Rika’s random Bullshit

Missions can be all sorts of things. From boring and very drawn out; to the fun ones that go by too quick for your liking; to the extremely exhausting kind that leave you feeling like a shell of a human.

Unfortunately, for you, the last few missions you've been to have ended up draining you and your team more than they should. Short breaks. Then another mission. And another. And another. Because someone needed a Tenno's help - (Everyone always needs a Tenno's help, you think briefly, bitterly, to yourself. Which, in hindsight, is true.) - so you'd rest when you could, then off you went to wherever you were needed. Never given enough time to recover.

So it went, one after another, with only a few hours to catch a breath if you were lucky. At some point it was started to wear you down big time. You should be used to it at this point; you're not. Neither are you sure if you ever would.

Yes, someone has to step up, but there's others to do the job – you've seen them, you know there's more than enough – so why do you have to be the one to do it? Can't someone else deal with all this? Don't you and your warframes deserve a break?

At this point you're pretty sure Ordis, or Lotus or-- Whoever's in charge right now with Lotus missing - is sending you off to as many missions as they possibly can.

Do they not know you need more rest than the warframes? Do they not realise that even as an enhanced human you, too, have needs and limits before your body inevitably gives up on you? While you might not need as long to recover as normal people would, you're very quickly running yourself into sleep debt. You're already past the burnout point; running on nothing but fumes before you collapse and take a few day nap.

You need to rest and recharge before your body forces you to.

You need tell Ordis you're done putting your well-being on the line until you feel better.

With a small groan you force your body to move, your muscles screaming at you when your feet hit the floor of the orbiter. That's all it takes for you to stumble. The wall to your right is enough to keep you from falling too far but that still doesn't help your legs from buckling under you regardless.

“Welcome back, Operator!” The moment you're properly inside the ship you hear your cephalon chime in, most likely glad you and your first ever Warframe – Excalibur - are both back in one piece. You wave up at the ceiling with a grimace and he gasps, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I trust your mission was a success?”

You manage to nod your head in response, not in the mood to be verbal. Your bones ache, stomach twists and your head is hammering – you're probably severely dehydrated as well. Great. You need put some water and food in you soon before you pass out.

Taking what you think is a short moment, you fight the increasing nausea. It is, in fact, a few long minutes instead.

Behind you, Excalibur stretches as he walks further into the ship. He's dragging his feet behind with every step – much better at hiding at just how much these things tire him out - but you know better. You know exactly what to look out for in your companion, and the fact that he still hides it? It worries you sometimes.

… No, it worries you constantly.

With groan you shake off as much numbness from your limbs as you possibly can in a few seconds. Your bones creak as you walk up behind your warframe, sighing before you wrap your arms around him tightly. You lean more weight onto him than you meant to, but he's quick to shift his balance and hold the both of you up.

"Ugh..." You vaguely acknowledge Ordis in the moment as he tells you to hydrate. "We did good today, I think." You rasp out.

And you mean it, both for his sake and yours. It was an exhausting few hours, yes, but despite the casualties you did the best you could. No need to beat yourselves up over what already happened.

Giving Excalibur another squeeze you reluctantly peel yourself away him and move to his side – he's once again quick to catch you when you stumble. When your hand comes to contact with a rough patch of armour your lips immediately tug into a deep frown.

He's covered in muck, blood, scratches and... Whatever else it might be. No matter how you look at it he's in worse shape than you are. Asides from a few cuts here and there you're mostly okay, Excalibur on the other hand? He looks like he got tied to a ground vehicle and dragged behind for a few miles.

“...Shit.” The deep ache in your chest comes back tenfold. It's your fault. “I'm sorry I got you so beaten up again. I'll do better next time.” And you mean that, too. You're his operator, you're supposed to keep him as safe as he keeps you.

The pit in your stomach only grows when the warframe eyes you silently for a few seconds, going as far as tilting your head up to get a better look at you, and-

Oh.

Oh, he's checking you for wounds too. Of course he is. He promised to keep you as safe; of course he's going to put himself and his well-being in second place.

You literally do the same things for others. You hypocrite.

Pushing his hands off your face, you take a step back to look him over properly. And maybe, just maybe, because you don't want to lean on him any more than you already have.

“Okay, uh... Are you okay? Need me to tend to any wounds or-?”

Excalibur shakes his head before you can finish asking. Instead, the fucker gives you two thumbs up. You squint at him in response.

Typical 'cali.

“Are you sure you can handle it yourself?”

This time you get a nod. And as if to assure you he's perfectly okay (which you know he isn't) he lifts his unwounded hand to pat your head reassuringly. Needless to say it has the opposite effect.

“... Yeah, no. I still want to take a look over you just to be safe." You worry your nails between your teeth and he quickly swats your hand away from your lips. Sighing, you give him a tired smile, “I know it's not that easy to actually wound you but I still worry, okay?"

He seems to ponder over your words, but before he can refuse you continue.

“Besides, I have eyes. I can see you're struggling to stand up just as much as I am, you asshole.”

You can practically see him freeze for a second, turning his head to the side in thought before he has the audacity to pat your head again. You click your tongue, annoyed.

The audacity of this bitch.

With a huff you jab an accusatory finger at his chest. You're not letting it go that easily.

“No-- Listen, I know it's technically your job to protect me – even though we had this conversation already and this is a TWO way street – but! That doesn't mean I can't make sure you're alright after a mission like this." Exasperated, you let your hands drop at your sides loudly, looking up towards the ceiling before calling out to your cephalon. Anything to not look at your warframe's face. “Ordis?”

A few seconds pass before you hear from Ordis, and you realise it's a bit odd for him to stay quiet so long. Then again, you also know he doesn't like getting in between you and your warframes. Last time he interrupted a conversation he got a good scolding from both Nidus and Follie after - at least that's what you've heard from Volt.

