bean pole,” he said getting a smile out of Shoko.
“Have either of you seen Gojo?” Yaga asked as he walked into the room. He set his newly filled water bottle on the desk, turning to face his students. Geto looked at Shoko before answering.
“No, haven’t seen him all day.”
Yaga stroked his chin, “Interesting, someone should check up on him after class,” Shoko and Geto nodded, “Alright, we’ll just have to continue without him.”
Yaga continued to drag on about some sort of cursed defense technique, while Geto fixed his eyes back to the door. Waiting for someone who never showed.
Class ended and Geto made a not-so-subtle beeline for Gojo's room. Shoko decided not to follow, figuring Gojo would rather see Geto anyway. She decided that now would be a perfect time for a smoke break. She’d check in with Gojo later.
As Suguru made his way to Satoru’s room he couldn’t help but feel a tightness in his throat. He would never admit it out loud but he was worried about Satoru. The idea that he might have gotten sick or injured made an uncomfortable feeling stir in his chest. He picked up his pace a bit once he turned down the hallway until he made it to Satoru’s room. He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath before he brought his knuckles up to the door. He knocked quietly in an attempt not to startle Satoru.
“Satoru,” he said quietly, “are you in there?” He waited a moment, putting his ear to the door in an attempt to hear any movement. Hearing nothing, he knocked a little louder.
“Satoru can I come in?” this time he heard shuffling as footsteps made their way to the door. Suguru took a step back as he waited for the door to open. After a minute, the door creaked open revealing a depressing image.
“Hey Suguru, what brings you to my humble abode?” Satoru said weakly. He made an attempt to keep up his normal cheerful tone, but Suguru could see right through him. Satoru’s eyes looked fried. They were bloodshot and burning instead of their normal icy blue. Suguru was sure that they hurt. His face attempted a smile but it turned out to be more like a grimace.
He was still in his sleep shirt, which indicated he hadn’t left the room since last night. Satoru brought a hand up to his eyes, rubbing them for a moment before returning his hand to his side. Suguru could feel the anxiety oozing off of him. Just waiting for the moment he could close the door and return to his bed. Suguru met his eyes, a look of worry on his face.
“You didn’t show up to class today. Yaga told me to check on you,” he said quietly.
“Ahh, how sweet on him. I didn’t realize he cared so much about little old me. Tell him I’m fine and that I overslept. He’ll understand,” Satoru said, once again projecting a false sense of happiness. Suguru didn’t believe him but didn’t want to cause any further commotion.
“Alright, I’ll let him know,” Suguru looked him up and down, “ Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. Satoru nodded his head.
“Yeah just catching up on some sleep. It’s tiring being the strongest you know.”
“You’d let me know if something was wrong right?” Suguru asked. Satoru stared at him for a moment before responding,
“Of course,” he said, “Now I’m sure Yaga’s eagerly waiting for a response. I’ll give him an apology later.”
Suguru could tell this was his subtle way of getting him to go away. He sighed, running a hand over his face.
“Sure, just promise me you’ll let me know if you need anything,” he said, staring into his eyes. Satoru gave him a small smile,
“Yeah,” he said softly before slowly closing the door. Suguru stood there for a moment before turning to walk away. He could tell that something was wrong. Since when did Satoru need to catch up on sleep? The man was always consuming some sort of sugar or energy drink to get him through the day. If he wanted to sleep he’d pass out in the middle of class.
The most concerning part of their interaction was Satoru’s eyes. They looked wrong. He knew that his eyes tended to cause him headaches at times, but he’d only ever seen Satoru shrug it off or take some pain medicine. He was normally back at it within the hour.
Suguru went to go find Yaga. Maybe, he’d know something about what was happening to Satoru.
Satoru let out a sigh after he closed the door. He trudged his way to his bed and flopped down on it, covering his head with a blanket. It took all his energy to talk to Suguru with his eyes uncovered. He knew he should have worn his glasses at least, but in all honestly, he had no idea where they went. His room was never extremely clean, but it wasn’t messy either. Everything had a place amongst the chaos. However, in light of recent events, everything was a little out of place.
