With The Power Invested In Me, I Now Pronounce You Stupid, Stupider, And Stupidest. - PastelNetwork - 呪術廻戦 (2024)

The crowd of bustling college students greets Yuuji the moment he steps out off campus.

Expertly dodging students who are too busy to notice a jittery and excited pink haired fool, Yuuji makes his way to the parking lot. His phone held tightly in his hand, Yuuji quickly swerves through the crowd with a smile, the promise of something special hanging in the air above the excited college student’s head as he weaves through the horde of people.

For a few days now, Satoru and Suguru–his boyfriends–have been planning something for Yuuji.

Yeah, he knows, it sounds a little self-centered to come up with that kind of conclusion, but no matter how many times he tries to prove himself wrong, Yuuji is always being corrected by the universe in the form of miscellaneous things he finds lying around the lovebirds apartment.

Bank withdrawals.

brochures.

Magazines with fancy jewelry.

and, the cherry on top, suguru’s search history consists of nothing but five star hotels in the united states, all of them booked for three guests.

So, with all this in mind, it isn’t too far-fetched to assume that maybe– just maybe– Satoru and Suguru will propose to him.

They’ve been dating for a little over a year now, currently all live together in a massive penthouse, and still love each other dearly since the moment Yuuji gathered up the courage to ask the married couple out on a date. Satoru and Suguru are the most important aspects of Yuuji’s life, his sun and moon, the stars in the sky, his everything–

“YUUUJIIII~~~!”

Yuuji looks up–the parking lot sitting right before his eyes. And, in that parking lot, stands Satoru Gojo leaning against his shiny blue porsche. His beautiful white hair flows gracefully in the wind, the shine of the sun reflecting nicely off his heavily tinted sunglasses, hands sitting along his hips as he waits for Yuuji to approach with curled lips.

It’s impossible not to smile back at Satoru gojo; the man holds a certain air around him that makes people feel safe and content and, most importantly, happy. Every second Yuuji is with Satoru, he doesn't have to worry about school or his part time job or the drama unfolding between his friends. Instead, he relaxes, teh world drifting to the unknown as he greedily soaks up the man’s presence.

“SATORUUU~~~!” Yuuji mimics with his arms spread out like a pair of wings ready to take off. Before Yuuji can even blink, Satoru is scooping Yuuji up in his muscular arms and spinning him around, causing an eruption of laughter to escape the young college student.

“I MISSED YOUUU!!!” Satoru cries out while tightening his grip around Yuuji’s torso, his feet expertly spinning them around and around until the tall man is forced to come to a halt after almost stumbling into a group of teenagers. But Yuuji doesn’t care. He holds on tight with a wide smile, always loving the way Satoru greets Yuuji everytime he picks him up from school. It makes Yuuji’s heartbeat widely in his ribcage, half scared that it will eventually pop up into Satoru’s arms, half excited at the prospect of Satoru holding it with the same care and love he does Yuuji.

“H-HEY! WATCH OUT, YOU ALMOST TRAMPLED OVER–”

“Who gives a sh*t about anyone else when I have you in my arms?!” Satoru refutes back cheekily, not giving Yuuji a chance to defend the strangers who roam the campus. Yuuji laughs nervously, his hands patting Satoru’s shoulders to let him down. Satoru obeys, but not before kissing Yuuji on the lips, a soft caress of lip gloss and lip balm that ignites the fire in Yuuji’s heart.

Breaking away from the kiss, Satoru sets Yuuji back down on the floor and guides him into the passenger seat. Yuuji does as he’s told. It doesn't take long for Satoru to make his way back around the car into the driver's seat, the loud slam of the car bringing Yuuji back to reality as a warm hand rests along Yuuji’s thigh possessively, marking him with a bruising grip.

The car turns on in seconds and before he knows it, they're driving home.

Like clockwork, Satoru turns to Yuuji and asks the young man about his day. Yuuji, of course, tells the man as much as he can without boring his boyfriend to death. Yet, no matter how long he rambles on and on, the man never seems to tire of hearing Yuuji’s voice. Yuuji asks Satoru the same question, ready to hear the man pout and whine about work, but what he gets instead is a mischievous smile.

“I actually didn’t go to work today,” Satoru states plainly, his fingers dancing teasingly along the steering wheel. “Me and Suguru have been busy with more important ordeals.”

Yuuji tilts his head as curious as can be.

“Like?” Yuuji inquires, not taking any shame in meddling in Satoru’s business. As it stands, Satoru and SUguru’s business is Yuuji’s business purely by association. If something is going on, then Yuuji will find out whether he wants to or not.

“Like a surprise!” Satoru answers, bringing forth a wave of disappointment from Yuuji’s gut.

“Ehh?!” Yuuji squeaks out, surprised that Satoru of all people is deciding to keep his mouth shut about something.

“Sorry baby, but that's all I can tell you right now!” Satoru laughs, finding more joy in Yuuji’s misery than what's considered appropriate. Yuuji always knew the man was a sad*st, but to find out this way is just plain wrong…

“You can’t be serious…” Yuuji pouts, his interest in whatever Satoru is hiding growing by the minute. “Do you really think you’ll be able to keep it a surprise for very long?” Yuuji inquires with a curl of his lips, his fingers making soothing intricate circles on Satoru’s hand, his eyes staring up at his lover through fluttery lashes, knowing that this look in particular will get him exactly what he wants–

Satoru pointedly looks away from Yuuji, the smirk growing wider on his face.

“Probably not, but I'd like to have Suguru around for when we do the big reveal,” Satoru explains determinedly, as if there's nothing in the world that can make him change his mind.

Yuuji’s grin turns mischievous, a newfound challenge sparking inside his head.

“But what if I get impatient, Satoru?” Yuuji whines low and deep, instantly taking note of the way his boyfriend’s hands tighten around the steering wheel as if he’s physically fighting to keep himself from throwing both hands on Yuuji, traffic be damned.

“Easy Yuuji,” Satoru hisses through his teeth, his smile wavering on his face. “There’s only so much I'll let you get away with.”

Yuuji rolls his eyes and sits back into his seat, deciding that waiting for thai grande surprise would be the best course of action.

They make their way back home in silence, a comfortable yet anticipating atmosphere settling between the two as Satoru weaves through oncoming traffic. It isn’t until they pull up to the front of Satoru’s large casino hotel do they gen to speak again, this time conversing kindly with the people who open Yuuji’s car door and beckon the young boy into the building with Satoru following closely behind him, a hand always placed on the small fo Yuuji’s back. Yuuji leans into the touch on instinct, earning a cheeky smile in return.

“Excited?” Satoru whispers in Yuuji’s ear as the young man presses the very top button of the elevator labeled G.S.

Yuuji smiles back at Satoru, his mere expression showing just how excited he is for whatever lies outside these elevator doors. “Just a bit,” Yuuji blatantly lies, eyes sparkling with mirth as Satoru scoffs, his boyfriend’s fingers splaying more possessively over the fabric of his shirt. Yuuji giggles, glad to have gotten under his boyfriend’s skin no matter how little or insignificant it was.

“Have me and Suguru been spoiling you too much, baby?” Satoru teases, his breath ghosting behind the shell of Yuuji’s ear. A thrilling chill runs up Yuuji’s spine at the sensation, stealing a gasp from his aching lips. “Do surprises not phase you anymore, my love?” His breath gets closer, lips trailing sensually along the line of Yuuji’s exposed neck. The young college student leans his head back, exposing more skin for the older man to mark. Satoru takes it greedily, pearly white teeth scraping and nipping against tan skin. Yuuji sighs, the feeling never failing to rid the tension in his knot filled shoulders.

“You know i’m excited, Satoru,” Yuuji answers at last, admitting to his inner feelings no matter how embarrassing it may be. The lips on Yuuji’s neck morph into a smirk–one full of condition and accomplishment. Yuuji rolls his eyes, knowing that his lover is about to go on a long tangent about how he’s right and never wrong.

Thankfully, Yuuji is saved by the sound of the elevator door opening, the upper level of Suguru and Satoru’s penthouse shining beautifully before Yuuji’s eyes.

Across the room, sitting on one of the high stools lining the kitchen island, is Suguru–the other part of their chaotic three-way relationship–glistening in sweat. He no longer adorns a shirt, allowing his bare chest, stomach, and muscles to be brought up on display. Yuuji takes no shame in running his eyes up and down Suguru’s beautiful figure; from his long black locks of hair to his swinging feet–everything about the older man is utterly elegant, the embodiment of perfection.

Feast.

Like a moth to a flame, Yuuji and Satoru stalk towards Suguru, knowing damn well that the older man can hear them approaching. A hint of a smirk graces the man’s lips as he turns around, his purple eyes set on Satoru before shifting to Yuuji, understanding crossing his features in seconds.

“Welcome home, my loves,” Suguru greets teasingly, not at all oblivious to the lustful looks aimed directly at him by both Yuuji and Satoru. The young pink haired man can’t even find it in himself to feel ashamed as he launches himself into Suguru’s lap, legs straining with the width of his large muscular thighs, and grabs handfuls of Suguru’s long hair, pulling him in close until their lips eat eachother hungrily, taking and taking like a wild animal.

Vaguely, Yuuji can hear Satoru siddling up behind Suguru, arms wrapping around the man’s chest as he sets on attacking his neck and back, decorating him in marks that are exclusively Satoru’s. The thought causes a bundle of warmth to build up in Yuuji’s chest, his hips grinding greedily against Suguru’s until both of them are being forced to draw their lips away, gasping for air as pleasure consumes them both.

A forehead lined with bullets of sweat presses softly against Yuuji’s, large encompassing hands grabbing handfuls of Yuuji’s ass before pushing him forward until the outline of Suguru’s hard dick bumps up against Yuuji’s clothed rim–

His hands tighten gruesomely across Yuuji’s hips, startling a gasp from his lips.

“ Cramp!” Suguru half-shouts half-gasps, his hands quickly picking Yuuji up and setting him clumsily on the ground as he too gets to his feet, his handsome face twisted in agony.

“Cramp?” Yuuji repeats, sharing a confused look with Satoru. The older man just shrugs his shoulders, the both of them watching with raised brows as Suguru crosses the floor of their home, shifting his weight on either foot, all while wearing a look of complete discomfort.

“Yes!” Suguru groans, “I– f*cking hell– I got a cramp in my damn calf…”

Oh.

Yuuji heaves out a sigh, his earlier conversation with the olde man before him flashing across his eyes. Yuuji has told Suguru many times to drink plenty of water before working out to make sure he doesn’t get any cramps, and–everytime–Suguru brushes him off with a mischievous smile. Actually, now that Yuuji thinks about it, Suguru isn’t the only one who neglects to drink enough water. Satoru has the same damn problem too! Talk about a couple of ignorant idiots.

Yuuji then turns to Satoru, his hands gesturing to sugar’s pained form with an unimpressed look crossing his face. “Let Suguru be an example as to why you should always drink enough water before working out!” Yuuji berates, taking in the pout that forms on Satoru’s lips.

“You see baby, unlike Suguru, I never get that problem–”

“But you will if you keep refusing to keep yourself hydrated!” Yuuji heaves out with his arms crossing in front of his chest. Even now, as he glares up at Satoru, he knows the white haired man won’t take his words to heart. It doesn’t hurt Yuuji, but it does disappoint him to some degree.

