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Suguru is on his way to Satoru’s apartment, a bag of take out food dangling from his hand. He hasn’t seen Satoru in almost three days, which isn’t technically that long, but given their usually unhealthily co-dependent relationship it feels like ages and Suguru’s skin is almost itching with the need to hurry it up even more, just so he can get to Satoru faster.
Maybe Shoko is on to something when she says there’s something seriously wrong with them, Suguru thinks, but it’s not as if either he or Satoru care about it, so it’s all fine.
And now that he thought about it, Suguru does walk a bit faster, the need to see Satoru too strong to keep to his leisurely pace and with every step he takes he gets more excited.
They don’t have much planned for today, just a movie and dinner, because exam season has kicked both their asses in very different ways and so they didn’t have the time to do this before but now they are both done and can go back to their regular routine, meaning they’ll get to see each other again daily.
It’s something Suguru was looking forward to so much that it feels as if it’s the only thing that carried him through all his exams.
Suguru is just debating sending Satoru a text, letting him know that he’s almost there, when his phone rings with Satoru’s signature ringtone.
It’s an obnoxious cover of one of the Digimon theme songs that Satoru set for himself ages ago and somehow Suguru has never gotten around to changing it and he doubts that he ever will.
He’s grown fond of it, strangely enough, and so he picks up the call with a smile already fixed on his face.
“Yo, Satoru, what’s up?” he greets him with, only to be met by laboured breathing.
“Suguru?” Satoru whispers before Suguru can ask what’s going on. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah. What’s going on, Satoru, why are you whispering?” Suguru wants to know and there’s a moment of silence that somehow makes Suguru tense.
“Someone broke into my apartment,” Satoru finally manages to say and immediately Suguru goes cold all over.
“What? Call the police, Satoru, not me!” he rushes out, having half a mind to simply hang up on Satoru so he can do just that, but Satoru stops him.
“I did, I’m not completely stupid,” he hisses out and even with his voice as quiet as he is, Suguru knows he’s pouting. “I just called you after, cause I know you’re on your way.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Suguru confirms, even though he has already started to run, so he’ll probably make it in three. Two if he’s lucky.
“No, don’t come, are you crazy? I saw a knife, it’s not safe!” Satoru rushes out and Suguru does not want to imagine what should happen should the intruder find Satoru.
“Where are you?” he asks, tries to keep his voice and breathing even enough to fool Satoru.
“Hiding in the closet, like some cliché heroine,” Satoru mutters and then falls quiet again, which only makes worry spurn in Suguru’s stomach.
“Are you safe?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru huffs.
“Don’t know. As long as he doesn’t find me, probably. But I think he’s looking for me and not some valuables, so who knows.”
“Fuck,” Suguru hisses and even though this is not the first assassin that was sent after Satoru because of his family, it never gets easier to bear.
So far Satoru has gotten lucky because no on managed to lay a hand on him yet, but having someone in his apartment right now, probably with the explicit purpose of killing him is definitely the closest someone has gotten.
“I’ll be fine until the police—” Satoru starts to say but then there’s a bang and a hissed “Fuck” before a new voice says “Found you, pretty boy!”
Suguru doesn’t even hesitate, he breaks out into a full blown sprint, the bag with their food dropped somewhere, and he doesn’t bother to pocket his phone either, he keeps it pressed to his ear in case he can hear what’s going on.
But there’s only some noise on the other end, probably from Satoru and the intruder struggling and Suguru pushes himself that much more, running as fast as he never did before.
He doesn’t stop to think once he reaches Satoru’s house, he simply bursts through the door and practically flies up the stairs until he reaches Satoru’s apartment.
The door is ajar, which serves Suguru just fine, because he bursts in, immediately making his way to the bedroom where Satoru said he was hiding. Suguru throws his phone onto the couch as he passes it and rushes towards where he now can hear the sounds of struggling.
It takes him not even a second to take the situation in, Satoru pressed against the wall, barely able to hold off the knife the intruder is aiming at his throat, and then Suguru is already slamming into the guy attacking Satoru.
The force of the impact throws the intruder into the wall, where he slumps, probably caught off guard, and while Suguru reaches out for Satoru to push him behind himself, he isn’t so stupid to take his eyes off the intruder.
If he’s really an assassin then it wouldn’t to do underestimate him after all.
“Are you hurt?” Suguru asks, making sure that Satoru stays behind him and as far away from the intruder as he can while also positioning himself in a way that will make it hard for the intruder to flee.
Satoru said he already called the police, they shouldn’t be much farther behind Suguru if that is the case.
“No, Suguru,” Satoru whispers and briefly fists his hand into Suguru’s shirt. “You shouldn’t have come," he then adds as if there was ever a chance in hell that Suguru would just leave him to his own devices when someone was trying to kill him.
“Tough luck,” Suguru gives back, and he falls into the familiar stance right before a fight when he sees the intruder moving.
Suguru might not be an assassin but he is the holder of several national and international championships in at least four different fighting styles, so he’s definitely not going down without a fight.
The intruder seems to realise that with one look, because he matches Suguru in his stance and his speed when he launches himself at Suguru is almost surprising.
