#suguruau

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“What do you think about this?” Suguru asked as he sat above you, strumming on his guitar. You were sitting on the floor between his legs, focused on your eight-page paper.

“In a sec,” you reply while wrapping up the sentence you were on.

“Take a break…” Suguru whined, trying to pry the laptop from your speedy fingers.

“Sugu, it’s due in two days. I will listen in a sec.”

“Mhmm.” He sulked, leaning back into the sofa and continuing his chord progression.

Days like this were stressful- due to the plethora of assignments that piled on- but soothing in a way. Your schedules never aligned this often, but he was so entirely enamored with you that he’d do anything to spend his free time just being with you. 

“I can’t believe it’s been three hours and I only have my outline done,” you sighed while resting your head on his knee.

“You got this,” he replies while running a hand soothingly through your hair while the other writes something down on the notepad next to him, “I believe in you.”

“Do you need anything to help you focus? Am I being too loud?” he asks while going to the kitchen and lighting your favorite candle, “I can make you a snack?”

“Do you mind getting me some fruit? I feel like I need some brain food.” You asked while cracking your knuckles and continuing to type away.

He nods and walks back over, handing you a cut persimmon with the skin peeled off. Suguru always knew what you needed before even saying it out loud.

Humming in appreciation you immediately start chewing on the sliced fruit.

Eyeing him from the corner, you see him looking out of your apartment window. It was raining hard outside, his favorite. 

“Anything else you need to work on?” you ask. He shrugs his shoulders. 

“Not much else, I want your opinion on what I have then I’ll see what I can add from there. Don’t worry though,” he turns to look at you with a small smile, “I can wait.”

Suguru has always been supportive of your dreams and aspirations. It was a shock when he told you he wouldn’t be joining you at university, but would instead pursue music. Although it was an adjustment, you supported him, and he rooted for you. It seemed to be working out; he passed the first two rounds of auditions for a big music company, and it looked like things were finally looking up for him. 

Domain was the biggest band in the city. They were known for their upbeat ragers at underground venues, to their surprisingly heartfelt slow songs, sang to a crowd filled with phones and lighters raised in the air.

Gojo and Geto have always been attached at the hip. It's like the blind following the blind. Gojo was the loud, extroverted, smooth talker. Meanwhile, Geto preferred to observe and support both Gojo's rights and wrongs. As obnoxious as Gojo could be, he had the voice of an angel. So naturally, they spent lots of their youth songwriting together- Gojo sang, and Geto played the guitar and did the composing. Now, Gojo is the lead vocalist of Domain.

He met Sukuna at the gym. He was lifting, and though he may not admit it, he needed a spot for a bench that was a bit too ambitious. Now he uses his huge arms as Domain's drummer. Toji came into the Domain after seeing the group's flier at the local diner. Always a guy in need of quick cash, he was the only one who showed up for auditions. Thank god he was good.

Things were picking up so fast for Domain that it was hard to keep up. Some days you wouldn’t see him at all, and some days he would pick you up from class and would stay glued to your side. He claims that he ‘soaked up inspiration from you,’ hence the constant quality time and skinship. He knew you were working hard, pursuing a higher education was so important to you and your family, and he wanted to be present every step of the way. 

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru also had a dark cloud overlooking him, mirroring the city in front of him. He hasn’t yet told you that he passed the third and final round of auditions for his company and would be slated to move to Japan before the end of the year to begin his training. He couldn’t bear to break the news to you, not yet. Not when you were so close to finishing one of your hardest semesters yet.

“I think I can pull you away from that screen now y/n,” he says while tugging you away from the black-and-white screen.

“Hey! I’m not finished yet! I thought you said you could wait” you pouted trying to get loose.

“You’ve been working nonstop, you aren’t being as productive anymore.” He chuckles while slotting you to the seat across from him.

“Hi.” he smiles at you.

“Hi,” you respond.

There’s a moment of silence shared between you two. The only sound was the soft pitter-patter from outside hitting the patio. He stared at you lovingly. You could tell something was wrong, but you couldn't find the words to ask him just yet, too entranced by the current hold he has on you.

“So, the song, yeah?” you finally whisper aloud. 

“Hold on,” he replies, licking his lips and searching every inch of your face, memorizing this very moment to inspire him for what he’s about to play.

“What’s the holdup? Don’t get stage fright in front of me now, Geto,” you lightly say while giggling.

