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💫Clingy Geto Suguru💫

Your phone rings, the alarm blaring for you to get up and get ready for the official mission reporting. But the heavy weight pressing you into the couch isn't budging however you try to shake it off.

When you finally manage to slip a leg from underneath the weight, said weight shifts, rough palm coming over your thigh to pull your leg back under it. "Stop moving, y/n. You're disturbing me." The voice is gravelly and so tired that you feel guilty for waking him up for a whole second.

"Get up, Sugu. We gotta report to the elders." You try reasoning. His head snuggles a little more into the chink between your neck and shoulder, "That can wait five minutes more baby. 'M too tired to move."

You hum, fingers raking through his messy bed hair, "Yeah, you took quite the hit back there," for me. The words remain unsaid, but you know he hears it by the way the corners of his lips curl against your neck.

"Best hit I ever took. I'd take that hit all over again if I could." You chuckle at his little declaration, "Will you also take the hit from the elders?"

He stiffens for a bit and asks, "For you? Absolutely."

Your cheeks heat up at that. That's the first time he showed any acknowledgement to this unspoken thing going on between you. You want to label it. But you don't want to come off as clingy.

Two long fingers snap before your eyes, startling you out of your daze. Your eyes meet a probing gaze. And a childish pout. "Eyes on me when I'm talking to you."

"I— how am I supposed to look at you when you have literally buried yourself in my neck?"

The smug grin is back on his face and it fucking melts your heart. "I don't know. Figure out a way, genius."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Now get up!" You hit his arms surrounding your form, indicating him to let go.

This time he lets go, standing up before pulling you up as well.

You stretch, bones cracking satisfyingly. You yelp as the arms come around you once again, squeezing you tight to his chest. His nose buried in your neck once again. "Suguru!" You admonish him.

"Sorry. You just smell so good." He rocks you both side to side for a minute. "Why? Why do you never ask me to label our relationship?" The question is so soft and muffled against your neck, you wonder if you imagined it.

You croak out anyway, "Uhh, just didn't want to seem clingy I guess? Hahaha..." You trail off.

The bite that comes to your neck next is totally unexpected. "Clingy? You don't want to seem clingy? Is clingy unattractive to you?"

You are dumbstruck, how do you answer it?

"Some people find it annoying?"

"Am I one of those?"

"Uh I don't know?"

"Then how do you know I don't like clinginess?" He tightens his arms around you for emphasis. Your eyes widen at his implication.

You always assumed Geto Suguru was someone who hated baggage and clingy people. But what about now? When he was acting like a big attention-starved puppy? You think back to all of his clingy moments with you.

You dare to ask him, "Then... Would you like to name this," you wave your hand, "whatever this is?"

"Hmm." He nods, "Be my girlfriend?"

You freeze, that was unexpected. Emotions well up inside you. So many suppressed emotions that your eyes tear up when you turn around to face him.

He still dares to smile at you like that. You nod your head, somehow getting a choked 'yes' out.

"Alright! How about we go report to the oldies, girlfriend?"

Tagging: @cuz-like-why-not (here it is hoe hit me)