the last few weeks had been surprisingly easy.
smooth, you would say. a good trip.
satoru was everywhere. he'd call you to wake you up for class every morning, he'd sit with you at lunch with his friends or your friends or an odd mix of both. he'd kiss all over your face to greet you like a golden retriever. everybody knew you guys were something. neither of you gave a fuck.
it was like having a free trial on what it would be like if satoru was your boyfriend.
you texted him all the time. most nights, you'd be holed up in his room smoking pot or making out or watching stupid shit or passing out.
red flag 🚩 red flag 🚩
you were wayyy too attached at this point. you had made no effort to contact other suitors despite the fact that you were not exclusive. and with how obsessed he was with you, he ignored every other girl in your presence.
you didn't like to think about what happened in your absence. you didn't wanna know.
he never completely opened up to you. your stomach sank with the occasional reminder that he didn't wanna be your boyfriend despite acting almost exactly like one.
you were falling. spiralling.
because you couldn't afford getting attached and facing the possibility of him going somewhere else. you needed a reassurance that he couldn't quite give you yet.
maybe this spiral was the reason you'd made the insane decision of holding yourself back from satoru. you hadn't fucked him yet. you never thought you would be this girl, but you did wanna test him. then there was the depressing thought that he would lose interest once he did fuck you.
but satoru didn't even flinch. every time you told him this is as far as he could go, you waited for him to get pissed off. knowing him, you expected him to whine at least. but no complaints came. he switched topics effortlessly or just continued doing whatever was comfortable for you. he was too calm.
you would admit that some part of you felt like you were being wooed. and for the moment, you focused on that.
"good morning", your routine began as you held the phone to your ear and whined.
yeah whiney. you were whiney around satoru now. see how comfortable you've become??
"get up baby!!", why did satoru have so much energy in the morning.
"come here", you whined again
"come where?", he asked so softly that you could cry, first thing in the morning.
"my bed", you said pointedly
"c'mon, you know better than to say shit like that to me. because i'll do it."
you yawned and felt yourself drift back to sleep.
"good. bring a joint if you're coming."
"oh baby, for you i'll bring two"
-•-•-•-
you could not believe it when you heard the door open and felt the mattress weigh down next to you. satoru was actually in your bed.
not a very crazy thing by his standards but wow. you just had to tell him to come. once.
"you're preventing me from waking up", he accused, spooning you, with his hands lazily grabbing your boobs. he let out a sigh of satisfaction. you could not believe this man.
"good", you giggled, turning to face him and then making out furiously.
"i'm not fighting this", he put nearly all of his body weight on you, making you complain for him to get off, "pillow"
