notes: luuk herssen x reader, medical assistant/graduate, helping him with his documents during a rough day and getting a private moment of comfort
author's notes: ahh!! my debut post n it's luuk... as it should be
With a heavy sigh you place the pile of documents right next to the other ones on Luuk's desk, wiping your forehead from the effort it took to move the files from the other side of the infirmary to this one.
A smile on your face as he looks up from examining a report and looks you over. "Tired?" He asks, already reaching into his pocket to pull out one of his oldest tricks; offering a piece of candy.
You nod a bit in response and laugh quietly at his usual strategy. "Mm, am I like the rest of the students here to only get some sweet?" You question as he raises his eyebrows at you before the corners of his lips turn up. "Now, now... What happened to my strong, tough assistant?" He teases and pockets the original reward he wanted to give you. He leans back in his chair and gives you one of his charming grins.
"Still right here, just exhausted and craving some affection." You answer as you cross your arms, your expression shifting into an expectant one.
He appears to take the hint and gets up from his seat to walk over to your side and wraps his arms around your waist. "My apologies, sweetheart. I can't deprave you of my attention for too long, hm? Otherwise you'll get a bit feisty." You merely sigh and return his embrace, your hands resting at his nape. His boyish charm never once faded.
"What can I say? I do have the most brilliant and handsome doctor to call my boyfriend..." You say with him laughing at the implications. "You think I'm the most handsome man ever?" He asks with a hint of disbelief, an airy laugh in his voice.
"Why wouldn't you be?"
He seems to blush a bit at the words, kissing your forehead to hide the pink spreading across his cheeks. "Huh. The prettiest being I've ever rested my eyes upon called me handsome." He murmurs as he tugs you a bit closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and let the comfortable silence swallow you both.
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notes: fluff, just two gays in love, they're downbad, satoru's sweet tooth, happy end, alternative universe
author's notes: god i love them, js recently bought the manga in physical form instead of reading it online, so excited for it, this fic is self indulgent bc i'm dying in this heat alr
With Satoru being sprawled all over the apartment's couch, Suguru had to settle for the floor. Clad in a thin cotton shirt and some basic black shorts, he was still sweating bullets. The white haired man above him was in a similar outfit; just missing a shirt.
"Ugh... Suguru... Do something about the heat...! I think I'm about to melt..." Satoru whined, covering his eyes with his arm. A pout was slowly forming on his face as he let out a dramatic sigh.
Suguru merely groaned in response, shaking his head. "The fuck you want me to do? Become God?" He questioned and raised his upper body to look at his best friend. Hopefully more than that soon. The crush he developed on Gojo has been growing day by day, even after years of friendship he still refused to confess out of fear he'd ruin something that was already good enough.
Satoru was still whining about the heat, doing everything he can to get rid of that annoying feeling of overheating. Burrowing his face into a pillow until it got too hot, trying to move some air towards his face with his hands, basically anything he could.
The purple eyed man was watching him, just not the way you'd expect. His eyes trailing down from time to time towards Gojo's abdomen before he snapped his eyes back to his face and his actions.
A sigh left the man's mouth as his expression fell into a subtly amused one at the other one's dramatic acts. "We can get mochi ice cream." Suguru offered.
Blue eyes met his, Satoru's expression brightening into a toothy grin. "Really? It's a date then." He said as he got up from the couch and sprinted towards his room for a shirt.
Geto's eyes following him, a quizzical look on his face. "A date?" He mumbled under his breath but shook his hopes out of his head. Gojo couldn't have meant it that way. Words were just words at the end.
The two set off for the nearest convenience store to search for the snack they mentioned earlier, considering the one they usually went to had run out. Satoru checked that personally.
Arriving to one, the pair sighed in relief upon the building's AC hitting their bodies, the subtle freedom of some freezing air giving them some time to breathe properly.
Gojo headed straight towards the frozen section, Geto following close behind. They found their desired dessert not long after they began their search. Satoru's eyes twinkling as he held the dairy above him, going as far as to kiss the packaging and whisper words of praise.
"Seriously?" Suguru asked, his head tilting to the side with a smirk on his face. "Dirty talking your ice cream?" The white haired man ignored his teasing remarks and stuck his tongue out at him. "What, jealous?" He retorted as he watched his best friend's reaction.
"Oh, you wish, you little shit." Geto responded, his eyes narrowing. "You probably can't praise as well as I do." He challenged. Satoru seemed to take that almost personally.
"You wanna have a competition, pretty boy?" Gojo questioned, the two falling into their usual banter, the hints of flirting never faltering between them.
After a while of arguing they finally went to checkout, grabbing two packets of mochi ice cream, which Satoru would end up eating almost whole, him also paying for the sweet dairy.
They left the convenience store and began ripping apart the packaging, begging for some relief from the horrible heat. A short walk to the park was imminent as they fought for who gets the strawberry flavored mochi.
"Sugu...! Pretty please... Let me have it..." A change of strategy from Satoru; instead of trying to pry it out of Geto's hands, chosing to whine his way to Suguru's heart along with a pout on his pink lips.
Geto grumbles at his antics but relents at the last minute, shoving it into Satoru's mouth and rolling his eyes. "There you go, fatass," he mumbles as he crosses his arms.
The white haired man noticing his partner's sulking, that Suguru tried to hide, thought about what to do. This could be his perfect chance for a confession and a potential first kiss.
He leaned in, his hand softly resting on Geto's increasingly flushing cheek. "Sugu... Don't be upset at me." Gojo begged, inching even closer. Purple eyes seemed to focus on anywhere else, trying to avoid the moment. He still thought he could be taking the wrong signs of Satoru's behavior.
"Just keep the mochi, Toru." Suguru mumbled, his cheeks the color of a ripe tomato. That only seemed to spur the Honored One and he closed the remaining distance between the two.
Geto's lips were soft against his, probably due to the amount of chapstick Suguru uses. Those enticing lips have been calling him for years, and only just now does he get to claim them.
The mochi seems to travel from Gojo's mouth to his 'best friend's', melting and leaving behind a sweet, sugary taste.
The kiss continues for a little while before they pull apart for air, gasping and realizing just what had happened. With Satoru's hand in Suguru's hair that he let down from its bun so he could find the soft locks and cling to them and the other holding Suguru's cheek to hold him still.
They stare at each other for the longest time, still stabilizing their breaths, letting the action sink between them.
"So, um..." Satoru begins and looks at Suguru expectantly. "Can we do this more often?" He asks with a hopeful expression, batting his eyelashes to further try to convince the man in front of him.
"Are you asking me out by fucking mochi?" Geto asks with his eyes widened in disbelief, wet lips parting, almost like he wanted to continue but thought twice about it.
After collecting his thoughts and feelings he nods, the Honored One almost jumping up from joy as he pecks all over Suguru's face and settles lastly on his lips, leaning back with a loud 'pop.'
Me: I hate those romantic relationships in stories where the girl completely loses her personality as soon as the guy she's interested in walks into the room. That's stupid.
Me: *proceeds to revise my story*
Story: *Strong female MC completely loses her personality and becomes a mushy blob of Jello when interacting with male MC*
You know when you've been struggling to fix a certain story issue in your writing for months and months and then suddenly you come up with this really simple but perfect solution that seems completely obvious? Yeah, that just happened
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