Fine.

Let Satoru have a nasty leg cramp like Suguru.

Let him whine and whine about how Yuuji was right and he was wrong.

Turning on his heel, Yuuji makes his way across the room, backpack slung over his shoulder, the thought of water running across his body soothing the incoming headache from ever forming. “I’m gonna go take a shower–”

“Ah, we’ll be there in a second–”

Yuuji snaps his head to glare at both Suguru and Satoru, cutting the long haired man off from what he was intending to say.

“ Alone,” Yuuji emphasizes with a cruel smile, taking in immense joy in their crumpled expression.

With a smile sharp enough to cut glass, Yuuji walks into his bedroom–his shared bedroom with Satoru and Suguru–and locks the door, punishing the two for being complete imbeciles.

A feeling of contentment fills Suguru as he slips on one of Satoru’s shirts; it's large around his shoulders, but falls just below his waist–the perfect size. With a warm sigh, he slides his feet into the house slippers Yuuji bought him as a gag gift, insisting that he’d look like an old lady with them on, but none of them would have accounted for how soft and comfortable they would be on Suguru’s feet. Now the older man walks around with them on his feet every time he steps out of the shower, imagining himself to be an old man in his seventies lounging with his two husbands–

Ah, husband and lover, but hopefully that will change soon.

By the time Suguru walks back into the main room, Satoru and Yuuji are already watching a movie, one that sounds suspiciously like leon the profession. When Suguru turns his head towards the television screen, he smirks at being right, the sight of the western film flashing brightly before his violet eyes, dull colors blending lovingly together to create an eerie sort of vibe, the kind most action films seem to lack these days.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, his slippers seem to say as he makes his way to the cuddling forms of Satoru and Yuuji, both of whom are swaddled up in blankets and watching the movie with wide eyes as if they haven’t already seen the movie a million times.

The thought amuses Suguru, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. Instead, he takes his seat on Yuuji’s other side, arm expertly winding behind his back to settle comfortably along his waist. He earns a resounding hum, telling Suguru that Yuuji has noticed his presence, yet is too captivated by the movie to acknowledge him.

How dreadful.

Is he still upset that Suguru forgot to consume dubious amounts of water before beginning his daily workout?

This seems to be the case when Suguru crooks his head to sit adoringly on top of pink tufts, only to be pulled away by a tan hand. A groan escapes Suguru’s lips, the only annoyed plea he will let slip past his lips, as he succumbs to this cruel punishment.

From over Yuuji’s shoulder, Satoru sends him a cheeky smile, igniting the agitated feeling swimming around his gut.

Lucky c*nt.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Suguru relents, no longer wishing to be ignored by one of the people who holds a part of his heart in their beautiful hands. “I will be in a better habit of drinking water,” he confesses, violet eyes taking in the curl of Yuuji’s lips once the apology slips off his tongue.

Yuuji accepts the apology without words; he opens his arms for Suguru and the older man takes.

He lays his upper body across Yuuji’s lap, immediately relishing in the way his hands reach for his long strands of black hair. SUguru hums, more than pleased to finally be in his good graces again–

“Now that we’re all together, will you two finally reveal this big grand surprise?” Yuuji asks suddenly amongst the explosions and chaos erupting inside the movie.

Suguru tilts his head, looking at Satoru upside down, and they share a glance.

Let him suffer in his curiosity, at least for another minute or two, they seem to communicate with one another.

Suguru huffs and turns his head away from Yuuji, ignoring the younger man’s request.

“Surprise? Satoru, care to explain what this is about?” Suguru asks, feigning that of a confused man.

Satoru immediately catches on like Suguru knew he would.

“No idea! Yuuji seems to think we've been planning something for him,” he answers, his blue eyes twinkling beneath the shining lights of the television screen.

Suguru refrains himself from reaching forward to hold Satoru’s cheek in his hand, to kiss those fragile white lashes that lay like protective snowflakes over his pools of icy azure. He gazes latches onto something else, like Satoru’s nose, wishing to not be so caught up in his attraction for his husband that he forgets to continue batting his little mouse around.

From beneath Suguru, the older man can feel his twitch and squirm, something akin to unease and doubt washing over his body like a tidal wave. Suguru imagines he would feel bad for the young man if he hadn’t kept pestering Suguru to drink more water.

“Huh…how strange…I didn’t realize we were dating a self-centered–”

“Tell me what the surprise is or both of you are sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Suguru immediately snaps his mouth closed, hating the idea of spending the night without Yuuji’s comforting warmth.

From out of the corner of his eye, Suguru sees that Satoru too has thrown up his white flag.

Heaving out a sigh, Suguru relents in the blink of an eye which would’ve been embarrassing if it weren’t for the fact that Satoru also caved in as quickly.

“In just a week from now, We’re all gonna go on a trip,” Suguru explains, his eyes looking up to admire Yuuji’s expressive face. His honey brown eyes widen, lips gaping open in a wide smile, and his cheeks flush a [pretty red, the kind Suguru sees florists fawn over in flower shops among sprouting buds. “Me and Satoru will be taking you to the states.”

Yuuji’s eyes grow comically big at the piece of information, as if the mere mention of the country is enough to make his eyes grow ten times in size like a cartoon cartoon.

“THE US?! WE’RE GOING TO THE US?!” Yuuji repeats loudly, his voice ringing through Suguru’s ears like an ancient gong.

“We won’t if you don’t keep your voice down–”

“WE’RE GOING TO THE US YUUJI!!!” Satoru exclaims just as loudly, knowing damn well it’s gonna grate on Suguru’s nerves.

“OMG OMG WHERE ARE WE GONNA GO?!” Yuuji asks, eyes brimming with stars and excitement. “THE GRAND CANYON?! HOLLYWOOD?! TEXAS?! BROADWAY?!'' His assumptions go on and on, and Satoru is there to goad him on, causing the once peaceful night to shatter into a million pieces.

Yet, despite the annoyance growing within him, Suguru finds himself entranced by both his husband and his lover's enthusiasm–their bright smiles, twinkling eyes, and flushed cheeks that never fail to set Suguru’s heart ablaze.

He couldn’t have picked a better pair to be his lovers.

And, soon enough, Yuuji too will wear a band on his finger, officially tying him together to Suguru and Satoru until the end of their days

The airport is just as stuffy and crowded as Satoru imagined it to be.

Even with his tall stature, he finds himself feeling overwhelmed by the hoards of people that stand in their way. Somehow, even this early in the morning, the damn place is bustling with both Japanese and foreign people hoping to catch a glimpse of Japan's natural beauty. A million suitcases roll over Satoru’s pristine shoes, many shout and gripe at Satoru and Suguru for who knows what, and his stomach is rumbling with hunger. As much as Satoru wants to drag both Yuuji and Suguru to a nearby stall to buy some food, he stays put and keeps his eyes trained on airport security.

The sooner they make it out of this mess the better.

Holding both Suguru and Yuuji’s hands, Satoru guides them through the throng of people, not caring of who he step son, bumps into, or curses at. All of these no name faces rae meaningless to him. They don’t hold Yuuji’s pure golden heart of Suguru’s mischievous remarks. They couldn’t hold a torch to either one of his lovers if they tried.

The thought brightens Satoru’s mood a bit, knowing that–no matter what–nothing will compare to the greatness that is Yuuji Itadori and Suguru Getou.

They were crafted by the gods themselves, gifted to Satoru to cherish, love, and adore until the clock stops permanently.

He believes this to be true for he is grand and full of promise–only the best should have the best lovers, no?

For someone as amazing as himself, simplyone lover wouldn’t do, so the gods created yuuji–a beautiful boy who balances Suguru and Satoru’s relationship so perfectly and naturally it was like breathing. And both older men were none the wiser–immediately falling to their knees to greet the young boy who barged into their life completely uninvited, but welcomed nonetheless.

With his heart full and warm, Satoru eventually leads his two lovers out of airport security, no metal detectors going off on either one of their persons, allowing them to find their plane to board.

…but, they don’t have to leave until another hour or so.

Why not have some fun before then?

With that said, Satoru gives the reins to Yuuji–Yuuji who has never been in an airport in his life. Seeing the way his eyes light up at the smallest thing lifts Satoru’s spirits, making the trip that much better for both himself and Suguru.

All it takes is one glance at Suguru to know that the man is thinking the same thing, his eyes never leaving Yuuji as the young man abandons them to buy the three of them some food for the ride.

They watch the young man walk away until he is a considerable distance away, leaving Satoru and Suguru to discuss their grand plan: proposing to Yuuji.

“You got the ring?” Suguru asks nonchalantly, his weight leaning carelessly against the wall beside one of the many trash cans that decorate the airport.

Satoru’s smile widens. Without verbally answering his question, Satoru reaches deep into his pockets and pulls out a ring–a silver band engraved with all three of their initials, promising that they’ll be together forever and ever.

“Isn’t that the same wedding ring your grandma wore?” Suguru bursts satoru’s bubble, making the tall man squawk in offense.

“Like hell it is!” Satoru exclaims whilst pushing the memory of hoarding his grandma's old jewelry in search of their ancestral ring to the back of his mind. The less Suguru knows the better! “Besides, even if it was my grandmother's ring, Yuuji would appreciate it either way! He’s a sentimental guy, something you wouldn’t understand.”

Suguru’s face scrunches up, telling Satoru that the man clearly doesn’t believe him.

Talk about rude…

“...I don’t know how i feel about putting your dead grandma's wedding ring on Yuuji’s finger…” Suguru mumbles, face full of disgust as his eyes peer down at the silver band on Satoru’s hand.

Satoru rolls his eyes, not liking the fact that Suguru is seeing right through his plans.

“Who cares?! It's a special ring with our initials–”

“Is there an S or a C on the ring?”

Satoru shoots Suguru a glare, one he shrugs off with a nonchalant smirk.

“It's an S…and, like I was saying, it's a special ring that Yuuji will absolutely adore! I’m sure of it!”

“Why? Cause it came off your old lady’s ring finger?”

“Because we’re the ones who gave it to him, duh!”

Suguru heaves out a sigh and Satoru takes that as a win. He now has Suguru playing in the palm of his hand whether or not the man realizes it himself.

“Now,as for how we’re going to propose, I was thinking of New York's Town Square!” Satoru continues, his fingers fidgeting with the silver band in his hand.

Suguru tilts his head, doubt making the lines beneath his eye stand out like a sore thumb.

“That place is too crowded and chaotic to do a proposal. We need a place that's more quiet and beautiful, like on a beach in california.”

Satoru raises a brow at that, not at all happy with his idea being brushed to the side. “California? The desert? Really?” Satoru chuckles, amused by Suguru’s idea. “We’ll all melt before we get a yes–”

“I’M BACK!!!”

The familiar shrill of Yuuji’s voice enters Satoru’s ears like an alarm, warning signs blaring in his head to hide the f*cking ring.

All common sense is thrown out the window. Completely trampled on. Chewed and spat out, if you will.

Because, in an effort to hide the ring, Satoru accidentally drops it in the trashcan right beside Suguru, both of their eyes bulging out of their heads at what Satoru had just done.

