polar opposites [satosugu]

*~ hoodie ~*

*SUGURU'S POV*

Sleeping with Satoru wasn't terrible, I'll admit. I say that because I like his presence, not because he's actually nice to sleep next to. He kicks in his sleep, so that was really fucking annoying.

At the very least though, he didn't steal any blankets, so that was nice. We didn't like cuddle or anything, I would've thrown him over the edge if he had tried that. Although, at some points during the night our legs did tangle together.

We're out right now, and for a while when I'm with him I actually forget about his fame. Well, that is— until I'm brought back to the harsh reality that he is who he is. It's no secret to him that paparazzi and fans seriously piss me off, so I've started demanding that he wear a hoodie or something so he can hide his most noticeable feature, his hair.

Unfortunately for me, I seem to forget that I live with a total dumbass, who forgot that the point of me asking him to wear a hoodie is to actually put on the hood. Crazy idea, right? Whenever we go out, the question of "Are you two dating?" has started becoming more and more frequent. We don't even look like a couple.

Speak of the devil, here is some paparazzi headed our way, obviously about to ask the question. I can tell from the way they're looking at me.

"Gojo Satoru! Is this man your partner?" The dude behind the camera says to him.

"My partner? Yeah he's my partner!"

"Satoru... he doesn't mean partner in a friendly way. He's asking if we're dating." He gasps and covers his mouth, like he's preventing himself from making this worse.

"No! He's just my best friend!" He says. Best friend, huh? I almost wanna argue with that statement. Shoko was my best friend, my only friend. So now that she's gone... I guess Satoru is now technically my "best friend" or whatever.

He has such a sweet tooth. Half the time, our little "dates" (as he calls them) are just desserts. Around here though, we cant ever get a moment of peace. If only he would pull up his goddamn hood like I've told him to about a million times!

"Jesus Christ, can you back off for 10 minutes?" I snap at the crowd. A few go silent but there are still like 5 people talking over each other. I've snapped plenty of times before, Satoru doesn't get angry at me or anything. I think he actually appreciates it. He can't say anything himself, it'd ruin his reputation.

Since no one ever listens (why would they), I stand up from my seat, ready to leave.

"Heyyyy, what about your ice creammm?" Satoru whines.

"You can have it, I don't care." At that, he snatches it up and gobbles up that shit like he'll die if he doesn't eat it in 2 seconds. He then tosses it in the trash can behind him and stands up with me.

I laugh quietly and his eyes snap up to meet mine and he smiles slightly. He does that every time I laugh. I just smile at him and we walk out, ignoring the creeps following. I think I even saw one girl digging in the trash for that paper ice cream bowl he ate out of... (ew.)

We hurry back to campus, almost running. He almost trips a few times but I just laugh and grab his arm to pull him up so we can escape the flashing lights. Campus is the only place they can't follow. Partially why one of our favorite hangout spots is on a bench in the courtyard, because there aren't many people to see us.

We sit on our usual bench in the courtyard, it's become "our spot" between us. I pull his hood over his head and run my fingers through his hair underneath the fabric to tuck in his visible white hairs. I thought he might swat me away but he just smiled and let me. I lean back on the bench, my arms resting on the back of it. He sits back too, his neck almost touching my arm. He then puts his arm around me.

I've discovered that despite being a little socially awkward and a bit of an asshole to people he isn't extremely fond of (though he's forced to stay quiet most of the time), his love language is physical touch. He is mostly always touching me in some way. Whether it's an elbow on my shoulder, an arm around me, his leg over mine when we're sitting together, and just stuff like that. He's super clingy, and I don't mind one bit. I think it's endearing.

I lean on his shoulder and he goes on another rant about Digimon. He's such a nerd... He's so cute when he gets all passionate about this. I just nod and pretend like I know what the hell he's talking about.

I feel so much closer to him than I had ever intended on getting. Everything that I had previously hated about him is becoming bearable. I hated the way he was so backhanded with his words, but now I think it's funny seeing how clueless he is when someone gets upset over something he thinks was totally acceptable.

He's a judgmental little brat, he's lucky I'm just as judgmental.

"Do you think I could take that guy in a fight?" He gestures to someone who is clearly a gym bro.

"That guy? No way."

"Why not?"

"Give me one good reason you think you even stand a chance against him." I ask, eager to hear his reasoning that totally isn't true.

"Hey I go to the gym sometimes!"

"I never said you didn't, but that guy totally goes way more than you! Your once a week 20 minute workout sessions aren't doing shit to him."

"Wooow you think so low of me! I could have a sleeper build and you'd have no idea. I think that guy should take a break from the gym."

"Satoru, you're skinny. And seriously, it's doing nothing for him. No one thinks that much muscle is attractive."

"Maybe he's not doing it to be attractive! Maybe it's for himself!"

"If it is to be attractive it's definitely not working."

"Hehehehehe, right maybe he should consider different choices."

"Who in their right mind would do all that when there's no point? He's probably like 22 who the hell are his enemies the mafia?" At this point the dude is long gone and we're just judging him based on the 15 second look we got of him.

I look over at Satoru again, he's practically itching pull his hood back off. I can see him about to do it too! He very slowly starts reaching his hand up and I grab his wrist to stop it. "Seriously? You're gonna attract the fangirls who are on campus and then we'd have to go back to the dorm. I like sitting out here with you so please don't do that."

I almost immediately regret my word choice because he gives me a look that's almost like "You like sitting with me?" like that wasn't really damn obvious by now. Is he still under the impression that I don't like him? He's wrong.

I mean, no way he thinks I still don't like him after we spent like an hour playing blackjack last night, slept together, spent the day today walking around before going to get ice cream, and just treat him like I would any friend.

"Hello? Why're you looking at me like that Satoru?"

"You admitted you like spending time with me! Awww how sweet of you!" Goddamn it, of course he knew, he just was happy to hear me say it aloud.

"Are you seriously teasing me for liking sitting with you?"

"You're so sweeeeeet Suguru, who knew you were such a sap? Hehe." Literally all I said was that I like sitting with him. He's trying to get under my skin, way to ruin the moment dude.

He leans on my shoulder, his right arm around me and his left hand between his legs gripping the edge of the bench like he's trying to stay balanced or something. He's so cute. He masked it with teasing, but I think he really was happy to hear me say that I like to spend time with him.

...

Maybe it's time I stop dancing around this subject.

I think I may be developing romantic feelings for Satoru Gojo.