#[Guys I'm working on the same story "when Nobita married Dekisugi" with new plot because in previous story there were so many characters so that the main lead isn't getting the spotlight. So, I'm starting a fresh tale centered around Nobita and Dekisugi. Rest assured, I'll wrap up both narratives.]

[I'm counting on your immense love and support for this story, which will help me continue its journey.]

Note: [ Nobita, Dekisugi, Sizuka, Gian, Suneo ..All of them are between 12 and 13 years old.]

Let's start...😁💫🎊

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The whirring of Doraemon's time-alteration gadget filled Nobita's room with a low hum. Inside the miniature time machine sat a dejected Nobita, slumped against the plush pink seat. Doraemon, the robotic cat, hovered beside him, his round, blue eyes filled with concern.

"Nobita," Doraemon began cautiously, "you've been moping all day. Did Shizuka reject your invitation to the fireworks festival again?"

Nobita let out a dramatic groan. "Worse, Doraemon! She's going with Gian and Suneo! Can you believe it? They're not even interested in fireworks."

Doraemon sighed. Nobita's unrequited crush on Shizuka was a constant source of amusement and exasperation. Just then, the familiar, melodic doorbell chimed.

"That must be Dekisugi," Nobita mumbled, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

Dekisugi, the embodiment of academic and athletic perfection, entered the room with a bright smile. "Hey, Nobita! Sorry I'm late, had some extra practice."

"No worries," Nobita mumbled, avoiding Dekisugi's gaze.

Doraemon, ever the observant one, noticed a flicker of something in Dekisugi's eyes that wasn't his usual cheer. It was a look of… longing?

Dekisugi, oblivious to Doraemon's scrutiny, settled onto the floor opposite Nobita. "So, what are you guys up to today?"

Nobita hesitated. Should he complain about Shizuka? But wouldn't that just make him seem even more pathetic?

Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in Doraemon's eyes. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a small, heart-shaped gadget. "This, Nobita, is the 'Truth Teller' gadget. Anyone who touches it has to speak their heart's true feelings."

Nobita's eyes widened. Could this be the answer to his woes? He could finally get Shizuka to confess her true feelings!

Dekisugi raised an eyebrow at the gadget. "That sounds… potentially problematic, Doraemon."

Ignoring Dekisugi's reservations, Doraemon placed the gadget on the table. "Come on, Nobita, give it a try!"

Hesitantly, Nobita reached out towards the heart. But before he could touch it, a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. It was Dekisugi, his face flushed.

"Wait, Nobita!" Dekisugi stammered, his voice tight. "Don't touch that!"

The room fell silent. Nobita gaped at Dekisugi, a strange mix of confusion and… something else sparking in his chest.

"Why not?" Nobita finally managed.

Dekisugi hesitated, then took a deep breath. "Because… because I – I might say something you don't want to hear."

Nobita stared, completely baffled. Doraemon, his processing unit whirring in overdrive, looked like he might short-circuit.

"What do you mean you might say something I don't want to hear?" Nobita asked slowly.

Dekisugi looked away, his voice barely a whisper. "Just… trust me."

The tension in the room was thicker than a bowl of Gian's leftover noodles. Nobita felt like his heart was doing a marathon. What on earth was Dekisugi trying to hide?

Just then, Shizuka's voice rang from outside. "Nobita! Are you ready yet?"

Nobita jumped as if scalded. This couldn't wait. He had to know. He snatched the Truth Teller and pressed it into Dekisugi's hand.

"Tell me," Nobita blurted out, his voice shaking. "What were you about to say?"

Dekisugi's eyes widened in horror. He looked at the gadget in his hand, then at Nobita, his face a mask of conflicting emotions.

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The silence in Nobita's room stretched on, heavy and suffocating. Dekisugi stared down at the heart-shaped gadget in his palm, its polished surface reflecting the confusion swirling in his eyes. Nobita, his usual bravado replaced by a nervous tremor, awaited Dekisugi's confession with a mixture of dread and… a strange anticipation he couldn't explain.