According to your beloved cephalon you “Tend to worry too much for those who shouldn't be worried about, himself included”.

You're still bothered by that. Warframes are your companions - you will worry regardless of whether or not they need it. Besides, you can't simply just... Stop caring. They take care of you, so why shouldn't you care for them back?

It didn't take you very long to figure out what Ordis meant.

It's because you treat them with care, worrying about them when others would not; treating them like you yourself would want to be treated. Apparently, it's not common for Tenno to care about their Warframes or Cephalons to this degree. It happens, yes, but there's also those who look down upon that. There's people treating their Warframes as nothing but weapons, and Cephalons as means of transportation, and that makes you irrationally angry. You've been around both long enough to know that they're more than just... Armour and ships.

“Yes, operator?” Ordis' voice rings out throughout the ship, catching you off guard enough to stop your thought spiral.

"How long have we been gone?" You ask, once more shifting your weight to another leg and swat Excalibur away when he tries to help you stand.

"9 hours, 42 minutes and 15 seconds, to be exact."

Oh.

10 hours. No wonder you feel like shit.

"Your readings show accelerated heart rate, delayed reaction times, and severe dehydration, operator.” He continues as you groan, knowing what comes next, “Excessive exhaustion such as this can lead to migraines, shortness of breath and, potentially, fainting spells- All of which you seem to be experiencing as we speak.” You can't argue with that. “When was the last time you ate?"

That's a stupid question. You obviously haven't eaten anything since you left, but you can't bring yourself to bark back the obvious. He sounds concerned, and you know he cares. It's not his fault the mission went haywire and you lost contact with him for majority of it.

You still can't help but shoot an annoyed look upwards, purposefully ignoring the concerned look Excalibur gives you.

"Now's not the time, Ordis. I'm trying to—"

“-I have completed a quick scan of Excalibur” And there he goes interrupting you again. “I am pleased to confirm that he is, indeed, in a perfect working condition."

"Perfect my ass!" You exclaim, now pointing up at one of his speakers. He better be grateful he doesn't have a physical form out or you'd be halfway through strangling him right this second. “Just because he's still in a working condition doesn't mean he's not wounded! Or exhausted! You better than anyone should know th-- Ah!”

You're hoisted up and into Excalibur's arms before you can finish arguing. Instantly, you reach out to cling to him, terrified of being dropped almost as much as you're scared of being carried.

"Hey! No! Put me down!” You smacking the warframe's shoulder where you're gripping onto him with both your arms. “We're worrying about you now, not me! I'm not past kicking and biting you if you don't set me down!" Your yelling goes ignored until the last sentence, and you can feel your stomach drop when he stops walking.

Slowly, the warframe looks down at you, shifting you in his arms to get a better grip on you - you're sure if he could he'd be staring you down in amusement. The head tilt almost sets your face on fire. Oh for crying out loud.

"...Shut up." You huff, reaching up to push his face away. Anything to get him to stop staring at you. He lets you avert his gaze and his entire body shakes in a silent laugh. “Stop laughing!” Unfortunately that only gets him to laugh more.

A few moments later, you're sat down onto the bed inside your personal chamber.

Excalibur stares at you for a few seconds, deep in thought, and you take that time to shake off any embarrassment from the previous exchange. It wouldn't be the first time you threatened biting and definitely not the first time you bit one of your warframes. Fortunately for them, your teeth nor your jaw are strong enough to actually hurt them. Unfortunately for you, a lot of them are into it.

As Excalibur gets his thoughts in order, you get comfortable on the bed. The aches hit harder now that you're not standing. (Oh, its bad.) Once your companion arrives at an acceptable plan of action, he lifts his hand up, motioning for you to stay where you are as he hurries off.

You immediately narrow your eyes at him. That bastard is going to take care of you while you're incapable of returning the favour.

He returns with a bottle of fresh water, a fruit of some kind that you've never seen before, and a cleaning rag. Plopping himself down onto the corner of the bed as if to not disturb you or take up too much space, he holds the bottle out towards you.

"Thanks." You sigh, taking the drink and unscrewing the top. Like a man starved you start to glug it down – were you really that thirsty? Fuck.

You're halfway through chugging when a gentle hand stops you, reaching out to rest on top of the one holding the bottle to your lips, and tugging it down. You almost choke, startled at the sudden contact, but manage to recover like a champ.

… By coughing your ass off for the next few minutes.

Great. You're so very smooth and you have it all handled together so well. Wow.

He's by your side the moment you start coughing, pulling the bottle away from you and setting it aside. By the time you're done coughing and can catch a breath, you deflate back, unintentionally leaning into his comforting back pets. Oh boy, what a day to be gay.

Straightening up as fast as your aching muscles allow you look back at him, face flushed from all the coughing (definitely the only reason why you're blushing). Once he's ensured you're okay and won't die, he nods seemingly to himself.

He grabs the bottle off the floor along with the rag he brought earlier and wets it, careful to not spill any water on the bed as he does so. You watch almost mesmerised at just how focused he gets over it, lips tugging into a gentle smile when he screws the cap back on and turns to you.

The moment he does turn, though, you look the hell away as fast as you possibly can – blush creeping its way back to your face like some kind of badly-cured cold. There's only so much your small gay heart can take in such short amount of time.

Is it hot in this room or is it just his caring nature?

If he caught you staring, he doesn't show it. Then again, it's hard to tell where he's looking without eyes, so he could've been staring at you all this time and--

'Okay, calm down' You think to yourself, exhaling a slow breath. 'No need to work yourself up over nothing.'

He did notice though, and before he can react any further than the small, dumbly adorable tilt of his head to the right, you grab the rag he just handed you. Without thinking, you throw it at him. The wet 'SLAP' of the rag hitting his face makes you both jump. You... May have put a little too much force into this than you originally intended.

That probably hurt.

