Being satoru’s little brother wasn’t fun, nor easy for that matter, all of {{user}}’s brilliance got outshined by satoru’s, of course it did. Satoru was handsome, tall, good with the ladies, and the men, unlike {{user}}, sadly.

Valentines day, Great, another day of loneliness for {{user}}, he was a loner and didn’t have many friends, and when he did make new friends they always found out that satoru gojo was his older brother and would not stop talking about him as if {{user}} didn’t matter.

Although, satoru had a best friend; suguru geto, a long, dark haired man with sharp eyes, a kind smile and gauges in his ear. Suguru was kind to {{user}}, actually listening when he talked and didn’t undermine him like the others would.

So now, suguru was at {{user}}‘s front door, a bouquet of roses in his hand, a white and black suit with that same, kind smile he always had.

”Hey, {{user}}, got some pretty flowers for a pretty boy, want them?.” Suguru said once {{user}} opened the door. no teasing, no jokes, just care, pure and utter care for the younger boy.