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SUNLIGHT bounced off the lenses of Satoru’s wire-framed glasses. He didn't mind though - the seat was arguably the best one in the lecture room. There was a window placed right next to him and the wall was snug against his sweatshirt, giving him a nice place to lean on. Oh, and of course, there was you. Arguably, sitting next to you was what made this seat so great in the first place. Even if he had ended up sitting smack-dab in the very front seat of the lecture room, he would’ve been happy as long as he got to sit next to you.
He twirled the mechanical pencil in between his fingers absentmindedly, half paying attention to the lecture while the other half was focused on you. Really, he didn’t even need to be in the lecture room, he had most of the concepts of the physics class down to a T and the class being at eight A.M wasn’t convincing him any further to be present. Nonetheless, he was present at every lecture simply because he knew you would be there. He adored your commitment to academics - he adored it when you first became friends with him in freshman year of college and he adored it now in your junior year.
It was by chance that he became friends with you that fateful day; it was the beginning of a new semester and he had been playing around on his gameboy outside of a lecture hall, waiting for Suguru to finish his class. In that moment, you plopped down next to him in all your glory and had excitedly asked him what game he was playing. He was hesitant at first, unused to the attention you were happily giving him but was slowly lulled into a steadfast conversation with you. Simply like that, the two of you had become fast friends, bonding over small and large things whether it be your favorite Digimon character or the banes of being a physics major.
Over the course of time, that friendship had developed into something much, much more. It led Satoru to where he is now - heart palpitating after the smallest touches, flushed cheeks after sitting too close to you, mind racing when the two of you talked passionately. It was all too much and he had to admit to himself that he had fallen disastrously in love with you. After all, the mess he was in now, well, was a result of how poorly he reacted to you and your actions. Just how was he meant to resolve this?
1. I LIKE YOUR HANDS.
Satoru didn’t mind presentations. Really - they were inconvenient, sure, and it was much worse when being tasked with a presentation for a group. He’d have to tag along to help with even the most basic of tasks and repeatedly ask other people to finish their parts on time or, worse, he’d have to complete the whole damn thing by himself and begrudgingly allow the rest of the group to leech off of his hard work. You had always scolded him to go report the group partners to a professor but he’d always shied away from it, insisting that it was just a small thing and it didn’t matter to him as long as he passed the class.
Thankfully, this presentation was not a group project. It was, however, a project that would end up being nearly half of your total grade percentage for the class and understandably, you were nervous. Nearly half the class had already presented at this point and you were just pushing it off, refusing to volunteer your hand at presenting, hoping that maybe the professor would simply just forget that you didn’t present.
It wasn’t that you were unprepared - no, no, if anything, you were overprepared. You had ensured your slideshow was pristine and well organized, your speaker notes were overflowing with exemplary points and you had revised so many times that you were sure Satoru and your mirror were sick of hearing the same spiel over and over again.
Nevertheless, none of those facts did much to sever your anxiety that was surmounting in your chest. Satoru couldn’t help but notice as he glanced over to you, the current presenter slowly being tuned out in his head. Your leg was bouncing fervently with nerves and you were biting your lip so much he was sure it’d start bleeding at any point now. He frowned, wondering what he could possibly do to ease your anxiety. Even yesterday, when you had insisted on practicing your presentation once more to him he had decided to intervene to give you a small pep talk.
“You’ll do just fine, okay? I swear, you’re the smartest girl I know.” His hands gently cupped your face, thumbs stroking the skin of your cheekbone. His eyes were full of gentility, looking at you with such softness as he reassured you.
“But I’m scared, Satoru. What if I fumble really badly and then I end up failing the class? What if-”
“You’ll do amazing, I swear it. You prepared so much for this, smart girl. I know you can do it.” He tucked some of your hair behind your ear and smiled, his positive energy calming down your franticness. “Now show it to me one more time, I’m ready to be amazed.”
He looked back at the presenter and then at you again, recalling the conversation yesterday and how the small physical touch and reassurance had calmed you. Hesitantly, he reached his hand over and placed it on your lap, palm up. Your leg immediately stopped bouncing as you looked over at him in confusion. Tentatively, he waved his fingers at you before scribbling on your notebook, if you’re nervous, you can fidget with my hand, maybe it’ll help.
He felt his heart race as you leaned over to read the note, internally yelling at himself that perhaps this was too much and maybe you thought this was weird or a stupid idea and really he should keep his hands to himself - squeeze. Your fingers threaded between his and squeezed his before letting go and you started fiddling with his fingers. Satoru felt his breath catch at your gentle touches, sending tingling sparks across his palm.