The cloth slides down his face before falling down onto the bed. He doesn't move an inch. Oh, you fucked up.

Slowly you reach up, holding your hands up in defeat (and to protect yourself from a potentially incoming attack), letting out a small, nervous chuckle.

“... Sorry?” You try offering him a smile to hopefully persuade him to spare you. “You wouldn't hurt your Tenno, would you?”

That's not good enough though.

Not even close.

Before you can protest, get away, or hide, the wet rag is picked up and the favour is returned- you raised hands aren't enough to stop it. A loud shriek sounds out when the cold cloth hits your face. You suppose Ordis was right about delayed reaction speed.

“Rude!” You yell, lips tugging into a grin. Wiping your face with your sleeve you gently toss it onto the bedside table while Excalibur almost rolls off the bed losing his shit laughing at how loudly you screamed.

Excalibur raises his hand, hesitating for a second, before scooting closer and gently cupping your face. Breath hitching, you stare at him, blinking rapidly when his face moves closer to bump his forehead against yours. You hold your breath for as long as you can (few seconds). Exhaling dramatically, you press your forehead back to his, all the fight draining out of you.

As his hands move to sign an apology, he bumps the bottom part of his face to your forehead instead – right to where the rag hit you. A kiss.

Then, he leans back to give you the rag again. You sigh and start wiping him down.

"I know you don't have to but thanks for letting me take care of you. It... puts my mind at ease a bit. You're basically the only person I have apart from Ordis and the other warframes."

Excalibur turns to look at you, confused. You stare back, equally as confused.

"What? Why are you giving me that look? What'd I say?"

He tilts his head slightly. His hands move, sloppily signing out a question.

" 'Person'?" You parrot back, "I mean... Yeah? I have the fish and a kubrow that'll hatch soon but--"

He covers your mouth with his hand firmly. He signs again – slower.

Person.

"Have I never called you a person before?" You frown, reaching out to wipe his shoulders down. "Shit... I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like anything less."

The rag is getting too nasty to clean with. You set it aside, looking up at him.

"I'm not good at comfort stuff but to me you're as much a person as I am to you."

A pause. His head tilts again.

It seems to be one of those things he needs to process for a moment before he responds. After a few seconds he nods.

And before you know it, you're tugged into a hug – firm but careful not to press anywhere your body might be aching. You accept the hug, wrapping your arms around him. Exhaling deeply, you melt into his chest, and exhaustion finally starts catching up.

"Okay.” You mumble, not bothering with sounding anything but tired, “How about I make sure you're all clean, then I get something to eat, and then we can call it a night. Sounds good?"

Excalibur nods. You smile.

"Okay, good. I'm almost done so it shouldn't take too long."

The comms in the ship crackle to life and you squint upwards at the ceiling. Usually your room is off limits for Ordis unless it's a life or death situation. Sometimes, though, you request him to talk you to sleep. Sometimes.

"Operator, I have taken the liberty of heating up a meal for you. It will be ready by the time the two of you are done." You give him a tired thumbs up. "You-- oWE ME BIG TIME-- are most welcome, dear operator."

You snort, rolling your eyes fondly at the cephalon while your warframe wets the rag again. Then, with what would definitely be a smug look if he had a proper face, he leans towards you to get you to continue. He enjoys being taken care of more than he'd admit. And you, in return, are grateful that he's not as stubborn as Nidus is about being fussed over.

Nidus hates water. You've found that out very quickly when you got dunked into the bath instead of him.

A comfortable silence and armour scrub later, Ordis floats into your room with a plate on his head. You can't help but crack a smile as you wiggle your way out of Excalibur's arms – who doesn't even fully let you go, just loosens his arms enough to let you sit up and grab the plate before he snags you right back.

You pick at the food, chewing slowly while you fight the nausea from returning. For a while your partner tries to steal the fork just to feed you, but you quickly swat his hand away and ask him to let you eat. Eventually, he settles on just holding you close – arms wrapped tightly around your torso, hands resting crossed over your stomach, and his chin pressed into your shoulder. It's a nice sort of quiet. The gentle, constant hum of the ship around you the only true noise.

You eat as much as you can before you set the plate on the counter. Excalibur's body tilts with yours, his arms loosening slightly, just enough to let you know he dozed off. Carefully, you manoeuvre his arms off you, then gently lean him down onto the bed. You abandon the blanket he's laying on and instead quickly dig one out from the basket under the bed. With that, you drape it over him and crawl under it yourself.

He inhales, wrapping his arms around you to bring you back against his chest. Your temple rests on his arm, his forehead pressed to the back of your head as he curls his legs up to yours. A sigh passes through you and your eyes droop; comfortable, safe, and with the warmth of your frame behind you.

Sleep comes easily. One moment you're finally settled down, the other you're out.

Well, you don’t, and he does, as you’re simply relying on scholarship. Although whether this one ends up a failure or not… well, Suguru Geto knows you wouldn’t let that happen, which is why he’s all about teasing you whenever the group gets together. 

Do they attend? Sometimes it was just Suguru.

“Looks like they won’t be attending for the third time,” Suguru stated as he put down his bag on the chair beside you before taking a seat. You sighed, bringing a hand to your temple, rubbing it to ease the headache already forming at the moment.

“I wish I could just kick them out,” you mumbled, opening your laptop with one hand while keeping the other at your temple with your brows furrowed. 

Suguru chuckled softly, shaking his head. “The professor doesn’t like that, does he? You’ll end up being blamed for your lack of… assertion or responsibility,” he remarked, tilting his head toward the laptop to check the progress of the document.

To his surprise, it was already halfway done. He turned to you and noticed the tired look on your face; your under-eye bags were evident, and you didn’t seem as stable as you had when he first spoke to you at the start of the project.

Yet, for some reason, you looked really good like this. Your bangs framed your face, your glasses sat nicely on your cute nose, and your lips… Wait, what?