Doraemon, ever the pragmatist, broke the tension. "Maybe you should just tell him, Dekisugi," he said gently. "Whatever it is, getting it out in the open might be better than keeping it bottled up."

Dekisugi flinched at the suggestion. Unlike Nobita, whose emotions were as transparent as a cheap windowpane, Dekisugi was a master of hiding his true feelings. The thought of publicly declaring them, especially under the influence of a strange gadget, filled him with dread.

Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke. "Nobita," he began, his voice barely a whisper, "this is… complicated."

Nobita, frustrated by Dekisugi's vagueness, blurted out, "Just spit it out, Dekisugi! What were you going to say?"

Dekisugi squeezed his eyes shut, the words catching in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to say it, not with Shizuka's voice a constant reminder just outside the window.

Suddenly, a loud clatter interrupted them. Gian and Suneo barged into the room, their boisterous laughter filling the space.

"Hey, Nobita! You coming to the festival or what?" Gian boomed, oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

Shizuka, following close behind, peeked into the room. "Are you guys alright? We were about to leave."

Nobita, desperate for a way out, used the interruption as an escape hatch. "Oh, right! The festival! Almost forgot."

He grabbed his hat and practically shoved Dekisugi towards the door. "Come on, slowpoke! We don't want to miss the fireworks!"

Dekisugi stumbled slightly, caught off guard by Nobita's sudden urgency. He stole a glance at Nobita's face, searching for any clue about what was going on behind his freckled cheeks. But Nobita's usual goofy grin was replaced by a determined frown.

As they walked alongside Shizuka, Gian, and Suneo, the weight of Dekisugi's unspoken confession hung heavy between him and Nobita. The festive atmosphere of the crowded streets seemed a world away from the turmoil brewing within him.

Throughout the evening, Dekisugi remained withdrawn, his usual playful banter replaced by a quiet contemplation. Nobita, on the other hand, was unusually animated, trying his best to appear carefree. He stole glances at Dekisugi, a mix of curiosity and a strange protectiveness welling up inside him.

When the dazzling fireworks display lit up the night sky, Nobita found himself standing beside Dekisugi, away from the chattering group. The vibrant colors reflected in Dekisugi's dark eyes, making them seem even more mysterious.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Nobita ventured, breaking the silence.

Dekisugi gave a small nod, his gaze fixed on the exploding fireworks. "Yeah," he mumbled, barely audible.

Nobita felt a pang of sympathy for his friend. Dekisugi, always so perfect and composed, seemed burdened by something.

"Hey," Nobita said softly, placing a hand on Dekisugi's shoulder in a rare display of affection. "Whatever it is that's bothering you, you can tell me, you know."

Dekisugi flinched at the touch, but didn't move away. He looked at Nobita, his eyes filled with a vulnerability Nobita had never seen before.

"Maybe… maybe later," Dekisugi stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

Nobita squeezed his shoulder gently. "Okay," he said simply, a silent promise hanging between them in the starlit night.

The fireworks display ended, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder and a lingering question in Nobita's mind. What was Dekisugi hiding? And how would it change their friendship, forever bound by the weight of an unspoken confession?

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The following days were a whirlwind of confused emotions for Nobita. Dekisugi's near-confession under the Truth Teller's influence gnawed at him. He replayed the scene in his mind constantly, dissecting every flicker of emotion on Dekisugi's face. However, the weight of his own unrequited feelings towards Shizuka kept him from confronting Dekisugi directly.

One sweltering afternoon, while struggling with his summer homework (courtesy of a particularly vengeful Gian), Nobita found himself seeking refuge in Dekisugi's cool, meticulously organized room. Dekisugi, ever the diligent student, was already buried in advanced math problems, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Nobita shuffled in sheepishly, clutching his crumpled homework sheets. "Hey, Dekisugi… mind helping a friend out?"

Dekisugi looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he settled into his usual gentle smile. "Sure, Nobita. What's the problem?"