“I, I just want to make you proud, okay?” he finally says with sad eyes.

“You always will.”

Guilt washed over him. Things were great, perfect even. But he just had to aspire for more. He should be satisfied with what he has now; he’s close to home, has a stable music career here in Canada, and most importantly, you. But just like you, he had the moon, but he wanted every damn star in the galaxy. He didn’t want change, but nothing could satiate the hunger for something more. He was leaving because he knew that this life, now, wasn’t enough.

“Okay.” he takes a moment to gather himself, taking in some deep breaks and shaking his nerves out through his hands.

“Let’s hear it!” you shuffle sitting up straight in your chair.

He lets out one final breath before starting a low strum on his guitar. Flashes of memories throughout your relationship flash before his eyes. Your first snow day in high school after getting your license, when you couldn’t get the ice off of your windshield, to the countless nights of watching reruns of Criminal Minds in your small shared apartment. 

He hits the chorus for the first time, opening his eyes to look around the room, unable to meet your eyes just yet. Pictures of you two littered the walls, filled with your smiling and laughing faces. 

He mumbles small noises of nonsense to fill in the parts he doesn’t know what to put in between, sometimes trying out some lyrics at the top of his head. He shakes his head and chuckles when words don’t rhyme or quite fit. In return, you share a smile enjoying him delving into his craft.

There’s something about the way that he can lose himself completely, in his little world, and for brief moments, you’re able to enter his mind, envisioning every note in a flow of synesthesia. He’s able to create color and landscape through sound, and what’s crazier is that he doesn’t even realize the extent of his art.

“And… I guess that’s it. What’d you think?” He asks as he lets out a final strum. The warmness of his music is still palpable in the room, despite the cold and dark weather that demands to be let inside. 

You take another moment staring at the man in front of you. He bit his fingers in anticipation. His large white tee hung loosely on his shoulders, his leg bounced, waiting for your feedback.

Everything is perfect.

Nothing can take this moment away from you two. 

No words could exactly encapsulate how you felt so you decide to throw your arm around him. 

Suguru lets out a sigh of relief as he sets his guitar to the side, “So I guess you liked it?” then reciprocates by pulling you into his lap.

“I loved it, Sugu. I can’t wait to hear it all together. I liked that chord progression, I can hear it on the radio one day,” you mutter into his shirt.

The light taps of rain outside were accompanied by the soft whimpers from the man whose chin sat upon your head.

“I’m always going to be here for you y/n,” he jaggedly says.

You two sat in each other's embrace for what seemed like an eternity. 

“Let me show you something,” he says, breaking the silence and adjusting your position to where your back is flush against him.

He set the guitar in your hands, “Let’s start from the top, yeah?”

That night he taught you the song on his guitar, sometimes you filled in lyrics that felt right.

“They know we got the chemistry…” Geto sings.

“Love how your body feels on me, when you get back let me get that…” you finish with a small laugh.

“Yo!” he jumps up, lifting your laughing frame into the air, “That’s a bar!”

“Are you jealous that I may be a better singer than you?” you giggle back.

“You’re coming for my career, baby girl!”

—

Six more hours.

Six more hours until this paper is due, and you’re almost done with this last page. 

Six more hours until the hell that was this semester is finally done.

Six more hours until you can crawl into bed with Suguru and take a long-deserved nap.

“Almost there, baby,” he says while massaging your shoulders.

“I got this,” you say while typing furiously.

“Hell yeah, you do.”

Your train of thought was interrupted by his ringtone going off from behind you.

“I’ll be right back, when I come back you better have this paragraph done!”

Sending him a stiff salute you continued to trudge on as he stepped into your bedroom and closed the door.

“Geto! What’s going on, my man? Happy holidays!” his new manager cheered into the phone.

“It’s going well, just spending some time with family and friends while I can,” he replies while lying down on your bed and grabbing a stuffed My Melody to hold against him.

“Well, I’m glad you have been enjoying your last moments of freedom while you can. Speaking of which, I do have an early Christmas present for you!”

“Awesome! What is it?” 

“Well, the company wants you to start as soon as possible. I played them your band's audition, and they think you can finish your training in less than a year!”

“That’s amazing!” he shoots up and runs his hands through his hair, “when do I fly out? Next year, I hope?”

