Convergence

Part 2 : chapter 11

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"Wait, Satoru..." Utahime murmured between his eager, breathless kisses.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, pausing. "Did I do something...?"

"No... it's just..." She hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly against his sleeve. "Before we go any further... I need to know what we are."

"What we are?" he repeated, blinking. "I mean... we're exorcists?"

"No, not that!" she said quickly, flustered. "I mean us. Our relationship."

Satoru stilled, lifting himself slightly above her.

"...Are we a couple?" she asked, her voice quieter now.

For a moment, he simply stared at her, as if the question itself were unfamiliar. As if no one had ever asked him that before—or perhaps he had never thought about it seriously.

"I don't really see friends doing what we're doing," he said at last. "I mean... maybe they could, but then that would mean you could do this with other people, and..." He frowned. "I don't like that."

Utahime blinked.

"So... we're a couple?"

"...I guess so," he replied, tilting his head. "But what do couples actually do?"

Utahime stared at him.

He wasn't joking.

There was something strangely innocent in his expression—an almost disarming ignorance that felt at odds with the situation. As if no one had ever explained these things to him. As if, somehow, he had grown up without ever witnessing something as simple as love.

The Gojo clan wasn't exactly known for warmth.

Or affection.

"...Well," she said slowly, "couples spend time together. They go out, hold hands... call each other... give gifts sometimes. And, well... kiss."

Satoru nodded thoughtfully.

"Give me your phone."

"...What?"

"Your phone."

Still confused, Utahime rummaged through her bag and handed it to him.

"Let's see..." he muttered, scrolling. "G... O... J... O..." He paused. "Wait. You didn't even save my number?! That's unbelievable."

Utahime lowered her gaze, embarrassed.

"...There," he said after a moment. "I added myself to your favourites. From now on, if anything happens, you call me first. Because I'm your boyfriend."

He handed the phone back to her.

Utahime glanced at the screen—and nearly choked.

"The Honoured Boyfriend (?) "

"...Isn't that a bit much?"

"Not at all."

"Give me your phone."

"No need," he said smugly. "I already saved your number."

"Give it anyway."

Before she could react, he darted away, bouncing around the room with ridiculous agility.