How We Define Love - Ohno/Satomi, Jun/Ohno/Satomi

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How We Define Love
Ohno Satoshi/Ishihara Satomi, implications of Matsumoto Jun/Ohno Satoshi/Ishihara Satomi
tinyangl, 345 words
Prompt: ohno/satomi, "if this isn't love, then what is?" from sinonymity. Written here originally.


Ohno doesn't get to spend a lot of time with Satomi, just the two of them. If he isn't occupied with work for the other Gods (weapons and tools and whatever item they desire), Satomi is usually occupied with the affairs of everyone's love lives, half the time with her own love life apart from him.

So times like this, them lying in bed together, his arms around her and a pointer lazily drawing designs against her bare shoulder, are rare and far in between.

"I love Jun," he says to the quiet.

It takes a moment, but Satomi finally says, "Okay." She presses a kiss against his collarbone, hand reaching out to lightly touch the spot. Her palm is warm against his skin.

"I love you."

Even though love declarations are her entire life and this is not the first time Ohno has told her this, it takes her breath away nonetheless. "Right," she exhales, unsure where this line of thought is going.

"You love me and Jun."

Satomi looks up at him, eyes glistening. "Of course." Ohno's eyes are focused squarely on the ceiling above, but his hands have not stopped moving against her shoulder. She presses another kiss on him, this time along his jaw.

"Jun loves us both."

"Satoshi, what exactly—" She stops abruptly when he turns his head towards her, his eyes stern and set, an expression she's only seen a few times on him.

"Why do other people think we're wrong then?"

Satomi looks at him and sighs, placing her hands on his cheeks before tugging him towards her and kissing him firmly. When she pulls back, she almost can't get her breath together to form her response, but she manages. "Does it matter?"

Ohno looks at her, pensive before leaning forward, kissing her again—a kiss that makes her heart swell. "I just don't understand. If this isn't love, then what is?" He pulls her towards him, tucking her underneath his chin.

"Trust me, it is." she murmurs, eyes closing as she relishes in his embrace. "I would know better than them all. It's my field after all."

"I do."