FEVER (SatoSugu)

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AN: some people were asking how old Suguru and Satoru are, I didn't realize i hadn't specified, they're in colleage! Satoru is 22 and Suguru is 23.

Ngl this chapter was a bit rushed ("we can tell" they all say in unison), I didn't get a beta read for this so please feel free to point out any mistakes I might've made!

Sugu:

Dude, I have this super important meeting this week

Yaga got me in contact with a recruiter

I hate to say it, but I need some advice, and my teammates are not supposed to know about this.

Long story

Thoughts?

"Sugu" linked an image

Toru

Oh my god what the hell are you wearing

Sugu

A suit? I thought it looked good

Toru

When is this?

Sugu

Three days

Is it that bad?

Toru

Put on another pair of pants I'm picking you up in five

Sugu

What? Why?

Toru

I'm taking you shopping

❄️

Minutes later, Satoru knocked on the door, making a face when it got attended. -Great, you're still wearing that.

Suguru huffed, considering slamming the door closed on Satoru's face. -You didn't give me much of a heads up. Listen, Satoru, I appreciate what you're doing, (even if you're being unnecessarily mean) but I can't really afford these types of clothes now...

-I didn't ask you if you could afford it. I told you to get changed and that I'm taking you to the mall.- Satoru lowered his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose to look directly into Suguru's eyes. -Go change, I'll wait for you in the car.

Suguru shook his head in awe, a single word away from dropping his jaw open. He couldn't tell if Satoru was mad at him. What for? He wouldn't test it.

-Go!- Satoru yelled, now opening the door to his car, shoo-ing Suguru with his hand, who cowered hurriedly inside his house and into his closet.

Suguru rolled his eyes, throwing the suit jacket and button up shirt somewhere on his bed. He quickly changed into something simpler, relief washing over him when he finally shook off those annoyingly tight pair of pants, replacing them with loose fitted sweats. Before leaving, he did a quick fix-up of his hair in the mirror. Looking at the rest of him, Suguru felt much more like himself in the all-black outfit. Maybe Satoru was right about the suit.

Of course I'm right, he could already hear him in his head.

-There you are.- Satoru shamelessly eyed Suguru up and down, leaning over the passenger's seat and opening the door.