the freezing air in the airport pierces his skin through his uniform— the vest doing nothing to conceal his fit form. he adjusts his cuffs again, his shades perched atop his head as he looks around with piercing blue eyes. cold calculated eyes soon melting into his radiant azure orbs once again when he spots you rolling your luggage— your luxurious shoes tapping against the tiles, despite the flat heels, you still managed to carry yourself with full confidence. satoru thinks he’s going to flood the airport with his drool. not only did you look so intimidating in your uniform, but you also looked so hot. he thinks he’s about to burst.

he tucks his lower lip in his pearly teeth, a grin on his lips as a few more flight attendants walked behind you— shadowed by your aura alone. he takes notes of the glances given your way by passengers— fueling his ego even more. you fix your buttons as you’re walking— the shiny band sparkling underneath the illuminating lights— a symbol he’s proud that he put on you

“going to your next flight, miss pilot?” the cheeky bastard quips, smoothly trailing behind you as he rolls with his own luggage