Dekisugi Hidetoshi was the perfect boy, admired by all-brilliant, charismatic, and untouchable. But beneath his polished exterior lurked an obsessive need, a madness that had only one target: Nobita Nobi. While the world dismissed Nobita as clumsy a...
The school day had barely ended when Nobita, as usual, clung to Dekisugi’s side. Lately, he didn’t even bother making excuses—he simply wanted to be with him.
“Dekisugi, let’s hang out after school today,” Nobita said, looking up at him with a hopeful expression.
Dekisugi’s dark eyes softened. “Why don’t we go to my house? There’s no one home, and I’d rather not part with you so soon.”
Nobita’s face brightened. “Really? I’d love that!”
Dekisugi chuckled at how eager he was, but deep inside, a small flicker of nervousness spread through him. There was a certain room in his house that Nobita should never see—the one filled with pictures of him. But Dekisugi quickly pushed the thought away. As long as I keep that door locked, there’s nothing to worry about.
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When they arrived at Dekisugi’s house, Nobita glanced around in amazement. It was spacious, tidy, and eerily silent.
“Your house is so quiet,” Nobita murmured as he removed his shoes.
Dekisugi smiled faintly. “It’s always been like this. My parents are rarely home, so I’m usually alone.”
Nobita frowned, his heart aching for Dekisugi. No wonder he clings to me so much. He’s been alone for so long…
Before Nobita could say anything, Dekisugi spoke. “Let’s eat something first.” He turned toward the kitchen, but before he could step inside, Nobita grabbed his wrist.
“Wait! Let me cook for us today.”
Dekisugi’s brows furrowed. “That’s unnecessary, Nobita. I can—”
“No.” Nobita pouted. “You always push yourself so hard, doing everything by yourself. Now that you have a boyfriend, let me take care of you for once.”
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Dekisugi hesitated, clearly torn between his obsession with Nobita and his unwillingness to let him handle something potentially dangerous. “But what if you cut yourself? Or burn yourself?”
Dekisugi was still not convinced, so Nobita did something unexpected.
He grabbed Dekisugi’s tie, pulled him down slightly, and kissed him hard. His lips moved fiercely against Dekisugi’s, and before Dekisugi could even react, Nobita bit his lower lip—hard enough to draw blood.
Dekisugi’s breath hitched, his body frozen in shock.
Then, Nobita licked the small trickle of blood from his lips, a teasing smile forming. “Tasty.”
Dekisugi still wasn’t processing what just happened. His mind blanked. His heartbeat roared in his ears. His usually composed demeanor shattered into pieces as he stared at his mischievous little boyfriend.
Nobita, satisfied with Dekisugi’s dazed reaction, patted his head and grinned. “If you behave like a good boy, I’ll give you more kisses.”
Dekisugi, his mind still spinning, could only nod like an obedient puppy.
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As they entered the kitchen, Dekisugi attempted to assist, but Nobita immediately stopped him.
“Ah-ah. No lifting a finger today. Just sit and look pretty.”
Dekisugi huffed, crossing his arms, but he didn’t argue further. Instead, he found another way to be involved—he walked up behind Nobita and wrapped his arms around his waist in a back hug.
Nobita stiffened for a second before chuckling. “You really can’t stay still, huh?”
“I like being close to you,” Dekisugi murmured against his ear, his voice deep and intimate.
Nobita’s cheeks burned, but he focused on his task, cutting vegetables while Dekisugi rested his chin on his shoulder, watching every movement. Occasionally, Nobita would take a small piece of freshly cut vegetable and feed it to Dekisugi, who happily accepted it.
At one point, Nobita leaned in and kissed Dekisugi’s temple. “You’re so cute when you let me spoil you.”
Dekisugi sighed, closing his eyes in bliss. He had never experienced anything like this before.
For the first time, his house felt like a home.
And it was all because of Nobita.
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Meanwhile…
Outside, a certain blue robotic cat peeked through the window, eyes wide in horror.
“…Should we stop this?” Doraemon whispered, watching as Nobita—yes, Nobita—teased Dekisugi with kisses like some flirty housewife.
“No way,” Gian muttered, equally stunned.
“This is too good,” Suneo grinned, pulling out his phone. “I’m getting evidence.”
