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☆⎯⎯pairing~ Wife!Reader X Alexander " The Jackal" Duggan

☆⎯⎯Synopsis~ Sometimes people decide to ignore things, even when they know they are being lied to. Its easier that way and that was something you found yourself doing when it came to Charles and his ‘work trips.’ Ignorance is bliss as they say.

☆⎯⎯Tags~ Angst, Hurt/Comfort, fluff, denial is a river in Egypt, Second Person View

☆⎯⎯Warnings~ Reader is referred to as ‘Love’ throughout the story deep in denial about some things or more like she refuses to see them. Our girl is a bit delusional. There is talks of cheating. But none takes place. And I think that is all.

☆⎯⎯Wordcount~ 2,313

☆⎯⎯Author’s Note~ This is incredible and I mean INCREDIBLY self indulgent. I watched The Jackal and just had the urge to write a small reader x fic for this beautiful man. Note: I am black so the reader at times is described to have Afro-centric features and kinky hair, specifically 4c. 

Ever since you and Charles had gotten together all you knew was peace.

A life of leisure.

A life of luxury.

Charles had wasted no time in sweeping you off your feet and making it so you didn’t have to work if you don’t want to, allowing you to pursue your passion projects and indulge in your interests and hobbies.

Arts and crafts, music, hell you even picked up doing stained glass art in your free time.

Anything to fill up your time and hold your attention while your husband was away.

Your mornings were more or less the same; slow and peaceful. Allowing you ample time to take care of yourself and go about completing tasks on your to-do list for the day at your own pace and, with Charles always away on business, it was just you left in this massive house.

But you didn’t mind, you knew that your husband was working hard to provide for you and the life you planned to build together.

So of course, your brain made the subconscious decision to ignore certain things. Maybe an off comment here, a white lie–two or three–there.

A little bit of deception…

All of those things you could deal with.

You had to deal with them.

And you did.

You never asked too many questions, you just accepted everything at face value, so if he called and said something along the lines of – “ Love, I’ll be staying here for just a bit longer, give your family my regards?”

You’re only response to that would have been to look to your family, putting a smile on your face and nodding as you responded to him with–“ Of course. Be safe. I love you.”

“ I love you too.”

And you would pointingly ignore the looks of pity and disapproval from the rest of your family. You would insist that Charles’s work was just incredibly demanding and that he was just working hard so that he could continue to fund your lifestyle. You’d tell them that Charles was an amazing person and a loving and devoted husband. Committed to you and only you and the future you wanted to build together.

You would tell them that and reaffirm it to yourself…

Charles was devoted to and loved you and only you.

You were happy how couldn’t you be when you were married to the most wonderful man in the world? One that loved and respected you, one that worked long and tirelessly for you, one who would come home with gifts and little souvenirs from his trips. One that cupped your cheek and kissed you tenderly…

One that was always away on long business trips, one that was always so close yet so far, one whose presence was more absence than present…

But regardless, you were happy, and you were happy with him.

“ I think he’s cheating.”

Your eyes went wide, your neck snapping to look at your friend. Your stunned silence prompted Alex, your friend of multiple years, to continue, “ I’m just saying, how many times has he called you and told you that his trip was going to be extended by a few or a couple of days?” You went to defend him with your usual, ‘He just works really hard.’ or ‘ His work is just really demanding. I know that if he could, he’d be here with me now.’ But before you could get any of that out, she cut you off, “ And before you say that he just works a lot and that his job is demanding, so was yours before the two of you got married. You would have business trips all the time but still found a way here on time every time without fail.”

Alex turned her attention back towards the setting sun on the horizon, “ I’m just saying, if you managed it, why can’t he?”

After that day, you had been doing a lot of self-reflection. Thinking over your and Charles’s relationship.

It was true, you were a career woman, having had a successful career being a museum curator for multiple years before marrying Charles. Your work took you all over the world, having been and seen some of the most well-known and beautiful pieces of art in history. But despite all your traveling, you always found time for your husband. Never wanting to be away from him for long, you wondered distantly if he felt the same way. If he too didn’t want to be apart but had to due to work.

And despite your best efforts, your mind started to think of the flip side.

What if the reason he was away so much was that he had found someone else?

And while it pained you to even consider that possibility, it would make sense. All the late nights he’d spend in his office… He always told you that he was just tying up loose ends from work but thinking back on it, was he? Or was that just a lie he told you to keep you from questioning him?

