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It all started when Satoru realized that Suguru’s taste had changed in many ways.
First, when he visited Suguru’s house last month, he noticed Suguru had added a guitar stand next to the piano in the lobby hall of the first floor. It had the style of an adolescent boy rock and roll, which was too abnormal. Who was Suguru? A major in classical music. Except for Satoru, anyone who met Suguru would praise him for his elegance and nobility. He was always so gentle and distant. Would such a person learn the guitar, especially an electric one?
Satoru tried to imagine Suguru holding an electric guitar and strumming the strings in a state of ecstasy. A chill ran down his spine. It was unimaginable. Influenced by his family, the Geto family, Suguru had been engaged in the art industry for generations and had a good reputation. They had taught Geto Suguru to be a young man who presented himself in a sophisticated manner. So, if Satoru had not seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe it.
That day, Satoru asked his friend directly why he set up an electric guitar beside his piano, but Suguru just smiled and said nothing. He took the guitar and began stoking the strings with his fingertips. No matter how much Satoru tortured him to answer, he refused to say anything. He loved to talk, but Satoru had little interest in most people and things. At that point, he was too lazy to ask anymore.
Then, a month later, he found out there was an electronic keyboard next to the piano. Although it belonged to the same group of instruments as the piano, it was not the same style.
“Hey, Suguru, is something wrong with you?” Gojo asked as he rested his long legs on the table, leaning against the long couch in the hall.
“Have you changed departments?” Satoru continued as he examined the electric guitar that had bothered him the last time he had been there. The guitar had obviously been used. Was it possible Suguru had lost interest in classical music and was preparing to switch to electronic-style music?
Suguru was typing on his phone with his head down. The bangs on the side of his forehead were dropping, but they did not block his eyebrows and eyes, which were clearly filled with gentleness and joy. A row of studded earrings was pinned to his ears, which gave off a cold metallic luster under the large crystal lamp on the ceiling. It was completely different from Suguru’s usual image.
“Wow,” Satoru exaggeratedly clapped his hands and said, “Suguru has fallen in love again, congratulations.”
Suguru didn’t object. Instead, he raised his head and smiled sincerely at Satoru. Not picking on Satoru’s tone, he nodded and said, “Thank you for your blessing.”
That aroused Satoru’s curiosity. In the past, Sugusu usually smiled or said nothing to such teasing, but this time, he had an uncharacteristically demure look. It seemed like he was satisfied in love.
Suguru was a likeable guy. Ever since he was young, he had a good rapport with women, unlike Satoru, who had a good face that was inversely proportional to his personality. He never made the girls who confessed to him cry like Satoru did.
Naturally, his girlfriends changed like water. But he was not a scumbag. He did not have relationships with anyone else during the relationship. He was just cold, so the woman usually broke up with him. It was just that as soon as one was over, the next one would come through at the next opportunity. He was not good at rejecting people, or he simply did not care about these things, so he didn’t even have the opportunity to have an open window period.
Sometimes, Satoru would not even remember that Suguru had a girlfriend. By the time he knew about his new girlfriend, it would turn out that Suguru was already three or four women away from the last one.
Satoru often teased his friend about whether he was tired of dealing with women so frequently. Suguru honestly said he was tired, but it didn’t matter because he did not think anything was wrong with him. Did falling in love have to be so heartbreaking and lingering he would need to talk about it? Suguru would say. The woman’s confession to him was just wishful thinking from the beginning. He paid for all the things she wanted to buy, but they still proposed breaking up even when he neither cheated nor did anything to feel sorry for them.
“So cold, Suguru,” Satoru said with a smile. Then, the topic of the ex-girlfriend dissipated like smoke. Anyway, the next one was coming soon.
Satoru preferred not to inquire too deeply. Although he was a little curious, he lacked the spirit of curiosity. Therefore, regarding Suguru's current girlfriend, he just sighed in his head.
Satoru studied at the Department of Medical Science at the University of Tokyo. He was a top student and a wealthy second-generation son-in-law who was 100% rich. Such a shiny and illuminated character profile, and yet his emotional life was barren. When he walked through the research institute, his white coat was as clean as any. Of course, he was proud of himself and considered himself a golden bachelor.
