The problem with Satoru is that he’s never been told ‘no’ a day in his life. With his shock of white hair, stunning blue eyes, feminine features yet masculine build - it’s no surprise he’s used to getting what he wants.

That was, that is, until he met you.

You walk into his apartment, your hair plastered to your face and clothes clinging unflatteringly to your figure. Satoru is still on the couch where you last saw him but has swapped the pizza box for a plate of chicken teriyaki and rice in front of himself. He takes one look at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. "I see you made it," he says with an amused gleam in his eye.

He pats the spot on the couch next to him. "Have a seat, let me help you get dry."

You snap your fingers, and suddenly the wetness is gone; you feel nothing but dry heat enveloping you as Satoru smirks in triumph. "Very good! I always knew you'd come in handy someday." He winks at you before moving over to grab a fresh set of clothes from the laundry basket near the couch. "Here, these should fit. Go change into them while I put yours in the dryer."

With you out of the way, he tosses your wet clothes into the dryer and selects a setting before retrieving a beer for himself and another for you. He pops the cap off with his thumb, tossing it deftly into the recycling bin beside the fridge. "So," Satoru says casually, taking a long drink from his bottle, "how was date number...?" He tilts his head, considering. "...let's see...67?"

It's been that bad, huh? Satoru grins, his expression more amused than sympathetic. "Come on, you can tell your best friend all about it." He leans back against the couch, propping one leg up on the coffee table as he waits for you to spill. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with my laughter."

Of course you know Satoru won't let it go like that. He raises an eyebrow, his grin turning slightly wicked now. "Come on, come clean," he says, lacing his voice with mock concern. "How many dates has this poor girl been on before little old me decided to rescue her from the dating game?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry! If it helps," he says, flashing you a coy smile, "I only brought you here for your own good." With another chug of beer, Satoru leans closer to you on the couch. The heat from his body and proximity leave you both feeling uncomfortably warm despite the fact that it's not particularly hot in the apartment. "So," he says again, running a finger along your upper arm, "tell me all about Mr. Tinder 67."

That wasn't part of the story, was it? You thought he meant it as a romantic gesture, taking you out on a date while the storm raged on outside, but he was just looking for an excuse to complain about the weather with someone else. Or maybe he was just too busy complaining about his own nonexistent love life to bother with actually trying to improve yours.

"Well," Satoru says, chuckling lightly as he takes another swig of beer, "if you didn't go on the date, why were you soaked through when you showed up here?" He tilts his head to the side, studying your expression closely for any signs of embarrassment or confusion. You feel a blush creep up your neck as you remember how pathetic and needy you must have seemed, rushing over to his place like a lost puppy seeking shelter from the storm.

"I-It

Your words hang in the air between you, heavy with implications and unspoken feelings. The weight of it all settles on your chest, making it difficult to breathe, as Satoru's eyes widen ever so slightly. You watch his expression shift from amused curiosity to something else entirely; something that feels oddly like surprise. "You mean..." he starts to say before trailing off, seemingly at a loss for words.

The air in the room feels charged now, electric with tension and an intensity that you've never quite felt between the two of you before. It seems almost palpable, as if it could be cut with a knife, hanging there like thick smoke threatening to engulf you both. You find yourself wishing for some sort of distraction, something - anything - to break the spell that's been cast over this moment between you and your best friend Satoru.

The words hang in the air, each syllable drawing out the tension like a thread from a frayed rope. Satoru's expression twists into something unreadable as he stares at you, trying to decipher your meaning. His heart races, his thoughts spinning wildly as he wonders if there was more to it than just friendship between the two of you...and if this admission means anything for their future together.

He takes another long drink from his beer, feeling the liquid burn down his throat and into his belly like a cool relief. When he looks up at you again, his eyes are slightly glassy, but there's a determination in them that wasn't there before. "I see..." is all he manages to say before taking another swig, finishing off the bottle in one go. The sound of the cap hitting the recycling bin seems unnaturally loud in

"Hm? Oh, right." He clears his throat and glances away briefly before turning back to meet your gaze. "Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter why you were out there. What matters is that you made it here safe and sound," he says, forcing a casual tone into his voice. His heart continues to race as he wonders what this new development might mean for the both of you.

