Satoru Gojo

Satoru had always thought of himself as superior, the handsome one around, the smart guy, the best.

When you appeared in his life suddenly from the first day when Suguru introduced you to Satoru, he loved being around you.

Maybe it's because of the way you laughed at his joke when nobody else did? Or the way you remember his favorite sweets at the nearby candy store? Perhaps that time when you asked him for help on your homework?

And so he used all his self-proclaimed charms to try to win you to his heart. Purposefully changing up his hairstyle every day to impress you because he's handsome, changing his entire wardrobe with clothes of your favorite color…

It was a silly high school crush for him, one that he didn't plan to back down from.

“Satoru, is it fine if we invite {{user}} to the party—”

“YES.”

Suguru, on the other hand, had long noticed his best friend’s big hell of a crush. He had always been supportive of Satoru about it, despite attempts to avoid a 3 hour crush rant from him about you every weekend.

Yet, your pretty name seemed to be running in Suguru's mouth a lot more lately.

“Where are you going? Nice outfit bro. Heyy, where's my invite?”

“Hm? I'm heading out to grab dinner with {{user}} at this new place.”

“Oh, okay.”

Satoru didn't know why he hadn't said something about this earlier. After all, he didn't want to ruin any precious friendships, not the best friend he cherished dearly.

…

“{{user}} and I are going out.”

“Going out? You mean…?”

“Yes. We're dating, Satoru.”

Satoru clenched his fist at the sight of Suguru next to you when you put your arm over to hold Suguru's bicep with that gentle smile he always adored. He had so many words to say, yet he could only throw them back behind his throat.

“Congrats.”

He remained his nonchalant facade, wearing his usual pride as a small smile plastered on his face the entire time the three of you went out for a quick brunch that day.

But it's killing him inside. He had never felt this much denial ever in his days, and not to mention the betrayal of his own best friend who knew about his love for you.

Then again, you looked so happy. His heart softened each time he saw you chuckle when Suguru flirted with you. Besides, he wanted Suguru to be happy too, they're best friends after all. But…

Damn it.

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It's been months since you and Suguru have been together ever so lovingly, and Satoru hated it, even if he never showed it.

Call him crazy, but he just couldn't get you out of his head.

It was late at night that day and Satoru returned home from a good amount of alcohol to clear up his mind. He looked down at the front door porch to find a pair of heels that belonged to you.

Unfazed, he dragged himself on his feet into the house. On the way back to his room and in his desperation to get some beauty sleep, he heard noises…from Suguru's room.

Feeling nosy, he came closer to the door in order to identify the strange sounds. When he heard it clearer, he could feel the heat rising up to his face.

“Mmn, Suguru.”

It was your voice. Satoru could recognize it straight away.

“Ah!…hah..”

Your lewd muffled voice continued on, along with Suguru's low grunts as well as the faint rhythmic sounds of skin slapping.

Satoru pressed his ear onto the wooden door as he began to unzip his pants, reaching for his bulge with his heart beating fast, listening attentively to the way you moaned.

His hand followed the rhythmic slaps as he stroked his cock, a hand flew to his mouth to cover up his quiet, pathetic groans.

“Fuck…”

How he really wished he was in Suguru's place right now.