One of the things Satoru disliked the most in his life was trouble. He hated troublesome things and troublesome people. After being recommended as the student council president, he had a lot of social activities and had to take care of new stupid people. In Satoru’s daily life, There were countless worries. In the past, he always complained to Suguru. However, recently, Suguru would often say that he was busy, and the two of them had not seen each other for a month.
With no one to complain to, Gojo could only drag the Lamborghini Aventador out of his garage and drive around at night. The nightlife in the downtown area was rich, and the lights were so hot that they seemed to melt the snow, and the smaller snowflakes swayed in the colorful lights. It had been quite some time since winter began, and although there were fewer people on the street, it was still the most prosperous area in Tokyo, with no shortage of people and nightlife.
Satoru had never been very interested in these places. What was the point of letting a scantily clad woman rub all over him? He had to wash his clothes whenever the smell of makeup and perfume ruined them. It was not that he had mysophobia. Satoru was somewhat more clean-minded than others and sensitive to smells. If someone had an odor that he did not like, Gojo would not give them much attention.
When he was bored, he remembered there was a particular bar in Ginza. He often heard people say it was very classy. Satoru looked out the car window at the bar’s low-profile sign. However, despite being low profile, the parking area in front of the bar was filled with people.
Perhaps out of boredom or temporary confusion, Satoru parked the car under the guidance of the staff member. Then he stepped out of the car with a stride of his long legs. He never went to a bar on his own accord, and when he needed to come, he would pick the 0-alcohol spots. As for being drunk, the person who dared to pour him a drink was probably not born yet.
"Does the gentleman have a reservation?" the host asked politely.
"No." He came here on a whim, so naturally, he hadn't made a reservation.
"Alright, sir. Please come in." The welcome host nodded and respectfully welcomed him through the door.
Satoru put his hands in his pockets and walked straight in. The bar had some good taste—it was lively but not tacky. Weekends were the peak time for the bar, so there were so many people that there were not many booths left. Satoru refused the wine menu handed over by the waiter, pointed to the bar, and then walked to the bar and sat down.
The bartender in front of the high table saw Satoru approaching, and his eyes overflowed with some hidden admiration. No matter where he was placed, such a man would always be the center of attention, with "I am very expensive" written all over his body, The bartender thought. He initially thought he could talk more about wine culture and try to make progress in other areas, but in the end, Satoru came up and asked for a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling orange drink.
Ah, it seems he was a drinker who didn't want to get drunk. The bartender regretted it a bit.
“Your drink, sir.” The bartender said as he gracefully sat the light orange drink on the table and pushed it to Satoru. Satoru raised his eyes, took the drink, and spat out an emotionless thank you. Then said no more words.
So, the bartender had to start his own conversation. "Sir, are you here to watch the show alone today?"
Satoru did not say anything. Sensing the other party's intention to strike up a conversation, he just took another sip of his drink, unimpressed.
Bartender: “...” Well, I’ll bear with it. Handsome guys are difficult to deal with.
However, the bartender did not back down. He brought out a piece of paper filled with black, gray, and gold colors.
“Today's theme is Decaying Cities. Do you want to see the program list? SPell is performing tonight.”
Satoru used his index finger to slide the paper on the table to the front of his face, then lowered his head to read. The program's first half was over; it was now the ten-minute intermission. There were still three minutes before the start of the second half, and the band called SPell, the bartender just mentioned, had three songs at the end. Calculating the time, he still needed to wait half an hour, he thought, reluctantly taking a look at it.
The bartender saw Satoru read the program list for a while and then turned his head to look at the empty stage without interest or intention of communicating with him.
Well, the bartender shrugged, deciding it was a smart choice to give up. There was grass everywhere in the world, so why struggle for a single flower, even if it is too eye-catching?
Satoru didn't care what kind of twists and turns the person opposite him was going through. He just lazily drank the non-alcoholic sparkling drink in his hand, ignoring the disturbing gazes around him. When the stares made him uncomfortable, he would stare coldly at them.
