lafleurperdue

[lafleurperdue]

softly re-sharing this beach day fic because maybe you missed it the first time 🌺🌿 suguru geto x reader. summer, slow burn, warm glances, and a kiss under moonlight.

🌿 pairing — suguru geto x f!reader

summary — you're just friends. you've always been. but on a beach trip years after everything, glances last too long, touches linger too easily, and the past you both tried to forget starts to pull at the tide between you.

🌿 word count — 5.2k

🌿 genre — 16+, friends to lovers, tropical getaway, soft romance, sensual tension, mutual pining, slight angst, fluffy ending

🌿 warnings — suggestive scenes, language, water-based teasing, skinny dipping (👀), and a whole lot of heart

🌿 author's note — this one means a lot to me. it was inspired by "Show Me Love" by Tyla — that warm, rhythmic kind of song that feels like sunlight on your skin. i’ve been daydreaming about writing something that captures the quiet burn of a friendship that becomes more, especially in a setting that feels soft and slow and golden. think: rihanna playing in the background, tan lines, coconut water, stolen glances under umbrellas, and a kind of love that’s always been there — just waiting for the right moment.

Florianópolis was warmer than you remembered. The air was syrupy-sweet, thick with salt, mango trees, and the hum of distant waves rolling in slow and lazy. By the time your cab pulled up to the beach house, the sun had begun its slow descent, casting everything in that golden hue that made even the ordinary feel cinematic.

You stepped out with your suitcase behind you, thanking the driver politely. Brushing a few windswept strands of hair from your face as you slowly made your way to the patio—laughter floated loudly, familiar voices echoing across time.

Then you saw him.

Suguru Geto, leaning against the balcony rail, glass of something amber in his hands, shirt unbuttoned just enough to remind you he never did care much for modesty in this heat. His hair was longer, messier. His smile was slower, like honey, when he saw you.

He didn't wave. He didn't shout. He just watched.

Like he hadn’t seen you in years. Like it hadn't hurt.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Satoru’s voice cut through the stillness, still loud as ever. He bounded down the steps barefoot, Hawaiian shirt open, sunglasses still on despite the sunset. “I was this close to sending Suguru to come find you. He was about to swim across the ocean if you didn't show.”

You laughed, letting Satoru pull you into a sweaty hug.

“Flight got delayed; they mentioned something about the weather.”

“That old excuse,” he said, ruffling your hair like you were still in college.

“We're blaming you if we're late for dinner; Nanami’s already calculating time loss.”

“I heard that,” Nanami called dryly from somewhere inside the patio. More voices followed—Shoko emerged with a cigarette tucked between her fingers, already waving lazily; Haibara yelled something unintelligible from the kitchen, likely involving caipirinhas. It all blurred together.

Until you looked back up.

And Suguru was still watching you.

Not one word has slipped from his lips.

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Later, after you’d tossed your bag into the guest room and splashed your face with water, you’d had just enough time to unpack and put everything where it needed to be. You were halfway through hanging up your clothes when you heard a voice you’d recognize from miles away.

“You know he’s still so into you.”

You turned, rolling your eyes. “Shoko.”

She leaned against the doorway, cigarette already perched between two fingers.

“Shoko, those cigarettes—we talked about this,” you said, playful but stern.

“Stop changing the subject.” She walked in like she owned the place, flicking your forehead just hard enough to make you groan.

She hasn’t changed a bit, you thought. “You two still haven’t talked about that night?” she asked, flopping down beside you on the bed.

That night.

The library.

The memory that played on loop in your mind more often than you’d ever admit.

You wondered, not for the first time, if he ever thought of it too.

Flashback

It was sometime past 2 a.m. in the old campus library, and the lights above your study table buzzed faintly, like they too were struggling to stay awake. You and Suguru had been there for hours—your laptop batteries both long dead, the textbooks between you now serving more as elbow rests than anything helpful.

He looked soft in that hour. Hoodie sleeves pushed to his forearms, hair half-tied and falling in strands around his face. He had been making quiet jokes all night to keep you from spiraling about finals. You hadn’t even realized how much closer he’d scooted.

You don’t remember what made you look up.

Maybe it was how he still got it. Maybe it was the way your laughter had faded into quiet.

But when you looked up… he was already watching you.

Not in a casual way. Not in a "best friend" way. His eyes had softened in a way you’d never seen before. Like he was seeing you for the first time—even though he always saw you first.

"You're going to ace this," he whispered.

You could barely find your voice.

“Only if you stop looking at me like that.”

He tilted his head.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to kiss me.”

You said it without thinking.

His lips parted—just barely. And for a second, you both leaned in. So close, you swear you could feel the warmth of his breath.

But the janitor passed by the end of the aisle, and the light shuffle of their footsteps was enough to snap you both out of it.

You pulled back.

He blinked.

Then he smiled.

That easy, charming smile he always used when he was trying to pretend something didn’t mean too much.

You laughed it off, like it never happened.

And that was it.

So did he.

But you never forgot the way it felt.

Not then.

Not even now.

End of Flashback

“You need to tell him, Y/N,” she commented, and this time she was being serious. You gave her a shrug and only led her to sigh—because to be in your position wasn't really the best.

“Dinner is almost ready. Gojo's gonna freak out if we don't go to drink tonight,” she winked before leaving you alone in a room full of silence.

You stepped onto the back porch barefoot and sat on the railing, legs dangling like a little girl. The sun was lower now. A pink-gold bruise across the sky. For some reason, you couldn't help but think of what Shoko said—she's definitely right, right?

Before your thoughts were loud enough, you heard a soft knock behind you.

Suguru.

“Hey stranger,” he said softly.

“Hey,” you replied, with a smile.

He took a seat beside you. For a moment, neither of you said anything. You could hear the sea, taste the salt in the air, and feel the weight of something unspoken stretching between you like a hammock strung too tight.

“You look different,” he murmured. “Older. But… not.”

“You’re one to talk,” you smirked, bumping your shoulder gently into his.

“I missed you,” he said.

The words weren’t loud, but they landed like a pebble dropped into still water.

You turned your head and met his eyes.

Dark, steady. Familiar.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, breath barely there.

A beat passed. Then another. He looked at you like he wanted to say something else—maybe something heavier. Maybe something he’d been carrying for too long.

But Satoru’s voice came from inside, loud and ridiculous:

“ARE YOU TWO HAVING A MOMENT OUT THERE OR SHOULD I BRING THE CAMERAS?!”

You burst out laughing. So did Suguru.

“I swear to God,” you muttered.

“Some things never change,” he chuckled.

But this time, when he looked at you again, there was something else in his eyes.

And you felt it.

The shift.

The slow turn of a tide.

“Come on,” he said as he got up and held out his hand towards you. “Let's go have dinner.” You hesitated; it's been a long time ever since you felt his skin upon yours—you grabbed his hand, and for the first time in such a long time, you felt his warmth again.

It's been so long.

You smiled as you released his hand and made your way towards the dinner table.

༄༅༄༅༄

After dinner, the group decides to head into town. There's a small local bar tucked between beach cafés, where live music plays—something rhythmic, soulful, maybe a little nostalgic. It’s hot. People are already dancing barefoot on the patio floor under string lights. The drinks are cold and fruity. The air smells like lime, sweat, and sea salt.

Satoru was already on the dance floor with some girl, Haibara throwing out wild moves like he was trying to win a competition, while Nanami stood stiffly to the side—clearly looking for a way to escape the chaos.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

And of course, Shoko had already found her drink—and a bartender to flirt with.

Seeing all your friends like this again, still the same carefree people they’d been in college…It was something you truly, deeply treasured.

“If I remember well, you loved dancing?” A little blush crossed your features—luckily they were hidden by the flashy disco light in the small room.

“And if I recall well, Suguru Geto was never the type to dance?” he smirked at your challenge but didn't respond. Instead he catches your wrist, just enough to pull you—so, so close to his warm body.

“Come on. One dance,” he whispered in your ear. You look up into his eyes —and to tell the truth, if you weren't this intoxicated, you would be a wreck, but thanks to the alcohol, you were feeling a little too dangerous.

You smirked up at him and pulled him closer as you whispered to him so softly yet so seductively, “Make sure you can keep up, baby boy.” This time you were the one pulling him towards the dance floor.

One of your favorite songs kicked in—loud, fast, familiar—and before you realized it, your hips were already swaying. The alcohol was warm in your veins, the lights fuzzy and golden, and everything felt just light enough to laugh at. For a moment you almost forgot Suguru was next to you—and at the moment you didn't care. You turned around slowly, your back pressed to his chest, hips still moving in sync with the music—lazy, unhurried rolls that made your skin hum. His hands found your waist without hesitation, but you didn’t stop there.

One of your arms reached up, bending behind you until your fingers slid around the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer. The other followed, trailing lower—slow and featherlight—over the curve of his chest, down the front of his shirt, until your palm flattened against his stomach.

You kept moving, swaying against him, your head tilting back slightly to brush his shoulder.

You felt his breath hitch.

You didn’t look up. You didn’t need to.

“You good back there, Suguru?” You murmured teasingly, still moving. His breath against your neck felt too familiar, too fresh—this feeling of him pressed up against you made everything worthwhile.

He laughed, low in your ear. “Ask me again in five seconds.” You could only giggle—deep down you knew he was slowly losing his sanity. To add more fuel to the fire, slowly you dragged your palm down his stomach, pausing just above the waistband of his shirt—then moving like nothing happened. You could hear him groan—soft, barely audible—his fingers twitching against your waist like he was holding himself back.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the confession.

“If I'm making it hard to breathe, you could always let go.”

You let the music guide you—hips rolling, one arm still hooked behind Suguru’s neck, the other still lazily tracing teasing patterns above his waist. He felt so solid behind you, hands resting at your waist like he was trying to stay calm.

But you weren’t done teasing him.

You let your body sink slowly with the music, back still pressed to his front—hips rolling down to the floor, slow and steady, dragging against him the entire way.And when you came back up, it was even slower—your movement controlled, deliberate, sensual.

You felt him tense behind you.

You felt his grip falter. Just for a second.

Then it happened.

In one smooth move, his hand caught yours and spun you around—your back leaving his chest, your body turning until you were facing him. Chest-to-chest. Barely inches apart.

His eyes were darker now, locked on yours.His breath grazed your lips.

In the back you could hear Satoru yell, “You two trying to give us a show or finally admit you’re married?” and a whistle from Haibara. But deep down you couldn't care less about that because right now he was in front of you.

Face-to-face.

“You've always been a bad dancer,” the mummers without breaking eye contact.

“And you've always been a bad liar,” you shot back, grinning. But the smile slipped slightly when his hands slid a bit lower, and for a moment you got lost in his eyes.

You could no longer hear the music; it all started to fade away—as if in the moment of truth it was only the two of you. Meanwhile, you could slowly but steadily feel the adrenaline that supposedly kept you going vanish like it was never there. He leaned in like he was going to say something—but he didn’t. Just stayed there, forehead almost brushing your temple, breathing in time with you. The space between you burned.

“I…” but he only shook his head—and you finally realized the song has changed into something slower. But neither of you moved. Not away. Not closer. Just… there. His hands were still on your hips and yours slowly guiding themselves behind his neck, and so on the world had slowly gone a little softer around the edges.

His eyes never left yours, studying you—your one hand slowly made its way to his chest as you placed your head on his shoulder, savoring it, and suddenly it wasn't just dancing.

It was remembering.

It was wondering.

It was, what if we stopped pretending?.

