Arrogant hearts [ 傲慢な心 ] : Gojo Satoru

Chapter 29

The next morning, it was late enough when you woke up. Your body was covered in a comfortable cotton shirt he buttoned up on you after last night's activities. You lazily turned your head to see his snow white lashes caressing his cheeks. Soft locks of hair messy all over the pillow. Lips pink and swollen. High nose and sharp jaw inviting you to touch him. Touch your boyfriend.

"Can't get enough?" His voice was husky, low, sexy.

"Will you feel good if I say that?" you smiled slightly, pushing his hair back gently.

"My day's already been made. I saw my girlfriend's pretty face the first thing today"

Your smile widened when he pulled you closer. "Hmm... thank you" you whispered.

"I'm such a lucky boyfriend" he whispered smugly, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"I'm a lucky girlfriend" you hugged him back.

"What are you making?" you asked after coming out of his luxurious bathroom. Smelling all like him. Your wet hair dripped onto the white towel that was on your shoulder, collecting the water from making a mess on his clothes.

He had his back towards you till he heard your voice. Back that was decorated by red crescent marks, making you wince in guilt. "Waffles, I'm done" he showed you the two plates of waffles, chocolate sauce drizzled over them like hearts. Small mountains of whipping cream rested on the corner with strawberries, bananas and blueberries.

"Woah, they look so cute" you smiled "how much is this handsome chef for lifetime?"

"Uh... for you, miss, thousand kisses everyday" he gently held a few strands of your wet hair.

"Too expensive" you squint your eyes when he wrapped the towel which was covering your shoulders around your head and twisted it.

"What about a hundred then?" he turned you around, pulling you back against his body before starting to dry your hair.

"Still too much"

"What a stingy little miss, I won't go under that. It's not just the handsomeness, you know? The hard work to make the plate pretty and all the love I put in the food"

"All the love, huh? I'm scared to try it now"

"Because my love is strong like I am?" you could feel his smirk by the way he talked.

"maaaaybe"

"You are lying and being obvious about it... hurts me, y'know?" He turned your face to look at him "then what if you... keep me as your chef? For free... but I want a kiss every morning I wake up and night before going to sleep"

"Are you implying something?" you squint your eyes at him. Was it normal that you get flashbacks from the night before when he's close? When you can smell him?

"Ever thought about marriage?"

"Huh?"

"Hmm, let me simplify, Ms. stingy... when two people really really really love each other, they do this thing called marrying" he taught you, in a mocking playful manner.

"I know what marriage is, Satoru... what I mean is-"

His phone rudely interrupted the moment, making him groan softly "hold that thought sweetheart" He pecked your lips before grabbing his phone from the counter and checking it. And as he thought, it was an important phone call. Anyone who knows him would never call him at this time in the day unless it's an emergency. Especially since he took a day off. He took a day off for you too, he thought it was very convenient that he and you work in the same place. So he could just send one text to Yaga saying him and his assistant teacher went out drinking and can't come to school tomorrow, even though it was a very obvious lie and Yaga knows he doesn't drink, Principle Yaga can catch the drift, right?

You could hear him complaining about something as he walked over to the living room. Complaining, but not the way he complains about things to you. He was talking in a stern voice. The coldness and annoyance was apparent. Even though you did know it's rude to listen in, you couldn't help but try to strain your ear. It didn't work well with the howling wind that came from the opened balcony door. So you decided to be a good girl and wear something since the towel covering you was already so damp. after wearing another one of his big T-shirts, you came back to the kitchen to sneak a strawberry from the breakfast he decorated with love.

"I have to go to Kyoto" Satoru came into the kitchen soon after, he hugged you from behind. "So annoying" he rested his face on the crook of your neck.

"What's wrong?"

"No one can do anything without me, I guess" he whispered, the cockiness in his sentence was toned down with the softness. "What do you do to annoying people who persistently try to get you close to them because it benefits them?"

"hmm... Oddly specific... well, I try my best to ignore them... but, don't take the coward's way out?" you didn't even know what you were spouting. What if it's another girl? But if it is-

"My family, they want to meet up with me" his soft whisper to your ear made your breath hitch.

Satoru's family was something you didn't really know much about. The only thing you knew was that his parents were respected since they blessed the world with him. And now, he was the clan head. Anything that happens to them is his responsibility. Besides, they are his parents, no matter what. "Go on then, probably for something important"

"My family isn't as close as your one"

"But you are the clan head, right?"

"Yeah, they are asking for the clan head, not for their son" Satoru's words were emotionless.

"Maybe... they miss you?" you whispered.

"As if!" he smirked, but you felt the stillness, the grip around your stomach tightening just a tiny bit. "Sorry for dumping family drama on to you"

"No, no... I'm glad you told me so" you turned around and cupped his face. "Go and come back to be my boyfriend"

"Sounds like a good deal, and what do I get?" he smiled, nuzzling onto your palm.

"Thousand kisses?"

"You had me at thousand" he looked away for a few seconds.

You wish you had the superpower to read minds. To help him, to make him feel loved, to show how much you loved him.

"Come with me... to Kyoto" he looked into your eyes. "It'll be a small trip, for a few days..."

But you'd never get enough of his ability to surprise you over and over again. "What? Are you sure about that? Your parents soun-"

He pecked your lips to shut you off. "I am the clan head, remember?" he smiled. "It'll be our little trip, I wasn't planning to sleep in my home anyway... think of it as our sugarmoon"

"Sugarmoon?"

"Honey can be made from sugar. What's before honey? Sugar... so a little romantic escapade before getting married should be called sugarmoon"

"Sugarmoon" your laugh was honey to his ears.

"Like it?"

"Sounds sweet"