However, despite this, there was still an endless stream of people coming up to chat with him, and even if they were polite and courteous, Satoru was still very annoyed. He asked the waiter to buy a bouquet of bright red roses and placed them next to him as though he was waiting for someone. As expected, fewer people came up to chat with him.
Gojo realized that SPell had come on stage when he heard cheering. Satoru had been initially staring at the mint surrounding the rim of his glass, thinking that if he couldn’t wait for SPell after this drink, he would leave. So, when he heard the cheers and people shouting "SPell" in unison, Satoru raised his head and looked at the stage.
First, the lead singer came on stage and greeted everyone. He was a pink-haired boy holding an electric guitar. His cat-like eyes were raised, round, and very cute. The boy didn't have one bit of stage fright. He was obviously a resident band member. He greeted everyone in a lively and cheerful manner. He seemed to have remembered that today's theme was a declining city, so he calmed down a little and gave a more serious look. One could tell the clothes were purposefully chosen to match today's theme by being dark and shabby. However, the youthful, smooth face and cherry-pink hair were still like pink flowers blooming among the debris of the ruins.
Gojo felt that his eye had been fixed by an irresistible force. His eyes could only focus on the boy’s body without moving. After what felt like half an hour, the bartender spoke again,
“Cute, huh? His name is Yuuji. He is the lead singer and guitarist of SPell. He is very popular. It seems that you are also very interested. But I regret to inform you, as I have countless other customers before you, he has a boyfriend."
Satoru's eyes finally fell on him, and the bartender felt quite refreshed that he was back in the game.
Unfortunately for the bartender, Satoru did not care that the boy already had a partner but that his partner was a man, and he was also a man. So he had more than a good chance as long as he, Satoru, wanted it? Yes, there was nothing he couldn’t get.
After introducing himself, Yuuji stepped down and invited other members of the band to come on stage.
The three members came on the stage, and the audience cheered. Satoru's eyes widened. Under the specially created stage light, who was that man with a bun? Was he Suguru's younger brother? He must be. How could it be Suguru? Suguru had to have some younger brother. It could not be Suguru himself.
Then ‘Suguru's younger brother’ took the microphone and said calmly: “Suguru.”
It was Suguru himself.
Suguru had told Satoru he had an appointment, but it turned out to be to join a bar band to play. Was he playing the electronic keyboard? They even had to raise the piano stand because he was too tall. This non-alcoholic sparkling drink must have spiked with alcohol.
When the bartender saw Satoru staring at Suguru dazed, he smiled and said, "Yes, you can see it too. Mr. Suguru is the boyfriend. With your qualifications, sir, can you still compete?”
Satoru didn't say anything; he just looked at the stage. The dim light blurred his vision but didn't remove the heat. Satoru could clearly feel Suguru's eyes looking hot and full of love as he looked at Yuuji, playing the guitar and singing at the front. All the weird things made sense at this moment. The electric guitar, electronic keyboard, earrings, and weekends he was always unavailable were all answered.
In the end, the man with long black hair hugged the boy with pink hair and kissed him in the center of the stage with no reluctance. The boy with short pink hair struggled slightly and started to dote on his boyfriend.
The bartender watched Satoru's face rise and fall in the flickering light, and finally, a smile appeared with a strange arc on his lips.
What he wanted was what he wanted.
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Yuuji Itadori discovered a rule: the friends of handsome guys were handsome guys.
In the past, Yuuji had only heard of this best friend, Satoru, from his boyfriend. The two had never actually met due to various reasons. But, today, while practicing a new song at Suguru’s house, a tall, handsome guy walked in through the door of the hall against the light. Suguru went upstairs to get some hand cream because Yuuji’s hands, which had been plucking the guitar strings, were prone to injury in the cold and dry winter.
As soon as Suguru went upstairs, the handsome white-haired guy walked in the door.
The housekeeper received him familiarly and asked the handsome man why he hadn't notified Master Suguru in advance today. The handsome man shook his head and said that he came on his own incentive and there was no need to make special preparations.