That night neither of you said a word—just danced in a room full of unspoken feelings, in a room full of people where you could only feel his presence—in a room where you could only hold him like you belonged there.

༄༅༄༅༄

A few days have passed since that night—the music, the lights, the way your body had moved with him like you'd done it a thousand times. And maybe, in some way, you have. Not like that, maybe, but close enough.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected the next morning. Awkward glances? Avoidance? Regret?

But Suguru had been… calm. Warm. Too calm. The kind of calm that made your stomach flutter in ways it shouldn’t have. He’d handed you a glass of juice and told you breakfast was out on the porch, like nothing had happened.

Except something had happened.

And you could feel it in every glance that lingered too long, in every brush of fingertips that lasted a second more than it needed to. You swore you felt it when he passed you the sunscreen and your hands touched.

It was all very subtle. Quiet. Careful. But it was there.

And now it was beach day—hot sun, cold drinks, and the sea stretching out in lazy blues. The house was loud with the chaos of sunscreen arguments and bad playlists, and someone—probably Satoru—was already yelling about watermelons.

You were wearing something Shoko had forced you into—she claimed Suguru would lose his mind.It wasn’t too much. Just your amber bikini, the one that matched your skin tone perfectly, paired with an ivory cardigan and simple sandals. Minimal, but intentional.

You stepped out slowly.

“That’s a dangerous bikini,” Satoru called, of course the first to say something. Typical.

“And that’s a dangerous face,” you shot back without missing a beat.

Your eyes flicked past him to the man behind.Suguru stood with a beer in his hand, relaxed as ever. He met your gaze with a soft smile—just a flicker—before turning his attention back to packing the cooler.

It didn’t take long for the group to claim their usual spot.

Shoko was already lying out in sunglasses and a cigarette. Nanami was seated under an umbrella, nose deep in a book. Haibara had decided it was a great day to half-bury himself in sand, and Satoru was... being exactly who he always was.

Your eyes drifted again. —Suguru settled under the shade of an umbrella. He looked... calm.Like the heat didn’t bother him. Like the world didn’t move too fast for him.

Always still, always steady.

Always a little too inviting.

You started walking toward him.

And then—a man stepped in front of you, causing you to halt.

“Oh my god!” You gasped. “You scared me.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Probably came off too forward.”

He offered you a fresh coconut with a sheepish smile.

“Umm... thank you so much?” You replied, your voice caught between polite and confused. He was cute, you had to admit—flustered in a way that felt endearing.

“Sorry, this might sound weird,” he continued, “but I saw you, and I just... had to come over.”

The moment hung awkwardly between you—until Satoru materialized at your side, draping an arm over your shoulders like it was nothing.

“Sorry, buddy,” he said cheerfully.“She’s taken.”

The stranger’s face dropped slightly, and before you could explain—or object—he’d already turned and walked away.

“Satoru!” You smacked the back of his head.“You idiot.”

He just winked and jogged off, calling over his shoulder:

“Suguru, you can thank me later!”

You let out a groan, shaking your head as you finally made your way to the umbrella. Suguru looked up at you, eyes half-lidded behind his sunglasses, his beer still in hand.

“Already making friends?” he asked, tone casual as ever—but there was something behind it. Not quite annoyed. Not quite teasing.

Just…something.

You plopped down beside him on the towel, brushing hair from his face.

“It's not my fault for attracting random men that bear coconuts.” You said, slightly irritated.

He chuckled. “He had good taste.”

You offered him a glance. “Jealous?”

You offered him a sip of your coconut beverage—he happily sipped and agreed on the taste. He leaned back on one elbow and let the silence stretch long enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“Only of the coconut”

You blinked, surprised.Then laughed. You weren't sure what you'd expect him to say. But it surely wasn't that.

“You're such a bad liar, you know that?” You said, bumping his shoulder with yours. He didn't respond. Just let your arm stay there, close against his, as the ocean crashes in slow waves somewhere behind you.

“You look good today,” he said after a pause, voice low like it wasn't meant to carry any emotion.

You turned to him, caught off guard.

“I always look good, Suguru Geto.”

He smiled. “I know.”

As much as you were confident within every word you blithered, in this moment you let every guard down. Your cheeks were red from the heat—or so you claimed. His eyes never left you in that moment, but there was always something that stopped the both of you—next thing you know, you both were soaked in water.

You squealed as the cold water dripped from your hair. You knew exactly who it was—and indeed the culprit standing behind you was none other than Satoru Gojo along with his wingman Yu Haibara.

They were both snickering like middle school kids. Until both of them were covered in wanted too—by none other than Shoko. “You boys really thought that was a nice way to ruin a cute moment?” you laughed softly, and your gaze finally landed on Suguru.

He was wet—dripping from head to toe—and you…you couldn't take your eyes off him as he took out his bun and ran his hand through his hair. You swallowed so loud, and you swore—it was enough for him to hear you because his eyes were on you.

He casually picked up a towel and wrapped it around your figure.

“You good?” he simply asked, and you just smiled up at him and nodded as he leaned in to make sure you weren't shivering.

You felt the towel on your skin, but it was his closeness that made the goosebumps rise. He was right there. One hand braced against the umbrella pole behind you, head tilted slightly as his eyes scanned your face—checking for something. You didn't know what, but it made you nervous as always.

You swallowed.

“You're staring,” you whispered.

“You're wet,” he replied enough to make your cheeks burn.

“So are you,” you said softly as his hand brushed against your collarbone—just lightly enough. You sucked in a breath, and he paused.

You didn't move. Neither did he. The moment was quiet. Heavy, like something falling apart or falling together at any given moment.

“Suguru…” you stated. .

“Yeah,” he murmured so softly, like you were the only one meant to hear his voice.

Before you could answer, someone yelled something about volleyball, and Shoko was dragging you away by the wrist—leaving Suguru standing there, still watching.

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Slowly time passed by, and the chaos only continued to unfold. Suguru didn't even join the game at first. He just watched—arms crossed, eyes shaded behind sunglasses—as you threw yourself into it with way more competitive energy than necessary.

“You suck!” you shouted at Satoru after he missed the pass. “And I thought you were good at everything!” you continued.

“I'm here for vibes, not pain,” he yelled back sassily.

You laughed so hard, you nearly tripped over Haibara—only to be caught by two warm hands.

Suguru.

“Careful,” he whispered, barely looking at you, but his hands lingered a little longer than necessary. You gathered all your strength to pull away just enough to create distance between the two of you.

“You're going to owe me a point for that catch,” he said, smirking.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Excuse me, you weren't even playing,” you exclaimed, arms crossed.

“Well, I am now,” he winked; you couldn't help but blush.

“And if we win,” you said casually, swinging the ball in your hand, “you're going to owe me a kiss.”

He raised a brow. “Oh, is that so?”

“What? It's just a friendly team prize,” you claimed boldly, a smirk tugging at your lips.

The next few minutes were a blur of laughter, teasing, and half-serious competitiveness. Suguru was good—annoyingly good—and somehow made even the way he served the ball look smooth. Satoru kept shouting made-up rules, Shoko nearly spilled her drink from laughing, and Nanami muttered something about regretting his life choices every time he was forced into this group.

You and Suguru were in sync without even trying. At one point, your hands collided going for the same ball, and you both stumbled, falling back into the sand, breathless from laughter.

He offered you a hand, still smiling. “Does that count as a win?”

You took it, pulling yourself up with a grin.

“I’ll let you know after the kiss.”

He just looked at you for a beat—like he wasn’t expecting that comeback—before shaking his head softly.

“Dangerous,” he murmured under his breath, but you heard it anyway.

༄༅༄༅༄

The sun had dipped lower by the time the group began packing up—sand towels, empty bottles, Haibara and Satoru convincing everyone to stay out a little longer.

But your thoughts were elsewhere.

Maybe it was the alcohol, yet again.

Maybe it was the buzz from the sun or… the soft flush still on your cheeks from Suguru’s stare.

The ocean was still warm. The waves were calmer than ever. And tonight you felt a little too reckless.

He was staring; you could feel it—you don't know how, but you could feel his eyes lingering behind you. You heard his footsteps slowly approach your figures, the voices of your friends long gone.

It was just the two of you.

“You just gonna stand there all evening and watch me, Suguru?” you playfully challenged him as you sat down near the shore, tugging your legs against your chest—smiling at him over your shoulder.

He let out a chuckle as he approached you; he sat next to you—just enough for you to lean on his shoulder.

“Today was a good day; you totally beat Satoru,” you commented.

“You mean we—we were great out there. You are competitive as always, but great.” You both laughed.

Silence.

It finally approached the both of you, but it wasn't the kind of silence filled with awkwardness or any uneasy feelings but the type where one or the other could just breathe within each other's presence, the type where lovers held hands, the type where the world just fell silent—and it was just the two of you.

You could say an hour or so passed, but you still sat there with him.

You slowly got up and gave him a cheeky smile—and casually slipped off your cardigan, then your bikini —slow enough to give him a show. Like a man that's just been struck by Cupid—you could slowly see him regaining consciousness.

“You coming or what?” you asked, catching him in a state of awe.

“Are you serious?”

You already started to step into the water and replied, “I am. But you'll be late to the party, Suguru Geto.”

You heard him groan and mutter in frustration, “You're going to be the death of me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that—and not to mention how bold you’ve become.

Back in college, it was never like this.

You were always the shy one, never said much, but now…

Now it’s like you’ve blossomed into a flower of your own.

Your breath caught as you watched him undress slowly—like he was deliberately teasing you.

Your eyes wandered across his figure.

He’d changed over the years, grown into himself. Time had been kind to him.

And yet, your gaze never left his—not even as he stepped into the water.

And just like that, he was in front of you.

Naked.

Both of you.

Not just in body, but in mind. In soul.

The water held you, but the weight of the moment hit you like a wave.

You looked down into the dark ripples between you, heart pounding, avoiding his eyes.

This was intimate. Too intimate. And yet—you didn’t want to move.

The soft waves brushed against your skin, quiet surrounding you like a breath.

He still stood apart from you… But it was as if he read your mind.

Slowly, he drifted closer—until he tilted your chin up, guiding your eyes to his.

Those eyes…

Those beautiful brown orbs had always been so deceiving.

You could never read them the way he read you.

And now, they held something… raw. Something unspoken.

His hands found your hips—gentle, grounding.

Yours settled against his chest.

Warm. Familiar. Alive.

“You’ve been quiet all day,” you confessed, voice soft.

He half-smiled.

“That’s because I’ve been watching you all day. That usually shuts me up.” You let out a breath of laughter, fingers tracing small patterns across his chest, trying to calm your nerves.

“You used to tell me everything.”

Silence.

“And you used to look at me like you still wanted to hear it,” he murmured.

Your eyes dropped, heart cracking open.

There was a reason for that. A good one.

Your voice wavered.

“I… I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”

“The one at the library?”

He asked it gently, like if he spoke too loudly it might scare the memory away.

“Yeah…”

A tremble in your voice, tears threatening your lashes.“Why didn’t we ever talk about it?”

He paused. Too long.

And for a moment, your chest ached with fear.But still, his touch lingered on your skin, his eyes soft, searching.

“Because I was scared that if I said it out loud…”

He exhaled.

“I wouldn’t be able to let it go.”

You frowned, barely above a whisper now.

“You never had to let it go.”

And then—silence again.

You could feel his heartbeat through your palms, fast and uneven.

Your eyes shimmered, and a single tear slipped down your cheek.

“Tell me you mean it,” he breathed.He was close now. Too close.

