You Love Touching Suguru. It Doesn’t Necessarily Have To Be Sexual, But The Feeling Of His Skin Is

you love touching suguru. it doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual, but the feeling of his skin is so comforting. he pretends to be annoyed at the fact that you can never seem to leave his personal space when he comes back from the gym, drenched in sweat and groaning that he stinks and that you’ll get acne from pressing your face against his sweaty one.

“you’re my stinky,” you press your lips against his cheek and mumble the words that have him making a face. he gently pulls you away from him.

“as much as I appreciate being your stinky, I wanna be your mr clean.” he tosses his clothes in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

“oh my god, like the guy on the cleaning product?” you gasp excitedly, and suguru stares st you both confused and amused at how you’re also taking off your clothes to join him.

“huh?”

“yknow the guy with white hair and pale skin—not gojo, this one is like much older and he’s ripped—“ you show with your hands how big his muscles are, and you giggle when you see suguru flex his back muscles as he steps into the shower.

“sounds like you have the hots for this cleaning product guy.” he turns on the water and waits for you to join him so that you both get warm enough.

“I mean, they do call him daddy…I think?”

and that makes him spray you with cold water until you’re begging for forgiveness.