is it cool that i said all that?

you're just hallucinating

in case some of you guys didn't read the desc, this is meant to be really corny


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satoru is wandering around the school, in search of shoko and suguru. he eventually finds them behind one of the buildings, smoking cigarettes.

"satoru," suguru greets him with a small wave, the cigar between his middle and index finger. "sorry. we didn't think you'd be much of a smoker." his hair, usually kept in a bun, now hangs loosely around his shoulders.

satoru furrows his brows, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them safely into his pocket with a glance at shoko. it was regular for her to smoke; he and suguru have always scolded her about it, telling her that they'd never smoke. the brown-haired girl shrugs at him, her cigarette poking out from between her lips. his annoyed expression softens when he hears suguru's apology.

he sighs, walking over to suguru and plucking the cigarette from his fingers. he takes a drag before returning it.

"it's fine. at least share with me."

suguru chuckles, watching satoru for a moment, then looking down at the ground. he feels slightly better that his best friend doesn't outright complain about him breaking an unspoken promise, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"yeah, of course."

he brings the cigarette up to his lips and takes a drag, blowing the ring of smoke to the side away from satoru. he holds it up to the other boy's lips, offering it to him. satoru takes a drag once more from it between suguru's fingers, mirroring his action and blowing it to the side.

"you okay?"

suguru keeps his eyes on the ground. he should've expected that question.

"yeah. i'm fine," he mumbles.

it's a shitty lie, and all three of them know it. something is definitely bothering him, and he doesn't want to tell anyone about it, much less try. satoru leans against the wall behind them, facing suguru. he rests his chin on his best friend's shoulder with a hum. suguru relaxes almost immediately. he sighs, looking at the smoke between his fingers.

"i just need to relax, y'know. clear my mind for a bit..."

satoru hums again, turning his head to rest his cheek on suguru's shoulder. he's not an expert when it comes to comforting people, but his best friend never seems to mind when he tries to comfort him through physical contact. suguru slowly lifts his free hand, resting it on the back of satoru's head, gently running his fingers through the soft white strands.

"thanks for worrying, satoru."

he's silent for a few moments, enjoying the physical contact between their bodies. satoru's company is always comforting. he speaks again with a slight smile.

"and thanks for sticking by me, even when i'm a dumbass."

"yeah. you're my dumbass, though."

suguru huffs out a laugh at his words. his best friend's smile is always somewhat infectious, and the two fall into a comfortable silence. suguru runs his fingers through satoru's hair once more.

"and you're my dumbass, dumbass."

"mhmm..."

satoru leans into suguru's touch. he's always up in his personal space.

shoko just watches like they're the most in-denial fuckers she's ever seen.

and they are.

suguru's soft smile widens, and he gently scratches at the back of satoru's head, which earns a soft hum from him. he feels shoko's eyes on them. he knows exactly why she's staring at them like that.

"what's with that look, shoko?"

the girl just stands there with a small smirk on her face, watching the two of them closely. she finds it entertaining — how they're always so close and yet never realize their feelings toward each other.

"suguru," satoru holds up a hand, reaching for the cigarette.

"oh, sure."

suguru brings the cigarette up to satoru's lips a second time, which the boy happily takes another drag from.

"thanks."

"no problem... you look cool when you smoke, honestly."

"ha! no, i think you do."

satoru grins at suguru, sticking his tongue out. his best friend is so handsome; he wants to kiss that stupid pretty smile.

"pfft, i do not. you're the pretty one between us, you dumbass."

a soft pink blooms on satoru's cheeks at his compliment. sure, he's been called pretty before, but it's always different with suguru. suguru was different.

"...you're pretty, too."

"not as pretty as you, but thanks."

he ruffles satoru's hair. the boy pouts, huffing and trying his best to sound frustrated.

"whatever, you big sap."

shoko makes a face and excuses herself, calling over her shoulder without turning to look at them.

"see ya, lovebirds."

"oh, fuck off, shoko."

suguru laughs and shakes his head at her comment. satoru's jaw drops slightly as she walks away. his gaze immediately snaps back to suguru, and he closes his mouth with a hum of agreement.

"hey, you good? you look shocked," he muses, gently taking satoru's chin between his fingers, lifting his head to look at him directly. crystalline blues meet hazy lavenders.

"uh — yeah."

satoru tries his best to play it cool, keeping eye contact with suguru. he sticks his tongue out again.

"you sure? you look a little embarrassed there, lovebird."

satoru scowls, but his hands betray him. they tangle in suguru's hair.

"not embarrassed, you're just being stupid. and never call me that again."

suguru's smile widens into a smirk, and he knows satoru isn't really upset. he places his free hand on satoru's waist, pulling him closer.

"i'm not stupid. you're the one blushing like a school girl."

"i'm not blushing like a school girl. you're just hallucinating."

satoru huffs, his hands moving to cup suguru's face. he knows suguru is probably enjoying this.

"right... you can't lie to me, you suck at it."

"well, you're hallucinating because i said so."

and without thinking, satoru presses his lips against suguru's. he's slightly surprised, but he doesn't pull away, just slowly closes his eyes and savors the feeling of satoru's lips on his own, tightening his grip on his waist and pulling him closer. after a few moments, the boys pull away.

"definitely, yeah... just like how i'm 'hallucinating' how soft your lips are."

satoru frowns. he's totally blushing like a school girl.

"since you're hallucinating, i might as well say whatever the hell i want. i like you, suguru."

"oh, yeah? i never would've guessed."

he coos at him teasingly, pinching satoru's cheek. he's silent for a few moments, and then he speaks again.

"...i like you too, you big idiot."

"suguru, can we kiss again?"

"you don't even have to ask."

the two waste no time in connecting their lips for a second kiss.