You traced the lines embedded into his palm, the curves of his fingers, the bumps of his knuckles and the subtle scars he developed over the years. With each touch, Satoru felt his heart faster and faster, the mere feel of your hand against his making him more nervous than any presentation could ever dream to do.
Time passed like that in the lecture hall - with you playing around with his slender fingers and Satoru’s face slowly resembling a tomato more and more. That was until your name was called out to begin your presentation and he felt you stiffen next to him as you nodded and started collecting your things to take to the front of the daunting classroom. Right before you got up, he squeezed your hand once more as one last silent encouragement before you had to face your anxiety. You gave him a nervous smile before straightening your shoulders and diving headfirst into your project.
By the end of it, Satoru’s chest swelled with pride with the way you had completed your project - astounding and impressive as he had always expected you to do. You were the last person to present so he quietly packed away your stuff in your bag while you chatted with the professor excitedly and he waited for you by the doorframe, his bag slung over one shoulder and your bag hung on the other.
You ran up to him, happiness shining in your eyes as you squealed your excitement about how well it had all gone. “Everyone asked such good questions and the professor was asking me how it related to the uncertainty principle and oh-”
Your hand slipped into his so naturally, as you walked and talked that one would’ve thought it was the most casual thing ever but Satoru almost stopped walking right then and there. You continued on, waving your other hand around while the hand that held his swayed back and forth. Noticing him slowing down you looked back at him in confusion, “Satoru? Is something wrong?” Your grip on him loosened and he panicked, desperate to keep your touch on him for as long as he could.
“No! No, keep going, I'm listening.” He smiled brightly, and when you did continue he made sure to hold onto your hand tightly, wanting the feeling of your fingers against his to last forever.
2. PLAY WITH MY HAIR MORE.
He was tired. Expeditiously tired. He was so tired he was convinced that there were likely zombies out there that looked better than how he did right now. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop his constant cycle of motion: review over his notes, do a practice test, crack open another 200 mg caffeine filled energy drink, repeat. He was a shell of a person now, deduced to astrophysic formulas and mediocre caffeinated drinks. Thus was the way of midterm season as a college student, wasn’t it?
On hour six (or was it hour ten? He had lost the concept of time at this point.) was when you had decided to intervene, merely for the sake of Satoru’s sanity. You had creeped up behind him in his seat at the library before setting your hands on his shoulder and yelling, “Boo!”
It was a testament to his crazed state that Satoru actually flinched and looked at you wildly before processing that it was you that was standing before him. While he was processing you, you were also taking in his state and sighed. “Satoru, how long have you been here?”
He grimaced and looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “Two… hours…?” He said tentatively, knowing you wouldn’t believe a single word from his mouth.
You looked at him, deadpan, before shaking your head at him. “You’re a horrible liar. C’mon, I’m taking you to my place. You can’t study in this state.”
Without asking his opinion, you closed his laptop and started packing his stuff away, ignoring his protests against the whole idea. Once he had begrudgingly donned on his (rather heavy) backpack, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door of the library and straight to your dorm. You made sure to not waste a second of time the whole walk home, scolding him on his lack of self-care, “You didn't even eat all day, you can’t just ignore your needs just because you have exams y’know.”
Sighing, you dumped both of your stuff on your rug before waving him off to the bathroom. “Go take a shower, it’ll help calm down your brain and I’ll order us some food. You want your chili oil noodles right?” He smiled and nodded at the detail, you always remembered all his likes and dislikes, what would cheer him right up.
“Alright, alright, your hoodie is still in my closet so just wear that.” You shooed him off without a second thought, busying yourself with finding the phone number for the noodle restaurant. Satoru, meanwhile, felt himself flush at the intimacy of it all. It wasn’t like he’s never been at your place before - no, if anything, it was the opposite. He had ended up in your dorm so often, he’d probably know the layout blindfolded. No, it wasn’t that he was at your apartment but rather the subtle intimacy of showering where you shower - sharing the same shampoo as you, wearing the hoodie that you had subtly taken from him, that probably still carried wafts of your perfume. It was that, the quiet signal and actions of what’s mine is yours. Trying to suppress his growing smile and fondness for you, he turned back to the bathroom, grabbing your (his) hoodie on the way.