“Geto, I did say Christmas present, didn’t I? You’ll leave the day after the 25th. I bought you some more time to spend with your family, but you’ll be spending the new year here, in Japan!”

Suguru felt his heart drop. That was in two weeks. 

Two weeks to eat all the food he can.

Two weeks to practice with the band.

Two weeks to say goodbye to his family.

Two weeks to erase all traces of his friend groups’ antics.

Two weeks till he has to leave you.

“Uh… two weeks… wow that’s really soon.” 

“Absolutely! Now rest up, this year is going to be the craziest experience of your life!”

His manager kept going on about the potential future he had coming for him. But he couldn’t seem to focus on all the newfound information. Slowly feeling the aroma of you envelop him fully, being surrounded by you everywhere, it was suffocating. 

How is he going to tell you?

“I finished it!” he heard your jumps of triumph in the distance, echoing to the pits of his empty stomach, “I’m finally done with this God-awful semester! One more year till graduation!”

You burst through the door, interrupting his pensive state, wrapping yourself around him.

“You okay, babe?” You realize pulling away slowly, eyeing his sweating frame, “You look a bit sick, want me to make you some soup?”

“Oh no, I’m fine, just fine really,” he shallowly laughs, pulling himself away from you and moving to turn on the fan, “just got a little warm is all.”

“Who called?” you asked before flopping on the bed and sighing, “was it your manager? Did you get the job?”

“Uh yeah…” he shuffled, not meeting your eyes, “It was my manager, he had some good news…”

“Oh my God, did you guys pass?” you pounced on him, awaiting the news.

“Uh… yeah, I did.” he lied.

With an excited squeal, you shower him in kisses and tight squeezes, your love for him unfaltering, “When do you leave?”

“Not for another year,” he smiles, not looking at you.

“Hopefully you’ll still be here for my graduation…” you sighed, “Nonetheless I’m glad I get to keep you to myself for a bit longer.

—

December 25, 2022

“And this one's for you babe,” you smiled plopping the present into his hands. The Christmas tree behind him set the picture-perfect scene. Surrounded by your closest friends and family exchanging presents in your matching red and green pajamas, bellies full from the holiday feast, and presents waiting to be opened. 

He happily obliged and ripped into the small package immediately. His eyes were wide as he lifted the contents with careful fingers.

“It’s a guitar pick,” you explained, seating yourself in his lap as he closely examined it, “so when you practice, you’ll always remember that I’m with you, cheering you on.”

He flipped the small piece over and nearly shed a tear at the small gold embossed scrawling you had designed a tiny heart.

“But hey, just because you have this doesn’t mean you can just stop cutting your fingernails! Also, it’s a reminder of me scolding you to stop biting your nails!” he chuckled lightly.

He didn’t have any words, mostly scared that he was going to start choking up if he even dared to open his mouth.

His present for you sat heavy in his pocket, the box weighing him down, anchored to the floor. Or was it the guilt that sat in his chest?

“Geto!” your friend Yuji shouted while making his way over, interrupting his contemplation, “Heard the great news! So excited for you, man! Look at you, finally pursuing your passion! It feels like yesterday you guys were just practicing in the garage.” 

“Thank you, man, I appreciate it,” Suguru responds, reaching a hand out to dap him up.

“Say, can’t believe you’re leaving so soon, what a shame, your mom has been a mess crying every time she hears your name.”

“We will make the most of the time we have together, that’s for sure,” you interject, snuggling into Suguru.

“Well, you two better hurry,” Yuji says while looking at his watch, “Time's ticking…”

“Well, good thing he leaves-”

Suguru suddenly stands up, meeting Yuji before you can finish your sentence, “Yeah, I mean, we will make it feel like a year, that’s for sure! Gotta spend as much time with my girl as possible!” While patting his shoulder rather harshly and pleading with him with his eyes.

“Uh… Dude did you not-”

“Itadori! Did you try the cherry cheesecake that she made? It’s so good! Let’s go have some now!”

“But I’m allergic!”

“Be right back, babe, just going to get a slice!” 

Suguru pulls Yuji by the scruff of his neck to the kitchen.

“Did you seriously not tell her yet? You leave tomorrow! Eighteen hours to be exact!” He harshly whispers to Geto.

“I just haven’t had the right moment to tell her yet…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “It’s going to break her.” 

“You know what might break her more? She wakes up tomorrow and goes over to your house to only be told you left the country!”