You nodded slowly, barely able to breathe as your fingers tightened slightly against his chest.

“I mean it, Suguru,” you whispered, barely a breath. “I’ve always meant it.”

That was all it took.

His lips were on yours.

Slow at first—tentative, like he was still making sure this was real. The kind of kiss that felt like a question and an answer all at once. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, like he’d been waiting for this.

And then it deepened.

His hands pulled you closer by your waist until your bare chest pressed against his, skin to skin beneath the water. You felt his sigh against your mouth, low and broken, like he was exhaling every moment he’d ever held back.

Your arms slid around his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair, still damp and loose from earlier. He groaned softly against your lips, not from desire—but from relief.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered between kisses, his voice raw.You smiled against his mouth.

“Then show me.”

And he did.

He kissed you again—this time deeper, messier. The soft splash of waves around you barely covered the sounds between you. Every time you pulled back for air, it was like neither of you could stay away for long. He kissed your jaw. Your neck. The corner of your mouth. Like he was learning the shape of you all over again.

At one point, you let out the smallest gasp when his teeth grazed your lower lip—and he stilled for a moment, just looking at you.

“Still with me?” he asked, forehead pressed against yours.

“Always,” you breathed.

You were weightless. Floating in his arms. A little reckless. A little in love. And completely undone.

The water felt quieter now. Like it was holding its breath with you.

His forehead rested gently against yours, your noses nearly brushing, lips swollen from kisses that said everything you'd been too afraid to speak. He smiled first—soft, like he'd finally exhaled.

“You always had me,” he whispered.

Your hands were softly tugging his long wet locks—innocently you smiled up at him, biting your lip.

Then his eyes dropped to your mouth again, darker this time, and the corners of his lips lifted into that familiar, slow smirk.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and close to your ear. “You keep doing that, and I'm not going to make it back to the house with my dignity intact.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up—breathy, dizzy, full of something you hadn’t felt in years.

Your fingers found his hand beneath the water, and he held it, like a promise he’d never broken.

You walked back together in silence—his shirt draped around your shoulders, his thumb brushing slow circles against your knuckles. The night felt different now. Full.

Something had shifted.

And it wasn’t going back.

✧ author's note — thank you for reading. i know that haven't been active for the past few months but my exams are finally over and that means i can indulge myself in writing. hopefully you enjoyed this fic and please do leave comments and reblog if you like. much love from my side!! ♡

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[lafleurperdue]

🌿 pairing — suguru geto x f!reader

summary — you're just friends. you've always been. but on a beach trip years after everything, glances last too long, touches linger too easily, and the past you both tried to forget starts to pull at the tide between you.

🌿 word count — 5.2k

🌿 genre — 16+, friends to lovers, tropical getaway, soft romance, sensual tension, mutual pining, slight angst, fluffy ending

🌿 warnings — suggestive scenes, language, water-based teasing, skinny dipping (👀), and a whole lot of heart

🌿 author's note — this one means a lot to me. it was inspired by "Show Me Love" by Tyla — that warm, rhythmic kind of song that feels like sunlight on your skin. i’ve been daydreaming about writing something that captures the quiet burn of a friendship that becomes more, especially in a setting that feels soft and slow and golden. think: rihanna playing in the background, tan lines, coconut water, stolen glances under umbrellas, and a kind of love that’s always been there — just waiting for the right moment.

Florianópolis was warmer than you remembered. The air was syrupy-sweet, thick with salt, mango trees, and the hum of distant waves rolling in slow and lazy. By the time your cab pulled up to the beach house, the sun had begun its slow descent, casting everything in that golden hue that made even the ordinary feel cinematic.

You stepped out with your suitcase behind you, thanking the driver politely. Brushing a few windswept strands of hair from your face as you slowly made your way to the patio—laughter floated loudly, familiar voices echoing across time.

Then you saw him.

Suguru Geto, leaning against the balcony rail, glass of something amber in his hands, shirt unbuttoned just enough to remind you he never did care much for modesty in this heat. His hair was longer, messier. His smile was slower, like honey, when he saw you.

He didn't wave. He didn't shout. He just watched.

Like he hadn’t seen you in years. Like it hadn't hurt.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Satoru’s voice cut through the stillness, still loud as ever. He bounded down the steps barefoot, Hawaiian shirt open, sunglasses still on despite the sunset. “I was this close to sending Suguru to come find you. He was about to swim across the ocean if you didn't show.”

You laughed, letting Satoru pull you into a sweaty hug.

“Flight got delayed; they mentioned something about the weather.”

“That old excuse,” he said, ruffling your hair like you were still in college.

“We're blaming you if we're late for dinner; Nanami’s already calculating time loss.”

“I heard that,” Nanami called dryly from somewhere inside the patio. More voices followed—Shoko emerged with a cigarette tucked between her fingers, already waving lazily; Haibara yelled something unintelligible from the kitchen, likely involving caipirinhas. It all blurred together.

Until you looked back up.

And Suguru was still watching you.

Not one word has slipped from his lips.

༄༅༄༅༄

Later, after you’d tossed your bag into the guest room and splashed your face with water, you’d had just enough time to unpack and put everything where it needed to be. You were halfway through hanging up your clothes when you heard a voice you’d recognize from miles away.

“You know he’s still so into you.”

You turned, rolling your eyes. “Shoko.”

She leaned against the doorway, cigarette already perched between two fingers.

“Shoko, those cigarettes—we talked about this,” you said, playful but stern.

“Stop changing the subject.” She walked in like she owned the place, flicking your forehead just hard enough to make you groan.

She hasn’t changed a bit, you thought. “You two still haven’t talked about that night?” she asked, flopping down beside you on the bed.

That night.

The library.

The memory that played on loop in your mind more often than you’d ever admit.

You wondered, not for the first time, if he ever thought of it too.

Flashback

It was sometime past 2 a.m. in the old campus library, and the lights above your study table buzzed faintly, like they too were struggling to stay awake. You and Suguru had been there for hours—your laptop batteries both long dead, the textbooks between you now serving more as elbow rests than anything helpful.

He looked soft in that hour. Hoodie sleeves pushed to his forearms, hair half-tied and falling in strands around his face. He had been making quiet jokes all night to keep you from spiraling about finals. You hadn’t even realized how much closer he’d scooted.

You don’t remember what made you look up.

Maybe it was how he still got it. Maybe it was the way your laughter had faded into quiet.

But when you looked up… he was already watching you.

Not in a casual way. Not in a "best friend" way. His eyes had softened in a way you’d never seen before. Like he was seeing you for the first time—even though he always saw you first.

"You're going to ace this," he whispered.

You could barely find your voice.

“Only if you stop looking at me like that.”

He tilted his head.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to kiss me.”

You said it without thinking.

His lips parted—just barely. And for a second, you both leaned in. So close, you swear you could feel the warmth of his breath.

But the janitor passed by the end of the aisle, and the light shuffle of their footsteps was enough to snap you both out of it.

You pulled back.

He blinked.

Then he smiled.

That easy, charming smile he always used when he was trying to pretend something didn’t mean too much.

You laughed it off, like it never happened.

And that was it.

So did he.

But you never forgot the way it felt.

Not then.

Not even now.

End of Flashback

“You need to tell him, Y/N,” she commented, and this time she was being serious. You gave her a shrug and only led her to sigh—because to be in your position wasn't really the best.

“Dinner is almost ready. Gojo's gonna freak out if we don't go to drink tonight,” she winked before leaving you alone in a room full of silence.

You stepped onto the back porch barefoot and sat on the railing, legs dangling like a little girl. The sun was lower now. A pink-gold bruise across the sky. For some reason, you couldn't help but think of what Shoko said—she's definitely right, right?

Before your thoughts were loud enough, you heard a soft knock behind you.

Suguru.

“Hey stranger,” he said softly.

“Hey,” you replied, with a smile.

He took a seat beside you. For a moment, neither of you said anything. You could hear the sea, taste the salt in the air, and feel the weight of something unspoken stretching between you like a hammock strung too tight.

“You look different,” he murmured. “Older. But… not.”

“You’re one to talk,” you smirked, bumping your shoulder gently into his.

“I missed you,” he said.

The words weren’t loud, but they landed like a pebble dropped into still water.

You turned your head and met his eyes.

Dark, steady. Familiar.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, breath barely there.

A beat passed. Then another. He looked at you like he wanted to say something else—maybe something heavier. Maybe something he’d been carrying for too long.

But Satoru’s voice came from inside, loud and ridiculous:

“ARE YOU TWO HAVING A MOMENT OUT THERE OR SHOULD I BRING THE CAMERAS?!”

You burst out laughing. So did Suguru.

“I swear to God,” you muttered.

“Some things never change,” he chuckled.

But this time, when he looked at you again, there was something else in his eyes.

And you felt it.

The shift.

The slow turn of a tide.

“Come on,” he said as he got up and held out his hand towards you. “Let's go have dinner.” You hesitated; it's been a long time ever since you felt his skin upon yours—you grabbed his hand, and for the first time in such a long time, you felt his warmth again.

It's been so long.

You smiled as you released his hand and made your way towards the dinner table.

༄༅༄༅༄

After dinner, the group decides to head into town. There's a small local bar tucked between beach cafés, where live music plays—something rhythmic, soulful, maybe a little nostalgic. It’s hot. People are already dancing barefoot on the patio floor under string lights. The drinks are cold and fruity. The air smells like lime, sweat, and sea salt.

Satoru was already on the dance floor with some girl, Haibara throwing out wild moves like he was trying to win a competition, while Nanami stood stiffly to the side—clearly looking for a way to escape the chaos.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

And of course, Shoko had already found her drink—and a bartender to flirt with.

Seeing all your friends like this again, still the same carefree people they’d been in college…It was something you truly, deeply treasured.

“If I remember well, you loved dancing?” A little blush crossed your features—luckily they were hidden by the flashy disco light in the small room.

“And if I recall well, Suguru Geto was never the type to dance?” he smirked at your challenge but didn't respond. Instead he catches your wrist, just enough to pull you—so, so close to his warm body.

“Come on. One dance,” he whispered in your ear. You look up into his eyes —and to tell the truth, if you weren't this intoxicated, you would be a wreck, but thanks to the alcohol, you were feeling a little too dangerous.

You smirked up at him and pulled him closer as you whispered to him so softly yet so seductively, “Make sure you can keep up, baby boy.” This time you were the one pulling him towards the dance floor.

One of your favorite songs kicked in—loud, fast, familiar—and before you realized it, your hips were already swaying. The alcohol was warm in your veins, the lights fuzzy and golden, and everything felt just light enough to laugh at. For a moment you almost forgot Suguru was next to you—and at the moment you didn't care. You turned around slowly, your back pressed to his chest, hips still moving in sync with the music—lazy, unhurried rolls that made your skin hum. His hands found your waist without hesitation, but you didn’t stop there.

One of your arms reached up, bending behind you until your fingers slid around the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer. The other followed, trailing lower—slow and featherlight—over the curve of his chest, down the front of his shirt, until your palm flattened against his stomach.

You kept moving, swaying against him, your head tilting back slightly to brush his shoulder.

You felt his breath hitch.

You didn’t look up. You didn’t need to.

“You good back there, Suguru?” You murmured teasingly, still moving. His breath against your neck felt too familiar, too fresh—this feeling of him pressed up against you made everything worthwhile.