His head began to pound again and the sharp pain behind his eyes returned. He hated this. He hated not even being able to get out of bed for more than five minutes. His whole body just felt so tired. So overstimulated. So weak. Just the thought of not being able to do anything for himself was killing him. He so desperately wished he could be outside at least, letting the sun heal his body, but he couldn’t even turn on the lights. He was grateful that he was feeling better than the night before, but even so, he was still suffering.
He appreciated that Suguru had taken the time to check in on him, even if Yaga told him to. He was sure he’d be getting a visit once Suguru told him what was going on. Hopeful he’d done a good enough job at convincing him that Yaga waited till tomorrow. For now, all he could do was succumb to the peacefulness that sleep brought to him.
It took Suguru a moment to find Yaga. He knocked on his office door before entering the room. Yaga peered up at him from over his work, waving him over to his desk.
“So, what’s going on with Satoru?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. He said he was catching up on sleep, which is bullshit in my opinion, but he said he was fine.”
Yaga waited a moment before responding.
“Well, I guess he’s fine then. He’s a big boy he can make his own decisions,” he said, continuing to flip through his papers, “I’ll check up on him later on. Thank you, Suguru.” Suguru nodded in response and left the room.
Something felt off about this whole interaction. He didn’t know what to expect from Yaga, but his nonchalant response definitely wasn’t what he was hoping for. He was right about Satoru being an adult, hopefully, he was smart enough to let someone know if he was suffering. Then again, Suguru was sure his ego wouldn’t let him. Not wanting to dwell on it, he went to find Shoko.
About two hours after Suguru had left his office, Yaga made the trek down to Satoru’s room. He had a feeling that Satoru left out some key details in his explanation to Suguru. Yaga felt he knew what was going on, but knowing Satoru he would never admit it to anyone. When he made it to Satoru’s room, he lightly knocked on the door.
“Satoru,” he said, “It’s Yaga.” He waited for a response. After a moment he heard the door knob turn. Satoru didn’t even try to put up a front. He knew Yaga would see right through him.
“Hey,” he said quietly, moving aside so Yaga could step into the room. Once the door was closed, the two of them stood there in an awkward silence. Satoru looked uncomfortable just being in Yaga’s presence.
“So, you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Yaga asked, noticing the rigidness in Satoru’s posture.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” Satoru mumbled.
“No, you’re not. Don’t try and weasel your way out of this one. I’m not blind.” Satoru made no move to respond. The two locked eyes into an uncomfortable staring contest.
“Come on Satoru, I can see it in your eyes. What’s going on?” Satoru groaned knowing he was trapped. He moved to sit on the bed, covering his eyes with his hands.
“Fine, you caught me,” he said, “Everything hurts. I feel like someone put lead in my bones. My eyes are on fucking fire and I can’t even get up for five minutes without feeling like I’m going to drop dead.”
Yaga just looked at him. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Yaga knew there were many times before and after he found out about Satoru’s Sensory issues that this had happened. Yet, every time Yaga couldn’t help but feel like he had failed him in a way. Maybe it was just Satoru’s stupid tendency to not ask for help, but to Yaga, it felt like he was letting him suffer.
“I hate this,” he continued, “I’m supposed to be the strongest yet, I can’t even leave my fucking room. Normally, I’ve been able to bounce back after a day, but man this one’s kicking my ass.”
“You know you can ask for help Satoru. Nobody’s gonna judge you if you ask. Especially your friends and I.” Yaga moved to sit down next to Satoru, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“I know,” he said, “But it’s hard.” Just admitting that was hard enough for Satoru.
“Promise me next time you’ll at least text Suguru. Just something to let me know you didn’t die on me,” Yaga asked. Satoru gave him a soft smile.
“Fine, but don’t blame me if all you get is cryptic gibberish.”
“Fair enough.” Yaga stood up to head to the door. “I’ll leave you alone for now, just promise me you’ll shout if you need anything.”
Satoru nodded his head.
“Good, I’ll leave you be.” Then he was gone, leaving Satoru once again alone in his suffocating cage of a room.
The next morning rolled around and there was still no sign of Satoru. Suguru once again maintained his position stalking the door. This time even Shoko was sending worried glances now and then. When Yaga walked into the room, he didn’t seem surprised at Satoru’s absence.
He simply continued with his lesson as usual. After about twenty minutes of lecture, Suguru decided he’d had enough. He excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Shoko alone to listen to Yaga’s rambling. Being the good student that he is, he decided to take the long way and walk past Satoru’s room.