It takes everything in Satoru to keep calm, to keep himself from diving head first into the trash can. Rather than going after the silver ring, Satoru turns to Yuuji and smiles, his blue eyes honing on the bundle of snacks and drinks in the young man’s arms, all of which happen to be Satoru and Suguru’s favorites.

“I wasn’t sure how much I was allowed to buy, so I just bought what I knew you two would be craving later when we get on the plane,” Yuuji explains with a sheepish look on his face. Satoru, however, can’t hear a single thing over the internal screaming in his head. Thank the gods that Suguru pats Yuuji on the head, thanking him for the food and his thoughtfulness cause Satoru is too wrapped up in his own panic to say a single word.

The ring–his grandma’s old ring–is in the garbage.

Th eirng–which is probably older than that old hag and worth more than a f*cking country–is in the garbage.

The ring–that he and Suguru were gonna propose to Yuuji with–is in the goddamn garbage.

f*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck–

“Satoru? You ok?”

Satoru snaps himself out of his thoughts, eyes being brought back to Yuuji’s concerned face.

Not wanting Yuuji to find out what's making his head spiral into madness, Satoru smiles, patting Yuuji comfortingly on the shoulder to show that everything is ok.

Too bad that's far from the truth.

“Better than ever before!” Satoru exclaims, unable to fill his voice with genuine happiness as he looks down at the snacks he’ll chowing down on later when the plane takes off.

He needs to get Yuuji out of here long enough for Satoru to go dumpster diving.

“Say, if you don’t mind Yuuji, can you go and grab me a napkin or two? You know how messy I can get with my food…” Satoru asks, knowing damn well that he’s never messy with his food. He might have a few crumbs straying here and there, but overall, Satoru is not a messy eater.

This seems to also be going through Yuuji’s mind the longer the two continue to stare each other down, Yuuji trying to pick Satoru’s mind apart while Satoru is pleading for Yuuji to leave for just a minute or two, just long enough for Satoru to make a fool out of himself in the middle of the japanese airport.

“Eh? But you said the airline attendants would give us our napkins when we board the plane,” Yuuji inquires, his head tilting curiously at the tall man.

“Ah, did I say that?”

“You did,” Suguru butts in, hsi eyes shooting Satoru with a glare so menacing it threatens to shatter Satoru’s bones.

How spooky…

Satoru is about to come up with something clever, a good excuse to get Yuuji away for a moment or two, but before a single word can leave his lips, a nearby stall catches Yuuji’s eye, one full of charms and magnets made to stick to on ones refrigerator.

“Hey! Lets go pick out a charm before we leave Japan!” Yuuji calls out, brown eyes sparkling once again with curiosity.

Satoru opens his mouth to protest, but Yuuji is already nudging both of them towards the stall–the distance between himself and the wedding ring expanding with every second he takes.

Well god dammit.

Sorry grandma, but the Gojo ancestral ring has met its fate in an airport garbage can.

Satoru grudgingly accepts his defeat as he trails behind Yuuji, all too aware of the piercing glare Suguru keeps pinning him with the entire time they’re there.

Something weird is going on between Satru and Suguru.

After the three of them boarded the plane and got themselves comfortable, the two insisted on Yuuji sitting in between them, tension filled sparks seeming to fly between them the longer they were beside each other. Yuuji agreed–mostly because then he could latch onto Suguru and Satoru when the plane takes off–and also because he didn’t like the uncomfortable atmosphere that has festered around them.

The plane eventually takes off, Yuuji grabs onto both Satoru and Suguru, and–when the plane is steady–he heaves out a sigh of relief, ready to exclaim his excitement to his two lovers–

But stops once he realizes that they’re both glaring at each other, their hands gesturing rudely in signs that Yuuji doesn’t understand.

Yuuji quirks an eyebrow up, terribly confused by their attitude towards each other.

“Um…is everything ok–?”

A pair of headphones are forced into Yuuji’s hands by Suguru, a strained smile tugging on his lips as he tries to avert Yuuji’s attention to the miniature television screen in front of him.

“Entertain yourself with a movie,” Suguru says, as if he’s talking to an annoying child rather than his twenty two year old lover.

“Huh? Who do you think I am? Five?” Yuuji shoots back, the tension in the air making him grow agitated and nervous, his voice coming out sharp and unusually rude.

“No, but I know you’d rather watch Jennifer Lawrence than talk to us the entire flight to New York.”

Yuuji scrunches his face up, hating that the man thinks he can just change the subject by mentioning the third love of his life: Jennifer lawrence.

“Oh, you think just because I love Jennifer Lawrence that I'll let your childish attitude slide?”

“I do.”

And dammit all, he’s absolutely right.

With an annoyed huff, Yuuji throws the headphones on his head, frowning all the while finding a movie to watch that has his glorious goddess.

Even as he presses play on hunger games, he can’t help but grow ever more curious about what is going on between Satoru and Suguru.

Although it may not be obvious to an outsider, Suguru is without a doubt pissed.

He’s livid.

He’s furious.

He’s enraged.

Suguru is more than tempted to draw Satoru aside just so he can f*ck his frustrations away, but that would mean leaving Yuuji alone in an american airport which can definitely not happen, especially with how bad the young man is with directions.

So he keeps his signature smile on his face, keeps a hand on the small of Yuuji’s back to ensure he doesn’t go anywhere out of his sight, and keeps an eye trained on Satoru, making sure his eyes are piercing and vengeful everytime Satoru glances over at him. Even now, as they step through the throng of new york men and ladies, he can see the nervous beads of sweat trailing down the back of Satoru’s neck, his mere aura screaming guilt and regret.

Good.

Let him be scared.

Let the bastard revel in his failure for throwing Yuuji’s engagement ring into the f*cking trash.

Weaving through the crowd of people, smiling patiently as Yuuji attempts to greet strangers in poor English, they eventually make their way to where their luggage should be, spinning around on the luggage carousel.

The three men get curious glances from the foreigners around them, eyes bright and interested as they roam over the tall handsome figures of Suguru, Satoru, and Yuuji. Suguru doesn’t quite care for the stares, but he knows Satoru is basking in them with a smug smile. Yuuji, meanwhile, is oblivious to them, much too busy with his excitement over landing in America to care about who's shamelessly staring at him with want.

He keeps his gaze on the carousel, watching intently for their luggage to arrive, all while Yuuji fidgets and walks around them like an excited child.

“Broadway, broadway, broadway,” Yuuji chants eagerly, his hands clutching onto Satoru’s as he repeats these words. His husband eventually chimes in, leaving Suguru to suffer as he keeps an eye on every bag that passes him.

“We got tickets for Hamilton–”

“I’m not throwin’ away my shot!” Yuuji sings while pointing his finger up in the air, mimicking the actor who plays Alexander hamilton. The childish display makes Suguru crack a smile, a real one, that is.

“And Moulin Rouge–”

“With Aaron Tveit?!

“With Aaron Tveit,” Satoru confirms, causing an infatuated blush to spread across Yuuji’s cheeks. “And then we're gonna watch–”

“Satoru,” Suguru interrupts, making sure his eyes are narrow and sharp as he orders, “Make yourself useful and help me look for our luggage.”

Both Yuuji and Satoru sport matching pouts at his words. It would be endearing to see if Satoru hadn’t tossed Yuuji’s engagement ring into the trash can.

Suguru knows it was an accident, but still.

It doesn’t hurt to hold onto a grudge.

“Chill out, Suguru,” Yuuji scoffs, eye dancing with mischief as he cranes his neck up to look at the tall longer haired man. “You’ve had a stick up your ass the entire flight. Try relaxing a bit, yeah?”

Suguru’s eye twitches, wanting nothing more to explain to Yuuji about his other significant other’s idiocy, but he keeps his mouth shut, simply letting Yuuji have his way as always.

“I’ll take the stick out when you start being more aware of your surroundings,” Suguru counters, watching with satisfaction as the pout on Yuuji’s face grows.

“I am aware of my surroundings!” Yuuji refutes childishly, his cheeks puffing out cutely while his face turns a pretty red.

“Sure you are dear.” Suguru’s dismissive tone does nothing to satiate his young lover’s irritation. If anything, it adds more fuel to the fire, sparking it up until it bursts into flames. The older man waits, ready for Yuuji to let go of Satoru to march up to Suguru, his lips pressed tightly together in a beautiful display of aggression–

Cheers erupt through the airport, grabbing the trio's attention.

Whipping their heads in the direction of the noise, they’re met with the sight of a young man on one knee holding a ring to what appears to be their girlfriend. The girl laughs and cries, shaking their head repeatedly to show they accept his proposal. Shameless cheers and claps resound through the airport as the man sweeps the young lady off her feet, both overcome by joy.

The view has Suguru’s heart tightening, unable to stop himself from imagining himself and Satoru in the man’s position and Yuuji in the woman’s. He envisions Yuuji nodding repeatedly, tears running down his cheeks as he says yes over and over again like a mantra. Together, Suguru and Satoru would scoop Yuuji up in their arms, not ever dreaming of letting go, and prance around–all too happy to finally bind Yuuji to the two men.

Sadly, the image in Suguru’s head is disrupted by a man that Suguru wants so badly to punch in the throat: Satoru.

“An airport proposal? Seriously? Gah, that kind of laziness disgusts me!” Satoru exclaims loudly. Suguru has never been more glad at the fact that he’s talking in japanese, otherwise the people around them would probably jump him.

“...I think it's pretty sweet,” Yuuji huffs out, his glare now aimed directly at Satoru, right where it's meant to be.

It's funny to see how fast one's face pales, especially after hearing just one sentence.

“But it's boring! There’s no fireworks, no band, no music, no–”

“A wedding proposal doesn’t have to be something eccentric so long as it's performed from the bottom of someone's heart.” It's with these final words that Suguru finally notices their luggage coming their way.

With a proud smile on his face, Suguru carefully picks up their luggage, drops it all in satoru’s arms, and guides Yuuji out the door of the airport.

“Do try to catch up, dear,” Suguru taunts from over his shoulder, watching with satisfaction as Satoru gawks openly at both his lovers and the luggage thrown at his feet.

“EH?! YOU BITCH–”

Suguru’s grin grows as he blocks Satoru’s curses out, much more content with welcoming the streets of New York than he is with listening to his husbands squabbling.

Ok, now Satoru knows he f*cked up.

He does, truly.

He’s mature enough to know that he made a handful of mistakes on his way form japan to Newyork–teh ring, an then the stupid comment about the airport proposal (Which Satoru still think si slazy as f*ck)--and he’s more than prepared to make it up to his two lovers.

However, that doesn’t mean he can’t feel jealous when he sees Yuuji strip shamelessly in their new hotel room, tan skin on display for their eyes to see, but unable to touch when Suguru shoots him a glare before beckoning him outside the hotel room, but not before promising Yuuji that he’ll be right back to satiate his needs.

Satoru groans when Suguru walks him out into the hallway, a few steps away from their door, and thrusts a debit card in his hand.

“While I hammer Yuuji into the mattress, you’re gonna go out and get him a new engagement ring,” Suguru commands, all too aware of the annoyance running up and down through Satoru’s veins.

