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Author's POV

"I hate my schedule." satoru groans, throwing his head back from the couch, "I want to go out with my friends and sister."
"it's not your schedule, you're a member in the society." suguru corrects, rplling his eyes at how dramatic the silver haired was being.
"well I'm so tired. you know... you're not the type to go out, counting the fact you were sick yesterday and you're already alive and breathing again." satoru raises an eyebrow at his best friend, concerned about the sudden change, "you're different right now."
suguru halts, he was in the middle of wearing his t-shirt but he stopped mid way, his back was faving the blue eyed man.
satoru was right, he was different. we all know why, cause he fucking likes the younger gojo now. his heart beats like a teenager in love. the feelings was the least of his worries, satoru finding out was the biggest.
"I don't know what you're talking about." suguru says before continuing to wear his t-shirt all the way.
"whatever." satoru rolls her eyes, too tired to protest at the moment, "life's great to me recently."
"weren't you just complaining a second ago?" suguru says with a hint of confusion as he now turned his body to fully face the silver haired.
"it's my sister, dude... and megumi." satoru couldn't help the smile he was holding in from showing, he's just so supportive to the overall idea. he absolutely loved megumi for you, no one else.
suguru basically rolls his eyes, no other reason other than... he was jealous, plain and simple, the man didn't like hearing anyone liking you more with megumi than him. but what can he do? he seemed like a man from the sideline.
"you're over acting, satoru." suguru says with a roll of his eyes, now walking up to his drawer, opening it as he grabs his perfume.
"yeah, my sister just found the best and perfect man for her, i shouldn't be happy?" satoru mocks.
"how do you know that?" suguru asks, despite his back was facing satoru, the older gojo knew that suguru had a dejected expression just by his tone dripping with sarcasm.
satoru pauses for a moment, there was a second where he tried to guess what made suguru so different, but no guess came close to the real conclusion, "because i know megumi."
"does she think the same?" suguru turns the table around just like that, anyone can feel it, the smug smirk plastered the long haired's face.
suguru finally lifts his perfume before spraying it all around his body, making sure no part was missed.
"dude, what the fuck?" satoru curses as he pinches his nose, trying to block the smell out.
"what?" suguru asks, an eyebrow raising at the blue eyed.
"you're spraying like it's your last day on earth. my fucking nose can hear now, that's how strong your perfume is." satoru groans once again, voice dripping with sarcasm and also irritation.
"haters gon hate." suguru shrugs his shoulder. joking, obviously.
"who you tryna impress anyway."
suguru told himself not to get close, every time he did before, it ended in a disaster. with his parents, and now he doubted it with you. you were just satoru's sister, someone who suguru shouldn't even bother looking at, he intended to anyway.