Laurels

Chapter 1

hello everyone!
this is my first satosugu, I hope you will enjoy it!
I'm really in love with Suguru mama, so there it is, yeah
this story takes place at 2014, when stsg are 25 years old and MimiNana are 12, but in case of trauma, they are more childlish, like 8-10 I think
it's canon universe, but I had to change some things for plot, but they are very small, insignificant differents, so pls dont hate me ♥

One of the most comfortable moments of meeting Satoru, aside from the sex itself, were those few minutes spent in silence when it all was over.

Wrapped in his infinity, cut off from all physical stimuli, he lay staring at the ceiling, listening to his and his partner's calm breathing. He was neither cold nor warm. Nor did he feel the touch of the sheets he was lying on, as if he were levitating a millimetre above it. So he rest there, in Satoru's quiet apartment, devoid of the sounds of a rushing city, feeling only his own body.

The first time Satoru enveloped him with his energy, he panicked completely, not quite knowing what was happening. Over the years he had managed to wean himself from this strange and overwhelming feeling, but each time he got used to it more and more, and finally he learned to enjoy it again.

Detachment from everything: temperature, touch, sounds and colours, lying in this white, light-filled room forced him to rest and relax, which he could not experience anywhere else. It had its drawbacks, but the advantages outweighed everything else.

"Suguru?"

He didn't reply, pretending he was asleep, which was completely pointless. Even if Satoru somehow managed to fall for it, he probably wouldn't be too bothered by it, having a habit of waking him up whenever he felt like it, even when it came to the dumbest crap.

"You know, I just thought... Maybe we would go somewhere? We haven't done anything fun outside the house for a long time."

"I'm not going to fuck in public," he replied wearily, not opening his eyes, even trying to move his mouth as little as possible, which could make him quite difficult to understand, but he believed in his interlocutor's capabilities. He might be an idiot, but quite a sharp-witted one.

"That's not what I mean, how could you say that?! You're terrible, you're breaking my heart."

"If I had to decide whether you lack heart or brain more, I don't know if I could."

Satoru's infinity disappeared and a pillow landed on his head, which only further aggravated the unpleasant return to reality. The duvet, although soft, with a delicate and smooth cover, seemed rough and unpleasant compared to the previous state. A chill hit his body, though he knew the room was always at a perfect temperature and the pillow on his head was heavy, making it feel like he was sinking into the mattress.

Knowing that all the good had ended, he sighed in dissatisfaction, lying idle, waiting for an urge to stand up.

Due to the multitude of unpleasant sensations, he had already forgotten all about the stupid conversation from a few seconds ago, but the white-haired man apparently had other plans.

"I mean some dinner together, maybe we could even go as the four of us together? Me, you, Mimi..."

The air in the room musted in an instant, signalling it was time to stop talking. Suguru felt every muscle in his body tense painfully, his thoughts filling with aggression and fear.

He forbade him to bring up the subject. He thought he had made it clear, having no idea when he might have spoken incomprehensibly. This conversation was not supposed to happen for a second time. What else did this white-haired loser not understand?