“And then, when i come back, i’ll get a turn with Yuuji,” Satoru desperately tries to add, his hands itching to tear the card in two and storm back into their hotel room, hands outstretched to mark, scratch, and bruise Yuuji’s skin until he’s painted purple and blue.

“No–you’ll do us a favor by making sure we have a suitable driver to take us around New york without any disruptions.”

The burning fire in Satoru’s core grows.

“Then after i can–”

“We’ll see,” Suguru dismisses, eye gleaming wit satisfaction at putting Satoru in his place. It hurts to be on the receiving end of Suguru’s sad*stic tendencies, but by the gods does it rile Satoru up even more.

“Fine,” Satoru spits out, but before pulling Suguru into a kiss, hand furled tightly in those luscious black locks of hair, teeth biting and drawing blood that flows delicately into Satoru’s mouth. Suguru chuckles, his hand caressing the back of Satoru’s nape as Satoru takes his fill, as he soaks up every groan and moan that leaves Suguru’s blood coated lips.

He doesn’t let go until Suguru pushes him away forcefully, hands clenching against Satoru’s clothes, revealing his need to have Satoru undressed. Satoru watches the fidgeting with attentive eyes, smugness overcoming him as he trails his fingers over Suguru’s bruised lips.

“Of course, you can always change your mind–”

“Don’t come back without the ring.”

Satoru balks in surprise as Suguru turns and steps back into his hotel room with a simple slide of his key card. The loud slam of the door seals Satoru’s fate, dimming the horniness that was once festering inside his body.

With a loud groan, Satoru makes his way out of the hotel, the debit card clenched tightly in hand.

Suguru is so f*cking lucky that Satoru would do literally anything for him, even if it means walking around all of Neww york with the biggest case of Blue Balls in history.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take Satoru long to find a tiffanys.

The moment he walks in, both men and ladies whip their heads around, eyes sparkling with lust and awe, but Satoru ignores it, blue pools of azure much too focused on finding a ring for his soon to be second husband. Workers flock to him, eyes gleaming with greed as they attempt to get Satoru to buy everything out of the display cases. He amuses them at first, following them around the store and eyeing every ring that pleases him, but–in the end–when he finds the ring he knows Yuuji will enjoy, he dismisses them with a rude wave of his hand, not shying away from swearing at them in english.

The ring that catches Satoru’s eye is nice and simple, a conventional silver glittery band that Yuuji will appreciate. Unlike Satoru, Yuuji isn’t one for flashiness. He likes them practical and easy to wear so he can work out with them on if his metal studs in his ear lobes are anything to go by.

A single swipe of his card is all that's needed for him to buy the ring and to get out of the damn store.

He takes great pleasure in walking out of Tiffany’s, hums loudly to himself as he walks along the roads of New York, tiffany bag swinging lazily at his side.

Walking down the street, Satoru imagines himself proposing to Yuuji in that damn hotel room with Suguru’s spent staining his thighs. He can already imagine that beautiful pink sheen that would coat his face at the sight of Satoru, the dribbles of sweat that will roll down his forehead as he says yes, yes, yes while being forced to take all of satoru’s co*ck–

A rough hand suddenly grabs onto Satoru, surprising the day-dreaming fool.

Before he knows what’s happening, he’s being pulled into a nearby alley, darkest surrounding him from all sides, and a resounding click that echoes through his ringing ears.

Looking down, he comes face to face with a masked figure holding a gun.

Satoru swears to himself, disappointed in both his lack of attentiveness and idiocy at having not keeping an eye on his surroundings and not keeping himself loaded with a weapon to defend himself. He could try to disarm the man with a few quick moves he’s learned from Suguru, but Satoru isn’t in the mood to get the police involved.

“Ah, the beauty of New York,” Satoru says to himself as he glares down at the masked figure, the gun still poking threateningly at his chest.

The man doesn’t even need to make his demands. With great reluctance, Satoru hands the bag over with little fuss despite wanting nothing more than to make this bastard bite the f*cking curb with his foot.

The man takes the bag and runs away, leaving Satoru empty handed.

(And, when Satoru reports back to his darling husband without the ring, he’s ordered to sleep on the floor.)

A variety of noises reach Yuuji’s ears as he travels through Towns Square with Suguru and Satoru at his sides.

He hears the beeping of cars, joyful laughter, angry remarks, curses and swears and construction that makes Yuuji grind his teeth, but he takes everything in with a smile. His eyes dance across the many projectors that fill the area–from the m&m advertisem*nts to movie trailers, everything was shown on those large beautiful screens. It reminds Yuuji an awful lot of Shibuya with its hoard of people, eccentricness, and loudness, but one thing that separates the two is simple: organization.

Despite these differences, Yuuji still enjoys his trip through Towns Square, his eyes automatically drawn to the broadway banners that fly gracefully through the air. Just a few days from now, the three of them will be making their way to one of many broadway shows, the kind that have been on Yuuji’s workout playlist since his highschool years. The thought of finally seeing them be performed in person has him vibrating in excitement, face flushed and bright.

But, even with these overwhelming feelings of excitement taking over Yuuji, the young man is not oblivious to the angry cloud that hangs over both Satoru and Suguru.

It’s been there since they boarded the plane to New York and has yet to disappear to Yuuji’s dismay. The young man has attempted to poke and prod them for information, but they always brush him off with a smile and a simple Everything is fine when everything is definitely not fine.

Suguru and Satoru have kept secrets from Yuuji before and–everytime–they always come clean after being left alone to their own devices.

However, this time, what secret clings to both of them is making their relationship with each other tense and grim, instantly setting Yuuji’s nerves aflame.

So, as a doting boyfriend who hates to see his lovers quarrel, Yuuji tries to get them more involved in their trip through Town Square.

He tried many things to help lift their moods: pointed at all the action movies that were being displayed on the projectors, forced them to take pictures with mascots, had them try sweets and pastries from a nearby hole-in-the-wall cafe, and took their picture of front of the big green m&m, the one that Satoru swears up and down is attractive and hot.

But nothing has changed.

Every smile they flash is fake, strained. Every kind word that spills from their lips feels empty and cold, not filling Yuuji up with its usual warmth.

Something is wrong.

So very wrong.

All thoughts of their being a possible proposal are thrown to the wind, completely forgotten.

Right now, all he wants to do is mend whatever gap has appeared in Satoru and Suguru’s relationship.

As the trio are sitting down at a round table taking a break from walking so much, Yuuji excuses himself to the restroom. Once he’s alone, he quickly travels deeper into Town Square, eyes peeled for anything that might help him–

And, alas, his answers are found in that of a Lego Store.

“Yuuji knows something’s up,” Suguru groans once Yuuji has gone off to the restroom.

Satoru raises a brow, his face not quite pale but not exactly calm either.

“He knows we’re gonna propose to him–?”

“He knows we’re arguing.”

Satoru heaves out a sigh of relief, further intensifying Suguru’s annoyance.

“Oh thank god! I knew we could always count on his obliviousness!”

“We can’t count on it for very long, especially not with how empathetic he is,” Suguru snaps back, somehow finding more offense in Satoru’s dismissive attitude at the problem at hand. Satoru simply looks at him, eyes amused and entertained by Suguru’s frustration.

Fine.

Let him be entertained by his frustrations.

“We need to find a way to get Yuuji a new engagement ring fast.”

“You don’t say–”

“Satoru–if we don’t propose to him soon together then he’s going to think that we’re about to break up instead!”

Finally, Satoru’s eyes harden into something serious and grave.

“Why would he think that? Because we’re having a little argument?” Satoru asks, his tone both serious but curious.

“To put it bluntly, yes–and the fact that we’re hiding the reason from him is probably making him worried about our relationship.” Suguru exhales a sigh, a pounding headache in the form of Satoru slowly being ingrained into his head.

Satoru’s face softens, the mischievous glint nowhere to be seen by Suguru’s eyes.

Reaching across the table, Satoru grabs hold of Suguru’s hand and brings it up to his lips. Suguru smiles at the feel of Satoru’s lips on his bare knuckles, a blossoming warmth spreading through Suguru’s body at the intimacy.

“There’s nothing for him to be worried about,” Satoru states firmly, his eyes dancing up to make contact with Suguru’s, a hint of reassurance flowing from such beautiful azure pools.

Suguru finds himself relaxing beneath Satoru’s lips; he nods, just as sure with his relationship with Satoru than he is with Yuuji.

“Then let's show him that.”

Satoru nods, the tense atmosphere that once hung over them disappearing in seconds as if a breeze blew it away, leaving nothing but genuine pure adoration for one another.

Suguru can’t imagine a life without Satoru or Yuuji. Now that he has both of them at his side, he can’t bring himself to let either of them go. It’s selfish, yes, but he doesn’t care. So long as he has both his husband and soon-to-be husband at his side, then he can do anything in the goddamn world–including roaming the dirty streets of New York.

Satoru removes his lips from Suguru’s hand and instead begins tracing his knuckles with his fingers, a content smile playing on his glossy lips. Suguru watches with pure amazement, unsure of how he managed to get so lucky to have not one but two incredibly attentive lovers, both of whom appear to also love Suguru as much as he loves them.

Time seems to pass in the blink of an eye.

The sun that once hung over them begins to dim.

The beaming screams get brighter with the help of the dark sky.

The bustling on the street gets louder and louder until the place is filled with people from all over the states, all greedily taking in the beauty of New York Town’s Square.

And, during this time, Yuuji has yet to return from the bathroom.

Unease crawls up Suguru’s spine the longer Yuuji’s absent.

The Tight grip on his own hand tells him that Satoru is feeling the same way too.

Finally when the clock hits 8:00 pm, they listen to their gut and get up from the table, eyes wide and searching and looking for Yuuji.

They travel through the dark streets together hand in hand, asking people they pass if they’ve seen a japanese man with pink hair and brown eyes in well practiced english. Some people respond with a yes, some of them shrug their shoulders unsure of how to help the worried couple. But, with the help of some civilians who were lucky enough to catch sight of such a beautiful looking person, Satoru and Suguru were able to get a clear idea of where Yuuji’s wandered off to:

The f*cking lego store.

And, sure enough, the moment they arrive at the lego store, they see a head of light pink hair purchasing many boxes of legos.

Suguru and Satoru heave out a sigh of relief, happy to see their young lover unharmed.

Stepping into the lego store, they make a beeline straight towards Yuuji, shamelessly bumping into people in line until they’re close enough to grab Yuuji by his shoulders.

The moment their hands come in contact with Yuuji, the young man whips around, a look of complete utter content plastered across his face before it morphs into that of pure shock.

“Satoru! Suguru! What–What are you two doing–?” Suguru nor Satoru allow him to get a word out. Instead, they yank Yuuji out of the line and drag him out of the store, the sound of light complaining nothing but background noise to Suguru’s ears.

How could Yuuji be so careless as to walk these streets alone?!

What on earth was he thinking?!

What if he got kidnapped, hurt, or worse–?!

“STOP!!!” Yuuji shouts, drawing Suguru away from his inner turmoil. As instructed, he halts, his feet taking them back to the overhanging separating the rest of New York from Town square.

Suguru whirls around, his earlier worry quickly turning into anger as he rounds on the young man, face twisted in utter disbelief.