Of course, all of this was just speculation. You had no evidence of infidelity just a hunch from your friend and the increasing feeling that your beloved was hiding something from you.

What? You didn’t know.

And you were unsure if you were ready to find out just what that ‘what’ was…

Whatever the case, you knew that the older man was hiding something from you and while you had no plans on confronting him about it, especially with no evidence, you knew to keep it in the back of your mind.

Three days later; Charles had finally come home, although you hadn’t known that when you had woken up that morning.

Your day started as it normally does.

You had woken up to the sunrise, the golden rays spilling into the bedroom through the silk white curtains. Your eyelashes fluttered as your hand went to the space beside you, disappointment flaring in your gut at the lack of a body occupying the space. Charles had told you he was going to be back the night before but you guessed that was a lie…

A sigh left your lips as you slowly sat up with a small yawn. You turned your attention to the empty spot beside you, staring longingly at it for a moment before slipping out of the sheets and heading to your bathroom to freshen up before starting your day, mentally going over your to-do list.

You had a long day ahead of you; cleaning and doing some upkeep within your house and maybe heading to the florist in town to get some new flowers. The ones you had set out earlier in the week were starting to die and you loved to keep fresh flowers in the house since it seemed to make your husband happy to come home to the fresh scent of whatever flowers you had picked out that week.

‘Charles…’

Speaking of Charles, you don’t think you have received a text from him all morning. You briefly stopped taking down the cornrows in your hair to pick up your phone, pleasantly surprised to see that yes, he had texted you, the message read, ‘ Sorry, love, my flight was delayed but I should be home sometime today. Again, I’m sorry love. I’ll see you soon.’

You had half a mind to respond but then decided to leave him on read and instead just liked the message, you had things to do today.

So with that in mind, you finished taking down your hair, putting your hair into a puff at the top of your head. You debated on doing your edges but decided against it before heading into your walk-in closet and picking out your outfit for the day; A white sundress with blue flowers stitched into the fabric, pairing it with some comfortable white kitten-heels. You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror, satisfied with the way you looked, you grabbed your phone, keys, wallet, and a basket, and headed into town. Your mind makes a mental list of some food you need to get from the store.

You spent your day in town, walking the worn pathways, talking with the locals, and grabbing what you needed that day. Your last stop of the day was the flower shop so on your way back home, you placed an order for some flower arrangements to be sent to your home later on in the week and picked up a few bouquets, and then headed home.

When you arrived you saw that the lights were on inside, signaling to you that Charles had finally come home. You walked the short distance from your car to the gate in the back, slipping your key into the lock and pushing the gate open, closing it behind you. You walked the short way up the stairs which led you to the pool area and before you could leave the back of your house, your eye caught something white and fluffy hiding behind one of the poolside chairs.

You heard a soft “meow” sound and with it, a fluffy head popped out from behind the chair. Another soft noise left the feline as it approached you, rubbing its body against your calves, prompting you to bend down and start petting it, taking the opportunity to check for a name tag.

Feeling around their neck you felt the band of the collar, the heart-shaped nametag read, “Lucile” in a pretty, cursive font. It was then that Lucky decided to take off and head back towards the house. You followed her up the limestone steps of your house and into the living room, past the multiple guest rooms, and up the stairs to the master bedroom. Where she then jumped up into the arms of–

“ Charles.” Your voice was a little bit quieter than you intended as you watched the scene unfold in front of you. Charles’s eyes flickered to meet yours before he scratched behind the cat’s—Lucile’s—ears, earning some deep purrs from the feline.

“ Love,” he looked up at you then, “ I’m home.” and he smiled. He smiled that fucking smile that always makes the air in your lungs leave and your heart flutter behind your ribcage. That smile that made his eyes crinkle, and showed off his crooked grin.

That smile that made you want to forget why you were even mad at him in the first place….

You didn't say anything as he directed his gaze back to Lucile, “ And I see you've met Lucky,”

That nickname caught your attention, “ Lucky?” his eyes found yours again, “ Yes. See— you’ve talked about how you've wanted a cat for years but I never had the opportunity till this pretty girl approached me while I was in Vatican City.” Your eyes then went to Lucky, her blue eyes staring back into yours as Charles slowly approached you.

