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My Boyfriend (Who Lives in Canada)

Satoru loved his friends. He loved college, the freedom and connection of it, the knowledge and collaboration. He loved sitting around a lunch table with his friends, chattering on about nonsense and teasing each other.

And he was a little bit in love with his roommate, Suguru, who was seated beside him at the table. The six of them were crammed in to a booth that was only designed for four, so Satoru was basically mashed up against Suguru's side, their thighs sealed together and their shoulders brushing every time one of them moved. It felt electric, and Satoru was trying to ignore the little zings of desire that shot through him every time Suguru moved, or how his arm stretched out along the back of the booth, so close to being draped over Satoru's shoulders.

At the moment, Satoru was regaling them all with the story of some girl who had asked him out, and he hadn't realized that she was asking him out until the fourth(?) attempt when she'd finally gotten exasperated and just demanded are you gay or something?

"What'd you say?" Shoko asked, idly curious but not super invested, spinning her spoon against the bottom of her empty bowl.

"Oh. Just, like, no, I'm just not interested."

"Yeah, same as you've said every time someone has asked you out," Utahime contributed, with a little snort. "More likely you're just ace."

Silence descended around the table, somewhere between shocked and awkward. Satoru stared at her, lips parted, and for a moment he genuinely considered it. Am I asexual?

But then Suguru shifted very slightly, either out of awkwardness or intent to say something, and his arm brushed against the back of Satoru's neck. The bolt of lust that went through him shot straight to his cock. Right. Not asexual.

"I'm not," Satoru insisted, the words spilling indignantly from his mouth before he could think about them. "I have a boyfriend."

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"I can take you, pretty boy," Satoru challenges, laughing. He wiggles playfully against Suguru, movie and all other topics completely forgotten in favor of bantering and maybe wrestling. "And why wouldn't I just steal your bed in return? Is there something wrong with your bed? Too lumpy? The pillows are a problem, though, I'm not letting you steal my pillows. Gotta fight you for that."

Laughter spilling out of him as they keep teasing, he gives Suguru several teasing pokes in the side, prodding playfully at him. He's not yet outright tickling, but it's getting closer.

"Oh yeah?" Suguru wriggles away just enough that he can poke Satoru in return, jabbing his finger into his side. "Bet you can't. I'd have you crying uncle in thirty seconds flat. And I am not letting you steal my comfortable bed. I'd give you a pillow if I kicked you out of bed, like a gracious victor."

It's fun to just tease and banter like this, a little play fighting. He doesn't have siblings close in age, but he did have friends he'd do this with, and he's missed it.

Satoru laughs and squirms at the poking, wiggling back a little and then reaching out to clap the laptop shut and move it to the desk within reach so they're ... slightly less likely to knock it over or kick it.

"You can't steal my bed and deny me the use of yours. How exactly do you intend to maintain your possession of both beds? You can't use both at once." Satoru grabs one of his pillows to smack Suguru with it.

"Says you. I could find a way. Scoot them close together so I can sprawl out. Though if I kicked you to the floor, you'd be—"

The smack is unexpected and makes him topple over, but Suguru straightens, reaching for one of his pillows and holding it up as a guard against further torment. His eyes narrow as he looks at Satoru. "I haven't even pushed you off the bed and here you are, hitting me!"

Satoru laughs at his friend's indignation, giggling happily for a minute and letting down his guard a little. "You threatened to! Unjust bed thievery! Unjust bed monopolization. Can't believe you'd be so cruel as to make me sleep on the floor. Thought we were friends."

Satoru pouts dramatically at him, giving his best puppy eyes in retaliation for this bullying.

"Sleeping on the floor is not going to hurt you, baby," Suguru says, and then, since Satoru is trying to plead for mercy with those puppy eyes, swings his pillow, lightly smacking him in the face. "In fact, it might do you some good to sleep on the floor for a night."

Satoru blinks in surprise when Suguru calls him 'baby', cheeks turning pink, and then he realizes that Suguru probably meant it as in you're being a baby rather than as a term of endearment.

Flustering further at his own stupid reaction, Satoru hugs his pillow and buries his face in it for a few seconds, willing his cheeks to stop flaming.

When he lifts his head again, it's with the determination to pretend like nothing happened, chin lifted and expression stubborn. "I don't even remember what we were arguing about originally. Wanna finish the movie?"

The sudden shift, Satoru hiding his face in his pillow and then acting like nothing happened, leaves Suguru feeling thrown off balance, and his brow furrows, concern in his eyes for a second. He wavers, wondering if he should ask what happened, and then decides against it.

