To the world, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo were simply close friends—two of the most powerful sorcerers of their generation, bound by camaraderie and shared history. Suguru’s calm, composed demeanor often grounded Satoru’s fiery arrogance and unrestrained confidence. But behind closed doors, their relationship was far from what anyone would imagine. In private, they danced a fine line between companionship and something far more intimate—a relationship built on stolen moments and unspoken desires.

What had started as a way to "blow off steam" had evolved into something neither could fully define. It was Suguru who had first introduced Satoru to these moments of intimacy, a quiet curiosity at the time. But now, it seemed as though Satoru had grown addicted, pushing boundaries in a way that was so inherently him. And while Suguru often indulged him, there were days when even he felt the need to draw a line.

That’s exactly what led to the current situation in Suguru’s dorm. Satoru, persistent as ever, kept begging Suguru for another intimate night. Suguru had his hands pressed against Satoru’s shoulders, keeping him firmly pinned to the mattress with an exasperated sigh.

"For the last time, I’m not interested tonight. You don’t always get what you want, Satoru. You’ll have to survive one night without me." Suguru said firmly, his tone betraying a hint of frustration but not without its usual patience. His dark eyes met Satoru’s piercing blue ones, a flicker of amusement mingling with exasperation as he watched the pout forming on the other’s face.