“Are you a f*cking idiot, YUUJI?!” Suguru exclaims first, hsi grip on Yuuji’s hand tightening once the words leave his lips. “YOU LEFT US WITHOUT A WARNING–”

“I told you guys i was going to the restroom–”

“WHICH WAS A f*ckING LIE!!!” Satoru pipes in, just as furious with Yuuji as Suguru is.

“It wasn’t!” Yuuji protests, his mouth gaping open in preparation to say something else, but Suguru quickly shuts him up by roughly grabbing his jaw, keeping any more words from leaving his lips.

“It doesn’t f*cking matte rif you lied to us or mot–what h=matter is that you left us alone without any way of knowing where or how we could find you!!!” Suguru shouts, his breath growing ragged and harsh the longer he stares down at Yuuji. “Do you have any idea how worried we were when fifty minutes had passed and you still weren’t back?!”

Yuuji’s face melts into that of guilt. Suguru’s words seem to finally be getting through to him. Good.

“Not only that, but do you understand how dangerous New York truly is?!” Satoru asks urgently, blue eyes set aflame as they glare down at a pair of horrified honey browns. “Just last night, while you and Suguru were getting freaky in the bedroom I saw–I saw a very good looking man get mugged at gunpoint!” While Yuuji’s eyes widened in horror at the information, it takes everything in Suguru not to heave out an amused chuckle having already known the truth.

Yuuji thankfully doesn’t see Suguru’s lips curl up and instead eye his two taller lovers with shame.

“Both of you know I can take care of myself, but…” Yuuji’s voice trails off, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion as he says, “But thanks for worrying about me. It um…wasn’t really needed, but still.” He ducks his head, not with shame, but respect. “I just wanted to do something nice for you two. This entire trip has been weird since we boarded the plane here and…i just want to try and make things right.”

Yuuji then reaches into the plastic bag and pulls out two lego people, both of them hanging by a keychain.

And both of them, as small as they may be, look almost exactly like Satoru and Suguru.

From Satoru’s white hair to Suguru’s narrow purple eyes, everything was there in the palm of Yuuji’s hand.

Suguru’s heart swells with love, his feelings of anger and worry melting away in an instant in the face of such a kind gesture.

He doesn’t stop himself from smiling down at Yuuji, his hands carefully picking up the one that looks like himself, and chuckles, purple eyes dancing across the long fake strands of black spiky hair. Satoru does the same from beside him, quiet and speechless as he picks up his miniature clone. Out of the corner of Suguru’s eye, he can see Satoru’s smile turn wide and beaming, teeth proudly on the display.

“...Do you like them?” Yuuji whispers, taking Suguru’s attention off his own lego man to stare down at his young anxious lover.

Before Suguru can grab Yuuji’s face and kiss him until they both run out of breath, Satoru pipes up with a snarky, “You got the wrong shade of blue for my eyes.”

Suguru elbows Satoru sharply in the side for hsi rude remark.

Yuuji, however, laughs, the anxiety leaving his body in seconds.

“They didn’t have your color blue, so I picked the one I thought you’d like the most!” Yuuji recounts sheepishly with shining brown eyes.

“Huh,” Satoru mumbles, face softening at the comment as he inspects the lego person further. Suguru leans in as well, trying to take a peek at what shade of blue Yuuji picked out for Satoru.

Cerulean, Suguru’s brain supplies at the sight of light dull blue.

Satoru’s favorite color.

Satoru doesn’t say a word.

Instead, he quietly tucks the lego in his pocket, clears his throat, and–

And throws his arms around yuuji’s body, surprising a gasp from the young man.

Suguru watches from the side lines as Satoru spins Yuuji around, both of their faces flushed a gorgeous rosy hue and smiles beaming with happiness. Smile still soft and warm, Suguru looks back down at his own lego figurine with adoration.

My oh my, how on earth did Suguru and Satoru get so god damn lucky?

Their trip in New York only lasts a week, and–in that time–they do all that they can in the big apple.

From Broadway shows, to travel tours, and bird feeding, they did everything together with their hands clasped within the other’s, happiness radiating off all their figures as they take everything in as a trio of lovers.

Sadly, a proposal was never made.

From his place looming in the doorway, Satoru watches as his two lovers get their suitcases unpacked, blue eyes observing every smile, every tussle and twitch they make.

Despite the fact that his eyes are tracking their movements, his thoughts are occupied with coming up with another way to propose to Yuuji Itadori.

The first ring they had was mistakenly thrown into the trash.

The second one was stolen at gunpoint.

And, both times it was Satoru who was responsible for the rings.

As much as Satoru wanted to ignore that tiny detail, suguru–his lovely but annoying ass husband–never lets him forget it.

Mulling over his thoughts quietly, Satoru doesn’t process the fact that Yuuji is grabbing candies off the desk placed inside their hotel room, his fingers carelessly ripping the wrappers to shreds. He pops them into his mouth with ease, throws one over to Suguru who catches it without looking, and throws another one in Satoru’s direction. Thankfully, the older man snaps out of his thoughts quick enough to grab the wrapped piece of candy.

Reeses.

Licking his lips, Satoru rips the wrapper off and throws the chocolate into his mouth with a smile.

It’s been a long while since he’s had a reeses, especially since they’re only found in the United states.

Humming around the sweet taste of chocolate and peanut butter, Satoru allows himself to relax–for now that is. Later, when he and Suguru have a moment alone, he’ll press the issue in hopes of conducting a safe way to buy another engagement ring without Yuuji noticing and clever proposal, one that will have Yuuji sobbing hysterically from pure happiness.

The slide of the balcony door opening catches Satoru’s attention. Looking back up from his chocolate covered fingers, he follows Yuuji’s form as it steps out into the burning California sun, light immediately engulfing the tan young man in rays of yellow and orange. Yuuji doesn’t so much as flinch at the heat but instead welcomes it with a sigh, his body leaning over the balcony bars curiously to peer down at the busy street below.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, Satoru paves through the clothes strewn across the floor to stand behind Yuuji, his arms immediately wrapping themselves around his young lover's slim waist.

Yuuji leans back into Satoru’s touch, pleasing the older man in seconds. The young man looks up, his sparkling brown eyes staring up at Satoru’s blues and he wonders, briefly, what Yuuji sess.

Does he see a clingy lover?

A potential husband?

A fool who can’t control the way his heart hammers wildly in his chest the longer he takes in Yuuji’s boyish charms?

The sound of soft footsteps fill Satoru’s ears. Turning his head, he observes Suguru take his place next to Satoru, his arm slinging lazily around Satoru’s own waist. He pops his hip out, just to f*ck with Suguru, and earns an amused sigh in return.

“It kinda feels like we;re still in New York…” Yuuji breaks the silence, his head tilting back down to take in the fancy cars that drive carelessly out through the streets. “Except, you know, the obvious,” Yuuji emphasizes with a wave of his hands, gesturing to the blinding sun that continues to bear down on them like a beast.

“Do you like it better than new york?” Suguru asks from beside Satoru, his arms retracting from Satoru’s waist to lean sexily against the balcony.

Yuuji hums, his finger placed expertly on his chin as he mulls his answer over. “Hm…I don’t know yet…But I like how hot it is here!” He admits, eyes still shining so beautifully beneath the burning rays.

“Eh?!” Satoru exclaims, finding Yuuji’s confession not satisfactory. “How on earth could you prefer this kind of weather over New York’s?! It was perfect over there! The breeze was nice, the sun was out, and–”

“Not everyone has pale ass skin like you Satoru~” Yuuji teases, tone playful and more flirty than what would be considered innocent.

A smirk paves its way onto Satoru’s lips. Tightening his embrace around Yuuji’s waist, he leans forward until hsi chin is resting against the spot where his neck and shoulder meet, the crook that makes Yuuji’s neck tilt to accommodate Satoru.

“No? Well not everyone likes to lay out in the sun completely naked Yuuji~” Satoru counters, his fingers digging deeply into the meat of his hips. A giggle is pulled from Yuuji’s lips, one that's full of mischief venom.

And Satoru isn’t immune by any means.

Satoru reaches down, just enough to brush his lips over Yuuji’s–but pauses at the startled gasp that's yanked from Yuuji’s lips.

“Huh? Yuuji–?

Satoru is pushed back by Yuuji’s ass as the man leans back over the balcony, hsi eyes following something that Satoru has yet to catch.

“sh*t! I dropped my candy wrapper!”

Satoru pales, both exasperated and amused that something a little as that was all it took to distract Yuuji away from their makeout session. Talk about disappointing.

Peering over Yuuji’s shoulder, Satoru plays right into the young man’s hands and tries looking for the wrapper he dropped. From how high they are, it’d be impossible for anyone to see it, but–upon some myricale–his eyes catch sight of a jewelry store sitting oh so nicely across the street.

Satoru’s grin widens, a plan quickly forming inside his head.

“Ohh no!!! The candy wrapper just fell right in front of that jewelry store across the street! Oh whatEVER will we do?!” Satoru shouts loudly, his eyes glancing none too subtly at Suguru.

Suguru catches on with a sigh, one full of utter exhaustion and disappointment.

“...I’ll be right back,” Suguru says tiredly, his figure spinning around to descend back into the hotel room.

Yuuji looks back over eyes staring confusedly at Suguru’s back. “Eh? Where are you going?”

“I’m just leaving to go run some errands. You and Satoru stay here and break in the sheets for me, ok?”

Satoru’s smirk deepens at the implication and rapidly nods his head.

“YOU GOT IT!”

Before the door can even be closed, Satoru is snatching a surprised Yuuji up in his arms, carrying him back into the hotel room just so he can take him apart upon the clean white bed sheets.

His boyfriend laughs into the air as Satoru tackles him into the mattress, his giggling running wild as Satoru covers him in bite marks and kisses, all too oblivious to the plan unfolding before their very eyes.

An hour later, Satoru is in the middle of tucking an exhausted Yuuji into bed when the door slams open, revealing an unruly, manic Suguru.

One look is all that's needed to let Satoru in on what happened out on the streets of L.A.

“So…?” He inquires playfully despite knowing the result.

Suguru glares at him with menacing purple eyes, his fists clenching at his sides as he confesses, “...I was pickpocketed.”

“HAAA–”

A pillow is slammed into Satoru’s face, keeping him silent.

After what felt like a lifetime, Yuuji and his two lovers step out of their Ubers vehicle to gaze upon Santa Monica Pier.

The pier is a ways down from LA, so the trio had to travel by vehicle rather than by foot (Which Yuuji was pretty upset about since He wanted to get a better look of LA before leaving to see the pier). With a large ferris wheel spinning gracefully beneath the setting sun, Yuuji stares in awe at all the bright colors, stores, and rides to take part in, all of them just within his reach.

And Yuuji wasn’t gonna waste this opportunity.

So, with his hands held tightly in Satoru’s and Suguru’s, he yanks the two older men towards the boardwalk where the entrance looms, the words Santa Monica pier sprawled in neon blue while surrounded in bright light bulbs that seem to flicker and dim as time goes on. He ignores the blatant complaint from Satoru and the dismissive comments from Suguru and continues forward, not allowing their attitudes to deter Yuuji in the slightest.