“Stop staring…” You murmured, your ears flushing slightly at the intensity of his gaze. His stare felt piercing, and it was quite close.

Suguru cleared his throat and shifted his focus back to your laptop. “Right, sorry. It’s just… You look…”

“I know,” you replied, letting out a sigh as you pushed your laptop closer to him. “Don’t mind me. Could you finish the rest?” Suguru simply nodded, feeling a bit guilty for not attending the second meeting. Thankfully, he had done his part at home based on the message you sent, so transferring the information he knew to the document was smooth and easy. Since finals were just around the corner and you still had to deal with your two groupmates, you both decided to discuss the remaining details of the project.

It really wasn’t so bad. Talking with Suguru was enjoyable, especially when he wasn’t teasing you for being strict and “timid”. Although you didn’t say much, as you weren't very talkative, you managed to contribute a significant amount of information about the project. Suguru also provided valuable insights. By the time you finished, you both had a good understanding of the project and decided to meet up again after you’d convinced your two group members to attend.

Well, you should have expected it. It has been a week since you tried convincing them to participate, and while they did attend a few times, they’d just leave after a while with barely any use. 

You were at your wits' end, trying to keep up with stress and studying for your other subjects, and you don’t think you’ll be able to keep holding it in. Thankfully, your professors didn’t give a lot of activities this time around, so aside from studying, you'd get some fresh air every once in a while.

“Your professor put you in a tough spot, huh?” Nobara asked as she munched on her sandwich. Yuji, who had just arrived, sat next to you while carrying two iced coffees, Megumi following behind and sitting beside Nobara.

“Weren't you ranting about how useless your groupmates were in your IG notes?” Yuji snickered, handing you the iced coffee you requested. A sigh escaped your lips, pouting a little as you leaned your head against Megumi's shoulder, who was already used to the physical touch.

“Yeah… even Suguru just attends whenever he wants, so I'm sometimes left alone handling the freeloaders.” You huffed as you grabbed your coffee and took a sip of it. Though the mention of Suguru's name sparked Nobara's interest.

“Swuguru? Ash in tat pwopular senior in your dwepartmwent?” She asked with food still in her mouth, muffling all her words. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Don't eat with your mouth full.” You scolded as you straightened your posture. “Anyway, yeah. I was paired with him too.”

“Woah?! Really?! Isn't he likeee, Gojo-san's best friend? They're both really famous in Nobara's department!” Yuji exclaimed with such enthusiasm.

“They're famous in the university. Not just in any department.” Megumi said, ruffling your hair that was on his shoulder. You didn't bother lifting your head up, nor did you really mind. You did take care of the two boys, after all, especially whenever they went into your house to play with Nobara, your little sister.

“Hmp. That Satoru guy is pretty famous when it comes to flirting with women. They're the partygoers of the seniors, right? Don't get involved with them, brother.” Nobara said as he huffed, stealing Yuji's coffee, who yelped and tried to reclaim it.

“But Suguru's his type,” Megumi stated. You gasped at the assumption (not so much) and stared at Megumi as if he had just offended you. He merely shrugged. 

“That's not—”

“Even if he is your type!” Nobara scolded, pointing at you accusingly before taking a sip of Yuji's coffee.

“Talking about parties, didn't Maki invite us to a party tonight? I don't know whose, though.” Yuji said with a shrug. 

“Really?! Let's go then! I just bought a new outfit, you know? I'm going to show off!” Nobara proudly stated, her face sparkling at the idea of posting another ton of pictures on IG with her new outfit.

“I still have a lot of assignments to finish, so I can't come. What about you?” Megumi asked as he turned to you, and you merely hummed. You planned to have a late-night movie in your apartment tonight, but it seems you'll have to postpone it. You haven't gone out in a while, haven't gotten a good time either.

“I'll go.” You nodded.

“Alright! I'll go too! We can contact Megumi if we all end up getting drunk!” Yuji exclaimed with a thumbs-up. Megumi sighed, facepalming as he realized that whether he likes it or not, he'll end up entering that hell of a party…

“Suguuuruuuu!” Satoru called, wrapping an arm around the long-haired boy's shoulder, who sat on the stool by the counter, a whiskey in his fingers. 

“Satoru.” Suguru sighed. “What now?”

“Mhm, what're you doing over here? I invited you here to have some fun, you know.” He sighed, taking a seat beside him and asking for a sweet drink. 

“You could've just invited your fangirls,” Suguru replied as he took a sip of his whiskey. Satoru chuckled at his reply before nudging him.

“Hey, your groupmate is here.” Satoru grinned, yet Suguru only rolled his eyes. 

“My groupmate? They’re a bunch of freeloaders. Couldn't care less about any of them.” Suguru shrugged as he turned to face him. “Your birthday isn't here yet, so what's up with the party?”

Satoru patted his back with a wide grin. “Because the final's around the corner! It ain't bad trying to make sure everyone's not going crazy with their studies, no?” 

“Making it sound like you're doing a good deed, huh?” Suguru snickered before asking for another shot the moment the bartender gave Satoru his drink.

Satoru laughed. “Anyway, I'm talking about that 'timid' guy. The nerd?” 

His words made Suguru's attention spark, turning to him before glancing around behind them. “Where?” He asked. He didn't even bother hiding his interest.

“Heh. I knew it. You're into him!” Satoru chuckled.

“Who's into who?” Shoko asked as she appeared behind them, placing a hand on Suguru's shoulder.

“Suguru! He's into the timid nerd of his department.” Satoru stated, and Suguru sighed. 

“How'd you even come up with that idea?” Suguru asked, taking a sip of his non-alcoholic beverage while Shoko sat in the other empty space beside Suguru.

Satoru rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. “I noticed. You always end up staring at him whenever you guys come across each other, you know? Like how your gaze instantly falls upon him or how your attention span immediately turns to him the moment you hear his name! You've been pining for him for weeks!” Satoru proudly stated as if he had just made the wildest discovery in the whole world.