He laughed, low in your ear. “Ask me again in five seconds.” You could only giggle—deep down you knew he was slowly losing his sanity. To add more fuel to the fire, slowly you dragged your palm down his stomach, pausing just above the waistband of his shirt—then moving like nothing happened. You could hear him groan—soft, barely audible—his fingers twitching against your waist like he was holding himself back.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the confession.

“If I'm making it hard to breathe, you could always let go.”

You let the music guide you—hips rolling, one arm still hooked behind Suguru’s neck, the other still lazily tracing teasing patterns above his waist. He felt so solid behind you, hands resting at your waist like he was trying to stay calm.

But you weren’t done teasing him.

You let your body sink slowly with the music, back still pressed to his front—hips rolling down to the floor, slow and steady, dragging against him the entire way.And when you came back up, it was even slower—your movement controlled, deliberate, sensual.

You felt him tense behind you.

You felt his grip falter. Just for a second.

Then it happened.

In one smooth move, his hand caught yours and spun you around—your back leaving his chest, your body turning until you were facing him. Chest-to-chest. Barely inches apart.

His eyes were darker now, locked on yours.His breath grazed your lips.

In the back you could hear Satoru yell, “You two trying to give us a show or finally admit you’re married?” and a whistle from Haibara. But deep down you couldn't care less about that because right now he was in front of you.

Face-to-face.

“You've always been a bad dancer,” the mummers without breaking eye contact.

“And you've always been a bad liar,” you shot back, grinning. But the smile slipped slightly when his hands slid a bit lower, and for a moment you got lost in his eyes.

You could no longer hear the music; it all started to fade away—as if in the moment of truth it was only the two of you. Meanwhile, you could slowly but steadily feel the adrenaline that supposedly kept you going vanish like it was never there. He leaned in like he was going to say something—but he didn’t. Just stayed there, forehead almost brushing your temple, breathing in time with you. The space between you burned.

“I…” but he only shook his head—and you finally realized the song has changed into something slower. But neither of you moved. Not away. Not closer. Just… there. His hands were still on your hips and yours slowly guiding themselves behind his neck, and so on the world had slowly gone a little softer around the edges.

His eyes never left yours, studying you—your one hand slowly made its way to his chest as you placed your head on his shoulder, savoring it, and suddenly it wasn't just dancing.

It was remembering.

It was wondering.

It was, what if we stopped pretending?.

That night neither of you said a word—just danced in a room full of unspoken feelings, in a room full of people where you could only feel his presence—in a room where you could only hold him like you belonged there.

༄༅༄༅༄

A few days have passed since that night—the music, the lights, the way your body had moved with him like you'd done it a thousand times. And maybe, in some way, you have. Not like that, maybe, but close enough.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected the next morning. Awkward glances? Avoidance? Regret?

But Suguru had been… calm. Warm. Too calm. The kind of calm that made your stomach flutter in ways it shouldn’t have. He’d handed you a glass of juice and told you breakfast was out on the porch, like nothing had happened.

Except something had happened.

And you could feel it in every glance that lingered too long, in every brush of fingertips that lasted a second more than it needed to. You swore you felt it when he passed you the sunscreen and your hands touched.

It was all very subtle. Quiet. Careful. But it was there.

And now it was beach day—hot sun, cold drinks, and the sea stretching out in lazy blues. The house was loud with the chaos of sunscreen arguments and bad playlists, and someone—probably Satoru—was already yelling about watermelons.

You were wearing something Shoko had forced you into—she claimed Suguru would lose his mind.It wasn’t too much. Just your amber bikini, the one that matched your skin tone perfectly, paired with an ivory cardigan and simple sandals. Minimal, but intentional.

You stepped out slowly.

“That’s a dangerous bikini,” Satoru called, of course the first to say something. Typical.

“And that’s a dangerous face,” you shot back without missing a beat.

Your eyes flicked past him to the man behind.Suguru stood with a beer in his hand, relaxed as ever. He met your gaze with a soft smile—just a flicker—before turning his attention back to packing the cooler.

It didn’t take long for the group to claim their usual spot.

Shoko was already lying out in sunglasses and a cigarette. Nanami was seated under an umbrella, nose deep in a book. Haibara had decided it was a great day to half-bury himself in sand, and Satoru was... being exactly who he always was.

Your eyes drifted again. —Suguru settled under the shade of an umbrella. He looked... calm.Like the heat didn’t bother him. Like the world didn’t move too fast for him.

Always still, always steady.

Always a little too inviting.

You started walking toward him.

And then—a man stepped in front of you, causing you to halt.

“Oh my god!” You gasped. “You scared me.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Probably came off too forward.”

He offered you a fresh coconut with a sheepish smile.

“Umm... thank you so much?” You replied, your voice caught between polite and confused. He was cute, you had to admit—flustered in a way that felt endearing.

“Sorry, this might sound weird,” he continued, “but I saw you, and I just... had to come over.”

The moment hung awkwardly between you—until Satoru materialized at your side, draping an arm over your shoulders like it was nothing.

“Sorry, buddy,” he said cheerfully.“She’s taken.”

The stranger’s face dropped slightly, and before you could explain—or object—he’d already turned and walked away.

“Satoru!” You smacked the back of his head.“You idiot.”

He just winked and jogged off, calling over his shoulder:

“Suguru, you can thank me later!”

You let out a groan, shaking your head as you finally made your way to the umbrella. Suguru looked up at you, eyes half-lidded behind his sunglasses, his beer still in hand.

“Already making friends?” he asked, tone casual as ever—but there was something behind it. Not quite annoyed. Not quite teasing.

Just…something.

You plopped down beside him on the towel, brushing hair from his face.

“It's not my fault for attracting random men that bear coconuts.” You said, slightly irritated.

He chuckled. “He had good taste.”

You offered him a glance. “Jealous?”

You offered him a sip of your coconut beverage—he happily sipped and agreed on the taste. He leaned back on one elbow and let the silence stretch long enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“Only of the coconut”

You blinked, surprised.Then laughed. You weren't sure what you'd expect him to say. But it surely wasn't that.

“You're such a bad liar, you know that?” You said, bumping his shoulder with yours. He didn't respond. Just let your arm stay there, close against his, as the ocean crashes in slow waves somewhere behind you.

“You look good today,” he said after a pause, voice low like it wasn't meant to carry any emotion.

You turned to him, caught off guard.

“I always look good, Suguru Geto.”

He smiled. “I know.”

As much as you were confident within every word you blithered, in this moment you let every guard down. Your cheeks were red from the heat—or so you claimed. His eyes never left you in that moment, but there was always something that stopped the both of you—next thing you know, you both were soaked in water.

You squealed as the cold water dripped from your hair. You knew exactly who it was—and indeed the culprit standing behind you was none other than Satoru Gojo along with his wingman Yu Haibara.

They were both snickering like middle school kids. Until both of them were covered in wanted too—by none other than Shoko. “You boys really thought that was a nice way to ruin a cute moment?” you laughed softly, and your gaze finally landed on Suguru.

He was wet—dripping from head to toe—and you…you couldn't take your eyes off him as he took out his bun and ran his hand through his hair. You swallowed so loud, and you swore—it was enough for him to hear you because his eyes were on you.

He casually picked up a towel and wrapped it around your figure.

“You good?” he simply asked, and you just smiled up at him and nodded as he leaned in to make sure you weren't shivering.

You felt the towel on your skin, but it was his closeness that made the goosebumps rise. He was right there. One hand braced against the umbrella pole behind you, head tilted slightly as his eyes scanned your face—checking for something. You didn't know what, but it made you nervous as always.

You swallowed.

“You're staring,” you whispered.

“You're wet,” he replied enough to make your cheeks burn.

“So are you,” you said softly as his hand brushed against your collarbone—just lightly enough. You sucked in a breath, and he paused.

You didn't move. Neither did he. The moment was quiet. Heavy, like something falling apart or falling together at any given moment.

“Suguru…” you stated. .

“Yeah,” he murmured so softly, like you were the only one meant to hear his voice.

Before you could answer, someone yelled something about volleyball, and Shoko was dragging you away by the wrist—leaving Suguru standing there, still watching.

༄༅༄༅༄

Slowly time passed by, and the chaos only continued to unfold. Suguru didn't even join the game at first. He just watched—arms crossed, eyes shaded behind sunglasses—as you threw yourself into it with way more competitive energy than necessary.

“You suck!” you shouted at Satoru after he missed the pass. “And I thought you were good at everything!” you continued.

“I'm here for vibes, not pain,” he yelled back sassily.

You laughed so hard, you nearly tripped over Haibara—only to be caught by two warm hands.

Suguru.

“Careful,” he whispered, barely looking at you, but his hands lingered a little longer than necessary. You gathered all your strength to pull away just enough to create distance between the two of you.

“You're going to owe me a point for that catch,” he said, smirking.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Excuse me, you weren't even playing,” you exclaimed, arms crossed.

“Well, I am now,” he winked; you couldn't help but blush.

“And if we win,” you said casually, swinging the ball in your hand, “you're going to owe me a kiss.”

He raised a brow. “Oh, is that so?”

“What? It's just a friendly team prize,” you claimed boldly, a smirk tugging at your lips.

The next few minutes were a blur of laughter, teasing, and half-serious competitiveness. Suguru was good—annoyingly good—and somehow made even the way he served the ball look smooth. Satoru kept shouting made-up rules, Shoko nearly spilled her drink from laughing, and Nanami muttered something about regretting his life choices every time he was forced into this group.

You and Suguru were in sync without even trying. At one point, your hands collided going for the same ball, and you both stumbled, falling back into the sand, breathless from laughter.

He offered you a hand, still smiling. “Does that count as a win?”

You took it, pulling yourself up with a grin.

“I’ll let you know after the kiss.”

He just looked at you for a beat—like he wasn’t expecting that comeback—before shaking his head softly.

“Dangerous,” he murmured under his breath, but you heard it anyway.

༄༅༄༅༄

The sun had dipped lower by the time the group began packing up—sand towels, empty bottles, Haibara and Satoru convincing everyone to stay out a little longer.

But your thoughts were elsewhere.

Maybe it was the alcohol, yet again.

Maybe it was the buzz from the sun or… the soft flush still on your cheeks from Suguru’s stare.

The ocean was still warm. The waves were calmer than ever. And tonight you felt a little too reckless.

He was staring; you could feel it—you don't know how, but you could feel his eyes lingering behind you. You heard his footsteps slowly approach your figures, the voices of your friends long gone.

It was just the two of you.

“You just gonna stand there all evening and watch me, Suguru?” you playfully challenged him as you sat down near the shore, tugging your legs against your chest—smiling at him over your shoulder.

He let out a chuckle as he approached you; he sat next to you—just enough for you to lean on his shoulder.

“Today was a good day; you totally beat Satoru,” you commented.

“You mean we—we were great out there. You are competitive as always, but great.” You both laughed.

Silence.

It finally approached the both of you, but it wasn't the kind of silence filled with awkwardness or any uneasy feelings but the type where one or the other could just breathe within each other's presence, the type where lovers held hands, the type where the world just fell silent—and it was just the two of you.

You could say an hour or so passed, but you still sat there with him.

You slowly got up and gave him a cheeky smile—and casually slipped off your cardigan, then your bikini —slow enough to give him a show. Like a man that's just been struck by Cupid—you could slowly see him regaining consciousness.

“You coming or what?” you asked, catching him in a state of awe.

“Are you serious?”

You already started to step into the water and replied, “I am. But you'll be late to the party, Suguru Geto.”

You heard him groan and mutter in frustration, “You're going to be the death of me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that—and not to mention how bold you’ve become.

Back in college, it was never like this.

