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3-1, Akasaka 5-chome, Apt 3E, Minato-Ku, Tokyo 107-8436, Japan.
Utahime blinked her eyes. She didn't expect a message containing an address to arrive from someone she just met back a few days ago. No other messages, only that address.
She tried to think of the meaning of the sender who was definitely the person she wanted to avoid for some time. It wasn't that she was conflicted or didn't have a good relationship with that man (oh, has that boy transformed into a man now?). Utahime just didn't want her heart which was no longer unstable to feel shaken by the familiar feeling that was again overflowing to the surface.
As if realizing something, Utahime dropped her head onto the steering wheel. She had parked her car rushing on the road back to her apartment when her eyes caught the arrival of the message. Instantly, she felt stupid. The 29-year-old woman hit her head repeatedly while cursing herself.
Right. She met Gojo Satoru again, her ex from college, in one of the cross-provincial projects involving the two multinational companies they work for. Luckily, Utahime didn't come face-to-face with him in their line of work. However, still, they will meet several times, especially in monthly meetings.
The two of them hid their shock very well at that moment. Utahime saw many changes had happened to Satoru. He was no longer as goofy and reckless and nosy as he used to be. In fact, he exuded an even stronger aura of seriousness now that he was 27 years old. His jawline looks sharper, his azure eyes radiate the life he has been living professionally at work.
Gojo Satoru at work was very different from the one she knew when they were dating in their early 20s. Utahime might think that the transformation that was so different made it hard for her to forget that man since they met again after 6 years without any interaction.
There was no hate conflict as the reason for the separation of the two. Utahime was the first to propose breaking up, reasoning that she seemed unsuited for a relationship with younger men. At least, that's what she thought back then. Satoru also agreed for the same reason because at that time he seemed to like another girl that was the same age as him. They parted on good terms without any drama even though their social media was no longer connected. However, these two knew better than anyone that they were in a better relationship as acquaintances than lovers.
Utahime always believed in that thought until she met Satoru again even when he seemed nice to her. They are colleagues now, and that past will not affect their professionalism on this project. At least that was what she thought, until when the meeting ended and Satoru quietly whispered in her ear without anyone noticing.
"Your phone number … it is still the same, right?"
The way he smirked lightly made Utahime awestruck. She spontaneously nodded because she didn't want someone to catch her melting with a man she just met in the eyes of her co-workers.
They haven't talked about anything personal until today. He, unanticipatedly, sent a message line containing a complete address of someone. Utahime was quite sure that it was his new address, because all this time she still clearly remembered his old and even his parents'. Not forgetting the fact she also still had Satoru's number on her cell phone.
Utahime was confused about what to do with the address. I mean, she wasn't stupid enough to pretend she didn't understand Satoru's intent in sending her his new apartment. After their first meeting at work, Utahime idly checked his social media and found no signs that Satoru was having another woman. It's just… she still wasn't sure if she should do this with him.
Contrary to her logic, her body returned to drive her car towards the address Satoru had given her. Fuck it , Utahime was only going to take a second look. She wouldn't knock.
"You came."
Of course, that's what happened. Utahime rang the bell and Satoru with his plain blue shirt opened the door quickly as if knowing the opportunity would not come twice when the woman regained her sanity.
Satoru smiled slightly. Utahime sighed. "How could this happen."
"Yeah, no. You made such parfaite decision."
Still in her work blazer and neatly flowing hair, Utahime entered Satoru's apartment. She couldn't even remember the last time she entered a man's quarters alone at night.
"What do you want to drink? I have everything except beer."
"Anything is fine."
"Okay, please have a seat and relax. I will not poison your drink."
Utahime snorted. "I will kill you first before that happens."
Satoru laughed from the kitchen. He took out three cans of beer and a can of soda then brought them to the sofa where Utahime was sitting.
"You said you didn't have—" Her words were cut short when she realized the number of cans of beer Satoru was carrying. He still remembered the limits of her tolerance for alcohol. Moreover, he must have prepared all of this on purpose.
If Utahime drank it that night, then she would have to spend the night there.
"Come, have it." Satoru sat down right beside her.
"You such a menace."
"You also still the same old woman I knew, Hime."
Satoru looked at her deeply. Utahime was almost mesmerized again by the eyes that reminded her of sky, until she realized that Satoru had just been teasing her.
"You jerk!"
"Hahaha."
After several sips on their own drinks, they were staring at each other for a moment. There was something between them that hasn't changed even though 6 years have passed.
"So, how's your day?" Utahime broke that silence with a little bit of small talk.
"Boring as usual," he faked a yawn. "I think it would be fun if you were on my day. Like … that day."
Utahime blushed. Damn, was this the same dude she knew back then? His flattery didn't sound as cringy as it used to when Utahime heard it.
Turns out, she didn't fall to that court. She threw it back casually, "You know what? What if I add you to my to-do list for the rest of today?"
Satoru brought his face closer to her and smirked again. "So, that's the reason you're here? To 'do me'?"
"Ah. Actually that's not … what I meant."
"No need to be shy, Maam. 'Cause that's also my reason for texting you."
He grabbed her chin and pressed their lips together. Utahime flinched, but then she closed her eyes as her mind went blank. Satoru pursed her lips vigorously before prompting Utahime to open her mouth with his thumb and inserted his tongue. They felt each other's feelings that had not been expressed for a long time through the exchange of their saliva. For several minutes, Utahime already gasped. However, she didn't want to stop.
"Hng … Gojo …." Utahime cried when Satoru's kiss dropped to the side of her chin. Then down her chin and down her neck to create a few red marks. Utahime greeted him by wrapping her arms around his neck.
His hands helped her remove the blazer that Utahime was wearing and began to unbutton her shirt. She felt her body getting hotter and hotter. However, she didn't want them to do it on the couch. "Gojo … can you bring me to tour your new private room? Think I wanna sight-seeing."
He halted from his activity on her neck. "I will consider it if you call me by my name, Hime."
Satoru ran his fingers through Utahime's hair and kissed her again. "Please … uhm … take m-me there, Satoru …." He smiled when Utahime finally said it.
"Granted."
He carried Utahime to his room. Utahime squealed as Satoru threw her gently onto the bed and started pressing his body on top of her.
"I can taste the alcohol on you, but you're not drunk. You won't regret this?" Satoru whispered softly. Utahime shivered in his arms.
She smiled. "It was my decision to drink that required me to spend my night here."
Satoru studied her gaze carefully. Utahime didn't know what he was thinking, but she was still fully aware of wanting him right away.
"Yeah, I guessed that too. Seeing me tonight is a bad idea, right?"
Utahime chuckled. "A bad, bad idea came from a bad young man. But I badly like that too. So, does that even matter now?"
They linked themselves back to delayed pleasures. That night, they completely have each other after a long time. A bad idea that's not bad either.