“ I found her—or well—I should say she found me while I was walking the streets, rubbed her head against my legs and right then and there I knew I had to bring her home to you.” He said, his gaze lifting from Lucky, one hand leaving the feline to gently tilt your chin up to meet his eyes once more.

“ I know I leave you here alone all the time and trust me I don’t like it either. Leaving you alone in such a big house…”

His gaze softened, “ But that’s why I thought you could use some company.” He smiled, offering you Lucile, to which you carefully and gingerly took hold of her, staring deep into sapphire blue eyes. She meowed again before snuggling into your chest, shielding her face.

You heard Charles chuckling, “ Seems like she likes you.” You felt tears well up in your eyes as you began to stroke Lucky’s soft fur.

And to think you were doubting him…

You lifted your head to lock eyes with your husband, “ Thank you, Charles.” You said in a soft voice. His gaze softened as he tenderly wiped away your tears, cupping the side of your face, “ Of course, Love.”

You embraced him then, careful not to squeeze Lucky between the two of your bodies, bracing your head against the other’s shoulder, you let out a contented sigh.

Charles spoke up then, “ Soon.”

You pulled back an inch, “ Soon?”

“ Soon I’ll be able to retire and spend the rest of my days here, with you.” He cupped either side of your face again, “ We can spend our days together, waking up late and where I can bring you breakfast in bed. And then we can cuddle some more before finally getting up and even then, there’s no rush, we’ll be able to take it at our own pace.”

“ This means we can go on vacations and trips and fully enjoy married life together, doesn’t that sound wonderful?” You nodded.

“ I just have one more big job and then I’m done. I won’t have to work anymore and you can have me all to yourself, I promise.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face then, “ And we can do whatever you want, just hold out a little longer for me, can you do that?”

You searched his eyes, attempting to see if you could find any ounce of insincerity in his eyes and when you found none you slowly parted your lips to answer—“ Yes.”

Charles’s face broke out into an all out grin, bringing his face down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“ Just a little longer and then I’m all yours, I promise.” He repeated and despite the nagging suspicion that something was amiss, that there was more to his story than he was telling you, you found yourself burying your face into his chest, and despite your best judgment, believing him.

It was simply easier that way.

Hope you enjoyed~ HoneyDew

So imagine Gojo is a college student bored outta his mind and in need of cash and while he is a trust fund baby he’d rather not ask his parents for money since he went against their wishes of going to college to get a degree in business or economics, instead choosing to pursue a degree in physics and mathematics.

So he spent hours searching the internet for another way to get money. And yes he had considered just getting a job but he didn’t feel like having to deal with annoying customers and equally annoying coworkers and bosses. In his search he found a website that functions much like a dating site except it was for sugar daddies and sugar babies.

Gojo had never been into this kind of thing, never really caught his interest. Get your bag how you get it, this method was just not Gojo's cup of tea.

But once he saw what some of these people were willing to pay he signed up immediately. Superficial and materialistic? Maybe, but it was expensive to go to the university he currently attended and he needed some pocket money.

He spent the next thirty minutes scrolling through profiles landing on one that seemed deceptively simple. The profile read: Getou Suguru, a 42-year-old ceo of some company. He spent a majority of his time working and during his downtime liked making himself a cup of tea and sitting down to read a book.

He seemed deceptively simple.

There was only one thing that was strange about his profile however, and it was the lack of a profile picture. Satoru had even gone out his way to search his name and came up empty-handed.

Regardless, Satoru had scrolled through a few dozen profiles and only this one quite his eye. So, without much thought, he clicked on the dm tab and shot the older man a text. Something short and sweet, yet something that could be taken as flirty. After that he shutdown his laptop.

Now all he has to do was wait for the other man to reply.

And to his surprise, or well, not really, have you seen him? Getou replied back, replying with something friendly and that was the start of their back and forth. For weeks after the fact, Gojo found himself texting the older man for hours on end, coming to genuinely enjoy talking with him. Sure, Suguru would send him money like once a week, money that was usually spent on satisfying Gojo's sweet tooth, but their relationship wasn't inherently sexual.

Suguru had admitted to only looking for company, someone whom he could talk to after a long day's work and in his words, Gojo kept him young. They were friends, if nothing else.

A friend who Gojo found himself extremely attracted to ( yes even without seeing his face) but that was neither here nor there. They were friends, online friends, as they hadn't met yet, but friends nonetheless.