“Hmm. MC?” Shoko asked, gesturing for the bartender to whip up something for her. “Hate to break it to you, but doesn’t he sleep around?”

“Eh?” 

“What?”

The two men turned their heads to Shoko in shock, eyes wide and mouths agape. Well, it shouldn’t be that surprising, but you were a timid guy—well, at least you appeared to be one—so they never had the impression of you sleeping around. 

“Are you for real? Likeeee, for for real real?” Satoru asked, blinking several times as if this was just a dream. Although he should be scratching his ears instead of blinking from what he heard.

“Why so surprised?” You popped up from behind them and asked, a playful grin on your face. “Everyone’s got a little secret, right?”

The trio turned their heads to you, surprise evident in their eyes. Satoru cleared his throat, his hand playfully patting Suguru on the back as he downed his drink in one go. “My ladies need me, eh? I’ll leave my best friend to you, man!” He winked at you, a cheeky glint in his eye, before slipping away into the crowd.

Shoko offered you a warm smile, standing up and grabbing her glass. “See you, man.” She followed Satoru, leaving you and Suguru at the table.

You slipped into the seat next to Suguru, who signaled to the bartender for your drink, his face still a bit flushed. You glanced over at him. He was staring at you with a mix of curiosity and something else, maybe surprise. It felt like there was no point in hiding what you saw in his eyes anymore.

“So much for participation,” you sighed, propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin in your palm, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“How many times did you attend the group meeting? I sure do hope you counted, seeing as you’re spending your time away here,” you teased, your smile playful yet a bit exasperated.

Suguru’s cheeks turned a shade redder as he fumbled for words. It was his first time seeing you like this. “No, ah, I don’t go here often—”

“Well, you’re here now,” you replied as the bartender slid your drink toward you. Taking a sip, you raised your gaze, locking eyes with Suguru. Without your glasses covering your eyes, he found it hard to look away, captivated by the warmth and depth in your irises.

“Satoru invited me. It’s his party,” Suguru said, trying to sound casual as he took a sip of his own drink, but you could sense the nervous energy buzzing from him. “Why’re you here anyway?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“To get some air,” you replied, a hum escaping you as you absorbed the bitter aftertaste of the drink Suguru had chosen for you. “Thanks,” you remarked.

“Yeah…” Suguru nodded and cleared his throat. “So… it’s true?” he asked, suddenly recalling Shoko’s words. Now that he looked at you more closely, under the colorful yet dim lights of the bar, he could clearly see the different energy you had.

“I can’t believe this is the same timid guy,” Suguru chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you do this often? Sleep around, I mean.”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “Just when I’m overwhelmed.” You huffed and began to drink the rest of your alcohol.

“Because of your groupmates?” he asked. You nodded and momentarily looked away from him, leaning over the counter with your arms crossed.

“Don’t make it sound like you’re not a part of it,” you scoffed, a small pout forming on your lips—the habit you’d had since you were little. Suguru noticed, mainly because it made you look especially cute… and kissable.

Suguru found himself staring at your lips for a moment before turning his gaze back to meet yours. “I am?” he stated casually, a grin finally forming on his lips as his nervousness began to subside, replaced by his usual teasing attitude.

“Yes, you are,” you sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. If Suguru didn't know better, he’d have thought you were naturally seductive, but that wasn't the case. With your back arched against the counter, your plump lips slightly parted in a smile, and your eyes meeting his with such intensity and warmth, you looked captivating.

“Well, should I make it up to you?” Suguru asked as he leaned closer, placing a hand on the edge of the stool behind you. He could smell your sweet scent, reminiscent of rich caramel and vanilla, from how close you were.

Suguru was never one to sleep with people—he only did so on very rare occasions. But somehow, this felt like one of those occasions.

“I don’t sleep with the same guy twice,” you murmured, tilting his chin up until your faces were only inches apart. Your gaze lingered on his lips as a faint smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. “You sure you want to?”

“I’d like to find out what this so-called timid guy can do,” Suguru replied, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

“They’re just rumors,” you said with a quiet sigh. “I’m not timid—just quiet.”

Before he could answer, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a slow, deliberate kiss. The moment your tongue brushed against his, Suguru’s eyes widened—not at your boldness, but at the cool metal piercing nestled against it.

Recovering almost instantly, he slid a hand to the back of your head and deepened the kiss, drawing you closer with quiet confidence. A soft whimper escaped your lips before you finally pulled away, wearing a satisfied grin as you looked up at him.

“So,” you murmured, giving his bottom lip a playful nip, “want to get out of here?”

A low hum rumbled from his throat. “Yeah.” He lingered for another second before stepping back. “Alright, timid boy.”

You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated sigh, slipping your hand into the one he offered. “I’m not timid, you prick.”

Suguru only laughed, intertwining your fingers as he led you toward the exit. It was an act you never thought you’d receive from the man.

Suguru backed you into the hotel room, his lips already claiming yours the moment the door clicked shut. The kiss was slow at first, then deepened as his tongue brushed against yours while his hands moved to unbuckle his belt. Your arms looped around his neck instinctively, a shiver running through you as his tongue continuously clashed with yours.

He finally broke the kiss with a quiet breath, his forehead resting against yours for a fleeting moment before he caught your lower lip between his teeth in a teasing nip. His fingers found your belt next, undoing it with practiced ease.

“You’ve had the piercing this whole time?” he asked, his thumb brushing across your lips before guiding you gently onto the edge of the bed.

“Got it four months ago,” you replied, leaning forward to press a trail of light kisses along his neck as your fingers worked open the buttons of his shirt.

“Hm.” Suguru shrugged the loosened fabric from his shoulders, a curious smile tugging at his lips. “Worth it?”