"You falling asleep on me," Suguru provides, straightening up and wriggling back into place. "I wouldn't push you out of bed, you know." He pauses for a moment, then nods to the laptop. "We'll need to rewind it."

Satoru quickly restores their original positions, rewinding the video an appropriate amount and settling in again. His arms hook around Suguru's waist, resuming from the highest amount of clinginess he'd reached rather than the level they'd started at when they'd begun the movie.

"I know," he mumbles against Suguru's shoulder, only three-fourths watching the movie from the way that he's turned toward Suguru. "You'd just wake me up."

Of course he'd wake him up, right? There was no reason Suguru would just let him sleep. Once the movie was over, Suguru would get bored of having Satoru sleeping on him.

It didn't matter anyway. Satoru wasn't that tired. He just wanted to be close.

He just wanted Suguru.

"No, I'd just let you sleep? Unless it was late and we both needed to get to sleep, and that's only if I didn't fall asleep too. There's nothing wrong with falling asleep on your friends, haven't—"

Well no, Satoru hasn't done that before, because he didn't have many friends, from what Suguru's gathered. But seriously, hasn't his boyfriend let him fall asleep on him? What a loser.

"Didn't you fall asleep on your boyfriend ever?"

Satoru gives a tiny jolt and freezes, startled by the question. He has to panic again, trying to rapidly figure out whether he should say yes or no, how this fits into his fictional relationship, the parts of the story he's already told. It would be normal, right? Yeah, it would definitely be normal.

"Y-yeah," Satoru insists, hoping that the pause wasn't too strange of a thing. "Of course."

He could feel himself blushing, which had to be obvious on his pale skin.

The pause and the blush tell Suguru one thing: the reason why Satoru fell asleep on his boyfriend was not G-rated. He looks at Satoru, and then smirks and snickers. "Oh, I see," he teases. He ruffles Satoru's hair again, then turns his attention back to the movie.

Satoru blinks, completely mystified about what conclusion Suguru just came to and not sure whether he should ask. Was there some kind of implication? Some kind of normal dating thing that Satoru doesn't know about? He feels so vastly out of his depth. Maybe he should look up a manual. 'How to Date: for Disaster Virgins.'

Blinking in confusion for a few more seconds, Satoru gives up on wondering and just sighs, sagging against Suguru's side again, wanting to put it all out of his mind. He's bad at this, so it's just as well that it's not relevant to him. Hopefully Suguru will lose interest and forget about the whole topic soon, and then Satoru will never have to deal with it again.

The movie continues, but Suguru is only half paying attention to it, mostly focusing on Satoru, and the warm, pleasant weight of him against Suguru's side. He shouldn't be thinking about that, but there's nothing wrong with enjoying how his friend feels against him, is there?

Eventually he loops his arm around Satoru to get comfortable, arm over his shoulder.

"This movie really is boring," he comments. "Not even scary."

Satoru makes a contented noise as Suguru's arm drops around him. He feels so warm and safe like that, cuddling with his best friend. Even if that's all he ever gets, he feels so lucky to have Suguru as his friend, and to be tucked by his side now, under the warmth of Suguru's arm.

"Mhm. We can watch something else, if you want? Or do something else." Satoru doesn't really want to do anything else if it means detaching from Suguru's side, but as long as they're still hanging out he's happy.

"Nah, this is fine. But I might start mocking the movie and subject you to comments about it." He gestures to the screen. "Like this. Even by the internal logic of the movie and understanding that none of these people have seen a horror movie before, this girl is acting stupid. She locked herself in the house with the killer, and she knows he's there!"

He shakes his head, despairing, but makes no move to untangle himself from Satoru.

Satoru laughs happily, wiggling against Suguru and cheering up immediately upon hearing Suguru grousing. He sits up more, immediately more engaged now that he gets to listen to Suguru complaining about the movie, which makes every part of the movie more interesting. "Please. You're not subjecting me to comments, you're bestowing your kernels of wisdom upon me. I just didn't have anything funny to say because it's so dumb, but I will listen to you complain all day long."

He's a little surprised that Suguru didn't know that. They've laughed and joked about movies before, but Satoru isn't the type to complain about a movie unless he has a joke to make. He wonders if he's missed out on Suguru's comments before, because Suguru didn't want to be disruptive if a movie wasn't terrible enough. "You know, I always want to hear your comments. Even if it's an actually good movie. I'd rather pause a dozen times and hear your thoughts even if it takes five hours to get through a movie."