As soon as he entered the door, the handsome guy walked straight towards Yuuji. Yuuji had an intuition that this was Suguru’s friend, but unfortunately, he didn't know his name. So, he could only raise his hand and smile brightly, taking the initiative to greet him.
Unexpectedly, the handsome man actually knew his name. He smiled back and leaned very close to him. Yuuji could see the feather-white eyelashes spread like velvet over the blue eyes.
“Hello, Yuuji.”
"Do you know me?" Yuuji blinked and slightly distanced himself. As expected, Suguru’s friends were all handsome guys.
"I know you. I listened to SPell's performance, and I like you very much.” Then Satoru introduced himself, “My name is Gojo Satoru. I’m Suguru’s friend.”
Yuuji was unsure what the word "like" meant to him. Was it an affirmation of his performance? It sounded like there was something else in it. However, a handsome guy like Satoru must have a girlfriend, so maybe he was being a little too sensitive.
"I’m honored you like me! Since you’re Geto-senpai's friend, can I call you Gojo-senpai?" Satoru was tall, even slightly taller than Suguru, so Yuuji needed to raise his face when talking to him.
From Satoru's point of view, simply put: he was adorable as hell.
Thus, the first meeting between the two was successfully completed. Suguru himself did not expect that this close friend's unsolicited visit would distort the relationship between the three of them in the future.
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Yuuji was in his third year of high school this year, and rather than studying, he spent most of his energy on music. SPell was a band that he and his classmates formed in their first year of high school. The band's reputation gradually spread through the bumpy process, attracting people from outside the school, and the band also developed well.
The change happened three months ago. The classmate who originally held the position of electronic keyboard in the band had quit due to pressure from family and their studies. Naturally, Yuuji understood his difficulties, so they parted ways after completing their last performance on the same stage.
He first met Suguru at the school's music lecture. The school and the university cooperated to hold a joint lecture, and Suguru was invited to participate in a benefit performance as a guest. The school leaders also arranged for Yuuji's band to perform on stage in advance, but the performance was unsatisfactory due to the electronic keyboard player's withdrawal.
After stepping off the stage, they incidentally sat together in the last row. After sitting down, Yuuji realized that the guy next to him was the handsome man who had just performed on the stage. Not only did he have a good-looking face, but his piano skills were second to none. The man later asked for them to exchange contact information. Yuuji did not think too much about the other party's intentions and immediately agreed while being flattered.
As they gradually became acquainted, the two shared their daily routines with each other from time to time. Yuuji also told Suguru about the troublesome situation in which the electronic keyboard player position in their band was currently vacant. But he never expected that Suguru, a classical music student, would offer to join the band to help fill the gap. Yuuji refused to agree, feeling too embarrassed to bother Suguru; however, after some pushing and pulling between the two, Suguru agreed he would quit when SPell recruited a new electronic keyboard player, and SPell officially returned to the stage.
The romantic relationship between the two also developed naturally. Although Yuuji did not realize that Suguru had intentions for him from the first time he watched SPell's performance, he still fell head over heels in sweet love.
Band performances were always good at stimulating the secretion of hormones and dopamine in people. The hot atmosphere, heartfelt shouting, powerful drum beats, and dazzling light. The young love was expanding and intertwined with sexual desire. The two of them always have sex non-stop at the nearest hotel after the performance.
However, after venting, Yuuji still had to face the pile of homework and his academic performance, which had been dragged down from being in the band. After Yuuji was once again lectured by his class teacher about his bad grades, he took out his mobile phone and saw a message from Satoru. Since there was no reply for half an hour, the other party kept asking where he had gone.
"I'm sorry, Gojo-senpai, I was just called by my teacher to be scolded," Yuuji said over the phone.
“Ah, what mistake did Yuuji make?”
"No, it’s because... well, my recent test scores are not too good....”
"Is that so? My grades were actually very good when I was in high school."
" I know Gojo-senpai is very smart! Don't make fun of me!"
“Ehhh… so Yuuji is a dummy… I mean, I can tutor Yuuji, right? Math, Physics, Chemistry, whatever.”