You were always the shy one, never said much, but now…

Now it’s like you’ve blossomed into a flower of your own.

Your breath caught as you watched him undress slowly—like he was deliberately teasing you.

Your eyes wandered across his figure.

He’d changed over the years, grown into himself. Time had been kind to him.

And yet, your gaze never left his—not even as he stepped into the water.

And just like that, he was in front of you.

Naked.

Both of you.

Not just in body, but in mind. In soul.

The water held you, but the weight of the moment hit you like a wave.

You looked down into the dark ripples between you, heart pounding, avoiding his eyes.

This was intimate. Too intimate. And yet—you didn’t want to move.

The soft waves brushed against your skin, quiet surrounding you like a breath.

He still stood apart from you… But it was as if he read your mind.

Slowly, he drifted closer—until he tilted your chin up, guiding your eyes to his.

Those eyes…

Those beautiful brown orbs had always been so deceiving.

You could never read them the way he read you.

And now, they held something… raw. Something unspoken.

His hands found your hips—gentle, grounding.

Yours settled against his chest.

Warm. Familiar. Alive.

“You’ve been quiet all day,” you confessed, voice soft.

He half-smiled.

“That’s because I’ve been watching you all day. That usually shuts me up.” You let out a breath of laughter, fingers tracing small patterns across his chest, trying to calm your nerves.

“You used to tell me everything.”

Silence.

“And you used to look at me like you still wanted to hear it,” he murmured.

Your eyes dropped, heart cracking open.

There was a reason for that. A good one.

Your voice wavered.

“I… I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”

“The one at the library?”

He asked it gently, like if he spoke too loudly it might scare the memory away.

“Yeah…”

A tremble in your voice, tears threatening your lashes.“Why didn’t we ever talk about it?”

He paused. Too long.

And for a moment, your chest ached with fear.But still, his touch lingered on your skin, his eyes soft, searching.

“Because I was scared that if I said it out loud…”

He exhaled.

“I wouldn’t be able to let it go.”

You frowned, barely above a whisper now.

“You never had to let it go.”

And then—silence again.

You could feel his heartbeat through your palms, fast and uneven.

Your eyes shimmered, and a single tear slipped down your cheek.

“Tell me you mean it,” he breathed.He was close now. Too close.

You nodded slowly, barely able to breathe as your fingers tightened slightly against his chest.

“I mean it, Suguru,” you whispered, barely a breath. “I’ve always meant it.”

That was all it took.

His lips were on yours.

Slow at first—tentative, like he was still making sure this was real. The kind of kiss that felt like a question and an answer all at once. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, like he’d been waiting for this.

And then it deepened.

His hands pulled you closer by your waist until your bare chest pressed against his, skin to skin beneath the water. You felt his sigh against your mouth, low and broken, like he was exhaling every moment he’d ever held back.

Your arms slid around his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair, still damp and loose from earlier. He groaned softly against your lips, not from desire—but from relief.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered between kisses, his voice raw.You smiled against his mouth.

“Then show me.”

And he did.

He kissed you again—this time deeper, messier. The soft splash of waves around you barely covered the sounds between you. Every time you pulled back for air, it was like neither of you could stay away for long. He kissed your jaw. Your neck. The corner of your mouth. Like he was learning the shape of you all over again.

At one point, you let out the smallest gasp when his teeth grazed your lower lip—and he stilled for a moment, just looking at you.

“Still with me?” he asked, forehead pressed against yours.

“Always,” you breathed.

You were weightless. Floating in his arms. A little reckless. A little in love. And completely undone.

The water felt quieter now. Like it was holding its breath with you.

His forehead rested gently against yours, your noses nearly brushing, lips swollen from kisses that said everything you'd been too afraid to speak. He smiled first—soft, like he'd finally exhaled.

“You always had me,” he whispered.

Your hands were softly tugging his long wet locks—innocently you smiled up at him, biting your lip.

Then his eyes dropped to your mouth again, darker this time, and the corners of his lips lifted into that familiar, slow smirk.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and close to your ear. “You keep doing that, and I'm not going to make it back to the house with my dignity intact.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up—breathy, dizzy, full of something you hadn’t felt in years.

Your fingers found his hand beneath the water, and he held it, like a promise he’d never broken.

You walked back together in silence—his shirt draped around your shoulders, his thumb brushing slow circles against your knuckles. The night felt different now. Full.

Something had shifted.

And it wasn’t going back.

✧ author's note — thank you for reading. i know that haven't been active for the past few months but my exams are finally over and that means i can indulge myself in writing. hopefully you enjoyed this fic and please do leave comments and reblog if you like. much love from my side!! ♡

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🧾masterlist | 🌕 wip's | 🎐 ask + rules | 🪞taglist | 💌 letters | 🗝️ keepsakes | 🪶 drawings + manga

🕊️ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 —

✧ there is softness in me, but it was not born gentle. I write from the places I had to survive — quiet memories, aching thoughts, silences that felt like rooms I couldn’t leave. writing became a kind of prayer for me, and every story i shape is a way to return to myself.

✧ i am currently a student,studying towards a life that can offer both purpose and independence. my days are quiet, often wrapped in books, prayer, and the kind of music that makes your chest hurt (in the most beautiful way). at the moment, hallelujah by shawn mendes is echoing in my head like a psalm.

✧ i love vintage softness, pressed flowers, the colour of sage in sunlight, and the wildness of jaguars.

✧ keep my circle small. i feel more at home in dusk than in daylight.

✧ i believe in subtle rebellion — like healing when no one thought you could.

✧ and no, i don’t write to be adored. i write because it’s the only thing i do without fear.

✧ i also draw — alongside my brother, we’re quietly creating a fan manga and our own original story. it’s a soft space for us, rooted in shared dreams and ink-stained fingertips.

🌙 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 —

✧ if you see suguru geto often here, know that it’s not out of obsession, it’s out of understanding. i write him as a man who deserved tenderness, but never received it. and maybe in loving him through words, i’m offering both of us something softer than the world ever did.

🪞 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 —

✧ currently studying : when i'm more open one day i will share.

✧ favourite sound: old guitar strings and voice cracks in soft ballads.

✧ artists: sabrina carpenter, ariana grandé, taylor swift,

✧ current comfort: long walks, warm coffee, and silence when it rains.

✧ i write mostly: angst / slow burns / longing / psychological depth.

✧ requests: open (but very selective).

✧ core character: suguru geto.

✧ other muses: taka (the lion king) / thorfinn (vinland saga) / reiner braun (aot) / ciel ( black butler) / itachi (naruto) / aki (chainsaw man)

🕯️ 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 + 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑���𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 —

✧ mature content (18+ only)

this blog explores heavy emotions, dark themes, and intimacy that is not meant for younger readers.

✧ do not steal, copy, or repost my work

no translations. no ai use. no resharing on other platforms without my written consent.

✧ i write for myself first

this isn’t a request blog — though my inbox is open, please respect that i only take on what moves me.

✧ be kind or be silent

i am not here to be corrected, “fixed,” or debated with. i don’t respond well to passive aggression, rudeness, or entitlement.

✧ do not dig into my private life

i’m an intensely private person. please don’t ask me personal questions or try to get too familiar — i don’t owe access to my life. although i do enjoy engaging with my followers so don't be shy to inbox me!

✧ don’t follow to lurk with bad intent

i notice everything. if your presence here feels intrusive, i will block without warning. my peace matters more.

✧ angst is my language

if you’re looking for fluff, happy endings, or characters “fixed” quickly, this may not be the place. my stories carry weight, emotion, and sometimes, no answers.

✧ i love geto suguru deeply

not in the fangirl way — but in the way that he reflects so many of the quiet hurts we hide. if you disrespect him here, this space will not welcome you.

✧ other characters

yes, I write for others too — from jujutsu kaisen, aot, and more. but geto is my core, my muse, and most of my stories will circle around him.

✧ this is a sacred space for softness and sorrow

if you’re still here, thank you. for stepping gently into my world.

✧ a final note...

my brother and i are working on both a jjk fan manga and our own original story — a quiet, shared world we’re building together.

you’ll find our art, sketches, and pages under:

→ 🪶 drawings + manga art

please be kind. these are pieces of our hearts.

©lafleurperdue. please do not copy, translate, repost, or claim my writing, art, or designs. dividers, words, and worlds belong to me. katherine , with soft ink & heavy heart 🤍

[lafleurperdue]

do you post your fics on ao3? if you don’t it would be a great idea to

my first inbox yahh!!. Firstly thank you for your question. I definitely got the app a few days ago and I'm still waiting on them to send me my invitation, so be on the look out. I'll make sure to create a navigation list which will be easier for you to find all my pages I plan on creating as well 🤍🍰 I hope you have a lovely christmas as well!!

[lafleurperdue]

cindy lou who

❆pairing — suguru geto x reader!

❆summary — I saw you laughing in one of his pictures But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger There's red and green everywhere, but l'm so blue Cindy Lou Who

❆w/c — 8,48k

❆warnings — nsfw, friends to lovers, jealousy, angst, fluff, smut, touching, MDNI

a/n — this is the longest fic I have ever written I swear. I did not think it would be this long but I certainly got in my feels as I related with the reader. Hopefully you'll stick until the end and read it, I really hope that you enjoy this long fic I honestly put so much into this so, I hope you enjoy!! 🤍(I got to admit I have a soft spot for geto) I was gonna make it a part 2 but it wouldn't make sense honestly.

10 December 2024

The room buzzed with quiet chatter, the hum of conversation floating softly around the group. You sat there smiling, fainting as you always did, content to be near him— Suguru with his effortless charisma and mysterious persona seemed to always brighten the gloomiest days.

He was leaning against the chair with his arms crossed, calm and collected as effort. But then his voice cut through the room, soft but yet so clear that it stopped every sound in the room.

“We're engaged” Suguru announced, his tone soft and his smile uncharacteristically tender.

The words hung in the air for a moment before anyone reacted. Shoko was the first to recover, her sharp whistle breaking the silence. “Finally!” she exclaimed, grinning with excitement.

Saturo clapped Suguru on the back, his laugh loud and infection. “About time man. Congratulations!”

Nanami nodded, offering a polite “Congratulations”, while Haibara beamed with happiness as his usual self ,excitement brimming with every word.

You didn't move. You didn't blink.

Engaged.

The word echoed in your head, bouncing around in the hollow space where your heart had been just moments before. It was a strange feeling, this heavy emptiness, like the floor had been ripped out from beneath you, yet you were somehow still sitting there, rooted to your seat.

Your hands tightened around the edge of your chair, knuckles going white as the smile on your face stayed frozen, the one you always wore when you looked at him—Suguru, who could never see what you’d been hiding all these years.

Two years.

Of course, you knew about her. Of course, you knew they’d been together. You told yourself you were happy for him, that you’d cheer him on from the sidelines like the good friend you were supposed to be. But the word engaged made it real in a way you hadn’t prepared for.

“Y/N” Shoko’s voice dragged you out of your spiral thoughts. You realized everyone was looking at you, waiting for your reaction.

You forced your lips to move, pulling them into something resembling a smile. "That’s... amazing news," you managed, your voice sounding foreign even to your own ears. "Congratulations, Suguru. I’m happy for you."

You didn’t even know if he noticed the slight tremor in your voice. You hoped he didn’t.

Suguru’s gaze met yours, and for a moment, you saw the gratitude in his eyes, the warmth of someone who thought you were genuinely celebrating with him. It hurt worse than you expected.