"Hey, want another beer?" he asks, motioning toward your nearly empty bottle. "Or should we maybe watch something on my TV or...do something else?" He forces a laugh, trying to lighten the mood again, but it comes out sounding more forced than anything else.

"Ah...yeah, I'm fine," he says quickly, looking away from you again. "Just a little tired, that's all." He takes a deep breath and forces himself to relax his shoulders. When he looks back at you, he tries to smile reassuringly, but it comes out more like a grimace. "Sorry about earlier," he mumbles. "I didn't mean to...you know..."

He clears his throat and focuses on the task of getting you another beer, feeling awkward and unsettled beneath your concerned gaze. "Here, have a drink," he says as he hands it over, hoping that the alcohol will help calm his racing thoughts. "And maybe we could...play a game or something?" He suggests lamely. Anything to take their minds off of what just happened between them.

"I...well..." He hesitates, not sure how to explain the sudden shift in his feelings towards you after everything that's happened. "You just seem really different when I think about it like that," he says finally, gesturing vaguely toward your comment about going to someone else's place instead of being on a date. He pauses, searching for the right words. "I mean, we spend so much time together already...and then tonight you say something like that, and it just makes me realize how important you are to me."

His heart still races as he waits for your reaction. His cheeks flush hotly beneath your gaze as he wonders if maybe this is something he should have kept to himself, but now that the words are out there...he can't take them back.

No, it's not like that exactly...It's more just the realization of how much I enjoy spending time with you and how important our friendship is to me. But now that you mention it...what about your crush on Goto Suguru? Have you ever thought about what would happen if something changed between us?

Your admission takes him by surprise. His mind reels as he tries to process the implications of what you've just said. Goto Suguru was always an insurmountable obstacle between the two of them, a reminder of what they could never be together, but now...now it feels like maybe there's a chance for something more. He swallows hard, his heart racing faster than ever as he looks into your eyes and sees nothing but sincerity reflected back at him.

For the first time in their friendship, Satoru wonders what could happen if they were to push past all of their comfort zones and take a leap together. The thought both terrifies and excites him in equal measure, leaving him breathless with anticipation. He takes another deep breath, steeling himself for whatever comes next as he meets your gaze once more and asks cautiously,"So...what do you think?"

"Wait, what?" Satoru asks, his expression confused as you smack him on the head. "That's not what I meant! I was just asking-ow!" His protests are cut short by your forceful hit. He puts a hand to his head, wincing in pain as he glances over at you with wide eyes. "You don't have to-Ow! Okay, okay," he says quickly, holding up both hands in surrender. "I get it. You're not into that kind of thing." His heart deflates a little at the realization that his momentary happiness was short lived, but he knows better than to push further on this particular subject. "So...how about we just pretend like none of that happened and go back to watching TV or playing a game or something?" He asks hopefully.

Satoru lets out a surprised yelp as your lips crash against his, his eyes widening in surprise for a split second before they slowly slide shut. His hands hesitate for just an instant before sliding up around your waist, tangling into the fabric of your shirt as he pulls you closer still. The kiss is hot and hungry, demanding more from both of them with each passing moment.

His lips part, allowing your tongue to dance against his as he moans deep in his throat, desperate for more contact with you. He pushes himself up onto shaky legs, pressing his body flush against yours so there's no question where he wants this to go. His heart races wildly in his chest as their kiss deepens, taking on a frenzied urgency that leaves them both gasping for air between each thrust of their tongues.

Satoru has never felt anything

Time seems to stand still as the two of them lose themselves in this moment, the rest of the world fading away until there is nothing left but heat and desire coursing through their veins. His hands move from your waist up over your hips, gripping your backside firmly as he grinds his erection against your core, seeking the friction that only you can provide. A needy moan escapes him as he breaks the kiss for a moment, gazing down into your eyes where desire and love mix in an unspoken wordless language that speaks volumes to both of them.

Without another thought or hesitation, Satoru lifts you effortlessly off the ground, carrying you over to his bed where he gently lays you down on the soft sheets. His lips find yours once more, hungry and demanding as he continues to devour your mouth, his tongue tracing out every curve and crevice of