When he was finally out, shaking the wet droplets from his hair with a towel he opened the door to find a quietness overtaking the apartment. The fan was on with the smell of fresh noodles wafting in the room. You were sat in a heap of blankets and pillows on the plush rush, the place next to you adjusted with all his favorite pillows, awaiting his arrival. Back to the Future, his favorite movie, was set on pause on your laptop screen, and you looked at him excitedly while patting the place next to you.
Once more, Satoru found himself in a state of lovesickness at your actions. It was never just your proximity that caused his heart to race. It was things like this too - the way you knew just the way to take care of him. When he needed some time to recover and calm down, just his favorite things to revive his spirit. It was the way the two of you worked in tandem to balance when the other needed support and care. Your friendship worked in such a perfectly harmonious manner and it was in times like these that he wished he had the courage to push that friendship into further territory.
But alas, Satoru made his way next to you, cuddling into the pillow you gave him and pressing play on the movie. He cycled through delving further into the blankets and eating forkfuls of noodles, finally at peace at the end of this stressful day. The tension in his shoulders lessened and lessened until they finally slumped down. He could feel his eyes slowly closing and then snapping open repeatedly, trying to shake off the sleep. With sleep lining his body, he felt himself lean over to your body and you gently guided his head to rest on your lap. The movie droned on in the background but now all he could really focus on was the slow lull of sleep enticing him forward and the feel of your hands in his snow-white hair.
You twirled strands of his hair around your finger, braiding some pieces together while massaging some parts of his scalp. He was just about to full drift off when he felt your hands leave his hair and he felt his sleep slowly start leaving his body again. He waited a couple of minutes, hoping you’d go back to your original actions but when you didn’t he buried his head further into your thighs and groaned. He rummaged around for your hand, waving his own hand wildly till it came in contact with yours. He placed it back in his hair before mumbling, “Don’t stop, it feels good.”
There was the sound of your pretty laughter before you went back to playing with hair. As he drifted off once more, he swore he felt the press of your lips against his hair and the whisper of something soft he couldn’t quite catch.
3. WHAT FLAVOR IS IT?
Sweet treats were necessary to keep you motivated during stressful times. At least, that’s what you argued to Satoru while sitting in one of the study nooks of the science building. It was the aftermath of the third midterm of the semester and Satoru was slumped into his seat, feeling completely drained. You were sat across from him, wearing another one of his hoodies - this one had a Pokemon character slapped across the front - while waving your arms around to carry your point.
“We just finished an exam and we have another one tomorrow. We need some ice cream to keep us motivated for the next day!”
He narrowed his eyes at you playfully and slumped further in his seat, “Exactly, we have an exam tomorrow meaning we should go back to studying right now.”
You groaned and lightly smacked his arm in protest, “When have you ever said no to a sweet treat? C’mon, Satoru.” You looked at him pleadingly and he felt his resolve break at the look on your face. He looked away and sighed.
From the sound of the sigh, you knew he had finally given in. Squealing, you reached across the table to clasp his hands, shaking them in excitement. “Let’s go, let’s go!”
You had all but dragged him by the wrist across campus until the two of you reached the shopping area full of small restaurants, ready to entice. The area was well lit with fairy lights hung across the central seating area and with the slight chilly weather it had become a beacon for all the students to laze around post-exam. You pulled him forward to the ice cream store, the door jingling at your entrance.
“What flavor will you get, Satoru?”
“Mint chocolate chip.” He said the response, already anticipating your reaction to the flavor and he could feel the beginnings of a smile creeping up.
As expected, your nose crinkled up at his flavor of choice, “Satoru, that is gross, it literally tastes like mouthwash and chocolate.”
He shrugged, laughing as he did so while you chose your own ice cream flavor. He nudged you out of the way when it was time to pay, hip-checking you away from the register to give his card to the person waiting. Sticking his tongue out at you, he said, “Maybe you’ll like it this time around.”
Settling down on a bench right under the fairy lights, Satoru couldn’t help but become more aware of the people around him. More so, of their… relationship status. He was steadily realizing that most of the people that came here were on dates. There were couples nearly on every bench, either cuddled up against one another or looking at each other with such love-full eyes. Satoru glanced over to you but it didn’t seem you had noticed a thing - you were digging into your ice cream happily.
Of course you didn’t know this was a couples area, but the idea didn’t stop his throat from going dry. What if the two of you did come here as a couple at a later time? Would you be like the other people surrounded here? Lovesick and warm in each other’s embrace? Your leg brushed against his and it woke him out of his stupor. Frowning, you asked, “Why didn’t you eat your ice cream yet? Did you really not want some?”