They buy bands, all of them made out of neon purple paper and stick harshly to the hairs of their wrists. Satoru grimaces at the sight, but the moment Yuuji brings up his sour expression he pouts, earning an amused laugh from his own Husband. Together, the three of them walk beneath the large sign, making their way into the first set of shops that appear before their eyes.

People of all ages brush past Yuuji and his lovers as they inspect every nook and cranny of the pier. Yuuji oohs and aws at the fun rides, Satoru spends all his money winning stuffed animals, and Suguru amuses himself by taking pictures of all three of them, his newly bought camera held unusually tightly in his hands as if he was scared it might be taken from him (Yuuji found his grip on the camera odd, but he doesn’t question it).

By the time they reach the large ferris wheel, their hands are full of prizes–mostly the ones Satoru won–and are suddenly denied entry onto the ride.

Yuuji doesn’t have much of a clue as to what the worker is saying, but it must be along the lines of You shall not pass.

Satoru, as expected, reacts accordingly.

In English, Satoru rips the poor worker a new one as Yuuji and Suguru stand off to the side, both of their faces flushed with embarrassment at the unnecessary scene Satoru’s creating. Yuuji buries his face in the tiger stuffie while Suguru slumps his entire weight against Yuuji, arms wrapped tight around a stuffed stingray and a rainbow dragon, a long drawn out sigh leaving his lips.

Finally–after Satoru gets the attention of the f*cking manager of all people–The worker relents with a pale expression plastered across his ghostly face.

Apparently filled with triumph, Satoru tosses his prizes into the workers' waiting arms, turns to his two lovers and throws them a thumbs up.

Yuuji and Suguru sigh in unison, unable to hide their inner anguish upon watching Satoru make a grown man cry and squabble. Of course, if anyone is capable of making such a feat, it would be Satoru.

Handing their prizes to the workers who had gathered to assist the man handling the ferris wheel, the trio step onto the ride–Yuuji on one side by himself with Satoru and Suguru sitting across from him. The ride begins softly with the light tilt of the cart and then, in seconds, they’re being lifted into the air. The gentle rock of the cart lulls Yuuji into relaxing, his entire body slumping heavily against the back of the contraption as they slowly reach new heights. Looking over the side, Yuuji watches as the ground gets farther and farther away from him, the clouds practically within his reach, and when he looks onward he feels himself drawn to the beautiful sight of the blue ocean stretching infinitely beyond the pier.

Like this,sitting in a cart with his two lovers and watching the sun set below the horizon, Yuuji couldn’t ask for anything more. His heart swells with heat, fingers clenched tightly along the railing to stop himself from tumbling overboard, but his eyes–his honey brown eyes–stare at the mix of purple pink and blue mixing among the clouds, painting a beautiful picture for Yuuji’s delight.

An unexpected giggle surfaces, his shoulders rising until they reach his ears, as he takes every piece of Santa monica in: the stunning colors, the beautiful sun, the ethereal way in which the waves push and push with the help of the gentle breeze. Everything before his eyes stuns him into silence, in awe, in adoration.

Yuuji wouldn't have been able to see such a sight if he wasn’t dating Suguru or Satoru.

This thought shines through his mind like a beacon, reminding the young man just who he truly needs to be thankful for.

He turns his head, ready to spills praises upon praises to the two older man–

“GAH–GUYS PUT YOUR f*ckING CLOTHES BACK ON!!!” Yuuji shrieks, face quickly turning red in lust as he gazes upon the half dressed figures of his two lovers.

In the time that Yuuji was admiring the scenery, Satoru had found his way into Suguru’s lap, lips teasing and biting along the expanse of Suguru’s neck while the long haired man worked to rid his lover of his clothing.

The two turn back to Yuuji with an annoyed grumble, both of their eyebrows furrowed tightly together at being interrupted. Well too f*cking bad! There’s only so much embarrassment Yuuji is willing to feel today and this won’t cut it!

The moment the ride dips down, the three lovers are quickly ushered off the ferris wheel and promptly kicked out for Indecent exposure.

Yuuji pouts as kicks a nearby rock as Suguru calls an uber to pick him up, all while Satoru pleads his case with Yuuji by following him around the sidewalk outside the pier.

“Look, I'm so sorry Yuuji, but you know how irresistible Suguru is under that kind of lighting and I just had to put my hands on him! If you should be mad at anyone, it should be Sugruu! No one should be that attractive or handsome or otherworldly! Actually, no, let's blame his parents! If they hadn’t f*cked and fadiddled their pickles then Suguru wouldn’t have come into existence! Hah, see what i did there? Come into existence–”

“LALALALALLALA I CAN’T f*ckING HEAR YOUUUU!!!” Yuuji screams, his hands covering his ears as he tries his best to escape Satoru’s rambling, not wanting to think of Suguru’s sweet parents in a bed hammering each other like rabbits in heat. “SUGURU PUT A LEASH ON YOUR HUSBAND!!!”

Suguru eyes Yuuji and Satoru with mirth in his eyes before focusing back on his phone, a twitch of a smile plating on his lips. “I tried that. He was too into it.”

Yuuji deadpans because yeah, Satoru would be into that kind of kinky sh*t.

“...i just wanna sleep…”

Satoru then pops up beside Yuuji once again and flashes him his pearly whites.

“Oh? If you want me to carry you in my arms like a prince, i wouldn’t be opposed–”

“f*ck off.”

“Damn…he’s out like a light…”

Out of the corner in Suguru’s eye, he can see Satoru poking and prodigy Yuuji from his place completely knocked out in their shared bed, clothes still on, mouth gaping open and snoring like there’s no tomorrow.

Suguru must admit, he hadn’t expected the drug to work as fast as it did, but now–seeing it work in real time–he finds himself clapping himself on the back for listening to that scared rambling pharmacist earlier that morning. In fact, it seems to have worked a little too well. With worry seeping up within his chest, Suguru walks to Yuuji’s side and checks his vitals, making sure that everything is fine and well.

Alas there’s nothing to worry about, not when Yuuji’s pulse is perfectly normal beneath his own finger tips.

“He won’t be up for awhile, giving us plenty of time to buy a new ring for him,” Suguru explains, his head ducking down slightly to bid his sleeping lover a goodnight kiss. Plush lips land along tan skin and Suguru smiles. “We’ll be right back, my love. Sweet dreams.” With those final words slipping off his tongue with ease, Suguru turns to Satoru–his husband’s smile growing larger by the second. Suguru raises a brow, amused by his husband’s excitement. “Someone’s unusually happy about drugging their boyfriend,” he teases while grabbing his wallet and keys and tucking them securely in his pocket.

Satoru rolls his eyes and takes Suguru by the hand, guiding him out of the hotel room. “Hm to be honest, I didn't think i’d like the idea of drugging Yuuji…but seeing him completely defenseless does things to my dick,” Satoru admits as they close the door behind them, a resounding click of the lock ringing through their ears.

Suguru hums, unable to refute his own fascination at seeing Yuuji sleeping so peacefully in their bed without a care in the world, as if he isn’t surrounded by predators who wish to suck his blood dry. “That makes two of us,” Suguru confesses softly, his ears running hot at the mere thought of having Yuuji take his dick down his throat while unconscious. “I doubt he’d be against it.”

“Think we should bring the idea up with him after we put a ring on his finger?”

Suguru nods. “Absolutely.”

Conversation between him and Satoru concedes as they travel out of the hotel and onto the busy streets of L.A.

As they step out into the lit up scenery of L.A., they take a look around–bright luminescent signs advertising clothing, miscellaneous items, and makeup brands making up most of their view. The loud honks of passing cars sets SUguru’s heart on edge, ready for one of the vehicle to swerve and run him and his husband over with little disregard. Suguru’s never been one for big cities, but Satoru and Yuuji? They thrive in them. While Suguru is more for the countryside, Yuuji and Satoru are more drawn to the chaoticness of city life.

Even now, as they make their way across the street to reach the jewelry store, Suguru has to literally manhandle Satoru into following him so he doesn’t get too distracted. Satoru goes on a long tangent, wanting to spend the night with Suguru traveling up and down the streets, preferably bar hopping, and Suguru agrees absentmindedly knowing that there’s no way he can talk Satoru out of having a crazy night on the town.

But that's what makes Satoru such a great husband.

While Suguru feels more his age than Satoru does, his husband always reminds him to lighten up and enjoy what life has to offer regardless of their growing age. Suguru probably would’ve been a stay at home workaholic if it weren’t for Satoru bursting into his life with streamers and fireworks.

Their trip through the jewelry store doesn’t last long, not with how many people seem to recognize them as teh gross pda couple that almost had sex on the ferris wheel at Santa Monica pier (Which is totally satoru’s fault, by the way.) Ignoring the wide eyed stares of the workers, Suguru and Satoru purchase a beautiful golden ring that would be perfect on Yuuji’s finger.

Then into the streets they went.

Suguru allows himself to be pulled this way and that by Satoru as they stop by outside bars, demanding their best shots before traveling further into the city before stopping another drink. Satoru gets drunk in seconds. For Suguru, it takes a bit more alcohol for him to end up tipsy and sloozy.

But–regardless of when Suguru finally became drunk–one thing was obvious: they were gonna end up black out drunk by the time they decided to go back to their hotel.

Sadly, Satoru’s insistence on drinking more and more is awfully contagious. Together, the two enter a form of competition: the first to give up and go back to the hotel loses.

…in the end, there wasn’t a loser…

Because, before they could even make a conscious decision to go back to where Yuuji’s sleeping, they get absolutely plastered in alcohol.

It isn’t until they’re being surrounded by exasperated shouting and embarrassed whispers does Suguru finally come back to himself.

For starters, it's not night time anymore, but day time.

The sun is past the point of sunrise, but not high enough to be considered the afternoon.

Secondly, they’re out on the beach completely naked, covered in both hickies, bruises, and dried cum.

Third?

They’re surrounded by americans with their phones out, taking pictures of them with the f*cking flash on.

And, amidst those americans, stands Yuuji with a massive nose bleed and an incredulous expression plastered across his face.

Aside from the whole getting naked and flashing all of L.A., California was just as much an amazing experience as New York city.

But, yet again, Yuuji’s finger remains plain and void of a special ring.

The trio's third destination is unlike New York and L.a.

Overwhelmingly popular, yes, but different in a more pleasant way that makes even suguru’s shoulders relax with ease.

The flight to Hawaii was a devastating one, especially after Satoru and his husband made fools out of themselves in L.A. Yuuji wouldn’t stop rambling about how the couple went viral on twitter and the amount of fanfics written about them in the short time that they were trending. Granted, Satoru was curious to see what kind of fanfics were made so the entire fly over to hawaii consisted of Satoru and Yuuji giggling childishly at the fanfics made about himself and Suguru. Suguru, meanwhile, was all scowls and embarrassed flushes. Talk about a downer.

But, thankfully, upon arriving in Hawaii, Suguru’s mood significantly improves.

Satoru observed the way Suguru’s breathing eased into something more relaxed and calming, his royal purple eyes reflecting the sun's rays that shine upon them with its piercing glare, the soft smile that makes its way onto his plush lips. Every reaction his husband makes causes Satoru’s heart to swell.