"That’s expensive, right? Gojo-senpai?"
"Am I the kind of scumbag-senpai who would charge my junior for tutoring?! It's free!"
"Wow! Really! Gojo-senpai is really kind-hearted!"
So, the after-school tutoring duo was established, and the group meeting place alternated between Yuuji’s and Gojo's houses.
Yuuji was a bit reserved at first, but then he completely let go and played with Satoru. Satoru's personality is more lively than Suguru's. Their personalities were very compatible. Sometimes, when they were playing, they made so much noise that the housekeeper at Gojo’s mansion would go upstairs to check if the two of them had bumped into each other. Naturally, her heart was also sincerely happy that her young master, who has a bad temper, had found a new friend.
The housekeeper never expected that his friend would end up on the bed while playing, panting as they looked at each other. The strange and ambiguous atmosphere gave Yuuji a thrill all the way down his spine. How did things get like this? Although he constantly failed exams, Yuuji was not an idiot. Moreover, he was in a relationship with Geto-senpai. He had already noticed things were a little weird between him and Gojo… but avoided delving too deep into them.
When they were alone, Gojo-senpai was very clingy. He would hug him and play cute, asking him to help peel oranges and feed them in his mouth. While tutoring him, Gojo-senpai would roll up the exercise book and tap him on the head. Then he would murmur, hold his pen with his upper hand, completely wrap Yuuji’s hand in his larger palm, and turn his face over to discuss the topic while leaning as close as possible, his warm breath spraying Yuuji’s ears.
Yuuji thought about whether the relationship between the two crossed the line, but Satoru never did anything more outrageous. The point-and-click temptation may just be a straight man's way of expressing his dependence on his friends, and Yuuji couldn't convince himself to use his erotic thoughts to define the various behaviors of Gojo-senpai.
However, the ambiguity finally reached a critical point. At this moment, Satoru was lying on top of his body. His beautiful pupils, with the aura of fireworks, looked directly at him. It had been like this in the past, and it was like this now. Whenever Gojo-senpai used that face and those beautiful eyes to attack him, Yuuji was always unable to reject him. He was like a holy angel with white eyelashes and white hair. The words spoken by such a person have the allure to make people obey unconditionally.
Yuuji had no way of knowing that the handsome senior had been thinking about approaching him from the start and how he had planned this hunting game. He was lost in the sky and the glaciers that Gojo had given him. He believed every word and every sentence Satoru said.
So, it was only when he was naked and honest with himself that Yuuji realized that this relationship should not be happening. He clearly knew that his boyfriend was Suguru and loved him very much. He and Suguru were truly in love even when they were still in the heat of the moment and wanted to express their love to each other.
Suguru was particularly sexy when he lifted his long hair and leaned down to kiss him. Every time he thought of that scene and the obsidian shine of his ears reflecting the blurry and dazzling light, Yuuji could not help but get wet and long for sex. These were all true, but it was also true that he reacted to Satoru's kiss. Yuuji despised how he could sleep with two good friends at the same time. It was so lewd and immoral.
“No, Gojo-senpai, we shouldn't be like this…”
“Call me Satoru.”
“That's not it, senpai...:” Satoru ran his tongue over Yuuji’s tender nipples,
“Hmm, ah...senpai, listen to me..." Yuuji stretched out his hand to push away the head buried in his chest.
"Why did you reject me?" Satoru looked in disbelief, and he did not look happy.
"Am I not good-looking? Is my body not good enough? Or is my dick not big enough?" saying that he pulled open the edge of his underwear and let the thick and ferocious thing pop out. Even someone like Yuuji, who is used to bathing in large bathhouses, sucked in his breath at the sight of it. The only other person to have such a big bird worthy of applause and praise from the whole school was Suguru.
"No, senpai, you are good at everything. It's just..."
Satoru didn't care what he said in the second half of the sentence. He believed the sheep he wanted to get would come to him, whether stolen, robbed, hard, or soft —in his own mouth.
