Beautiful Disaster || Gojo Satoru

7 | No One Else

"What the fuck, Suguru?"

"Sorry, man. Thought she'd be gone before you got up."

Satoru clicks his tongue, watching as Suguru shrugs before leaning against the counter and taking a bite of his toast.

It's silent for a few moments before Satoru finally asks, "And she's just in your sweatshirt because...?"

"We were up all night, she needed something to wear this morning."

Suguru's nonchalant attitude is pissing Satoru off even more. If there was one person who knew what Satoru's thinking, and feeling, it is him.

And you - you know they're best friends and still chose to come over, flirt with Suguru in front of him, and stay the night.

Satoru is seeing red and has a flurry of emotions running through his body right now that he's not going to bother trying to sort out because fuck that.

While Satoru and Suguru were busy talking, you made your way back upstairs to Suguru's room, which is the total opposite of Satoru's - clean and organized.

Everything has its place rather than strewn around recklessly. Even the books on his bookshelf are arranged in alphabetical order.

After changing back into your clothes from the day before, you make your way back down the steps to leave, hoping to avoid an awkward interaction with Satoru.

You know what he must think. That you've distanced yourself from him only to hook up with his best friend.

But that's not the case. You were hard at work on your diorama when Satoru left for his date, after making a show of it in front of you. When you and Suguru completed it, you wanted to relax while working on the research paper.

Suguru suggested moving up to his room, where he has a yoga mat and pillow in one corner set up for relaxing, along with a peppermint candle to help with focusing.

The two of you worked on that in his room for several hours until you fell asleep on his bed, and when you woke up this morning, Suguru was on the couch.

There was a small part of you that hoped Satoru would see you, and sure, be a little jealous.

But as soon as you saw his face when he walked into the kitchen those hopes immediately vanished and were replaced by an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

When you come down the stairs, Satoru is leaning against the wall by the front door, the little round circular sunglasses you've seen him sport several times covering his eyes, and he's changed too. Now in a black fitted tee with dark jeans.

"We're going out." He says coldly, opening the door as you look back at Suguru who just shrugs with an amused little smile.

"Okay... Can I go back to my room and change first?"

"Nope."

The tall gangly bastard is walking out the door before you have a chance to argue about wanting to put on different clothes before going out.

You have half a mind to disregard him, walk back to your dorm, and go back to ignoring him. But the expression on his face, as he opens his passenger door and waits for you to get in tells you that maybe right now isn't the time to do that.

The car ride is awkward and tense. Neither of you says anything as he speeds down the road, passing several cars in front of him before pulling into the parking lot of a local restaurant.

The place is nicer than you expected, and more intimate as well. Dim, yellow lighting and soft murmurs from other patrons, and clattering of plates and silverware fill the space as the two of you are seated at a small table for two.