“I know!” he yells a bit too loudly. Everyone in the house turned to the shouting two with questioning eyes.

“Sorry folks! Just talking about some music things!” 

“Geto, you are going to quite literally ruin her. The only thing you are accomplishing-” 

“A toast!” The pair was interrupted by Geto's parents, who asked everyone to gather around.

“We are not done here, you will tell her tonight,” Yuji states, shoulder-checking Suguru before grabbing a champagne flute and joining everyone.

He takes a moment to collect himself before plastering a fake smile and rejoining at your side.

“Thank you, everyone, for joining us here tonight. As you all know, Christmas is such a lovely time for all of us to reunite and enjoy each other’s company,” his dad announces.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen some of you, that I almost didn’t recognize a few!” a chorus of chuckles resounded before he cleared his voice and continued, “As some of you may or may not know, God has truly blessed one a few of our own with the opportunity of a lifetime,” everyone turned towards Suguru with proud smiles, “And I would like to thank each and every one of you who supported and believed in our dear son and his friends. We are all so proud of you and can’t wait to see you make music for the whole world to hear!” 

“That’s my boyfriend!” You shouted from the back, also receiving a chorus of laughter. 

“Though we may not see you for a while, just know we are rooting for you, all of us here at home, love you dearly,” his mom chimed in, raising her glass towards him, “to Domain.”

“To Domain!” Everyone cheered, raising their glasses in unison.

“To Domain…” you softly said, confused while looking up at him. 

Suguru was sweating. Puddles.

He weakly lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp, not making eye contact with your questioning eyes beneath him. 

“Baby? What does she mean for a while? You don’t leave for a long while?” you ask with lips pouted.

“Uh… I think she just means that you all won’t see me for a bit because… I uh… will be busy getting ready to leave for training is all! Yeah! I am just so excited to be diving into my craft!”

“Oh. Okay. She made it sound like you were leaving tomorrow or something,” you chuckled sipping from your glass, “So, what did you get me for Christmas?”

Already flustered, he was saved by his ringtone, “Not yet, lemme take this real quick, it’s my manager.”

You nodded, turning to wait for your turn for the karaoke microphone while he stepped out onto the porch in the cold.

“Merry Christmas boys!” his manager sang to him in a group call, “How is everyone's day going?”

"Can we please cut the pleasantries?" Toji sighs.

"Let's make this quick, yeah? Sukuna and I want to get some practice in tonight," Gojo whines. Sukuna lets out a soft grunt in agreement.

“Uh…” Suguru huffed out, a puff of visible breath leaving his mouth as he shivered, “It’s been good. Hard to say goodbye.”

“Well, it’s another Christmas miracle, boys! Luckily for you, however very unlucky for the company, all the airports in Canada have been temporarily unable to send out or land any planes due to severe weather warnings, so we won’t be able to fly you out for a bit. I went back and forth with the company and bought you some more time, so you’ll leave the first of the year! New year, new beginnings, am I right?”

Geto couldn’t believe his ears. 

More time with you. More time to tell you.

“Are you serious?” he choked out.

“Yes! So please, tell that girlfriend of yours, I have a feeling you haven’t been able to break the news,” he pokes.

"I really don't want to sit next to you on the plane if you're going to be crying the whole time," Toji chuckles.

“Man… shut up, and what makes you think that?” 

His band mates harmonize a resounding jester of boo's.

“Well, considering the first file you sent over to me of singing samples was painful ballads, I would guess that you haven’t told her, or you two broke up. And we all just know neither one of you could do that.”

"Pussy whipped!" Sukuna laughs, and the others join in.

Suguru looks down the street, blurry colors barely visible due to the heavy amounts of snow falling, “I’ll tell her soon. Just not on Christmas.”

The lot spent a few more minutes talking about logistics and excitement before he went back inside.

How is he going to break the news to you?

–

Suguru was able to successfully avoid you for the remainder of the party, too many aunties and uncles pulling him away to congratulate him- even sneaking a few bills and checks into his pocket- and asking way too many questions about the future that made his head spin.

From time to time he would look over and see you playing with the heaps of children with their new toys, or holding some lady’s newborn baby, or helping his mom pack people’s takeaway plates. One aunt had to quite literally snap her fingers in front of his face to redirect his attention because he couldn’t stop swooning over you holding a set of sleeping baby twins. 