Gojo had once asked Suguru if they could FaceTime, you know, so he could see the man behind the profile, but the older man refused. Claiming he was insecure about his looks. But he did agree to audio calls. And so they started taking over the phone, and when Gojo first heard his voice it was like a deep rumble, smooth and calming, and insanely attractive. Gojo began to wonder how a man who sounded like this didn't have the looks to match. But he digresses.

Eventually, after talking for over three months, they agreed to meet up for the first time in some nice, upscale restaurant that was located in Tokyo. Gojo was excited because he finally got to meet his friend whom he had been chatting with for months. He got all dressed up, fitting for their destination and headed out. He had arrived at the restaurant last as when he got there and gave the host the name of their reservation, he said that the other half of their party was already seated and waiting for him. Gojo's heart was half way to beating out of his chest when his eyes landed on him. Gojo has no idea what Suguru was thinking when he said he was insecure about his looks because the man in front of him had to be quite possibly the most attractive he had seen in his whole life.

Because Getou is fine. His hair is in a half up half down style black and grey strands weaving throughout his hair which honestly made him even more attractive in Gojo's eyes. And his eyes, Satoru knows he has pretty eyes, has been told as much his whole life, but the eyes in front of him had to be one of the most beautiful shades of honey brown he had seen. He knew right then and there that he could get lost in the eyes of the older man if given enough time.

Suguru offered him a charming smile, his lips parting to greet him, " It's good to finally meet you Satoru."

Satoru knew right then and there that he was a goner.

So long story short they have an amazing first meeting and continue to see each other. They get closer and closer and Gojo would at some point their relationship would shift to more of a romantic type of relationship Gojo even meets some of Getou's associates. It would be then where he discovers who Getou actually is and instead of leaving like how Getou expects, he insists on staying with him.

Thinking of Omega Gojo except he never really presented as one officially and who spends most of his life believing he was a beta, which was fine by him. The thought of having some disgusting and entitled Alpha with no sense of boundaries attempting to “put him in his place” because ofhis rather bratty and self-assured attitude. He's pissed off his fair share of Alphas in his day and he thinks if they could “command him” or “force him into obedience” they would've already been spamming that like there was no tommorow. So he counts himself lucky they are unable to. Cue him meeting Getou and he is just so confused.

He can't figure out why his inner beta(?) seems to be so happy and appeased whenever the Alpha would come around. Sure he was good-looking and he quite literally looks like what wet dreams are made of and—god—he smelled absolutely divine and Gojo wanted nothing more than to bury his nose in his neck and inhale his scent—and oh my god…

Gojo, due to his childhood, is extremely adverse to physical touch. He wears infinite like a protective layer in order to stop any and all contact he may have with anyone.

It wasn’t like people were hugging him, or offering him physical affection growing up. And whenever someone did try to initiate contact, he’d always reflexively activate infinite before they could actually make contact with him.

Enter Getou.

Now Getou had many, many thoughts on Gojo’s upbringing. But he knew that voicing said opinions( and by opinions he meant factual statements) would not register with the other and as such he decided to leave that conversation for another day.

Now, Getou being Satoru’s best friend would always try to initiate physical contact with Satoru. His heart aching every time he was denied the simple pleasure of being able to actually touch him. He was supposed to be Satoru’s one and only, his best friend, his other half. And yet even he was unable to touch him.

He’d throw an arm around scrawny shoulders and would feel the cool sensation of infinity between them. He’d accidentally sit too close, and their legs would bump up against each other, but he couldn’t actually feel him. He’d go to give him a high five and his hand would stop mere millimeters away, a hair’s breath away from the other’e hand.

He was allowed just a whisper of him, a ghost of body heat hidden behind layers of cursed energy.

And maybe Satoru thought he didn't notice, but he did.

He. Always. Did.

And it bothered him to no end.

Gojo Satoru was untouchable.

And he’d like to say he had come to terms with it. That he’d accepted it and made peace with that fact. But he simply couldn’t.

Was it so wrong for him to want to be the one allowed in? That he thought he’d be the exception. In a sea of people who weren’t allowed in, who weren’t allowed to see the real him, let alone get past the walls he'd built around himself, was it so wrong to think that he, the person who had managed to do all of that more, would crave to be let in just a little more?

To be granted a privilege that no other being on the planet would get?

He didnt think so, but then again…..

"Where were you?”

