His Hands

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Satoru

I try, without much success, to avoid thinking about my night sleeping beside my roommate.

And after an uneventful school day, the last thing I expected to see when I walked into the dorm bathroom was a half naked Suguru.

 It was already close to midnight and I decided to go for a shower to clear my head. It seems he had the same idea since he must've just gotten back from work.

Luckily, he doesn't seem to have noticed me, and I slip into a shower stall unnoticed. I strip quickly and place my clothes on the hook next to my towel and then start up the water.

I jump in shock as cold water pelts against my skin and I mentally curse myself for not starting the water before getting in. But I didn't want Suguru to see me either. 

But why didn't I want him to see me? What do I care? 

Of course I'm going to be running into Geto in the bathroom. Why does it matter?

The water gets hot and I close my eyes, images of Suguru's wet, bare chest plague my mind and I immediately move the knob back to cold.

Shivering slightly, I grit my teeth and bare it. The idea of my roommate making me hot and bothered was one I didn't even want to comprehend at the moment.

I work through my shower quickly, the cold water not making it a pleasant experience but a much needed one.

Once I'm done, I dry off and wrap my towel around my waist and realize I didn't bring my pajamas with me.

"This night just keeps getting better and better," I grumble to myself as I go to the sink to brush my teeth before heading back.

Grabbing my clothes and toiletry bag, I head back down the hall to my dorm room. 

Upon opening the door, Geto is sitting up on his bed, writing in his journal. I toss my keys onto my desk and my clothes into my laundry pile.  

"Hey," I nod to him, making sure to avoid eye contact. But I can't help but notice he is still shirtless and my cheeks burn slightly as I make sure to turn away from him.

I yank on a pair of boxers under my towel before letting it drop and then my purple cotton pajamas.

Geto clears his throat and I turn around with an eyebrow raised in question.

"Purple pajama set? Kind of tacky, don't you think?" He mutters over to me, hiding his smirk behind the top of his journal.

I huff in annoyance and flop onto my bed.

"You're just jealous," I tease, grabbing my phone to see if anyone's messaged me.

Four messages from Sakura.

Two voicemails from my mom.

One email from my dad.

So nothing really important... Sorry mom. I toss it back onto my desk with a clatter.

"You should be more careful with that," Suguru says without lifting his eyes from his journal.

"I'm surprised you noticed. You've always got your nose buried in your diary," I scoffed, maybe with more sass then I anticipated. 

Finally, he looked up over his pages with a glare, 

"Good one."

I bit my lip in a wince and turned on my side to face him. 

Suguru seemed focused on his work, whatever it was, without any awareness to the outside world.  In a way, I marveled at the way he was able to dive into whatever he was writing. He truly seemed to enjoy what he studied, his personal and school projects blending together.