Yuuji found that he actually had feelings for two people at the same time. Such scumbag behavior made Yuuji feel ashamed and annoyed at himself. As Satoru penetrated him, he always raised his hand to cover his face to prevent the other person from seeing him. However, Satoru forcefully moved his arm, leaned forward, and kissed him carefully as if he could not refuse. The kiss made it difficult for Yuuji to breathe, and his eyelashes became sticky from being licked.
“Yuuji, you're so hot and tight inside, oh, it's so comfortable for me, so good at sucking me in…”
Like a virgin thrusting his dick into someone for the first time, Satoru tirelessly pumped in and out each time with great force. He fucked Yuuji so hard that he penetrated into the unknown depths of the person beneath him. The veins on his fair, muscular arms popped out, causing Yuuji's head to almost hit the headboard several times.
Satoru was worried that Yuuji would become even more stupid after hitting his little head, so he stretched out his hands to push the person into his arms and put his hands around the other boy’s head. Then he held him in his arms and fucked him hard, all the while chanting Yuuji’s name, saying that he felt so comfortable and so good, giving Yuuji the illusion that he was using his tender pussy to fuck someone else's cock.
The movement between them was so great that the expensive carved bed in Satoru's bedroom couldn't help but make an overwhelming creaking sound due to the high-intensity impact.
The housekeeper wanted to come up and deliver the fruit, but he heard the sound of the bed through the thick door. However, he didn't expect that the sound would come from the two people having too intense sex. He knocked on the door tentatively and asked the two people inside the room what was wrong.
It took a while before he heard young Master Gojo reply, “Nothing, we are... um, playing video games.”
So, the housekeeper had no choice but to carry the fruit back to the kitchen downstairs.
The unexpected visit from the butler startled Yuuji. He nervously clamped his legs around Satoru's waist, his inner walls tightened, and layers of tender flesh rushed up to wrap around Satoru's hot penis and suck it in even harder. This pinch nearly made Satoru surrender. His scalp was numb, and he let out a blood-curdling gasp. Then he heard Yuuji bite the bed, and he ejaculated.
"Are you cumming now?" Satoru came back to his senses and bit the tender red tongue tip of the boy under him, and sucked it into his mouth over and over again. His sweat-stained eyebrows were beautiful, and Yuuji was so seduced by the beauty that he could only obediently cater to the other party.
“Tonight has just begun, Yuuji.
I like you, Yuuji. I like you so much…”
This lustful night didn't know when to end. Yuuji was fucked until he was dizzy and was rising and falling in the sea of desire. Every time he woke up, he would be grabbed by his arms or butt and roughly fucked; reflexively dry-heaving like he was going to vomit semen. In bed, Suguru restrained himself in taking care of his needs when it came to sex. He would stop when Yuuji said he was tired and go to the bathroom to satisfy his remaining desires. Yuuji was a high school student and often had to go to school the next day, so Suguru was always very considerate.
Yuuji liked Suguru's gentleness and restraint. He liked his smooth black hair hanging behind his ears when he played the piano, his eyes lowered, and his slender neck underneath. He liked his fingers flying nimbly between the black-and-white keyboards. He liked his noble temperament and how he accompanied him on the stage of a drunken bar, playing wildly and creating unique fireworks.
But he also liked Satoru for his passionate and wild sex and his lips that pursed when he was thinking about a problem. Although he always called him stupid, he never got impatient. He was very cute when he acted like a spoiled child and was very cute whenever he got into trouble. That kind of face, no matter what, looked perfect every time. Being looked at lovingly by such a face, Yuuji was always defeated and could not refuse.
When the first ray of sunlight in the morning slipped into this bedroom filled with a lustful atmosphere, Yuuji opened his eyes. His drowsy head slowly realized that there were morning classes today, so why was he still lying in bed? He stared hazily at the luxurious ceiling in front of him. It didn’t seem to be Suguru’s bedroom. He wanted to turn over and look for his phone, but his waist was being tightly restrained. Yuuji turned and saw that the beautiful face so close to him was not Suguru’s.