Suguru isn’t the only one who’s taken by the state.

Yuuji gushes loudly about the beautiful nature that greets them at every corner. His eyes shine and twinkle when he’s allowed to interact with the guides who attend to the island and lead guests to their temporary homes. His fingers tighten and loosen around Satoru’s hand with excitement and anticipation when they board a golf cart, the light breeze making their hair sway this way and that, turning their soft strands into something boisterous and wild. But he’s happy. Incredibly so.

And seeing both his lovers happy and satiated makes Satoru happy as well.

The excitement on Suguru and Yuuji’s faces grow the moment they reach the above water bungalows.

Honey brown and violet purple widen at the houses along the water all connected by a wooden path allowing one to travel from house to house while staring down at the clear blue water below. Satoru has stayed in an above water bungalow house before when he was younger with his mother: it was a business trip and Satoru wasn’t allowed to show any emotions, but on the inside, he was astounded that such houses could stay in one place without floating away. He’s older now and knows better, but still–the young twelve year old boy within him is still in awe, wondering still how the beautiful houses stay in place.

Satoru smiles to himself, more than glad that Suguru and Yuuji seem to be taken by the place they’ll be staying.

Passing by tourists from different countries, The three lovers eventually make it to their own bungalow; with a twist of the keys given to him by the worker driving the golf cart, the door opens to reveal an open space that's larger than the hotel rooms the three of them stayed in while in New York and In California. There's a full kitchenette off to the side once he steps through the door, and an open lounge area where a large sofa, a coffee table, and a tv sits, and–off to the side–is another hallway, most likely leading to their shared bedroom.

And, as much as Satoru wants to follow SUguru and Yuuji into their new place, he has a mission to accomplish, one he’s failed to do about four f*cking times now. But, before he leaves, Satoru pulls Suguru in close and whispers into his ear, low adn deep so Yuuji can’t hear him.

“The proposal will happen tonight. I’ll make sure of it.”

Satoru pulls away, just enough to see the pleasant expression on Suguru’s face. He’s smiling soft;y at Satoru, eye gentle and pure and full of something that Satoru recognizes instantly.

“Good,” Suguru sighs, but not before leaning in to kiss Satoru’s cheek softly. Satoru hums at the lovely feeling of Suguru’s lips against his skin, wanting to relish and lean against it. Sadly, Satoru has other things to attend to.

Using the small amount of self-control rolling lazily around inside his body, Satoru spins around and walks out of the bungalow, blue eyes looking for a golf cart to take him into the nearest town. Thankfully it doesn’t take him long to find one. Right as Satoru steps off the wooden path leading from bungalow to bungalow, he spots a golf cart dropping off guests. With a single wave of his hand, the golf cart drives over to Satoru and picks him up. In English, he instructs the man to take him to the nearest town.

The ride down to the small town the foreigner had insisted ons Satoru going to is a rocky one, leading to Satoru staring concerningly at wild animals that jump out onto the street with their little squeaks and growls. While the foreigner laughs it off, Satoru is more inclined to clutching his pearls knowing damn well what these animals are capable of.

For some odd reason, luck seems to be on Satoru’s side today: Satoru and the guide make it into the small town without many hiccups and–right as they enter town together, he spots a small stand selling hand-made jewelry. Even from afar, Satoru can see the old lady working the stand, her old wrinkly fingers using an odd contraption to scramble and piece small seashells together, a little buzz here, a little tweak there, and in seconds the lady has made a bracelet.

Interest sparks Satoru at the sight.

Without a word to his guide, Satoru scrambles towards the old lady’s stand, blue eyes taking in the small accessories made entirely out of seashells.

The old lady smiles at Satoru, gesturing excitedly in a language he doesn’t understand to all of their newly made accessories. A bracelet made out of colorful shells and rocks, a necklace with a sea dollar hanging off the end of it, and small things like a beaded anklet and earrings resembling ships in a bottle.

But no ring.

So this is where his luck runs out. About damn time.

Regardless, he doesn’t give up.

In a last ditch effort, Satoru takes off his own engagement ring and points at it, hoping to convey to the woman that what he’s looking for is the same thing. The old lady peers up at Satoru, eyes squinting and lips moving in a confused pout as they try to figure out what Satoru is alluding to. Finally after a few wild hand gestures and poking, the old lady’s eyes light up.

She bends down, her body hiding behind the booth, before popping back up again, her hands full of small rings, all made out of things Satoru would find out by the seashore.

A ring made out of a baby crab claw.

An adjustable ring made out of a thin wire and a small snail shell.

A band decorated in shell shards.

But what catches Satoru’s attention is the ring made entirely out of pearls. Shiny small white pearls strung together tightly to form a ring, perfect for Yuuji’s finger.

Satoru pays the old lady her due and takes the ring made out of pearls, satisfaction settling nicely within his stomach, as he makes his way back to the golf cart.

This is it.

Tonight is the night.

The Proposal will happen, no matter what.

Something is…off.

A feeling of unease crawls up Yuuji’s spine when he welcomes Satoru back from wherever he ventured off to (Suguru told him he left to ask for restaurant recommendations, but Yuuji has his doubts).

There’s a smile on his older lover’s face, but it's forced, pulled too tightly at the corners, making it look strained to Yuuji’s eyes. His posture is all wrong; normally loose and relaxed, Yuuji is instead faced with a man who doesn’t even look comfortable in his own body. And, when Yuuji takes a deeper look past Satoru’s tinted glasses, he catches the way the man’s eyes are widened, searching for something.

Or someone.

That someone just so happens to be Suguru.

Yuuji watches from the sidelines as Satoru skips up to Suguru with anticipation, hands clasping onto Suguru’s in excitement as he exclaims, “I found the perfect restaurant for tonight!”

Suguru’s eyes light up to Yuuji’s confusion.

“You perfect, beautiful excuse of a man,” Suguru sighs out dreamily, his hands moving up to cup Satoru’s face before leaning in to kiss his lips.

Yuuji tilts his head, feeling so out of the loop that he isn’t even horny at the sight of Satoru and Suguru mauling each others faces off.

All of this over a restaurant?

Over food, maybe?

That would make sense actually, but if that were the case then Yuuji would’ve already sat through a long rambling of whatever type of meal Satoru fancied before they got here. The man has a habit of going on food tangents, usually sweets, and usually has no problem confessing his desire to stuff his stomach full with whatever catches his eye.

But he never spoke a word about food.

Not to Yuuji, atleast.

Perhaps he discussed this with Suguru and not Yuuji?

Nah, that can’t be it either!

Inner turmoil continues to fester inside Yuuji as he tries to go over all the possible scenarios, trying to find one that fits Satoru the most, but is interrupted by the sound of Suguru calling his name, voice all light and bubbly, yet serious.

“Yuuji dear, it's time we got ready for dinner,” Suguru says gently whilst pulling away from a lovestruck Satoru. His hands release Satoru and move to grasp Yuuji’s shoulders, pushing him in the direction of their large bedroom. When Yuuji steps into their bedroom, he plops down onto their enormous bed and waits for Suguru to pick an outfit for him to wear. Gully expecting the man to pull out something extravagant and fancy from his suitcase, Suguru instead holds up a pair of beige slacks and a white button up shirt, sandals to go along with the beachy look.

Yuuji doesn’t say a word the entire time he gets himself changed. His eyes don’t drift to the half dressed forms of his lovers nor do they stray into inappropriate territory. Instead, he laments over the couple's strange behavior.

Satoru’s disappearance.

His sudden excitement over a restaurant.

The quiet tense atmosphere surrounding him.

Something weird is going on, and Yuuji doesn’t know whether to be excited or worried.

It could be anything from skinny dipping in the ocean to flirting with Hawaiian ladies.

This feeling doesn't leave Yuuji even after the three of them finish getting ready and make their way to a golf cart that's waiting patiently for them. The unease settles like a rock in Yuuji’s stomach as they travel through windy roads and overgrown greenery. Nervousness sets his nerves on edge when they arrive at an outdoor restaurant, one full of tourists, that sits just out of the beach’s reach.

Yuuji keeps his mouth shut as they step off the golf cart and onto the sandy shore, sandals heavy with grains as he’s led to a table by both his lovers and a kind waiter. He looks up at both Suguru and Satoru, takes note of their tense heavy presence, and gulps in anticipation. The feeling gets worse when they’re finally seated on a wooden creaky bench, hands clutching onto menus as their waiter lists off their specials in a unique accent, one that Yuuji would’ve complimented if he wasn’t so goddamn terrified for the outcome of tonight.

The question of what is Satoru and Suguru planning tonight continues to run circles inside his head, even when Satoru sparks up a conversation about all the things he saw in the town he traveled into on his search for a good restaurant. Yuuji does his best to listen, he does–truly–but it's hard when Satoru is still wearing a smile that makes Yuuji’s nerves go haywire. Suguru isn’t any better by any means. He’s laughing along with his husband, telling Satoru about all the things he and Yuuji did while he was away, but his deep violet eyes were swirling with something dark and possessive, like he too couldn’t wait for something to happen.

But what?

Dinner goes by in a flash.

Every plate of food placed in front of Yuuji was devoured in seconds thanks to his habit of stress eating.

The sun begins to set over the beach by the time everyone finishes their meals.

Just when the waiter comes by with their check, Satoru’s voice pipes up–hsi smile less strained and more…real.

“Let's take a walk down the shore before we leave,” Satoru suggests, his eyes pinning Yuuji in place.

“I have no complaints,” Suguru says, his eyes seeming to bore holes into Yuuji’s head. “Yuuji?”

And what the hell is he supposed to say to that?

“I–Yeah, that sounds really nice!” Yuuji agrees a little louder than he intended, earning a few weird looks from strangers.

Satoru stands up from his seat and holds out his hand for Yuuji to take.

And that's when he sees it.

Satoru’s shaking.

The sight has Yuuji gawking shamelessly frio a few seconds before he collects his bearings.

Satoru’s nervous.

Probably just like him , if not more nervous than Yuuji.

Yuuji takes his hand, refreshed at the idea of not being alone.

Before long, the three are walking down the shore, their eyes watching the sun set slowly behind fascinatingly colorful clouds. His hand in satoru’s and Suguru’s tightens, the nervousness from earlier washing away with the waves as clear waters roll lazily over his toes. It's cold, he notes to himself before pulling Satoru and Suguru into the ocean.

They follow after him without a second thought.

Yuuji’s fingers slip out of their grasps as he runs out into the sea, his sandals flying off his feet and landing who knows where. His toes curl and press into the damp sand beneath him, his shins being splashed by waves of salt water over and over again until some specks land on his face and on his tongue. Yuuji reaches down with his hands and chases after the fish that swim curiously around him, not getting too close, but far too curious to stray too far.

He follows after them with a smile on his face, not deterred by how fast they swim or how efficiently they avoid him. Yuuji runs and splashes and scoops, hoping to catch a fish like a cat might do if they were in his position. They always evade him, just out of reach, and Yuuji laughs–not a speck of nervousness or frustration poisoning his body as he relishes in the beauty of the sea.

The young man stands there, simply breathing, inhaling the air around him, eyes watching the fish that continue to circle him, and his smile grows.