The conversation shifted after that, the others diving into questions about wedding plans and dates. You stayed quiet, nodding along and laughing when it felt appropriate, but your mind was elsewhere.

Years. You’d spent years loving him, dreaming of a moment that would never come. And now you realized that the tiny, flickering hope you’d buried deep inside you had finally been extinguished.

You excused yourself before the first tear could fall, muttering something about needing air. As you stepped outside, the cold evening breeze hit you like a slap, and the tears you’d been holding back spilled over, hot and bitter.

They’d said love was beautiful, but all you felt was the ache of something unspoken, the weight of what could have been, and the sting of words that could never be unsaid.

In the cold night, the snowflakes slowly fall like a weeping willow. In that moment of grief, your tears could only dry down as the cold air buries them as if they were never meant to be seen. You look out into the dark night on the balcony as mountains surround your tiny frame , Switzerland surely was a sight indeed.

To think that you once dreamed of having an all-white wedding with Suguru here, in the same place where your story together had quietly begun. The memory slipped into your mind like a cold breeze, subtle and uninvited, piercing itself together from fragments of the past. You were so young when your families first came here, deciding on a joint holiday in the picturesque Swiss Alps.

Even then, as a child, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Suguru. His shy smile and the way his dark hair stuck out from beneath his knitted hat warmed something inside you, even in the biting cold. That trip had marked the start of what you thought might someday become more a quiet connection that belonged to the two of you.

Over the years, it became a tradition. This snowy haven turned into a cherished secret getaway, first for your families, and then, as you all grew older, for your tight-knit group of friends. The memories blurred together: late nights sitting by the roaring fireplace, voices overlapping as the six of you shared dreams for the future. You and Suguru would always sneak off to steal the last pack of marshmallows, giggling like children as you toasted them over the fire and talked about things that felt too fragile to share with anyone else dreams, hopes, and love.

In those stolen moments, you allowed yourself to dream of his love. You pictured what it might feel like to have him look at you the way he looked at the snowflakes falling softly against the window, with quiet wonder. You dared to imagine a future where you were more than just friends, a future where this place, this beautiful, snow-covered haven, could host an all-white wedding with you and Suguru at the center of it all.

But that dream had shattered the moment he met Cindy. She wasn’t just a passing crush or a fleeting romance—she was everything he had chosen, everything he had committed himself to. The warmth you once felt in his presence now left an ache, a reminder of all that could have been but never would be.

And now, as you stood here again in Switzerland, surrounded by the same breathtaking views that once held so much promise, the memories were sharper than ever. It was no longer just a place of dreams but a place where the reality of loss lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of pine and snow.

Your sudden nostalgic memories were interrupted by the creaking sound from the door behind,you slowly turned around.

Him.

He stood there, slowly his usual relaxed self approached you, softly the heels of his favorite Wyatt Jodhpur boots clicked against the wooden floor. The only sound that could be heard was the door closing behind him, not a word was spoken between the two of you and finally he reached your fragile figure.

The silence was the only thing that held the atmosphere in place.

“It's cold outside, what are you doing here?”, he took off his coat to cover your figure. As if the words just woken you upon a dream you had, you tugged it against your flaying skin. Seemingly you forgot about your earlier meltdown,and for some reason the dark night was hiding your tear stained cheeks.

“The sky looked beautiful, couldn't miss the opportunity” you exhaled softly,like a secret only to hear by the sky itself.

Not once have you dared to look into his eyes, for you knew it would only stir the motions further. You smiled softly as you reached out to catch a few snowflakes, Suguru could only smile at your playful nature.

“Are you going to the Christmas Market Wednesday?” you asked.

A sigh escaped him as his fingers rubbed his temples. “Ah yes I almost forgot, I still need to pick up Cindy from the airport”

Cindy.

The name hung in the air like a bittersweet melody, a reminder of what might have been. She was the woman who had unwittingly stolen the future you had once dared to dream of, a future that now felt as fragile as glass.

“I understand Suguru, you don't have to apologize” a response so dimly that only at night could hear you cry.

You slowly got up from your crouching position and for the first time your eyes met. For a moment it felt like the melancholy of a storm-laden sky, looking into his eyes and they reminded you of the deepest earth crust that no one could understand, but sadly you were reminded that only you were an admirer.

“I'm sorry but I need to go to my room, it's been one….-” slowly you were searching for your words, something that wouldn't give it away. “One memorable night” you smiled up at him.

His smile reached yours, as you tried to mimic his actions. Finally your words cut through.

“I'm so happy for you and Cindy, Suguru. I only wish for the best, for both of you”.

Before Suguru could utter a word you were through the door, leaving him in a timid state of unawareness. You had to leave, you had to get away from him, for he didn't know the way he held you so captive like a bird in a cage,that never saw the day in light. As you walked your way out of the restaurant, you bumped into Shoko.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in your expression. Shoko had always been perceptive, and tonight was no different.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice carrying concern. "You okay?"

You forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "Yeah, just tired. Long night, you know."

Shoko tilted her head, clearly not convinced but wise enough not to push further. "If you need anything, you know where to find me."

You nodded, offering a quiet, "Thanks, Shoko," before brushing past her and stepping into the cold night air.

The walk back to your room felt endless, each step weighed down by the ache in your chest. Memories of Suguru's smile, his laughter, and the way his eyes used to light up when he looked at you played in your mind like a cruel montage. And now, all of that was meant for someone else. Cindy.

Finally, you reached your door, fumbling with the key as your vision blurred with unshed tears. Once inside, you let the facade crumble. The weight of the night hit you all at once, and you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your hands.

The sobs came in waves, raw and unrelenting. You cried for what was, for what could have been, and for the pieces of your heart you’d so willingly given to someone who could never see you the same way.

Between the tears, you whispered into the silence, "I just wanted him to choose me... just once."

But the only answer was the stillness of the night, a cold reminder that some stories aren’t meant to end in love.

12 December 2024

The chalet buzzed with excitement as everyone prepared for their outing to the Christmas market. The morning sunlight filtered through the frosted windows, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered peaks. You busied yourself with adjusting your scarf, focusing on the small task to keep your thoughts from wandering.

“Are we all ready?” Shoko called out, her voice cutting through the chatter.

“Just waiting on Haibara, as usual,” Nanami replied, sipping from his steaming coffee mug.

You smiled faintly at the banter, grateful for the distraction. This trip was supposed to be about making memories, about enjoying the company of your closest friends. But as much as you tried to focus on that, a nagging feeling stirred in your chest an ache you’d tried to ignore since last night.

The others finally gathered, bundled up in thick coats and gloves, and you all piled into a couple of cars for the short drive down to the village. The road wound through snowy forests, the trees heavy with frost, their branches forming an archway over the path.

By the time you reached the market, the quaint streets were already alive with the hum of holiday cheer. Wooden stalls lined the cobblestone paths, their roofs dusted with snow. The air smelled of roasted chestnuts, spiced cider, and freshly baked pastries.

“Alright,” Gojo said, clapping his gloved hands together. “Let’s split up and meet back here in an hour. Everyone, try not to buy something completely useless.”

The group laughed, and you found yourself relaxing just a bit. But as you turned to follow Shoko toward one of the stalls, a familiar voice cut through the festive noise.

“Suguru!”

You froze, the smile slipping from your face. Cindy’s voice.

Turning slowly, you saw them—Suguru and Cindy walking toward the group. Suguru’s arm was slung casually over her shoulders, her hand resting on his chest as they leaned into each other. Cindy looked radiant in a cream-colored coat, her hair falling in soft waves around her face. She laughed at something Suguru said, the sound warm and light, and he smiled down at her with an ease that felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

You hadn’t expected her to arrive so early. You’d thought you had more time to prepare yourself, to steal your emotions before being forced to face them. But there she was, as if plucked from the pages of some perfect holiday romance, looking every bit the part of Suguru’s fiancée.

“Hey, sorry we’re late!” Cindy said, her voice bubbly as she greeted the group. She gave you a quick hug, her perfume lingering even after she pulled away. “Suguru thought it’d be nice to come early and surprise everyone.”

You forced a polite smile, though your heart felt heavy. “It’s nice to see you, Cindy.”

She beamed. “You too! Isn’t this place magical? Suguru was just telling me about how you all used to come here as kids. It’s so sweet.”

Her words hit harder than you expected, a reminder of the memories you shared with Suguru that now seemed to belong to someone else.

As the group began to move through the market, you found yourself trailing behind, your gaze occasionally drifting to Suguru and Cindy. They were inseparable, holding hands, sharing whispers, laughing together. At one point, Suguru adjusted Cindy’s scarf with a tenderness that made your stomach twist.

“Hey.” Shoko’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. She had fallen back to walk beside you, her sharp eyes studying your face. “You okay?”

You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to speak.

She sighed, slipping her arm through yours as the two of you wandered toward a stall selling handmade ornaments. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”

“I’m fine,” you murmured, though you didn’t believe it.

Shoko didn’t press further, but her presence was a comfort nonetheless. As the morning went on, you tried to focus on the market: the glittering lights, the cheerful music, the scent of holiday treats. But no matter how hard you tried, your gaze kept drifting back to Suguru and Cindy, and the realization settled in your chest like a weight: this trip wasn’t going to be as simple as you had hoped.

You told yourself it was time to let go, but the ache in your chest wouldn’t subside.

“Shoko, I'll be back in a bit”, before she could protest you turned into a quieter part of the market, drawn to a small stall tucked away in the corner. The vibrant hues of oil paintings caught her eye landscapes of snowy peaks, quiet villages, and vivid sunsets.

“You have a good eye,” a low, smooth voice said.

You turned, startled, and found yourself face-to-face with a man who could have stepped out of one of the paintings himself. His dark coat was tailored to perfection, his scarf loosely draped over his shoulders. His eyes, a deep, piercing shade, were focused on her with quiet curiosity.

“Oh, I was just looking,” you said, your voice soft as you turned your gaze back to the painting in front of you.

“And now you’re being modest,” he replied with a small smile, stepping beside you. “That one’s my favorite too. The way the light plays off the snow it’s tricky to capture that feeling.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “You painted these?”

“I did.” His smile grew, a touch of pride glinting in his eyes. “My name’s Shui. I’ve been exhibiting in Europe for a while now. And you?”

You hesitated. “I’m just... here with friends. We’re visiting for Christmas.”

“Well, whoever your friends are, they’re lucky to have you. You seem to notice details most people overlook,” he said, his voice gentle, as though the words were meant only for you.

The compliment caught you off guard, and you felt a blush creep into your cheeks. “I’m not sure about that.”

Shui tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “Tell me, what brought you here? To this part of the market?”

You hesitated. The truth felt too heavy to admit to a stranger. Instead, you shrugged. “I guess I wanted to get away from the noise. This place feels... quieter.”

He nodded knowingly. “Quiet is good. It lets you see things more clearly. Like this.” He gestured toward the painting you had been admiring. “That piece was inspired by a winter I spent alone in the Alps. Sometimes solitude brings clarity.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him. There was something grounding about his presence, a quiet strength that made you feel like you didn’t have to pretend.

“You sound like you’ve figured things out,” you said softly.

“Not entirely,” he admitted with a small laugh. “But I’ve learned that the right people and moments come when you least expect them.”

The words hung in the air between the both of you, heavy with meaning. For the first time in days, the weight on your heart felt a little lighter.

Shui’s smile returned, warmer now. “If you’re not in a rush, I’d love to show you a gallery nearby. They’re exhibiting some of my larger works. Call it an artist’s shameless self-promotion.”