"Oh, nothing funny? So you'd say something if you had something funny to say about it, huh? I'm going to have to find a movie for you to mock," he says, focusing on that for a moment. They have commented about movies before, but he's mostly been quiet, not wanting to interrupt, and never had lingering conversations during them, or anything after the movie.

The rest of Satoru's words make him flush, feeling something flutter in his stomach that feels close to butterflies. Which is ridiculous, getting butterflies over his best friend saying something like that. "I can easily talk about movies all day," he says, "even if they're good. Maybe especially if they're good. There's a lot to be said about scenes. I don't want to ruin the flow, though."

"I don't mind if you ruin the flow. I just wanna hear you talk." Satoru hugs his arms tighter around Suguru's waist, hoping his stupid, hopeless crush isn't too embarrassingly obvious. He feels so incredibly happy just hearing Suguru talk. Just being here with him. "Figures you'd have all kinds of narrative opinions, all your smart lit crit stuff. If you really care about ruining the flow, you can just tell me everything afterward. Or we can just watch movies multiple times, once for the flow and then once with you picking them apart and telling me all the things they did right and wrong."

"I can tell you after, but we should watch twice. Sometimes you have to actually see the scene to understand, or I can point out something technical, you know?" He grins at Satoru, still feeling a little flustered and shy about it, but pleased he can actually talk about that. "I might keep you up for hours doing that, though. I can talk a lot about films."

"Good, do it." Satoru rolls his eyes, amused at how Suguru seems shy about this. It's really cute. "I wanna hear all of it, Suguru."

Returning his attention to the screen so that he can watch and understand Suguru's complaints, Satoru nestles comfortably against him, then sighs deeply. It comes out sounding dramatic enough to surprise him, and he hopes that Suguru doesn't think anything about it. He just ... needed to sigh. He's got a lot of emotions in his chest right now. All tangled up together so he can't make sense of them.

"You okay?" Suguru asks, when he hears that sigh. It doesn't seem like it's much of anything, and he doesn't think it's about talking while a movie is playing, considering that he just said he wanted to hear everything, so Suguru isn't sure. Maybe he's just missing his boyfriend? Routine? Something?

On the screen, the final girl ends up stabbing the killer, and, predictably, ends with an ominous note for a potential sequel, but Suguru doesn't pay much attention to it, focusing on Satoru instead.

"Mhm," Satoru agrees, not wanting to think about it or disturb the movie, but he's grateful for Suguru for asking, for caring.

He yawns when the movie finishes, sitting up and stretching. "Mkay, now do I get to hear all of Suguru's wise insights and commentary? I've been very patient. I want all your literary criticisms now. Give them to me."

"There's nothing literary to say about this movie," he grouses, immediately switching gears; the movie wasn't among the worst he's seen, nor was it good, which is one of the major issues in his opinion. Something so average as to just be mediocre and nothing else.

He launches into a talk about that, skipping to different scenes to talk about how it could have just been a little better if they had made a change, or leaned into something else.

Satoru settles against Suguru's side again, gaze kind of sleepy and distant, so it might seem at first like he's not paying attention, but he has a question whenever Suguru pauses. Suguru's analysis and commentary is far more interesting than the movie itself had been, so Satoru digs into it, mostly follow up questions to go deeper into Suguru's thoughts, but occasionally a question that challenges his point of view or suggests a different interpretation. Satoru isn't nearly as invested, so it's not the kind of spirited argument or debate he might offer for another topic, but it's enough to keep them both talking for over an hour, until Satoru finally points out that it's near dinner time and they go down to the dorm cafeteria.

Bringing up another movie that they've seen recently that he has more opinions about, Satoru starts chattering about that, pressing Suguru for more of his analysis even though in this case they don't have the movie up in front of them to reference. He's just excited to talk with Suguru about everything and nothing.

They're wrapping up their meal when a girl comes over and interrupts. Satoru blinks at her, surprised, as she talks to Suguru about some shared class, completely ignoring Satoru.

It's not the first time people have hit on Suguru in front of him, but Satoru's flustered today, and annoyed. After he's had Suguru to himself all afternoon, cuddling and talking, the idea that anyone else could have a claim on him seems absurd. Rather than having had his fill of Suguru's company, their lovely afternoon just makes him feel greedy for more, and he's furious about this girl giving Suguru her number and flirtatiously suggesting that they study together sometime.

Satoru glares at her, all the angrier because she doesn't even seem to notice the glare. He might as well not exist.

Edited 2025-08-10 05:18 (UTC)

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