All the memories of last night came back like a flood. Yuuji straightened up and wanted to pick up the school uniform that was scattered all over the floor and run away. He finally dug out from under Satoru's arm and stuffed a pillow back into it, but it hurt when he stood up. He staggered, but fortunately, the carpet in the bedroom was thick and velvety.
Yuuji thankfully had great physical fitness, so he got back up, quickly put on his clothes, and went downstairs. Although the school uniform was a little wrinkled, fortunately, he had taken it off before having sex last night, so there weren’t any strange marks on it. He had worn it like that to school before and was teased, but at least they didn’t find out that his asshole was whipped hard with a giant dick last night.
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Yuuji had not figured out how to face Satoru or Suguru. He was so upset that he refused when the housekeeper stopped him for breakfast.
Finally, the housekeeper caught up with him and said he would send him to school. Yuji thought that taking a car would be faster than going by himself, so he agreed to the other party's kindness.
The housekeeper asked him how he and the young master had enjoyed last night and whether he would doze off in class since they had stayed up for so long. Yuuji's cheeks were red, and he hesitantly responded, feeling ashamed.
The Gojo family house was not close to the school, and Yuuji sat on pins and needles in the closed car. He was obviously the one being fucked, but when faced with the old housekeeper's questioning, he felt as if he was the bad kid who fucked up his young master.
Even though he was rushed there by car, when the Bentley parked at the school gate, the bell in the main teaching building rang dutifully to signal the start of morning classes. He was late.
Yuuji glanced at his classmates from the Discipline Department at the door, opened the car door heavily, and got out of the car. The housekeeper handed him a packed breakfast and told him with concern that young people should not ignore the importance of breakfast.
The whole day, Yuuji did not listen much during his lessons. He was thinking about the relationship between the three of them carefully. Maybe he just could not maintain a relationship with any of them, Yuuji thought. Perhaps the best choice for him was to keep a distance from both parties. However, they liked each other very much, hiding from either of them would be irresponsible of him.
Unexpectedly, all of Yuuji’s worries turned into unnecessary concerns when he saw the two handsome guys standing at the school gate after school. Several people, boys and girls, were looking at the handsome guys at the gate. However, they both stood calmly at the door, seemingly not caring about the looks around them. Even the bold people who approached to strike up a conversation or ask for their contacts were dismissed by the black-haired man with a few words. The white-haired man just ignored them.
Yuuji could neither stand nor walk. As he was hesitating, Satoru and Suguru saw him. The two of them walked over with their long legs. Both of them pulled Yuuji with one hand into their car.
Yuuji racked his brains and couldn't figure out why these two people suddenly came to pick him up together or whether his boyfriend, Suguru, knew about his passionate night with Satoru last night. As he was anxious and nervous and could not get himself to speak, Satoru then said,
“I have already told Suguru what happened last night.”
Yuuji choked on his unspoken words. How could it be like this? The friend he had slept with already took the initiative to report him to his boyfriend.
No one spoke among the three of them for a moment. Suguru held one hand on the steering wheel, showing no emotion or anger—the golden ring between his knuckles clearly of the same style as the one in Yuuji’s hand.
All right, Yuuji cheered himself up in his heart. Since it had come to this, the best choice was to stop the loss in time.
“I'm sorry, I don't think I will contact you guys again in the future, Suguru...and Satoru. This whole thing was my fault.” After saying that, he touched the cold door handle and wanted to get out of the car to escape the weird atmosphere.
Satoru quickly closed the car door with his eyes and hands, turned around, and grabbed Yuuji’s hand, “Yuuji, listen to me first.”
“After negotiations between me and Suguru, we think that if you are willing, we don't mind maintaining a three-way relationship.”
Yuuji opened his eyes wide. His round amber eyes looked at Satoru in shock and then at Suguru beside him.
"Yuuji, I love you, so I don't want you to leave, and I don't want to lose you. I also know that you like me, right?"
“Yes…” Yuuji said blankly.
“So a relationship between three people is okay.” Satoru blinked.
Ah...Yuuji’s brain is empty. Well...it's actually quite good. After all, he liked both of them.