A part of him hoped that he would hear something behind the door allowing him to enter. Yet, another part of him wished to live in ignorance. He couldn’t explain it, but he had this feeling in his chest that something wasn’t right.
He slowly approached Satoru’s door, putting his ear gently against it to not announce his presence. He waited a moment before walking away. At first, he didn’t hear anything, but then a small cry came from the other side of the door. Suguru’s heartbeat sped up.
He could feel it in his throat. He listened again for any signs of life behind the door. The second he heard another noise Suguru burst into Satoru’s room with a sense of emergency.
He didn’t know what he expected behind the door, but not seeing anyone was concerning. The room was dark, the blinds pulled shut, and the bed a mess. There were clothes on the floor and empty water bottles thrown about. The room looked like someone should be there, yet, there was no sign of Satoru.
“Satoru?” he asked the air. He got a loud groan in return. It was coming from the bathroom.
“Satoru, it’s Suguru. I’m coming in,” Suguru slowly made his way to the bathroom. Not prepared for the sight in front of him. Satoru was curled on the dark bathroom floor. Fingernails dug into his eyes, searching for any sense of relief. He was shaking all over while sweat drenched his hair. He looked fragile, like a sick child waiting to be healed.
“Oh my gosh Satoru,” Suguru whispered, moving to kneel next to him, “What can I do for you?”
Satoru made no effort to move. He didn’t even acknowledge Suguru’s presence. It seemed like all he could do was lay there and cry. A sharp pain ran across his eyes. He let out a small whimper drawing blood from the skin above his eyes.
“I can’t,” Satoru whispered, “Everything hurts.”
Those words stabbed into Suguru’s heart like a knife on fire. He had never seen Satoru like this before. Even after missions, Satoru always gave off the impression that he was fine. Even while he was bleeding out on the side of the road, he had this confidence about him that reassured everyone he was okay. Now, here he was, crying on his bathroom floor, looking like a leaf could hurt him.
“Shhhh,” Suguru whispered, stroking a hand through his hair, “It’s okay. I’m here.” He pulled Satoru into his lap. Satoru dug his face into Suguru’s knees in an attempt to comfort himself.
“I’m sorry,” Satoru said. Voice wobbly as he began to cry into Suguru’s knees.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for,” Suguru said. Those words made Satoru cry harder. His body shook as he let out sobs and heavy breaths. Suguru just sat there, running a reassuring hand across Satoru’s back. It was the only thing he could do.
After a few minutes, Satoru had tired himself out. His body began to shake less violently and his breathing slowed. After a moment, Suguru thought he had fallen asleep.
“Satoru?” he whispered, “Are you okay?” He didn’t expect a response from the man but was pleasantly surprised to see he hadn’t passed out.
“I guess,” he mumbled. “Can you get my glasses?” Suguru nodded, slowly maneuvering Satoru back to the floor.
“Sure, I’ll be right back.” He ran a final reassuring hand over Satoru’s back before moving to find his glasses. When he returned to the bathroom, the sight of Satoru made his chest ache once more.
His eyes were redder than they were yesterday. He looked so tired, and he could tell that Satoru was still in pain. Suguru gently slid them over Satoru’s nose. He could feel him relax a bit just at the presence of his glasses. He slid back down next to Satoru. Their backs leaned up against the bathtub.
“‘I’m sorry you had to see that,” Satoru said with his head down.
“What are you talking about? There’s no need for you to be sorry.”
“Still you shouldn’t have to see me like this.” Satoru rested his head between his knees. He looked so small.
“I don’t know where you got this idea that you always had to be strong. Even though you have all these pressures on you, you’re still human. It doesn’t matter if you’re the strongest or not, through all of your days, good or bad Satoru Gojo is still Satoru Gojo. There are so many people here who care about you and want to help you.”
The words coming out of Suguru’s mouth hit a special place in Satoru’s heart. He looked up at Suguru, tired eyes meeting his.
“Dang and here I was thinking I fooled you. God, look at me man, I can’t even stand up properly.” Satoru sighed, resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder. This little movement sent butterflies through Suguru’s stomach.