These waves almost appear magical before his eyes.

How can something so simple and plain be able to get rid of all his worries?

It doesn’t make sense, not to Yuuji, atleast. There’s [probably someone out there in the world who’d be able to explain it to him, but right now, as Yuuji lifts his gaze and spins back around–eyes taking the adored expression on Suguru and satoru’s faces–he feels nothing but contentment.

He doesn’t come back to himself until he feels someone touch his shoulder, bringing him back to reality.

And when he focuses back to the world around him, he finds Satoru and Suguru slowly kneeling, their legs getting completely ambushed by waves and waves of salty water. They look up at Yuuji as if he’s hung the moon and the stars, like he is the one who's keeping the solar system in orbit, like he was the one who created the universe and all of its inhabitants.

Realization hits him much like the raging waves around him, crashing against him violently as if threatening to knock him over.

“Yuuji,” Suguru starts, voice soft and vulnerable as he continues to stare up at Yuuji with deep purple eyes. “I thought my life was complete when I met Satoru, that I officially found my other half, but–the moment you barged into our life–it made me realize there was a third of my heart missing that only you could fill.”

Tears spring in Yuujis eyes at his kind words, hands immediately flying to stifle the joyful sobs that slip past his trembling lips.

“This feeling is mutual for both of us,” Satoru adds, his hand reaching into his pocket in search of something Yuuji is almost privy to if his assumptions are correct. “We thought it was wrong at first to be so greedy, but you just kept showing up with your blinding smile, incredibly kind heart, and strong soul that we pushed such notions aside, knowing deep down that–with you by our sides–we would truly feel complete.”

Satoru then pulls out a ring. A ring made purely out of tiny pearls that reflect the moonlight that shines over them.

Yuuji’s heart hammers loudly in his chest, his brown eyes unable to look away from the ring being held carefully in satoru’s hands.

This is happening.

This is actually happening.

Yuuji isn’t imagining things or fantasizing in his classroom.

He’s here, fighting against the raging waves, as Satoru and Suguru propose to him.

“Yuuji…Will you marry–?”

A large wave catches all of them by surprise–crashing violently against the three until their bodies toppling clumsily into the ocean shore.

Yuuji coughs and splutters, water seeping into his throat and nose causing every nerve in his body to burn. He coughs and coughs, hands clawing at his own throat, but stops at the shriek that reaches his ears.

“NOOOOOOO!!! GOD DAMNIT, FIND THE f*ckING RING, SUGURU!!!”

With heavily squinted eyes, Yuuji turns to where he can hear Satoru splashing the water wildly like a shark. And what he sees is downright comical. Suguru and Satoru, on their hands and knees, searching high and low for the ring they presented to Yuuji.

Yuuji stares at them, his heart in his throat, as the two husbands frustratedly scream and shout into the night sky, first full of damp sand and salt water, clothes completely drenched and ruined.

“WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING?!” Suguru snaps back, his normally well kept black hair now blowing wildly in the wind.

“Guys–” Yuuji whispers, tears running down his cheeks as his lips tremble, his core tightening and loosening with every breath he steps, but is interrupted by Satoru’s squabbling.

“LOOKS LIKE YOUR TRYING TO RECIEVE BACKSHOTS FROM THE f*ckING WAVES!!!”

“...Guys–” Yuuji tries again, but is yet again cut off.

“WE’RE IN THE SAME POSITION JACKASS!”

Yuuji seethes, his fists clenching at his sides as he tries yet again to grab their attention.

“Satoru–”

It doesn’t work.

“OBVIOUSLY NOT WITH THE WAY YOUR BACK IS ARCHED–!”

Yuuji slaps the back of both their heads, forcing their eyes to look back over to him, stealing their breath and fight away with a single smack.

“Yuuji, we’re so sorry,” Suguru cries out, his eyes appearing to glisten beneath the rising moon’s light.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Satoru exclaims frantically, his hands reaching to cup Yuuji’s, as he stares deeply into his eyes–honey browns clashing wonderfully with ethereal blues. “We had this plan, y’know? To propose to you in new york, but we lost two rings, then–in california–we were pickpocketed and then we went drinking and–”

“Yes,” Yuuji heaves out like his life depends on it.

Silence fills the air.

“Yes?” Suguru repeats the words, apparently otherworldly and unnatural, on his own tongue.

Yuuji reaches forward, clasps Suguru’s hand along with Satoru’s and repeats himself, his voice firm and unshakable.

“Yes. I’ll–” Yuuji chokes on his own words, tears springing forth until they dribble down his chin. “I’ll…” he stumbles, lips trembling but so sure of himself at this moment.

“I’ll marry you two.”

“HOLY f*ck–YES!!!”

Every breath and moan is punched out of Yuuji with every brutal slam of Satoru’s co*ck.

If someone were to barge in at this very moment with a microphone and camera crew, asked Yuuji how exactly the young man found himself being lifted up by Suguru and forcefully slammed on Satoru’s co*ck, Yuuji would’ve passed the f*ck out, the question left unanswered to whatever horny viewer is getting off to his suffering. All he can remember is being wrapped up in wet cold arms, the cool tempering biting into skin, then–the next–he’s here, thoroughly used and played with by his two fiancees.

His hands are tied tightly behind his back by a rope Suguru bought on a limb in California, legs forcefully pulled up to his chest by Suguru’s hands until his body is practically bending in half. Satoru’s beneath him, all shining eyes and glistening teeth as Suguru imaples Yuuji on his large co*ck over and over and over again.

Yuuji's body has long gone limp, turning into a doll for Satoru and Suguru's convenience. He can’t move a muscle, completely at their mercy, as Satoru’s co*ck hits his prostate with sharp-like focus. Every slam against that bundle of nerves has Yuuji jolting in surprise, his back arching, toes curling, and mouth gaping open in an attempt to say no or yes or just a bunch of senseless babbling. He doesn’t know what's coming out of his mouth right now, but it must be a bunch of rambling nonsense if satoru’s cutting smile is anything to go by.

“What's wrong baby?” Satoru stutters out, his chest heaving up and down as Suguru continues to slam Yuuji’s bruised red ass on his dick at an inhumane pace. “N-Not–f*ck–not enough for you?” Yuuji shakes his head, tries to respond, and is cut off by a piercing pain blossoming in his shoulder, sharp teeth making a home for themselves within skin and muscle.

“You want both of us?” Suguru whispers huskily in his ear, voice patronizing and humiliating to yuuji’s sensitive ears as Suguru’s hard on rubs up and down Yuuji’s bony spine, precum shamelessly smearing itself on every vertebrae it bounces off. “Is that what you want? You want us to tear your pretty hole apart with our co*cks?” The words leaving Suguru’s lips are so entrancing, so tempting.

He can barely discern the words slipping off Suguru’s tongue, but he likes the way they sound–deep and bruising–enough to mark him and ruin him from the inside out. He wants that–he wants to be reshaped and reformed by Suguru and Satoru’s hands. He likes the sound of it, so goddamn much.

Yuuji nods his head, tongue accidentally lolling out like a dehydrated pest.

“What a little masoch*st you are, baby,” Satoru cooes with a voice that's more shunning than it is praising. The mean edge to his words send a thrill up Yuuji’s spine, a euphotic filled laugh slipping past his lips as he nods his head again and again, more than inclined to agree to whatever word leaves their lips. They can call Yuuji whatever they want. He’ll agree. He’ll try to become whatever shameful name they throw at him. He’ll be their slu*t, their whor*, their dog, their toy, it doesn’t f*cking matter. He’ll be everything for them because they're the only people that matter in Yuuji’s world.

“Me–that's me,” Yuuji cries out, his stomach receding and bulging with every hard thrust of Satoru’s co*ck. Yuuji watches the skin budge and grow in hazy fascination, unsure of how he got lucky enough to have such a huge beautiful dick stuffed inside his little hole.

Suguru’s hands tighten around Yuuji as they resituate him; they move Yuuji until he’s leaning over Satoru, his chest pressed tightly against his conniving husband, legs encircling Satoru’s hips until their pelvises are flushed together, completely connected. Satoru continues to move, keeps thrusting up inside Yuuji until he’s gasping for air.

Along with Satoru’s gruesome thrust, Yuuji feels something hot and hard press experimentally against his red rim. A tap. Another. Then, slowly, the pressure grows.

Yuuji screams–the sudden slow intrusion of Suguru’s long thick co*ck joining Satoru’s is too much for Yuuji to handle. He’s going to tear in two. His insides are going to be completely scrambled by the time everyone is done. He’ll never be able to walk again when they’re done, there’s no way.

A comforting hand runs up and down Yuuji’s slick back, kisses joining the fray in an attempt to take his mind off the pain. Satoru keeps rolling his hips, tip continuously teasing his prostate, keeping that electric thrill running through his body.

Yuuji’s sobs, cries and tears up with every inch of Suguru’s co*ck that's forced past his rim. It hurts. He feels so full.

This feels so right.

Then, without warning, Suguru thrusts forward, his co*ck joining his husbands until it's also kissing his prostate.

Yuuji loses his f*cking mind.

Pain mixed with pleasure is all he feels, it's all he can allow himself to feel, as he’s sandwiched between two hot beautiful bodies that belong to his fiances. His entire world turns into a bunch of animalistic thrusts, stars flying stretching before his rolled eyes. Yuuji’s surroundings grow hazy, grow dark and blurry as Satoru and Suguru take turns burhsinh rashly against his g spot, both taking turns in turning Yuuji into a delirious bundle of flesh and bones.

He screams until his voice cracks as he c*ms over satoru’s chest, and–even after that–they keep going.

They fill Yuuji up until his stomach is bulging. They f*ck him relentlessly without pause, rubbing his insides raw and bloody.

Yuuji loses track of time.

Every sense Yuuji has ever had floats away as his head grows lighter and lighter and—

And before he knows it, he passes out sandwiched between his two lovers.

The aftermath of Yuuji, Satoru, and Suguru’s vigorous f*cking leads to some cheesy revelations, some that Yuuji will forever keep inside his hazy brain until the en dof time.

“You…were gonna propose to me with your grandma’s ring…?” Yuuji repeats with a lazy smile gracing his lips. From beside Yuuji, Satoru recoils as if shocked.

“No way–!”

“He was,” Suguru interrupts, his eyes gazing up and down Satoru’s naked bruised form from Yuuji’s other side. “And he tossed it in the trash can.”

“It wasn’t my grandma’s!” Satoru emphasizes with a childish pout. “But, if it was, I'm sure you still would’ve appreciated it.”

Yuuji raises a brow at the assumption. “Wasn’t your grandma like…crazy hom*ophobic?”

“No, you're getting confused with Suguru’s grandpa,” Satoru corrects. “But she was crazy racist.”

“Then what on earth would make you think that I'd want a ring from a racist old lady?!”

“...Because it's a Gojo ancestral ring–? I dunno!” Satoru exclaims with his hand thrown up in the air.

Yuuji laughs, unable to truly believe his two soon to be husbands.

“You two…are a bunch of idiots,” Yuuji heaves out from in between laughs.

Suguru nods, his head leaning in to kiss Yuuji on the cheek.

“You’re idiots.”

Yuuji’s smile softens

“My idiots.”