You chuckled softly. “I’d say so.”

He laughed under his breath, slipping out of the rest of his clothes as you helped peel his shirt away, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“Don't you like it?” you asked as you stuck your long tongue out, wet and hot, the piercing on your tongue lying cool and sensual. Suguru never thought he'd find a tongue piercing hot.

He pressed his thumb against your tongue, and you broke eye contact, your gaze falling to his toned body. Big chest you could smother your face in, arms that could lay you in a headlock—well, everything beneath those clothes was big. You had never really noticed.

“Eyes up here,” Suguru murmured before shoving two fingers into your mouth, catching you by surprise. You choked slightly before regaining your composure, your tongue swirling around and sucking on his fingers.

“Good boy,” he whispered, his voice rough and deep. God, that voice was going to drive you fucking crazy. It was enough to have your blood running down on your dick, throbbing painfully in your underwear. Even that nickname has you trembling already.

You whimpered against his fingers, tongue lapping up the saliva before he pulled it out. He slid his hand into your underwear, fingers prodding your hole before gently pushing a finger in. You groaned, hands moving up to grip his shoulders. 

“I'll try… to be gentle,” he said softly before pressing his lips against yours, his other hand pulling down your underwear all the way down. With his other hand, he spread your legs open and settled between them. However, contrary to his words…

SHLICK!

“HnnngHhh?!” 

He was not gentle at all. 

Well, if Satoru was rumored to be the sex god, then what of his best friend? Surely, Suguru wasn't as poorly experienced, and boy, you were right.

“Fffuck?! Y-you said— hhAaah! Hnggaah!~” 

Pleasure and pain wreaked indescribable chaos throughout your body. With the roughness of a ravenous beast, which contrasted heavily with his earlier demeanor, he finally shoved two fingers right past your ring of muscle, constantly hitting your prostate at every thrust.

“Haha… sorry. I did say I’ll try…” 

You weren’t even trying, you sick prick!

Suguru smiled when he said that, lifting your other leg up to his shoulder, wherein he began to nuzzle his nose into your leg, nibbling on the soft, supple skin of yours. 

Fuck. No way. It's too much. Why is he sooooo fucking good? How can he keep his balance in this position? 

You can't even control the volume of the moans that spill from your mouth. Every deep thrust pushes out a loud moan, a whimper, and a yelp all at once. He just pushes his two fingers deeper… and deeper… and deeper into your sweet spot, abusing it as if he knew nothing besides that bundle of nerves. 

“Suguuuuruuu!” You whimpered, your back arching as your eyes rolled back. No one has ever brought you in this state of pleasure, nor have you ever heard yourself in this pitch before. But with how he's circling the tips of his fingers around your sweet spot, you'll be hearing new things from yourself soon. 

“More?” Suguru grinned, nibbling on your bottom lip before shoving a third finger. Now, all three fingers stretch you wide, shoving in and out of your wet and tight hole.

“Too muchhh..! Fffuck! Fuck! Sugu—Hnngmfff~!” You mewled, your fingers slipping from his shoulders. You grip the bedsheets, drool escaping past your lips and sliding down your chin. Your moans and the wet sound of his fingers shoving in and out of your hole—SQUELCH— were the only thing he could hear.

“Cum— Cumming…! I'm—Hngh?!” You gasped the moment Suguru pulled out his fingers. Your head snapped down, a whine escaping your lips, but it was immediately replaced with a gulp the moment you saw him pull out his throbbing cock from his underwear.

His cock, standing straight and tall, pink like a rose at his glistening tip, slapped against your thigh heavily from its sheer weight, girth, and length. 

“No way…” You gasped, covering your face with your mouth as you questioned your decisions. Fuck. He was big. You've never had someone like his cock fuck you before.

“Oh, come on,” Suguru purred. “I'm sure my timid boy can take it, hm? You've done it plenty of times before.” His words were mocking, but it just made your dick twitch because of how rough and deep his voice was. 

“Never had one as big as yours…” You huffed as Suguru grabbed your wrist and removed it from your face. Your cheeks were red, your eyes on the brink of tears, and your lips wet with drool. 

“...Damn it.” Suguru cursed, his cock throbbing hot against your bare thighs. Pushing down the aching desire to shove his cock inside, he pulled back and manhandled you on your stomach, raising your hips as he knelt down behind you. 

“W-wait. What are you doing— Hngggh–!” You gasped the moment Suguru spread your cheeks and kissed your puckering hole. His tongue slid around your rim before pushing his tongue inside, making you whimper as you gripped the bedsheets.

SLURP!

“Mnnfh—! Hnn~!”

His tongue prodded your insides, swirling his tongue around, pressing sloppy kisses against your rim, and eating you out messily like a hungry man who hasn’t eaten for days. Even his tongue was a work of art as it shoved deep inside, savoring the taste of your pulsing, warm hole, leaking slick and his saliva. It was sloppy, creamy, and just a few strokes of his tongue, you were already close to cumming again, but it was never enough.

“P-pweaaasee…” You pleaded, shifting a hand behind you as you tried to push Suguru’s head away. You can’t take it anymore. You wanted to cum already. It wasn’t enough. Your dick was throbbing, already so close, but Suguru always kept you on edge, stopping the moment you were about to hit your release.

“Swuguruu…” Your voice was muffled against the pillow, back arched and legs spread as Suguru finally pulled out, giving you mercy. He plunged two fingers in your sloppy hole, spreading it before spitting on it, making you whimper.

You never imagine you’d have sex like this, covered in sweat and spit, and soon in cum. As Suguru’s fingers stretched you just a little more for his cock, he began to unbutton the front of your shirt, pulling your top off your body. His eyes widened, however, at the ink tattooed on your back—a large angel wing that covered your back, connected to a spine tattoo with intricate details he couldn’t care less to decipher, if it had a meaning. Oh boy, you’re truly full of surprises, aren't you? He was so focused on trying to fuck you that he never noticed.