Stammering, he shoved a spoonful of the green ice cream in his mouth in response before flashing you a thumbs up. You giggle at his actions and his heart flutters at the noise before coming to a complete stop. You were leaning in close to him. Very close.
Your thumb came up to his mouth and he reflexively shut his eyes in anticipation. Your fingers swiped against his lip, smearing the ice cream off of him. He blinks his eyes open and feels his throat go dry — you’re still leaned in oh so close to him and you give him a grin before licking your thumb of the ice cream you just stole from his lips.
Surely you must be trying to put him into cardiac arrest, this can be the only reason. Surely that was it, and this was you flirting with him, right? Regardless of the reason, he felt his heart thumping loudly within his chest and he forced himself to say something, if just to take advantage of your forward move. “Does it taste good? The flavor?”
Warmth flooded to your cheeks and you tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm… I think so. I wouldn’t mind the flavor that much if that’s how I was eating it.” You nudge him with your elbow teasingly.
Satoru can feel himself flush at your teasing and he looks away, refusing to let you see the way you leave him utterly flustered. “Maybe you’ll get to like the flavor without it too.”
“Hm, I don’t know about that Satoru.”
4. NO MORE STUDYING.
It was 2 A.M. and he was convinced that soon enough he would have his physics notes leaking out of his ears at this rate. It was a constant flow of revision and it was tiring to say the least. While he despaired over his notes on his desk, you were sprawled out on his bed with your laptop and notes every which way on his bedsheets. Satoru had convinced you to study together and while it was a promising endeavor for the first few hours, as the time bled into the late night you had slowly become more and more distracted from your studies. You were now watching videos on your phone all while cuddling into his bed and Satoru badly wished he could join you. But alas, his optics chapter called his name.
He convinced himself of just one more chapter, just one more, and suddenly he could feel his eyes drooping and his glasses sliding down his nose. Dimly, he was aware of you moving around behind him and the door quietly slipping shut. His eyes were closing shut when he felt the slide of arms around his shoulders and he felt you tug him closer to your front. Laying your chin on his shoulder, you leaned into him from behind and whispered in his ear, “Take a break Satoru.”
He sighed and rubbed his eyes from under his glasses. Without thinking, he melted into your touch, leaning his back into you as you continued to hold him. You were fiddling with strands of his hair and Satoru could feel himself relax further. “I discovered a rooftop at the top of your building also. You never told me your building had that!”
He hummed in response, leaning further into the hand that had now started scratching and massaging his scalp. You pulled your hand away and he whined at the loss of contact, opening his eyes to protest. Grinning, you grasped him and pulled him out of his chair. “C’mon, let’s go to the rooftop. You need the fresh air anyways.”
Without waiting for a response, you pulled him out the door of his apartment and up the floors of stairs of his building. The rooftop was a bit shabby and not as big of an excitement as he was expecting but that was your charm, he supposed. You’d find something lovely in even the more duller things.
There was a blanket laid on the ground - one that you were curled around earlier. No doubt you had taken it out here and spread it out for you and him to share. You let go of his hand and laid down on the soft fabric before patting the space next to you. Laying down by your side, Satoru took in a large breath and tried to ease the anxiety in his shoulders.
He felt the warmth of your body next to him and instead of the typical nervousness he felt at the proximity, it was exchanged for a sense of peace and comfort. Perhaps his body was simply too tired to go into a state of nervousness or maybe he had just grown used to the feeling of being close to you - either way, he was simply thankful you were here.
“Look! You can see some stars from here.”
You pointed at the sparse stars that could be seen from where the two of you laid. He smiled at the view before rolling over to take in your side profile. “There’s a star right here too.”
“Hm? Satoru,” you groaned, knowing what was coming next.
He grinned, "Because you have to be a star, your gravity keeps pulling me closer.”
You shrieked at his words and shoved him over, “You’re so corny, only you would use astrophysics as a way to flirt with someone.”
He waggled his eyebrows at you before coming back to sit closer to you once more. Settling on his back, he reveled in the silence - the only noise coming from the occasional rev of a sports car or the cicadas leisurely in the forest nearby.
“The moon looks beautiful tonight.”
He furrowed his eyebrows, eyes darting back and forth in search of the moon. “I thought today was a new moon, you wouldn’t be able to see it today.”
A sigh echoes through you. “You’re right, I guess I thought I saw it then.”
The conversation drops after that and while there is nothing to indicate that something has gone wrong, he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing out on some message you were trying to tell him. Your head rests on his shoulder and you fold into the curve of his body so easily, he decides to mull over the conversation at another time in favor of savoring this moment.