“I like her,” his aunt smiled while joining him in the hallway, “She’s the type you want to lock down.”

“I love her.”

“Then don’t break her heart, soon is coming whether you like it or not.”

You were now playing hide and seek with a few of the older kids and saw your bright red socks peeking out from under the tall curtains giving your spot away immediately.

“Only a coward will let something this small get in the way.” his aunt pats his shoulder before walking away.

—

“You know you never had the chance to give me your Christmas gift…” You trail while face-timing Suguru in bed.

“You’ll get it soon, don't worry,” he laughs, shuffling the sheet music on his desk.

“You know, it is customary to exchange presents on Christmas right?”

“I am aware, I’ll give it to you next time I see you. New Year’s Eve right? We’re still going over to Yuji's?”

“I should be back by then.”

Trying to find the right time to tell you was arduous. The day after Christmas, your family surprised you with a trip to New York to visit some of your family there. Just more time wasted where he couldn’t spend his last waking moments of freedom with you. Scrolling through Instagram, it tugged at his heartstrings seeing you smile and laugh with cousins you haven’t seen in a while, unaware of the disastrous news waiting for you at home with him. 

Cheers to the end of Fall 2022! Your caption reads, a boomerang with you cheering to the camera, a pint of beer daring to spill over.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” he asks.

“Nine pm,” you respond yawning, “a few more stops for sightseeing, then my cousin is dropping us off at the airport.

“Am I still picking you up to go back to the apartment?”

“Yes please.”

There was movement on your end of the camera due to your cousins wrestling you to the ground, trying to sneak a peek at your boyfriend.

“Hi, hyung!” one of the younger ones shouted with a toothless smile.

“Hello, hello! Please be careful with my girlfriend, she is highly valuable to me!” he chuckles, leaning back into his bed. 

“No promises! She needs to take us ice skating now and she hasn’t gotten dressed yet!” he whines back.

“Okay okay, I surrender! Please get off, I’ll get ready now!” 

He bids you a farewell and heads to bed. 

One more sleep until it’s time to see you.

–

December 31, 2022

“Red or blue for tonight?” you shout from your closet.

“Hmm… I am wearing baby blue tonight. How about that dark blue dress you bought the other day?” he replies by sporting a towel around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. 

 “The sparkly one or the satin one?” you walk up behind him as he spits into the sink, taking in the options through the mirror.

“Definitely sparkly, it is New Year's Eve after all.”

“I don’t even want to go out…” You whine, leaning onto his back and pecking his shoulder, “Can we just stay in…?” continuing a path of open-mouth kisses to his neck.

“Hell no! Yuji will kill us if we don’t show up! He’s been planning this all month!” he says, trying not to give in to your feeble attempts at seduction and focus on shaving his faint mustache.

“But I don’t wanna… the new year means another day closer to you leaving and I want to spend every minute with you!”

His back tenses at the mention of his departure.

“Yeah… me too, baby,” he says, shrugging you off and heading towards the dresser to grab some boxers, “but let’s celebrate rather than think about that!”

The fresh hot shower couldn’t ease the nervousness that he felt. He was keeping this a secret.

Again.

From the moment he picked you up at the airport, he tried, he really tried, to confess to you about his early departure. But the way you kept talking about your fun adventures from New York, he couldn’t just rain on your sunshine just quite yet. Then he decided he would tell you when you two got back to the apartment, after dinner. But you obviously had other plans as you decided to immediately jump his bones upon unlocking the front door. He even tried to disconnect your needy lips from his own, but alas, he wasn’t just a man with needs- he was a simp with needs. And who was he to deny you of anything you wanted?

He decided now, as he was putting on his socks, that he was going to have to tell you before you two left for the party. Especially with how much of a loudmouth Yuji is, everybody in attendance probably already heard of the news and his send-off the next morning. 

Mustering up the courage to approach you, he eyed your frame standing at the mirror near the door, just putting the last of your lip gloss on for the night.

It’s now or never.

“Hey baby, I have something to tell you,” he said shakily, standing with knees that felt like they were going to give out any second. 

“What’s up,” you respond, walking past him to grab your purse and then meeting him in the hallway.

“Just know, that I know that this is very last minute, and I probably should have told you sooner but I didn’t want to make the moment super emotional. I love you. You mean so entirely much to me, and I’m scared I would push you away,” he admits.