You hesitated, glancing back toward the bustling part of the market where your friends were. But the thought of facing Suguru and Cindy again made your heart sink. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good.” Shui extended his arm. “Shall we?”

You looped your arm through his, and together, you both walked into the snowy morning , leaving the noise of the market behind. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were stepping into something new, something that didn’t revolve around Suguru.

16 December 2024

Over the next few days, Shui kept appearing inviting you over for coffee, joining you for a quiet walk in the snow. His presence helped you feel seen in a way you haven't before, igniting a sense of independence and hope.

The ice rink shimmered under the warm glow of fairy lights strung above, their golden light reflecting off the smooth, frozen surface. Laughter and the soft sounds of skates gliding over ice filled the air. You found yourself gripping Shui's arm tightly as you wobbled on the blades, trying not to fall for the third time that evening.

“Easy there,” Shui said, chuckling. His hand steadied you, resting gently on your waist. “You’re not bad at this; you just need a little confidence.”

You laughed softly, feeling the tips of your ears burn from both the cold and his touch. “You’re just being nice. I’m pretty sure I’m a danger to everyone on this rink.”

“You’re doing great,” he insisted, flashing you a warm smile that made your heart skip.

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru stood at the edge of the rink, leaning against the wooden railing. His dark eyes followed your every movement, the cigarette between his fingers forgotten as it burned down to ash. Each laugh you shared with Shui, every time you leaned into him for support, sent an unfamiliar pang through his chest.

“What’s with the long face?” Shoko appeared beside him, her wine glass still half-full, her sharp gaze cutting straight through him.

“I’m fine,” Suguru muttered, his tone clipped. He exhaled slowly, the smoky patterns of his breath mixing with the cold air.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. She followed his gaze, landing on you and Shui spinning awkwardly on the ice, laughing like children. “They look good together, don’t they?”

Suguru’s jaw tightened, and he looked away. “I guess.”

Shoko smirked, taking a sip of her wine. “You guess? You don’t sound too thrilled about it.”

He frowned, the irritation in his chest growing. “Why would I care? She can do whatever she wants.”

Shoko tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle. “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you’ve been staring at her all night.”

His silence betrayed him, and Shoko’s smirk deepened. She leaned in closer, her voice lowering. “You know what your problem is, Suguru? You’ve spent so long convincing yourself you don’t feel anything for her that you actually started to believe it. But seeing her with someone else? That’s not jealousy, is it?” She paused, letting the words sink in. “It’s regret.”

Suguru’s chest tightened, her words hitting harder than he wanted to admit. He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer.

Shoko straightened, brushing imaginary dust off her coat. “Figure it out, Suguru. Before it’s too late.” With that, she walked off, leaving him standing there, his thoughts swirling as heavily as the snow falling around him.

Later during the night, the rink cleared out a bit as the group reconvened, some of them sitting by the edge with hot chocolate while others skated lazily around. Cindy was chatting animatedly with Haibara, completely unaware of Suguru’s distracted state.

You had just stepped off the rink to fix your skates when Suguru appeared beside you, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. His presence caught you off guard.

“You’re getting better out there,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

You looked up at him, surprised. “Thanks. Shui’s been helping a lot.”

At the mention of Shui, Suguru’s jaw tightened, though he forced a small smile. “You seem... happy.”

You blinked, unsure of what to say. “I guess I am. It’s been nice.”

He nodded, glancing down at the ice. There was a tension in the air, a silence that felt heavier than it should. Finally, he spoke again. “Can we talk? Just for a second.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard. You nodded, following him a few steps away from the group.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, your breath visible in the cold air.

He hesitated, his dark eyes searching yours as though trying to find the right words. “I just... I wanted to say I’ve noticed how different you’ve been lately. With him.”

You blinked. “With Shui?”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. “Yeah. It’s... good. You deserve to be happy.”

The words felt forced, and you could hear the strain in his voice. Before you could respond, he stepped closer, his warmth cutting through the cold air between you.

“But…” He stopped, his breath hitching. “It’s hard to see you with someone else.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, his words hanging heavy in the air. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as he leaned in slightly, his gaze. His words hung in the air knowingly, as he moved a bit closer,the space so small closing in as your breathing, became much more rigid.

What was this feeling?

Frustration? Guilt? No. This was entirely different. This was pure, unfiltered anger.

For years, you had swallowed your feelings, buried them deep beneath the surface where they couldn’t hurt you—or him. You had watched him love someone else, choose someone else, while you stayed silent, convincing yourself it was better this way. And now, just when you’d started to heal, just when you’d found someone who made you feel seen and whole again, here he was. And for what? To pull you back into the storm you’d barely survived?

Your hand moved before your mind could catch up, the sharp sound of the slap cutting through the cold air. Suguru’s head turned slightly from the impact, his dark hair falling into his face. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even raise a hand to stop you.

“How dare you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “How dare you make me feel like this. After all these years after ignoring me, after choosing her—you think you can just show up and ruin the one thing that’s finally made me happy?”

Suguru turned back to face you, his cheek reddened but his expression unreadable. His dark eyes, however, betrayed him. There was something there—something raw and vulnerable that you didn’t want to see.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said quietly.

“Then stop,” you snapped, your voice rising. “Stop doing this. Stop making me feel like I’m losing my mind. You don’t get to do this to me, Suguru. Not now.”

He stepped closer, and you instinctively took a step back, but he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. “I didn’t realize,” he started, his voice breaking slightly, “how much I was losing until I saw you with him.”

“That’s not my fault,” you said, your voice shaking with anger and hurt. “You don’t get to want me now just because you’re scared of losing me. You made your choice, Suguru. You chose Cindy. And I chose to move on. For fucks sake you're engaged Suguru!”The last sentence cut through him like a blade,almost as if he forgot.

His grip on your wrist tightened—not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from walking away. “I was scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I could ignore it, that it was just in my head. But it wasn’t. It’s never been in my head, and now it’s too late, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to respond, to throw another fiery remark at him, but before you could, his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was desperate, almost feverish, like he was trying to say everything he couldn’t put into words. You froze, every part of you screaming to push him away, but for a moment—just one moment you let yourself feel it. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and it was as though the entire world disappeared.

Reality snapped back like a whip. You shoved him away, your breath ragged as you stared at him in disbelief. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you hissed, your hand trembling as you wiped your lips.

Suguru's lips parted, his dark eyes filled with regret and something else—something you didn't want to name.

"I—" he started, but the words caught in his throat.

Before either of you could say anything else, a voice cut through the icy tension, slicing it in two.

"What’s going on here?"

You froze, your blood running cold as you turned toward the sound. Cindy stood a few feet away, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her gaze shifting between you and Suguru. Her eyes narrowed, her usually soft features hardening into something unrecognizable.

Suguru immediately straightened, his expression unreadable as he turned to face her. “Cindy,” he said, his voice unnaturally calm.

“Don’t ‘Cindy’ me,” she snapped, stepping closer. “I saw it. I saw you kiss her.”

Your heart plummeted to your stomach, panic rising like a tidal wave. “It’s not what you think—”

“Oh, spare me,” Cindy cut you off, her voice sharp enough to draw blood. Her gaze locked on Suguru, her voice shaking with anger. “How long has this been going on? Was this some kind of sick joke between the two of you?”

“It’s not like that,” Suguru said quickly, his voice firm but tinged with desperation. “It just... happened.”

“‘It just happened’?” Cindy echoed, her voice rising. “Are you kidding me, Suguru? We’re engaged! Or did that just ‘happen’ too?”

The group, drawn by the commotion, began to gather nearby. Shoko was the first to approach, her sharp eyes darting between the three of you as she pieced together the scene.

“What’s going on?” Shoko asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.

Cindy turned to her, her voice cracking. “What’s going on is that I just caught my fiancé kissing her.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. You wanted to disappear, to run and never look back. Instead, you stood frozen, your gaze fixed on the ground as everyone’s eyes turned toward you.

“Cindy,” Suguru said again, stepping toward her. “I know how this looks, but—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice breaking. Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. “I trusted you. I believed in us. And this—this is what you do?”

For a moment, Suguru looked utterly lost, his calm facade shattered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said quietly.

“But you did,” Cindy shot back, her voice trembling. “And the worst part? You didn’t even think about me. About us. Not for a second.”

She turned on her heel, walking away before anyone could stop her. The group stood in stunned silence, the festive air of the rink now heavy with tension. Your brimming eyes caught Shui, and your heart broke at the sight.

Shoko was the first to move, stepping closer to you. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

You shook your head, unable to speak. Your gaze flickered to Suguru, who stood there, his shoulders slumped as he watched Cindy’s retreating figure.

“I should go,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Shoko nodded, her hand resting lightly on your arm. “I’ll come with you.”

As the two of you walked away, you could feel Suguru’s eyes on your back, the weight of his gaze like a physical pull. But you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. Not this time.

24 December 2024

The amount of days that has passed and the amount of guilt that surrounded your heart was unbearable. Your eyes swollen from all the tears you've spilled these past few days,are now stained through a soaking wet pillow.

Cindy.

Your mind drifted. The pain in your chest could never compare to the heartbreak she might be feeling now, the weight of guilt still clung to you like a heavy cloak, threatening to drown in despair. You never wanted to be the other woman, never in a million years have you thought of yourself that way,but yet here you are.

The other woman.

A knock was heard from your cosy Swiss Chalet. It was nearly seven—in the morning, who could be here so early?

With a deep sigh, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way to the door. Opening the door widely, there she stood.

Cindy as perfect as ever, with her long black hair and red lips. The way she looked at you you couldn't tell if it was pure anger or if she felt sorry for you. The silence was erupted, softy by her sweet tone, “May I come in?”.

You nodded as, you opened the door widely for her to enter. The clack of her heels and long brown coat made her look so elegantly, you couldn't help but admire her.

You both seated, in the living room. Not one of you uttering a word so far.

“Cindy.. I-” you interrupted.

“I always knew he loved you”, she whispered as her eyes caught yours. The confession made your heart swell for a moment but yet break for her.

““...he always found reasons to be near you,” Cindy finished softly, her voice cracking just slightly. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the gold bracelet on her wrist, and you could see the weight of her words pressing down on her.

You swallowed hard, guilt surging through you like a tidal wave. “Cindy, I… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I never—”

She raised a hand to stop you. “Please, don’t. I’m not here to point fingers or assign blame. I’ve had weeks to process this, and… I’ve come to terms with it.” Her red lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “Suguru and I… we weren’t meant to be. I see that now.”

Her words stung more than you expected. You knew she was right; there was no denying the unspoken connection between you and Suguru. But the last thing you ever wanted was to hurt Cindy.

“I broke off the engagement,” she continued, her tone steady but void of the anger you half-expected. “We’ve decided to go our separate ways. It’s for the best.”

“I’m so sorry, Cindy.” Your voice was barely a whisper. “If I could go back, I’d—”

“Don’t,” she said again, her gaze sharp but not unkind. “What’s done is done. Suguru… he loves you. He always has. I just—” She took a deep breath, as if steadying herself. “I just hope you’ll take care of him. That’s all I ask.”

You nodded, tears threatening to spill as you reached out to touch her hand. “I promise.”

Cindy stood then, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. She adjusted her coat and gave you one last look, her expression unreadable. “Goodbye,” she said simply, and then she was gone, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions.

The door had barely closed behind her when you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you saw Shui standing in the hallway, arms crossed, his face clouded with a mixture of hurt and confusion.

“Shui…” you began, guilt tightening your chest. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You didn’t need to. I saw everything.”