Nobita mumbled through his difficulties, his frustration mounting with each incorrect answer. Dekisugi, however, explained the concepts with a calm patience that soothed Nobita's anxieties. As they worked together, a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the scratching of pencils and the occasional exasperated groan from Nobita.

Suddenly, the silence shattered. A stray baseball came hurtling through Dekisugi's window, narrowly missing a priceless antique vase. Dekisugi jumped, a startled cry escaping his lips.

"Stupid Gian!" Nobita yelled, recognizing the familiar trajectory of Gian's wild throws. He stormed outside, intent on a good tongue-lashing, but Dekisugi's voice stopped him.

"Wait, Nobita!" Dekisugi called, his voice uncharacteristically loud.

Nobita turned back to see Dekisugi standing by the window, a conflicted expression on his face. Hesitantly, Nobita approached.

"What is it, Dekisugi?" he asked.

Dekisugi took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a sudden determination. "Nobita," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm okay, I'm not hurt"

"Are you sure?" Nobita said with concerned voice

"Yeah! " Dekisugi nodded.

"But still he needs to know the consequence of hurting others" Nobita said it angrily as he unable to bear witnessing the distress of those who are pure hearted.

"He might have done this unknowingly. Let it go," Dekisugi expressed this sentiment because he cannot bear to be apart from Nobita, even for a moment when they are together.

"I have something to say about the other day…" Dekisugi Said it while blushing.

Nobita's heart hammered in his chest. Was this it? Was Dekisugi finally going to reveal his secret?

"I… I shouldn't have chickened out," Dekisugi continued, his voice gaining strength. "The Truth Teller… it forced me to confront something I've been hiding for a long time."

Nobita held his breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Nobita," Dekisugi blurted out, his cheeks flushing a bright red, "I… I find you… really interesting."

Nobita blinked, momentarily stunned. "Interesting?" he echoed, unsure of what he'd just heard.

Dekisugi took another deep breath. "Not just interesting," he clarified, his voice barely a whisper. "I… I like you, Nobita. A lot."

The revelation struck Nobita like a bolt of lightning. Dekisugi… liked him? The concept, so unexpected, sent a jolt through him. A mix of confusion, surprise, and a flicker of something he couldn't quite define warred within him.

The weight of Dekisugi's confession slammed into Nobita. His world, already teetering on the edge since his discovery of Dekisugi's secret, tilted completely off its axis.

For years, Nobita had chased after Shizuka, his feelings as constant and unwavering as the rising sun. But Dekisugi's confession, delivered with such raw vulnerability, sparked something new within him. A warmth, a flicker of something he couldn't quite define.

Seeing Nobita's stunned silence, Dekisugi's face crumpled. "I know this is weird," he mumbled, his voice cracking. "Forget I said anything."

Before Nobita could react, Dekisugi bolted out of the room, leaving him speechless.

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Nobita's house:

The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the window, painting the room in an unsettling gloom. Doraemon looked at Nobita, his processor whirring in concern.

"Nobita," he said gently, "are you alright?"

Nobita stared at doremon blankly.His mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Dekisugi liked him? But how could that be?

Nobita had always seen Dekisugi as his rival, the perfect foil to his own clumsiness. But now, seeing the raw emotion on Dekisugi's face, a new image flickered to life - Dekisugi, not as a competitor, but as a... a what?

Nobita didn't have the answer. All he knew was a strange sense of disorientation, a feeling like a familiar path had taken a sudden, unexpected turn.

The day wore on, heavy with the weight of Dekisugi's confession. Nobita went through the motions of his usual routine, but his mind was elsewhere. Every giggle from Shizuka, every playful jab from Gian, felt distant and irrelevant.

Later that evening, curled up in his futon, Nobita replayed Dekisugi's words in his head. "I like you, Nobita..." The unfamiliar warmth bloomed in his chest again.

Was this... reciprocation? Could he, Nobita Nobi, the perennial underdog, actually feel the same way about Dekisugi?

The answer remained elusive, shrouded in the fog of his own confusion. But one thing was certain Nobita's life, and his feelings, would never be the same again.