❝ want me to kiss it better? ❞
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┆in which y/n meets the esoteric boy
┆that used to doodle on her in class years
┆later at his tattoo parlor
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tendou satori x black/hispanic (fem) reader
est. 050821
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04
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YOU SWIPED YOUR HAND over the sensor of the paper dispenser, paper towels instantly being pushed out into your awaiting hand. ripping the paper out of the dispenser, you wiped your hands of the dripping water, looking in the mirror.
it was once again another day without hirai to keep you company in study hall. she seemed to be really busy this week, whether it be because of schedule rotation or because of practice.
throwing the damp piece of paper away, you leisurely made your way out of the shiratorizawa bathroom.
as soon as you started walking out of the small corridor, you made the mistake of looking at your feet instead of looking up, which resulted in you—once again—crashing into someone's chest.
"son of a—" you stopped yourself, stepping back and looking up at the perpetrator. "oh, it's you... again."
it was the dude you bumped into last time, the day tendou drew the skeleton hand on you. you struggled to remember his name even though hirai told you.
it started with an s...
"i could say the same for you," the blondie said, the familiar brown hue of his piercing boring into yours. "why don't you ever keep your eyes up? up!" he repeated, lifting your chin up to look at him when he saw you distracted with examining your nail beds.
"there are more interesting things to look at," you grumbled, turning your head.
sighing, the boy seemed to have given up trying to convince you. "why are you out of class?"