Satoru immediately stopped babbling about his day, the air around them suddenly becoming tense in the wake of his question. They were in Suguru’s dorm, lying on the bed with Suguru sitting with his legs in front of him and Satoru’s head resting in his lap. He had taken off his sunglasses so his eyes were staring at him intensely. Suguru fought the urge to break eye contact, he had been trying to get answers out of Gojo for weeks now but he always evaded his questions. But not again, not this time, and so he held his gaze steady. Satoru’s eyes were searching his face for something and when he found it he sighed, his eyes slipping closed as he sat up. 

“ Suguru…” he started carefully(Satoru was never careful about what he said), “ what are you talking about?” 

So that’s how he was going to play it.

“ You know what I’m talking about, Satoru.” 

He was silent for a beat before he brought up a hand to cup the side of Suguru’s face, his thumb brushing his cheek, “ Does it really matter?” 

“ Yes…” he breathed out, bringing his own hand up to cover Satoru’s. “ Something happened, that you’re not telling me.” He knew he couldn’t force Gojo to talk but he wanted—needed to know.

So imagine, Satoru and Suguru somehow acquire wine. Probably from stealing from Shoko’s stash-and they decide to drink the bottle together, sitting on the floor in one of their dorm rooms, probably Suguru’s. Passing the bottle back and forth, taking sips I'm between hushed whispers of conversation and airy giggles from Satoru.

Eventually, they both start to feel the effects of the sweet alcohol, becoming slightly buzzed and maybe slightly intoxicated on Satoru’s part. Being a lightweight and all.

And Satoru is touchy. Suguru realizes.

Playing with his hair while he tells Satoru about something that he is no doubt not paying attention to because he's more focused on his hair paying attention to his story.

Suguru finds himself chuckling,

“ Satoru, are you even listening?”

Hazy blue eyes met his and Satoru tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. ‘Cute.’

“ Hmm?”

Suguru chuckled again

“ Satoru, are you drunk?” he teased earning a pout out of the older man.

“ M’not drunk…” he took a second to swallow, “ just buzzed is all.”

“ Uh-huh, whatever you say, Toru.”

“ M’not! I am completely sober!” he insisted, earning an amused huff out of the other.

“ Now that's just a lie.” He laughed, Satoru scoffed, “I'm not lying.”

“ Yeah, whatever you say lightweight.”

That must've triggged Satoru because they somehow ended up tussling about on the floor after Suguru said that. The match concluded with the white-haired teen pinned down on the floor with the younger teen looming over the other. Both parties panting slightly from their little wrestling match.

Satoru tried to maneuver himself out of his grip but quickly decided that was a fruitless endeavor, Getou’s physical strength greater than his, and Instead, went limp in his hold.

Like this Getou could see the pink dusting on the other’s face, flushed red from the wine and slight physical exhaustion. Satoru continued panting into his face, the smell of the sweet alcohol lingering on his breath.

He wondered distantly if the wine would taste sweeter on Satoru’s lips…

Said lips parted even more, plump lips moving, forming around syllables, “ What are you looking at?” He asked curiously, his big blue eyes shifting over Getou’s face.

“ You.” He answered simply.

Sapphire blue eyes flicked down to his lips before slowly moving back up to meet his eyes. Like he was contemplating something. And in classical Satoru fashion, a slight smirk made its way onto his face as he asked in a flirty tone—“ See something you like?”

Sugruru’s mouth was opening to answer before he had time to think or even stop his response—“ Yes.”

The older teen grew still, his breath hitching ever so slightly as he flushed even more, the flush spreading down his neck. Suguru let out a deep chuckle at the scene laid out before him, making Satoru pout beneath him and turn his head to the side. No doubt trying to hide his embarrassment.

And Suguru couldn’t help but tease him again, “ Aww, is the great Gojo Satoru flustered?”

“ No, I’m not!” He tried to deny it and that only made Suguru laugh more. Satoru groaned from beneath him before he suddendly sat up, bumping their foreheads together in a slightly painful way, and locking their lips together. To the complete surprise of Suguru. Whose eyes went wide even when Satoru had pulled away.

Not my usual stuff but *shrugs, the sukugo worms are too strong.

So thinking about how Sukuna got a front row seat to the show that was Gojo Satoru.

Nothing and no one is really capable of seizing Sukuna’s attention let alone interest.

At least not for a long time.