The wind blows lightly in the autumn air and despite the stress of his academics, Satoru thinks he has found the peace that is meant to calm his life.
5. A THING OF GRATITUDE.
There was a particular area in the science building that the two of you liked to refer to as your place. It was hidden in a corner of the hallway on the third floor, hidden behind a poorly painted white door. The heating in the room was just right, there was a window in the room that gave out just enough natural light that it wouldn’t give you a headache, and most importantly, no one knew about it.
It was where Satoru currently sat while he waited for you to arrive. The armchair he sat in was cozy enough to curl up while he fiddled around with the gaming console in his hands. The familiar tunes of Legend of Zelda rang throughout the room as he played the game until you came stumbling into the room - backpack keychains clattering against each other and papers messily held in your arms. “I’m here! I got my exam back.”
He grinned and gestured for you to sit in a chair nearby him, ready to debrief everything. This had become a tradition between the two of you – neither of you bothered looking at your exam results until you were together and opening the results together. It was a ritual the two of you had started at the end of your second semester together; most of your classes together were shared because of the same physics major both of you were pursuing. With that it was easy to just wait on your exam results coming in together and sharing them at the same time, it built the academic competitiveness between the two of you and it was an adored part of your dynamic. Simultaneously, it was also easy to study that way or nag Satoru about a concept you didn’t understand, the two of you worked in a perfect tandem of pushing and supporting each other when needed.
You settled into the seat next to him and set out the papers with the back-side up while Satoru flipped through his backpack to get his exam papers as well. Once it was all settled, the two of you eagerly grasped the papers, ready to flip them over to see the results. “Three… two… one!”
He excitedly scanned the sheets, looking for the red mark to indicate his grade. Rifling through the papers, most of his exam grades came out to be an A with the occasional 85 popping through. He glanced over to you and he saw your worried expression and his heart dropped immediately. Did you not do good? You had studied so hard and you had felt so good about the exam, he hadn’t thought it was possible for you to have gotten a bad grade.
He called your name gently and your head snapped over to him. “Toru…”
You grinned and flipped over the papers to show him. “I got all A’s!”
Satoru melted back into his seat in relief before narrowing his eyes at you. “You scared me, I thought they graded it wrong.”
“You’d think they graded it wrong and not that I just did bad on an exam?”
He scoffed, “As if. You’re too smart for that, I’d doubt their intelligence before ever doubting yours.”
Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling. With the combined happiness of your good exam results and Satoru’s praise, you felt like you were on top of the world. You leaned over the arm of your chair to look at Satoru’s exams and you felt a rush of pride at the red-inked 100s that were splayed over the sheets. You looked over at him and he looked straight at the papers, avoiding eye contact as a nervous habit. “You did so good too, Satoru, you’re so smart.”
The tips of ears flushed bright red as he stared down at the table, a smile was forming on his face. “Thank you.” He mumbled.
Still leaned over, you press a kiss to his warmed cheek. His head swiveled over to gape at you and you laughed at his reaction. A hand came to cup the area you kissed, “Wha-”
“Thank you for always believing in me, Toru. I’m proud of you for doing good too, you worked so hard.” You glanced over at your phone and jumped out of your seat. “I have to go, I have a club meeting, I’ll see you later, yeah?”
He nodded dumbly, still trying to process everything that just occurred. He waved at your distant figure and flopped back in his chair. More than the kiss you had given him, he was soaking up the praise you tossed out so carelessly. Greatness was something that was always expected of him - it was why he threw himself into academics as vigorously as he did. He needed to be good, to be the top of the class, to have opportunities lined up to live up to his expectations. It was never something anyone praised him for but here you were telling him you were proud of him for something he had started thinking was the bare minimum.
His cheeks grew warmer and warmer as your words echoed in his head and sealed themselves into his heart. God, what were you doing to him?
1. TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE.
Satoru was on a mission. A very important mission at that. He was determined to get his revenge - to make you feel the way you left him flustered and today was the best day to carry out his plan. It was the second day of fall break, both of you had decided to remain on campus because the break was simply too short to go traveling anywhere and Satoru had insisted on making a day to go out.
He was dressed in his best sweater, the soft gray pattern made his eyes stand out despite his wire-framed glasses. Silver rings adorned his slender fingers, a fashion trait he recalled you found attractive. He fidgeted with the messenger bag slung across his chest while he knocked on the door to your apartment.
