The CEO's Contract (gojo x oc)

Side Story 1

"I'm abandoned, the saddest man in this world." Satoru cried out, adding a quiver to his voice for the dramatics. "Even as I bravely face death my boyfriend still refuses to acknowledge me." 

Kenjiro stayed seated on the bed, both of his arms held up slightly to avoid spilling its contents onto a very sick, very pale and red nosed Satoru crying into his lap. On one hand was the empty bowl he'd used to hold the porridge, while the other holds a smaller bowl half filled with cold water and a used cloth hanging from its sides. 

"I just need to go do the dishes-"

"Even dirty plates are more important to you!" Satoru erupted, his voice muffled into Kenjiro's shirt as the man buried his face deeper. He had his arms wrapped around Rin's waist, keeping the smaller male from escaping as Satoru continued to sniffle away his complaints. 

"Get up. It's your fault for scaring me like that." Kenjiro tried to move again, wiggling on the bed to see if he could feel any weak spot in Satoru's hold. It was currently three in the afternoon in their shared penthouse. Four months into their relationship and Satoru had bought a separate place for Suguru to live. "For your own peace of mind" Satoru had assured, slamming the door in his best friend's face and picking Rin up for a very wholesome kissing session afterwards. 

They still haven't gotten past third base. 

After a while Kenjiro had even become immune to the media's attention whenever he was to show himself in public. Unlike his boyfriend who struts and announces his presence wherever he went with his bright white hair and signature sunglasses Kenjiro had stuck to his mundane clothing and low dipped caps. Only ever out dressing Satoru when it came to official events or his modeling career. 

Kenjiro was in the middle of one of his shoots just this morning when his phone had rung. Inumaki, having picked it up in his steed had informed him their personal doctor Shoko had been sent to the penthouse. Thinking something was wrong Kenjiro had ran out of the studio mid shoot still in his high heels and designer suit. 

Inumaki had used one of Rin's credit card to cover all the expenses and managed to call the driver up front by the time Kenjiro had reached the ground floor. Ignoring all the flashing lights from cameras around him (without having a clue how fast they managed to get there) Kenjiro had jumped in, yelled at Mechamaru to drive and arrived back at the penthouse in seconds. 

Just to see Shoko lighting up a cigarette while Satoru had a glass of wine lifted halfway up to his face, his whole body wrapped in a blanket. The two of them sat on the bed with a pile of UNO cards scattered in between them, clearly in the middle of a game. Mechamaru held the door opened as Kenjiro kicked Shoko out with her purse and wrestled Satoru back into sleeping position on the bed. 

Forcing him to eat the bland porridge and demanding him to be still while Rin wiped his sweaty sick body down. 

Which led them to the present.

"Satoru!" Kenjiro scolded, pushing against the arms and almost succeeding only for Satoru to yank him back into his hold. Kenjiro let out a high pitch shriek when the body of water almost dropped on him, some droplets splattering onto his expensive suit. 

"You've been at work all day." 

"Obviously. Only one of us is sick, why would I stay home?" 

A sad mumbled response came which Kenjiro failed to hear and he sighed, bending down only to put the dangerous bowls on the ground before tapping Satoru's arm. 

"Satoru." Rin called, receiving no response and he sighed again, not being able to help the small smile that crept onto his face. 

Rin combed a hand through Satoru's hair gently, trailing his hand down until it came to cup the man on his jaw and he could see Satoru's shoulders slumping in relief when Rin started to rub his thumb against the back of his neck.