“Sugu,” you start, taking his hand in yours to shut down his insecure thoughts, “It’s okay. I already know.”

“Wait, you do?” he shouts incredulously, “Who told you? Was it Sukuna? Toji? It had to be Gojo, that mother fucker...Oh my God, it was my mom, wasn’t it? I told her not to say anything…”

“Baby no none of them told me, I was just waiting for you to show me?”

Suguru cocked an eyebrow, “Show you…?”

“My Christmas present, right?” you chuckle shoving him lightly, “I don’t mind if you forgot, I know you’ve had a lot on your mind recently. So what, did it just come in or something? I’m sure the snowstorm probably delayed whatever it was.”

“Oh! Yeah… Right! Your Christmas present, that’s what this is all about, haha,” he says, fumbling around, then heads into the room to find the small box. The little angel on his shoulder was shouting at him to turn back around that instant to tell you the truth. Meanwhile, the little, insecure Suguru on the other side sighed a breath he’d been holding in, glad to take a moment to collect himself. He reached into his bedside drawer and reappeared in the hallway to meet you.

“Merry belated Christmas, my love,” he whispers, presenting the box.

“You’re not proposing to me, right?” You eye him, breaking the palpable tension in the air, “because there is usually a part where you get on one knee and then there’s the speech.”

“No, no,” he laughs, “not yet at least,” he says with a wink, “gotta chase our dreams first.”

You open the tiny black box to be met with a small silver ring without a gemstone, but rather small engravings. 

Forever it read on the outside

♡ Sugu, it read on the inside.

“It’s a promise,” he starts, “a promise to forever be yours.”

He steps closer with every word, “a promise to forever be supporting you, near or far. A promise to love you even when you don’t love yourself.”

“And lastly,” tears pricked your eyes as you stared down at the ring, he was so close that his breath fanned across your skin, “It’s a reminder that no matter how much of a dream this opportunity is, that you, you y/n, are my dream.”

He slots the ring on your manicured pinky before sliding his to intertwine with yours, “I promise, that I love you.”

Time stood still at that moment. Nothing could pull you two apart. Standing together with pinkies interlocked.

“I love you, dream and all.”

“I love you forever.”

“Dream and all.”

–

“Finally they’re here!” 

Yuji outdid himself with this party. Lights were strung up along the ceiling and banisters, bottles of alcohol lined the kitchen tables, and so many people were there that they had to park around the block.

As his heart sank with the weight of his secret, the party continued in the background. The music was loud, and people were dancing and laughing, unaware of the turmoil.

Confetti rained down from the ceiling, and balloons bounced around the room, adding to the festivities, but he couldn't bring himself to enjoy any of it. All he could think about was the fact that he was leaving and that he had hurt the one person he cared about more than anything.

As the night wore on, he felt himself becoming more and more detached from the party. 

Many people came up to him with words of encouragement, pride beaming on their faces as his band would go on to make your small town proud.

 He watched as people wrote their New Year’s hopes on small pieces of paper and then taped them to the wall, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation. A couple of hours in, he sees you being whisked every which way by friends who were visiting home from university, and he smiles, knowing you have been looking forward to seeing them all year. His heart was heavy as he looked around the festive New Year's Eve party. The excitement of the countdown to midnight, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses all seemed to fade as he thought about what he had to do.

But he couldn't join in their celebration.

 He knew that when the clock struck midnight, his world would be completely different.

“Tick-tock, Cinderella,” Sukuna whispers into Geto's ear while passing by and then pointing at the clock above. 

One more hour till midnight.

“Wanna dance for a bit?” he heard your voice from next to him, “or are you too busy being broody in the corner?”

Much to his dismay, you pulled him onto the dance floor. He couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest as your hips melted into the rhythm of the song, your arms snaking up to his neck. He felt multiple sets of eyes land on you two, some filled with love, others in sadness, and some people even raised their cups in solemn of what’s to become of you two.

 In just a few short hours, Domain would be leaving for Japan, pursuing the dream that you both talked so highly of. It was an opportunity that would change his life, but it also meant leaving behind everything he knew and loved.

He looked around the room, friends he grew up with, family that supported him through everything, you, you being his world. Was he really ready to leave this life?

“Girl, if I were you I’d be fucking him into the next year!” a drunk girl slurred while bumping into you two.