“What other secrets do you have, boy?” he asked as he pulled his fingers out from your hole and finally slammed his hard, throbbing cock inside your slobbering boycunt. You shrieked, tongue lolling out as he arched your back even further, his hands finding themselves on your thin waist. His cock was dribbling copious precum inside you, and it felt like you were already being filled with more than his huge cock.

“Hmmmffff…. W-Why don’t you… find out?” You panted, a grin forming on your lips as you slightly turned your head to face him, your face flushed deep. Suguru grinned, licking his bottom lip, before grabbing both your arms and pulling you to a sitting position, forcing you deeper into his cock. 

“HhhAaaaAhhh?!~” You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as drool dribbled down your chin. Suguru moved his arms to wrap around you as he began to shove his cock in and out of your soppy hole, which made a squelching noise that made an interesting background noise alongside your moans. It turned Suguru on even harder, his cock throbbing deep inside you, hitting the bundle of nerves that made you crazy on repeat like a balloon ready to pop. 

You were so lost in pleasure at this point, your cock throbbing and leaking precum, leaving sticky splotches every time it thuds against your stomach from Suguru’s harsh thrusts. His huge cock makes you feel soooo full in the best way, feeling him claim your deepest depths, jackhammering his thick cock in and out of your slobbering, aching hole. It all feels so unreal, and he fucks you with so much energy, going balls-fucking-deep into your boycunt, only to take it out all the way and shove it back in. Even his groans mixed with yours in an erotic duet, the hotel room full of skin slapping, moans, and squelching, you could only hope that their walls were strong and thick.

Your cock twitched, and you whimpered loudly as you began to feel your orgasm forming in your stomach, grinding your hips back as you tried to push through your orgasm. However, the moment you did so, Suguru stopped.

“N…nooo..!” You groaned, turning your head behind to look up at him. Suguru felt himself twitch at the sight—face flushed, drool on your lips, eyes hazy, and tears practically threatening to spill. He bulged deeper inside you, making you whimper, and he pulled out before manhandling you on your back this time.

“…You had your nipples pierced too?” Suguru’s breath hitched as his eyes landed on your nipples, pierced and perky, sweat dripping down your body. You whimpered, hand moving down to push his cock back inside, which he so generously did by shoving it back in. You mewled, eyes rolling back once more as you shook your hips, eager for him to start moving. Yet, he didn’t—instead, he bent down and began to tease your nipples, tongue sloppily swirling around your pierced nipples, and boy, the pleasure was fucking heavenly.

No one has ever touched your nipples. You never knew you were so sensitive. You whined and whimpered at his slobbering tongue, sucking and licking your nipple while his other hand played with the other one, giving it the attention it needed. You couldn’t take it anymore. Your slick, warm hole tightened around his thick cock, prompting him to shove deeper into you, and your dick finally spurted ropes of cum, splattering on his and your stomach. He let go of your nipple with a plop and grabbed your waist, this time, finally pounding into you as if he wanted to breed you.

“Fuck, why is my timid boy… hnGhh… such a damn slut?” he groaned, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and the bed creaking from the inhumane strength Suguru suddenly pulled out of nowhere. You cried out from the speed of his pounding, the room becoming humid and steamy from the way he fucked you, your bodies slick with sweat and cum that serves as evidence of how good he was railing you—good as you’ll ever have.

At the sight of your secrets fully exposed to him, he doesn’t think he can let go of you either. While all he can think right now is fuck you sooo hard you can’t walk anymore, he also wanted to make sure that his cock is the only thing you’ll ever know and crave in the future. 

“Fffuck, baby, you're.. taking me so goood...” Suguru groaned, nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck as his powerful and confident thrusts began to feel more clumsy and shaky, though never losing their strength. He spread your legs wider before biting on your neck, which made you shriek, tears running down your face at the overwhelming pleasure that’s coursing through your head and body. His hold on you, which used to feel strong, began to waver in a way that his fingers trembled slightly against you.

Again, you feel the impending orgasm, but this time, it feels even wilder. You couldn’t describe it, but it was too much. It was coming to you fast, like a tsunami that grows larger as it draws closer, your entire body trembling as you arched your back and covered your face with your arms. 

“Suguuu…! Pweaseee! D-don’tttt… gotta pull..hmMffh! I have to— I’m gonna— HnggGahhhhh!!!” 

Your eyes rolled back as your dick squirted fluids of cum, watering you and Suguru together, and the sight of you—wrecked and broken beneath him—was enough to send him over the edge. 

“Fffuuuck, ffuck... ahh.. Hngg..!” Suguru grunted, his grip on your waist tightening, his balls churning with obscene amounts of cum before powerful waves finally crashed over his body, burying himself inside you as balls deep as humanly possible as the first loads of cum erupted from his throbbing, huge dick like a volcano. His thick jizz floods your insides instantly, some of it leaking past the ring where his cock was still connected to your warm hole.

“Ahhnnn… ffuck… what… hngh…sniff.. part of this… is fuckinggg gentle?” You blabbered, eyes shut tight as your body lay limp on the wet bedsheets. You couldn’t even muster up the energy to be embarrassed, but you were sobbing. Suguru’s eyes widened, face flushing, as he pulled out and began to wipe your tears.

“I— sorry, damn. You were just so hot, I couldn’t help myself.” Suguru explained, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks, his hand ruffling your hair. You let out a whimper as you turned your head and opened your eyes, glancing at him for a moment before wrapping your weak arms around him and pulling him close to your slick and sweaty body.

“Mmh…” you hummed as you closed your eyes, tired and hazy, and eventually fell asleep. It was so quick he didn’t even realize you were already asleep.

“MC?” he asked. 