But Sukuna finds himself endlessly fascinated by the Six Eyes user. Sure he has a shit personality, annoying as hell and doesn’t know when to shut up, but looking beyond that…

There was just something pulling Sukuna to him, like there was a secret of some kind calling out to him or a inside joke that only the two of them knew.

And the longer he observed the more he noticed.

Gojo was quite magnificent if he were to tell the truth.

The way he fought was something to behold, satisfying an itch that Sukuna was unaware he had. Gojo exorcised curses much like how a dancer preformed; perfectly controlled, even, and beautifully executed. Even in his moments of rashness, it still seemed like it was apart of the preformance.

An equal, he’d finally found one. Someone who could keep up and not only keep up but keep him on his toes, pushing past his limits in a way that no one else could. But Gojo was so hellbent on changing things, he realized, so hellbent on doing it the right way….

Sukuna couldn’t understand it.

People like them never go slow and steady, they just take.

Take whatever it is that they want. But Gojo didn’t seem to want to do that despite acknowledging that he could.

That it would be easier, quicker.

“ You know you could just force them into compliance, yes?”

Gojo stared then, regarding him carefully before the sound of laughter was heard, ringing throughout the enclosed space, “ But what would be the fun in that?”

23-24 year old Gojo falling in love with his best friends’ dad, Suguru. Whose about twenty—twenty-five years his senior.

He’d been coming around since they were freshman in college. Hanging out with the sisters Mimiko and Nanako. He had always preferred their house over his own despite others pointing out the fact that Satoru’s home was much larger and more extravagant than theirs since he’s family was rich. But if you were to ask Satoru why he preferred their home over his own, he’d tell you that it was because there was love and actual warmth and affection running through their home.

He soon developed a habit of refusing to go to his family’s house during breaks and holidays and instead going to the Getou residence instead. Where there was already a room and bed prepared and ready for him.

The sisters were of course the original reason he went over there in th first place; wanting to be close to his friends. But then later it also became a way for him to lay eyes on Getou-San, as he so affectionately referred to him as.

Getou was their 47 years old dad who was divorced and never remarried.

Gojo found himself almost instantly infatuated with the older man. With his kind and gentle smile paired with his deep and soothing voice. And of course it didn’t hurt that he was also so attractive it hurt.

He swears his heart almost beats out of his chest upon their first meeting…

But nonetheless, his little crush on Getou was something he planned to take to the grave or just get over since he was sure his friends wouldn’t appreciate him wanting to fuck their dad but who knows.

He was honestly content with just going about business as usual, content with his crush remaining just that. A crush.

So much so that he made it a point to try and go out with other people. He even managed to get a boyfriend one of those times, a man named Naoya Zenin. He wasn’t necessarily his type but his parents seemed happy with the fact he was dating someone of status. Getou-San on the other hand seemed rather…perturbed by his current partner but he made no comment on it and only wished Satoru happiness and peace within his relationship.

Satoru did end up finding some semblance of that in his relationship with Naoya for a while.

Up until he cheated on him.

Satoru was quietly devastated and of course seeks the comfort of the sisters. He made his way to their house and knocked on the door, expecting one of the sisters to answer like always, but instead the person who answered was Getou.

Seemingly fresh out of a shower if his semi wet hair and dressed down appearance was anything to go by.

Getou’s eyes instantly turned worried as he took in the disheveled look of Satoru, “ Satoru, what happened? Are you okay?”

Satoru just shook his head, “ Are they here?” he asked instead. Not wanting to answer Getou-san’s questions.

It was Getou’s turn to shake his head, “ No, they went out to a party with Shoko and Utahime. They said they told you already.”

“ Oh.” Satoru did vaguely remember the sisters mentioning some party happening on campus that they really wanted to go to.

Must’ve slipped his mind.

Satoru felt more tears threatening to spring to eyes and decided he should just head back to his dorm room, “ Okay, well, sorry to bother you.”

Satoru turned to walk away before a hand grabbing his own stopped him,“ Would you like to come inside then? I was just about to make dinner.”

Satoru took a moment to consider, his mind just barely warning him that this could possibly be a bad idea. He means, despite being in a whole relationship with someone else, his infatuation with Getou hadn’t gone away. And now that he was on his doorstep, heartbroken…

Yeah this had all the makings of some cliche movie where the recently heartbroken character almost immediately has a rebound with the real object of their affections.

But despite that he found himself nodding and letting Getou-San lead him inside.