When you opened the door, Satoru wasted no time and flung the small bouquet of wildflowers into your arms. “For you.”
It took you a moment to take in the gift before you flashed him a radiant smile, “Thank you, Toru.”
He nodded, at a loss of words once more because even your smile led him spiral into nervousness. Calm down, he thought. You can do this.
The destination for the day was the bookstore. He knew you had been wanting to pick up a few novels that had recently been released in the fall season and he wanted to take a peek at the plethora of superhero comics that were waiting to be added to his bookshelf. When the two of you split apart to your respective sections in the bookstore, Satoru tried to steel his nerves while he flipped through the familiar pages of a manga volume.
The plan was to fluster you, yes, but more so it was a plan to make his feelings obvious. To make a stand on how he felt for you – but being so forward was not something he was used to and he had to push himself out of his comfort bubble to get his message across. When he finally found you leaning by the bookshelves, nose deep into the pages of a book, he set his shoulders back and walked up behind you. An arm was splayed across the bookshelves and he leaned against the books while he lowered his head to your ear, “Interesting book?”
You yelped and turned around to look at him in surprise. He grinned at you and cocked his head before gently taking the book from your hands. Turning it this way and that, he flipped through the pages and looked at you. “A romance book… why read one when I can make it reality?”
His shoulder cringed as the words left his mouth. Oh my god this is going horribly, how do people flirt?
It seems you didn’t mind too much however because you let out a laugh at his words, “It’s different! The love interest in this book is a fae, the magic makes it so much more interesting.” You launched into the mechanics of the fictional world and Satoru nodded along, looking at you with pure affection in his eyes as you rambled on and on. Noticing the look in his eyes, you flushed, warmth rushing to your cheeks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He blinked. He wasn’t aware that he was looking at you in any certain way but maybe this was another opportunity to take his chance. His hand raised to fiddle with the ends of your hair before cupping your cheek softly. “Like what?”
The heat in your cheeks only grew warmer and you pushed him away in embarrassment. “Like that!”
Truly he didn’t know in what way he was looking at you but he kept pushing, “Do you like it?”
You opened your mouth to respond when your phone rang, the noise pulling both of you away from each other and breaking the moment. “It’s the alarm to feed my cat - do you want to come over and make dinner?”
He nodded eagerly and with that, Satoru found himself in your kitchen, once more trying to motivate himself to make a move. You were unaware of his internal meltdown, shuffling around the kitchen to find cat food. Putting a hand on the waist counts as a move, right? It was something that made the receiving person have butterflies, you had told him once while explaining a romance novel plot to him.
He inched forward ready to execute his move, you were just within arm’s reach when he tripped. There was the sound of scuttling and a loud meow as your cat waddled away in anger at being tripped over and Satoru felt himself going bright red in embarrassment. His eyes closed at the sheer humiliation running through his body until he realized your hand was holding his.
You had saved his fall by grabbing at his hand and effectively pushing him against the kitchen counter. Your arms were on either side of him, held onto the counter while you looked up at him. Your bodies were flushed together and Satoru could feel himself going warm all over again. Tilting your head in confusion, you asked, “You’ve been acting weird today, Toru. Is everything okay?”
He took a deep breath. The only thing he had succeeded in doing today was utterly humiliating himself instead of coming off as suave and flirtatious. Begrudgingly, he confessed, “I… I wanted to fluster you. I feel like you always make me nervous with the way you touch me and I wanted to show you how I feel and-”
You frowned at him, “I make you nervous?”
How was he making this even worse? He shook his head, “No! No - well yes, but in a good way. You make me nervous in a good way.” A hand came up to cup your cheek and he leaned forward. Your noses brushed against each other and his thumb started to rub small circles on your cheek. “You make me nervous because I like you. I like you so much and every touch makes me so nervous when all I want to do is-”
Your lips crashed into his and he could feel himself melting into the kiss. You tasted sweet and all he wanted was more. His hands trailed down to your waist and pulled you flush against him before he flipped you over so your positions were swapped now. You were leaned against the cold marble of the kitchen counter while he hovered over you, panting. “You - does this mean-”
Grabbing a fistful of his sweater, you pulled him close to you. “Satoru, I’ve been making it obvious since the very beginning. Now, kiss me.”
He didn’t dare object to your command and continued to kiss you, the idea of dinner forgotten in exchange for the physical touch he so desperately craved from you. It looked like you had the last say in this mission but who was he to complain? All he wanted was to feel your touch forevermore.