His Hands

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Satoru 

I don't think I've had this nice of a night's sleep in months. Warmth enveloped my entire body, and I wondered when I invested in a weighted blanket, because this was amazing.

A humming against my chest made my eyes shoot open, and I glanced down to see Geto's entire upper body atop my own. His black hair sprawled around my chest, tickling the base of my throat above my shirt. 

My breath gets stuck in my lungs as my heart practically jumps up my throat. I pray the irregular pace it's taking doesn't wake him up.

I want to hold on to this feeling for a little longer. 

I finally let out the air in my lungs slowly and closed my eyes again, cataloging every part of my body that is touching Suguru's. I can't finish the list before I doze off again.

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My eyes slowly open again to see our bare ceiling bright from the sunlight shining through the window. A moment later, I look down to see I'm alone.

On the floor.

This feels embarrassing. 

I sit up quickly and get to my feet, my eyes scanning the small dorm room.

Geto's bag and keys were gone from the hook on the back of the door, and his favorite hoodie wasn't hung over the back of his desk chair.

I do a double take, that asshole even cleaned up our takeout mess from last night and organized his side of the room again before ducking out.

My alarm clock reads ten in the morning. Geto's been in class for an hour already.

Yawning, I get dressed quickly. Black slacks and a light weight dark blue crew neck sweater from the closet floor. Then I slip on my shoes and grab my backpack. I decided that I'd spend the day catching up on homework in the library, and get out of the dorm room for awhile. Making sure I put my sunglasses on, I lock the door behind me as I leave.

Once I'm walking through campus, I grab a mocha from one of the coffee carts along the main stretch of pathway. I love chocolate and sweets, and I desperately need caffeine. I take a sip and then shrug, it was only luke warm but it'll do the job.

The cart didn't sell teas though, so Geto would never stop there.

I roll my own eyes at my thoughts. Faint images of last nights latest cuddle puddle on our dorm room floor made my cheeks burn in a blush.

Downing some more mocha, I freeze as I pass by a smoking area. There are a few designated areas on campus for those of us who divulge in the nasty habit.

I stepped into the area, the small square of pavement surrounded by bushes and void of any seating aside from one bench which was occupied by a girl.

Feeling thankful I got more cigarettes yesterday, I head in her direction. And she glances up at me since I'm walking towards her.

Short dark brown hair framed her face, her face held a look that dared one to mess with her. But she was cute in her black sweater and grey skirt. Her backpack sat at her feet, and a flip phone was in her hands. She seemed to be mid text message.

I tilt my sunglasses down a bit to make eye contact with her,

"I'd offer you a cigarette, but you're already smoking hot."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, before her face settles on an irritated expression. Holding out one hand she quirks one eyebrow up now,

"Well then give me a cigarette."