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"IM BUSY" She heard as she knocked on Satorus office door, her eyebrows furrowed at his tone. She could identify the small stuffyness in his voice.

"Im coming in in three seconds." She counters.

"I'm busy, don't." He responds. She doesn't listen.

As she walks in, she sees Satoru sat in chair, manspreading with his head in his hands. She closed the door behind her, looking at the clock. 1:42 am.

Satoru Gojo was not so numb to the death of Suguru Geto as much as he displayed. Along with never giving himself time to mourn, he was extremely good at hiding his emotions, and since he did this all of the time, it often resulted in moments of mental exhaustion, and breakdown.

"Satoru.."

"I killed him." He repeats, his voice teary. "With my own hands." His voice wavered as he spoke, his hair galling over his face. "Why did I do that, maybe he could've changed? I couldve tried harder, i shouldve payed more attention."

"I know." She spoke, "I know you blame yourself for what happened to Suguru." She speaks, approaching him tentatively. "But it wasn't your fault. Not one bit. Suguru found his meaning in life, for him. What he was really passionate about, and he wasnt going to stop to achieve that. No matter what you tried to do." She thinks about what to say. "It wasnt your fault." Seems nothing more needs to be said, as the man stands up, hugging her super tightly. He didn't say anything, just crying into her shoulder.

Satoru found it very hard to open up to anyone, he didn't believe that there was any point. He was the strongest, nobody was supposed to see him cry. But he felt okay with her seeing him like this. He trusted her. Her arms were all he needed right now, even if he'd never say it out loud.

She was all he needed as his support right now.

He eventually was able to calm down after a while. When someones there to help you through it, it passes by alot faster then normal.

"Thank you." He speaks, his voice hoarse as he slides on his blindfold quickly, taking a few deep breaths. "Needed that."

"I could tell." She spoke. She knew he didn't want to talk about it too much. She looked at him, he was looking back at her, she could feel it. She could feel his eyes burning into her.

There was tension. It had hard to explain in words, really hard, but it was so obviously there and making her heart feel weird. Amd it was a really weird momnet for this to be hapoening. He had been crying just about 20 minuites ago.

His footsteps creaked on the floor, walking closer and closer to her, until her back met the front of his desk.

"Yeri.." The man spoke, in a sort of breathless way, his arms holding onto the edge of the desk at either side of her, her heart was litterally pounding in her chest to the point she felt she could hear it in her ears, he leaned closer to her, his warm breath coating her ears as he whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

A kiss was no big deal, both of them had kissed various others at the age of 28, but it felt different as Satoru asked. Felt like she was a giddy, shy little teenager all over again. And it felt like this was something that had been long delayed.

Their relashionship had been a little strange with there always being some lingering kind of feelings between the both. Feelings that had never been addressed, and were unspoken.

"Satoru." She speaks, looking up at him. His face is just gorgeous and it feels as if she's seeing him in a whole new light right now. "Are you sure?" There's a feeling in her that's scared. That if they kiss, they may lose their friendship that's been through the depths of hell, and the route that's going to open after it.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." His tone is low, and smooth. His face moves closer to her, his face so close to hers, as he places one of his hands on her neck, holding it gently as he leans down and kisses her. His lips become hungry against hers, their lips wrapped in a passionate kiss as his other hand slowly moves over her body. His tounge slips into her mouth, leaving no inch of her mouth unexplored, as he slightly groans, pressing himself further up against her.

He slid his hands down her legs, gripping them and lifting her up onto the desk, his mouth not leaving hers even once. He seemed needy for it, desperate, his warm mouth latching onto her neck, biting and sucking.

"Oh, Satoru."

He groaned as soon as a moan escaped her mouth, "Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me." The man sighed, his hands slipping up her shirt. " Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

She replied with a yes, his hand slipping further up her shirt, and lifting it over her head, tossing it to the floor. It was as if his mouth was latched to her, he seemed to finding absolute pleasure in pleasuring her.

She felt so good. He felt so good. Even though they hadn't even really started, the touch of them both to eachother felt electrifying.

His hands cupped her breasts, his kissed moving to her neck, to her collerbone, to her chest using his tounge to swirl around her nipples, getting more and more turned on with every short gasp, moan and whimper as her hands reached for his belt undoing quickly, his trousers falling down.

He was already hard, a little bit of pre-cum already coming through a bit. He kept latched to her, groaning once again as she stroked over his boxers, trailing her hand down, but not doing anything yet.

"Yeri, don't be a tease." His voice came, kissing along her jaw, his hands massaging her breasts . "Be good for me and get on your knees, will you?"

She did not need to be told twice, sinking down to her knees and running her hand along his waistband, before pulling it down.