“I mean I plan on it!” you chuckled while trying to steady her rocking frame.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do it y/n… long distance that already sucks… him having to keep you a secret for the rest of his life? Damn, that’s even worse.”

Feeling flustered by the truth, you begin to talk down the reality, “Oh, I feel secure enough in my relationship! I know Sugu is just doing what he has to do for his career, but that doesn’t mean he loves me any less! We have great communication-”

“Pshh, communication my ass! Did he even tell you that they leave–”

“Okay! That’s enough! Too much to drink as always, Utahime, huh?” He shushes her while pulling her to a couch to lie down.

“Oh fuck off, Geto, if you don’t want to tell her, I’ll tell her myself because you are too much of a pussy boy to do so!” she yells while being thrown onto the couch. 

Gathering his wits, he makes his way back to you. 

“What was that all about? What are you not telling me?” you ask, taking a step forward.

“Don’t worry about it, babe, you know Utahime gets too drunk at parties and keeps saying shit…” Geto sweats.

“Wait, you know that is weird because Miwa also brought up something along the lines of “Oh wow, he hasn’t told you yet?” when I was talking to her earlier… what are you hiding?” You suddenly feel the bottle of soju you had earlier. 

“Not here, please, not now…” he pleads, frantically looking around as people start to be intrigued by the madness happening in front of them.

“No, tell me now. New year, no secrets!” you stomp.

When the countdown finally began, Suguru felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that once the new year began, his life would be changed forever. 

“For fucks sake,” he says before pulling you outside.

He looked over at you, who was standing with your back turned to him. He wanted to go over to you, just hold you, to apologize, to make things right, but he knew that it was too late. 

He had to face the truth.

“You have ten seconds to tell me,” you say with crossed arms, chests pressed against each other.

As if on cue, he hears the crowd from inside the house start the countdown into the new year.

10!

“I have been keeping a secret.”

9!

“I haven’t been able to find the right words to tell you.”

8!

“I did pass my audition, and I will leave for Japan soon.”

7!

“My manager called the other day to tell me I'm leaving on Christmas.”

6!

“But I got an extension.”

5!

“When do you leave Suguru?” you ask with a shaky breath, eyes clouded with tears, as you stand watching the man you love break down.

4!

“I love you, y/n, don’t forget that.” he chokes out.

3!

“When do you leave Suguru Geto?!” you scream at him.

2!

Time stilled as he just stared at you with a trembling lip. 

1!

“I leave today.”

As the countdown ended, and the room erupted into cheers, fireworks went off from the backyard. He felt a sense of emptiness inside. 

“Happy New Year!” was ringing in his ears, the festivity inside contrasting the pit in his stomach. He knew that he was supposed to be celebrating, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so. All he could do was watch as you slowly walked backward, face twisted with pain.

You both stood there, both lost in your thoughts, as the new year began. And as the party continued around him, he felt more alone than ever before. 

"What? When were you going to tell me? You waited till the day of?"

"I didn't know how," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the cheers. "I didn't want to hurt you."

You took another step back, tears streaming down your face. "You're leaving me?"

Suguru reached out to touch you, but you pulled away. "No, y/n, it's not like that. I just..."

“You didn’t what?” you whispered, finally stepping forward, him retreating backwards, “You didn't do what, Geto!” finally yelled.

“You lied! You lied to my face, of all secrets to keep, you kept this. For what? Think I couldn’t take it? Couldn’t bear the fact you’d be chasing your dreams? What is it?” you screamed, pushing him with each sentence.

He took every beating, the punishment for his personalized brand of torture he put you through. You hit his chest as he stood, taking in every blow, face and body empty, a shell of the man you’ve come to love. 

“So much for forever right?” you finally stop, “so much for dreams and all.”

“Baby,” he pleads, “baby please don’t.”

“No, because…” You lift your face, running your hands through your hair, your ring getting caught in the tangles, reminding you of his promise, “fuck this Geto. This really was never going to work.”

“You don’t. You don’t mean that,” he shakes his head, reaching out for you.

“I fucking mean it,” you say while staring at him and taking off the ring and throwing it on the ground, “I hope it works out for you, Geto, I really do. Dreams and all.” 

You left Suguru there as he fell to his knees, cradling the ring that symbolizes everything you meant to him. The real engagement ring in his pocket never felt heavier in his pocket.

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xx kitty k