He remained stiff. His shoulders tense for a minute before he eventually relaxed. He moved to lean his head down on top of Satoru’s.
“Why? What caused this?” he asked.
Satoru moved his gaze down to the floor. He could feel the shame and embarrassment weaning its way through his body. His eyes became hot again as he tried to push down his emotions. He’d already displayed enough weakness he couldn’t let him see anymore.
Suguru looked down at him, noticing his change in breath. Even though he didn’t want to, Satoru couldn’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes. He was just so tired. So tired of everything from the last few days. He let his emotions take over as he began to cry.
“I’m sorry,” Satoru cried, “I’m sorry I’m not stronger.” Suguru ran a comforting hand down his back.
“Shhh, it’s okay. Let it out,” Suguru whispered, pulling Satoru into his chest. Satoru continued to cry for what felt like the eighth time that day. After a few minutes, Satoru began to compose himself. He whipped his face doing his best to remove any leftover tears.
“Sometimes, the world just gets so loud. I’m constantly experiencing every piece of information, but there are days when I’m worn out or tired that it becomes too much. My senses get overloaded and it sends me into, well this,” Satoru said quietly,
“Normally it goes away within a few hours, but this time It won’t seem to go away. I feel like knives are stabbing into my head. My body’s achy and I feel like my brain has been fired. I don’t get it. I’m supposed to be the strongest, I’m not supposed to be like this.”
“You’re still a human Satoru. Our bodies weren’t designed to go through periods of high stress constantly. You do that every day so there’s bound to be a time when it fails. We all have off days and you’re no exception. I think it makes you stronger.”
Satoru chuckled, flashing a small smile at Suguru.
“I’ll take your word for it,” he said resting his head back on Suguru’s shoulder. The pair remained on Satoru’s bathroom floor. They didn’t have much to say, nor did they think there was anything that needed to be said. Satoru couldn’t express how nice it was to be in Suguru’s arms. It just felt right, like he was the missing piece in the puzzle of his life.
His mind began to drift, tethering on the brink of sleep until he felt a soft brush of lips against his head. Butterflies filled his stomach at the tenderness of the kiss. He gazed up at Suguru's eyes looking in a knowing glance.
He smiled a bit as he pulled Suguru down to meet his lips. A tingling sensation flooded through him as he pulled away. Suguru leaned down to kiss him again this time a little more confident yet still hesitant.
Satoru bit his lip gently as he edged him to keep going, becoming more aggressive with each passing second until Suguru pulled away. He looked at Satoru’s flushed face, and Suguru finally was able to admit to himself that Satoru was beautiful.
“How long?” he whispered moving to place a hand on Satoru’s cheek.
“Saying since the first day I saw you is cheesy, so I’m gonna say since the first time you punched me.”
“Huh?” Suguru questioned making Satoru chuckle.
“The first time we spared you punched me. When I was on the ground I looked up at you and thought to myself, damn he’s kinda hot. So yes, from the first time, you punched me.”
Suguru’s face brightened at the ridiculousness of his statement. Of course, that’s how Satoru would figure out he’s in love.
“Damn you’re so weird,” he chuckled.
Satoru punched his shoulder jokingly, “oh shut up,” he mumbled, “So how about you? How’d you realize you were in love with all this,” he said gesturing to himself.
“I’m not sure to be honest. I think the more time I spent with you the more endearing you became to me. I guess that endearment turned into a crush after a while.”
Satoru put a hand over his chest, “Oh how sweet,” he said pretending to wipe his tears, “I hope you know what you signed up for cause I’m a handful.”
“I think I can manage,” Suguru smiled, "So what does this make us?” he questioned.
“Boyfriends, lovers, besties? I don’t know whatever we want I guess,” Satoru said, straightening his posture a bit.
“All of the above it is then,” Suguru said putting his arm around Satoru’s shoulder.
“So when are we telling Shoko?” Satoru asked, leaning into Suguru’s side.
“Oh she probably already knows by now,” Suguru chuckled, “She’s smarter than both of us combined.”
Satoru smiled, “You’re probably right.”
The pair snuggled closer to each other, backs hurting a bit from the hard surface of the tub. Yet, neither made any attempt to move. Satoru was the first to drift off into dreamland with Suguru not far behind. Both of them slept with small smiles on their faces and love in their hearts.