“MC… fuck. Can’t you just… be mine?” he murmured as he pulled you impossibly closer, his arms wrapping tightly around you. Oh, he just knows he’s doomed. He’d been pining over you for weeks ever since he first talked to you, after all.

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, its warmth spilling across your skin. You stirred with a sleepy blink, only to freeze as a dull ache spread through every muscle in your body.

A quiet whine escaped your lips.

“…Ow.”

Grimacing, you forced yourself upright, wincing at the protest from your legs. Looking down, you realized you’d already been cleaned up. Fresh clothes—ones you definitely didn’t remember owning—had replaced yesterday’s outfit. Your gaze drifted toward the coffee table, where neatly arranged takeout waited alongside a folded note.

With another groan, you hobbled over and collapsed onto the couch before picking up the slip of paper.

Sorry, I wasn’t there when you woke up. I finished the documents and convinced everyone else to send in their completed parts too. I also extended your stay so you can rest. Just don’t overstay past 6 p.m., alright?

“…Seriously?”

A quiet laugh escaped you as you hugged your knees to your chest, warmth creeping onto your cheeks. It certainly didn’t help that he happened to be your type. Nor did it help that he’d somehow managed to be both an absolute gentleman… and an absolute menace in bed.

Still, one question lingered. Why had he left so early? The note didn’t explain.

You reached for your phone beside the food and scrolled through your contacts until you found Suguru’s number—the one you’d saved from the group chat. As you unpacked breakfast with one hand, you tapped the call button with the other.

The line rang only twice.

“Hello?” Suguru answered. “Who’s this?”

Your lips formed an exaggerated pout.

“So that’s how it is?” you sighed. “Here I was thinking you were interested enough to save my number.”

There was a brief pause.

“…MC?”

“Mhm.”

Another beat of silence.

“Wrecked me all night and you don’t even stick around to say goodbye?” you teased.

“MC?” Suguru repeated, sounding as if he had just realized it was really you.

“Issss that MC?” Satoru’s unmistakable voice echoed loudly from somewhere in the background.

Suguru cleared his throat, and judging by the muffled complaints that followed, he was probably walking away before Satoru could eavesdrop any further.

“So…” he began once things quieted down. “Why’d you call?”

You smiled to yourself. “I could ask you the same thing. Why’d you leave?”

A soft hum came through the speaker.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me afterward.” He let out a sheepish laugh. “…And honestly? I didn’t trust myself not to ask you for more.” There was a hint of disappointment beneath his lighthearted tone.

“Because I said I don’t sleep with the same guy twice?”

“…Yeah.”

You looked back toward the breakfast he’d ordered and the clothes he’d apparently gone out of his way to buy for you.

“…Yet you still bought me breakfast,” you said, unable to hide your smile. “And new clothes.”

A laugh slipped from your lips. You wanted to tell him you were just as interested, but you really weren't the type to say how you felt in moments like this. There was a small pause before you added, “Maybe you’re actually the timid one between us.”

“…Then…” Suguru spoke again, quieter this time. “Is it safe to assume you’re interested in me too, seeing as you’re calling me for no reason at all?”

“Mhm.”

The sound of his relieved chuckle made your own smile widen. “Can I take you out next Sunday?”

“Of course.”

Before either of you could say anything else— “LET’S GOOOO!” Satoru shouted somewhere nearby. “Suguru finally got a date after his long single life!”

You blinked.

“…Wait, what?”

“Sorry,” Suguru said in a hurry, followed immediately by what sounded like him shoving Satoru away while the white-haired man loudly protested. “I’ll explain later. I’ll message you, alright?”

You blinked before muttering. “See you.”

The call ended, leaving the room quiet once more. You stared absentmindedly at your breakfast. Maybe breaking your ‘I don’t sleep with the same guy twice’ rule wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Besides…

It hardly counted if he ended up becoming your boyfriend in the end… Although it did quite surprise you to realize that Suguru Geto has never dated anyone.

…What a lucky man.

Then again, once Nobara found out you’d ignored the warning she’d given you and hooked up with the very man she’d told you to avoid…

Yeah.

You were never going to hear the end of it.

Orion is the forgotten son- even if he is picked by the Stalker. Note the dialogue from Vena, (though being manipulative to most likely keep Orion closer to her than Stalker) If Stalker chose Sirius: "Let us show him what a mistake it was to choose Sirius." If Stalker chose Orion: "Orion - Daddy doesn't recognize you." Now here's where my own head cannons/thoughts come in. Sirius is more like Jade, he's softer around the edges, his color palette matches hers, and he isn't near as destructive as Orion. Orion I believe even if Stalker picks him, is second to recognized. It goes Sirius… then Orion…

⬤ Sirius is the more playful of the brothers; he’s the type to put bunny ears behind Orion and wonders why he gets pissed.

⬤ I see Sirius as a huge tease; he leaves a trail of respectful, fleeting touches just to get a reaction sometimes. (Think harmless side swipes, arm touches, the brushing of hands)

✦ Orion is the clingier of the two, even if he doesn’t show it all the time. Sirius def gets kicked harder when Orion hasn’t had his elected Drifter time and hovers over Drifter like a cloud when they’re out and about on the relay. They both do, but Orion has to be that inch closer.

✦ I picture Orion as being more demanding with his touches, pulling at the edge of your sleeve, grabbing your hand, and maneuvering you as he sees fit.

⁠ʚɞ I like to imagine if the brothers ever danced with the Drifter, they’d purposefully make them dizzy, and the Drifter, all the while, is trying not to lean onto one so as not to make the other jealous.

⁠ʚɞ Sirius and Orion find the appeasement amusing.

⁠ʚɞ They both have jealousy issues. Bad jealousy issues.

⁠ʚɞ You're telling me they kick each other around just so one can be in transferrence for no reason? Bah humbug.

⁠ʚɞ Their fights may or may not have been over the Drifter in the past, and the Drifter knows nothing of it.