The adrenaline is on Suguru’s side though, so he easily parries the attack and then they are off. Fists and legs are flying faster than Suguru can consciously comprehend and he just relies on his instincts. Suguru manages to hold the intruder off and while it’s clear that he’s good, it’s also clear that he isn’t used to fighting hand to hand like this, probably a side effect of being an assassin.
Suguru is confident in his ability to fend him off and keep him occupied until the police arrives and just as he’s thinking it, two officers barge into the bedroom.
“Freeze!” one of them yells and Suguru immediately falls back, getting back to Satoru to get out of the officers’ way.
“That’s the intruder!” Satoru yells out and points at the would-be assassin and immediately two guns are pointed on him, leaving him with no choice but to raise his hands in defeat.
Suguru still doesn’t trust it, keeping a vigilant eye on the intruder, but to his surprise he comes easily, letting himself be cuffed with almost no struggle at all and just like that, it’s over.
“Fucking hell,” Suguru whispers out, finally deflating and a second later Satoru is almost crushing him in a hug.
“Are you hurt? Suguru, are you hurt?” he frantically asks, and only relaxes when Suguru shakes his head.
“No, I’m not. Are you? Did he manage to get you with the knife?” he asks in return, pushing Satoru away so he can tilt his head back and inspect his throat.
There’s a shallow cut on there, letting Suguru know just how close he came to losing Satoru, but other than that he seems fine.
“I’m good,” Satoru gives back and it feels as if time stands still when Satoru’s eyes find his.
“Thank the gods,” Suguru breathes out and rests their foreheads together, simply breathing and relishing the fact that Satoru is safe and sound and still right here.
“Excuse me,” one of the officers interrupts them and Satoru and Suguru spring apart as if they were caught doing something forbidden.
They don’t get a moment to themselves after that for almost two hours; they are interrogated and checked out by the paramedics that were called and it’s only after they both gave their statements several times to what feels like several different people that they are being left alone.
They are supposed to come into the station tomorrow, for what Suguru assumes are going to be more questions and they both had to give their contact information in case questions popped up even sooner than that, but for now, they are the only two people left in the apartment.
It’s eerily quiet for a moment before Satoru turns towards Suguru.
“We’re going to your place,” he decides and Suguru immediately nods, because it’s not as if he wants to spend any more time in this apartment right now, either.
“Pack what you need, you’re going to stay for a while,” Suguru says, and accompanies Satoru into the bedroom.
It’s highly unlikely that there is someone else in the apartment, not with how thoroughly the police searched the place up and down, but Suguru doesn’t feel right, letting Satoru out of his sight and he probably won’t for a while.
Shoko is going to absolutely love this, he wryly thinks and makes a mental note to call her soon. She’s going to be furious if she has to find out about this through the paper or something.
“All done,” Satoru suddenly says, apparently having packed while Suguru was lost in thought and Suguru doesn’t think too much about it when he reaches out to take Satoru’s hand in his.
“Then let’s go home,” he decides and Satoru squeezes his hand, following along without a comment.
It’s unnerving, the way Satoru stays quiet all the way to Suguru’s apartment but Suguru decides to only bring it up once they are inside. The day has been harrowing enough, they don’t need to have this conversation out in the open.
“What’s going on?” Suguru asks once Satoru is safely inside his apartment, seated on the couch and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.
“You came for me,” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru with such a look of confusion that it makes Suguru frown immediately.
“Of course I did,” he gives back, because it’s not as if he ever even thought of not coming for Satoru.
“Why? You could have gotten hurt,” Satoru breathes out and now the shaking sets in.
Suguru has been waiting for that for a while, if he’s being honest but it seems Satoru only now relaxed enough to really feel the aftereffects.
“So could you,” Suguru gives back and sits down next to Satoru, carefully taking the cup out of his hands. “I wasn’t about to take that chance.”
“The police—”
“Would have been too late,” Suguru interrupts him and forces himself to not think about that possibility too hard.
“I called you so you wouldn’t come,” Satoru says again and Suguru sighs, taking Satoru’s hands in his.
“And I’m telling you that there’s no universe out there where I would have listened to you. You were in danger; I will always come for you.”
When he hears that Satoru’s breathing goes a little bit unsteady and becomes way too fast for Suguru’s liking, so he pulls him into a hug again.
“What if I lost you? I can’t lose you, Suguru, what if—” Satoru gasps out, fisting his hands in Suguru’s shirt and Suguru sighs.
“I’m right here, Satoru, nothing happened. I’m fine,” he adds. “And the same goes for you, you know. I feel the same, I cannot lose you, Satoru, not ever, so of course I had to come.”
That makes Satoru sob and Suguru only holds him tighter until he calms down again.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to Satoru’s hair and since Satoru doesn’t make any motion to pull away from him, Suguru moves them on the couch until the can lay down, Satoru curled into his side.
“Thank you,” Satoru says after a while, pressing his face into the crook of Suguru’s neck. “Thank you, Suguru.”
“Always,” Suguru gives back, because there really is no universe out there where Suguru would ever let Satoru get hurt and he knows he would do it a hundred times over if it means keeping Satoru safe.
Satoru only hums and finally relaxes fully and Suguru is more than happy to stay awake and keep watch over him for today. They next few days will be stressful enough as it is and he’ll make sure to give Satoru as much security as he can.