You stepped closer, desperation creeping into your voice. “I’m sorry, Shui. I never meant for you to get caught up in all of this.”

He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to apologize to me. But you should’ve been honest—with Cindy, with Suguru, and with yourself. This didn’t have to end like this.”

“I know,” you said quietly, your voice barely audible. “I know I messed up. I’ll fix it, I promise.”

Shui studied you for a long moment before nodding slightly, his expression softening just a fraction. “Just… don’t let Cindy’s sacrifice be for nothing,” he said before walking away, leaving you alone with the crushing weight of everything that had happened.

You sat down on the couch, the silence of the room pressing in around you. Cindy’s words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to fully acknowledge the truth: you had to make things right, not just for Suguru, but for everyone who had been hurt in the process. And this time, you wouldn’t let them down.

25 December 2024

Finally, it was Christmas morning. Suguru busied himself with last-minute touches, his hands steady as he arranged the garlands around the hearth. The soft hum of laughter and chatter filled the room as friends gathered near the twinkling Christmas tree, their faces lit with joy. Despite the warmth and festive air, Suguru's thoughts were elsewhere, swirling with unease and anticipation.

“Suguru,” Gojo’s unmistakable voice broke through his focus. Suguru turned, only to find his friend wearing a knowing grin. “Stop pretending you’re not looking for someone,” Gojo teased, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Suguru opened his mouth to retort, but then his breath hitched. There you were, standing by the doorway, wrapped in a soft sweater and scarf, snowflakes still melting in your hair. The world seemed to still as his gaze locked onto yours for the first time in weeks. A flood of emotions, relief, longing, and something deeper rushed through him as your lips curved into a tentative smile.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping further into the room.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The morning unfolded in a whirlwind of torn wrapping paper, shared laughter, and playful banter. But Suguru’s focus never strayed far from you. When it was his turn, he reached under the tree and pulled out a small, carefully wrapped package, his hands trembling slightly as he handed it to you.

“This is for you,” he murmured, his dark eyes watching your reaction intently.

You blinked, surprised, before carefully unwrapping the gift. Inside was a delicate necklace a simple gold chain with a tiny charm shaped like a star. It sparkled faintly under the warm glow of the Christmas lights.

“It reminded me of you,” he admitted, his voice low. “You’ve always been the brightest thing in my life.”

Your heart clenched at his words, and for a moment, you forgot everyone else in the room. “Suguru… it’s perfect. Thank you.”

As the day slipped into evening and the snowstorm outside intensified, the group gradually dispersed, leaving you and Suguru alone by the fireplace. The flames crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Wrapped in a shared blanket, you both sat close, the warmth of the fire chasing away the chill in the air.

“I missed this,” Suguru said, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at you, his gaze tender. “Us. Talking. Laughing. Just… being.”

“I missed it too,” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder. “I missed you.”

The hours stretched as you reminisce about old memories—late-night adventures, inside jokes, and moments of unspoken connection. The weight of the weeks apart seemed to dissolve with every shared smile, every stolen glance.

At some point, the conversation lulled, and Suguru tilted his head to look at you. His hand reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours. The kiss was slow at first, soft and exploratory, but quickly deepened as weeks of longing poured into the moment. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the firelight danced around you.

“Suguru,” you breathed against his lips, your voice trembling with both desire and uncertainty.

“Come with me,” he murmured, his eyes dark with intent. He stood, pulling you to your feet, and without a second thought, the two of you slipped away into the stormy night.

His room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the snowstorm filtering through the curtains. The air was thick with unspoken words as he guided you inside, his hands warm and steady against yours.

Your skin was greeted by the soft kisses of his lips. There was no worries, no longer the wait that you have spent years on waiting for this man. Finally he had you all to himself.

Your heart pounded as his hands came into contact with your satin shirt. His kisses didn't fail once as the goosebumps seem to appear on your skin. A lowly chuckle could be heard from him as his hands made their way to your breasts only to squeeze them together.

Slowly the remaining clothes you both wore were on the floor. You laid there naked, on this very day just for him. Your voluptuous body made it hard for him to breathe in this now hot room. His now dark eyes ranked over your figure,imagining all the dirty things he can do to you.

Slowly his hands explored your now naked thighs,squeezing the soft flesh. A moan treated to escape your now red lips.

“The way, I used to imagine this, fuck”, his thick voice now clouded with lust. He pulled your now burning body, close the edge of the bed only to get down on your knees.

Never in your dreams have you thought this would happen. Suguru Geto down on his knees for you. His tongues darted out as he finally reached your waters, a low groan escaped his throat just enough to wake your core. The taste of you on his tongue was like heaven itself, a lustful man like himself has finally tasted the meal he most surely has been craving for the longest time

“Oh my-...” the muffled moans that were drawn from your pretty mouth, and your now arched figure was something he could now control. His tongue interned your now tight hole, with this action your hands flung to his long luscious locks.

“Suguru, oh my gosh”, a smirk invaded Suguru’s lips as he finally looked at your face. His one finger slipped in without permission, he slowly pumped the digest, driving you to ecstasy.

“So damn wet, can you hear yourself?” the question came out vaguely as he chuckled,proud of himself was an understatement. He made a mission for you to hear the sounds that escaped your now wet core.

“Suguru, please… ” you moaned louder as he started to go faster,and started licking your clit.

“Oh - Oh-Oh my.. fuck” your hands gripped onto him for dear life as you felt that familiar feeling creeping.

“Did you sleep with him?” What stupid questions was this man asking you? , while you were on the verge of coming. A loud slap could be heard as his one hand came into contact with the soft flesh of your thigh along with a sudden gasp from you.

“Answer me, I asked you a question”, his tone low and demanding as your eyes made contact with him.

“No…. I didn't” the words finally came out in a low cry.

“Good because you, belong to me” he murmured softly to you.

With his fingers so deep in you, his kisses made their way to your breasts only to sucked on your now sensitive nipples. Your breasts bounced slightly the faster his fingers went.His kisses finally reached your ear only to whisper the dirtiest secrets to you.

“Cum for me baby”his voice haled, and just like that he made you feel true ecstasy. His name rolled off your lips as he continued his ministries,until he rode out your orgasm.

The soft rhythm of your breathing filled the quiet space, and Suguru’s dark eyes roamed your face, searching for any hint of hesitation or concern. For the first time, you could truly see him—not just the man in front of you, but the intensity and passion that had always burned beneath the surface. It was overwhelming, almost too much, yet it felt right.

His lips found yours again, slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. His kiss carried a tenderness that made your heart flutter, and your hands instinctively cupped his cheek. A smile tugged at your lips as you remembered slapping him not long ago. The irony wasn’t lost on either of you.

His deep voice broke the moment, pulling a laugh from you. “At least I know my girl’s got a mean slap,” he teased, his grin devilish.

“You deserved it,” you shot back, your voice softer but still firm. “For everything you put me through.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, his smile deepened, an unspoken acknowledgment that your words were true.

When he kissed you again, it was different. The slow tenderness gave way to something rougher, more urgent. His hands framed your waist as he lowered himself, his body fitting perfectly against yours. The warmth of him, the weight, the unspoken promise—it was enough to make your heart race.

Suguru hesitated, his movements slowing as his dark eyes met yours. He knew your boundaries, understood the reverence you held for yourself and your body. It hadn’t been years for him, but he knew it had been for you—since before you left high school, since the last boyfriend you had allowed close. That thought only made him more careful, more determined to handle you with care.

He pressed his lips to yours once more, a silent reassurance. His touch was reverent, patient, yet full of the fire that only Suguru could bring. He was ready—but only if you were, too.

Your eyes met for the slightest moment before his member stretched you out softly. A low moan could be heard from you as you wrapped your thighs around his hips.

“Fuck, you feel good” he mumbled against your skin kissing your colrbone—sucking on the soft spot to ease the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly he started to pump his member in and out of you stretching, your now tight woman hood just for him.

Your moans didn't go unnoticed by his actions ,as started sucking onto your right nipple.

“You feel that baby?” he asked you as you looked at him. A simple nod and moan slip your mouth.

“Fuck” he cursed underneath his breath. Without a word, you were on your stomach only for him to lift you slowly, pulling your hair slightly as he slid into you again.

“Oh my fuck, Suguru” this position made everything much more pleasant.

A loud slap was heard for the second time that night against your ass, a sign of dominance. You cried out loudly, the stinging feeling bringing a whole new sensation.

“Mine, all mine. It's like you were for me” he repeated his words as you felt his member twitch inside you. You couldn’t help but squeeze around him, only making him hiss at the pleasure.

“Come on baby, I'm close. Fuck” he gave you one last smack as he let go of your hair.

“Suguru I'm close” he hummed at your response and he started going faster and faster. Your second orgasm was finally approaching for the night,the tingling feeling starting to swell up in your core as you felt the way Suguru hit that one spot over and over again.

Finally you came along with him,the feeling of him filling your core with such ease, didn't go unnoticed. Your trembling figure laid out before him, as Suguru milked his way out, making sure none of his seeds go to waste.

The exhausted sound which came from him as he collapsed on top of your now, wet body.

Silence was all that could be heard as you lay beneath him, the storm outside a faint whisper against the windows. Suguru’s warm breath fanned against your skin, and for a moment, neither of you moved, both lost in the intensity of what had just unfolded.

Then, with a tenderness that made your heart ache, he gathered you against him, pulling you into his arms so you rested against his chest. His fingers traced lazy circles along your back, grounding you in the moment as you both basked in the quiet intimacy.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of awe. “I never thought this would happen… that I’d have you like this.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I guess Christmas miracles do exist.”

He chuckled, the deep, rich sound vibrating against your ear. “If you’re my miracle, then I must’ve been really good this year.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence again, the weight of unspoken emotions finally lifting. Suguru’s hand moved to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch so gentle it sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you regret it?” he asked suddenly, his tone hesitant, as though he feared your answer.

You shook your head, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “Not for a second. I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long, Suguru.”

His arms tightened around you, as though he couldn’t bear to let you go. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion.

“You already have,” you whispered, your voice catching as your heart swelled with love.

The storm outside seemed to ease, the wind quieting as if nature itself was giving you this moment of peace. Suguru leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and reassuring.

“You’re everything to me,” he said softly, his dark eyes searching yours. “I want to build a life with you. Whatever happens, I want you by my side.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but they were happy ones. “I’m not going anywhere, Suguru. This is exactly where I’m meant to be.”

He smiled, a rare, unguarded expression that made him look almost boyish. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d survive losing you again.”

Nestled together, you both drifted into lighthearted conversation—talking about future plans, inside jokes, and everything in between. Suguru shared stories about his childhood, his dreams, and even the little things he loved about you that he’d never had the courage to say before.

By the time the storm completely passed, dawn was beginning to creep through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Suguru’s arms tightened around you one last time as you both lay there, utterly content.

“Christmas will never be the same again,” he said, his voice laced with affection.

“No,” you agreed, pressing a final kiss to his lips. “It’ll be better.”

And as the morning light filled the room, you knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of happiness with Suguru by your side.

©suguru's-thoughts 2024, do not copy or translate my work. art work does not belong to me all credit goes out to the the artist. my banners are from the lovely @adornedwithlight!! 🤍

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a/n — just a reminder I was tired when I wrote the smut part, so there was less passion in my opinion . My writing usually has so much passion in the especially in those scenes I dislike it so much when I write smuts so vaguely :') I'll make sure to make it better when I do the rest of the ingredients for Fruitcake !! 🍰