It Takes Two

Garlic Knots

His phone had been ringing nonstop in his pocket for the past hour, while he sat sulking in an ice cream shop. Pulling out his phone, he watched as Suguru's name lit up his screen again to notify him he was calling until he swapped it away. Between Suguru and Shoko calling him nonstop, he watched with slight disinterest tempted to just turn off his phone. That was before the text messages started to come in.

Suguru's message merely stated that he needed to stop ignoring him and answer. While Shoko told him to answer his damn phone. He didn't want to speak to either of them right now but just Nanami who was currently ignoring his calls and messages. But after two missed calls and another message from Suguru, stating he would find him. He decided to answer back to Suguru by telling him the name of the ice cream shop and street.

Gojo sat wide-legged, leaning back into his chair while he sighed to himself. Surprisingly his second helping of ice cream went untouched, he wanted something more, perhaps cookies or donuts. Sweets usually perked him up and yet he was still sulking. He wondered what ice cream or bread Nanami would like in the hope of helping him feel better. He knew Nanami loved bread and had a thing for food that had garlic in it. Conveniently, the shop he chose to sulk at was next to a bakery shop he planned to go to before he tried to go back to Nanami.

He didn't need to look when he heard the soft chime of the door opening to the ice cream shop. Suguru's scent had given him away, along with his agitation that made his scent bitter. It was enough to make the shop clerks utter a greeting though leave Suguru be unless addressed by him.

"Satoru," Suguru sharply addressed him, moving to sit across from him at the small table with a glare. Suguru wore a white shirt with a light black jacket over it. His hair was loose though tucked behind his ears to reveal his black plugs and to keep some of his hair out of his face. Underdressed compared to his normal black trousers and white button-shirt attire.

The two had just gotten home after spending their evening going to various shops. Yu successfully distracted Geto from painting. Sitting on his lap, peppering him with light kisses and massages to his scalp that made him purr and lazily ground their hips together. Both had become partially undressed, and Geto picked up Yu to take him to their bedroom until Yu's phone rang. With a heavy sigh and Yu's squirming he lowered him to let him go to answer. But agitation disappeared once he heard Yu say Kento's name. The franticness to get back to Kento made them both leave as quickly as possible.

"How is he?"

"How do you think? He's upset and fucking Yu's angry, '' Suguru scoffed, narrowing his eyes.

Even if Nanami said he was fine, resorting to his neutral tone and look. The redness around his eyes and his scent still gave him away. Yu's gentle coaxes always got Nanami to open up after a while, and the couple was stunned while Nanami told them everything. Yu bristled even if his voice remained in that calming tone comforting Nanami, but the look that was cast to Suguru revealed his anger for the situation. Suguru didn't say anything when he left to go look for Gojo. As much as he wanted to stay to provide comfort, he knew that Yu could do that until he got back.

Gojo casting a glare, merely flashing his teeth when heard the low remnants of a growl from Suguru. "Look, don't sit here and act like you would not react some damn way if you got told that too."

"That's not an excuse, you pinned him, and you were going to mark him without his approval!" Suguru spat.

"I know! I didn't say it was, but it is a fact! You will not sit there and try to deny that if Yu told you he was having your pups and decided not to have them you would not react negatively or in some kind of way," Gojo hadn't realized he had stood up, gripping the table while looking at Suguru. White hairs on his nape had stood up from the rising tension and anger. Even now the thought of losing the pups caused such a knee-jerk reaction.