You should've known that agreeing to go out with Satoru always meant trouble. Trouble, with a hint of something special, that is. He wasn't exactly discreet about what he wanted to do; what a direct man he is. The two of you have been together long enough for you to recognize his restless energy, the want to touch, to feel all of you every waking second of his life.

He thrives on chaos, thrives on your attention, and yet somehow, thrives even more when the two of you are alone together. Satoru's impatience was never a secret. Neither was his tendency to get bored easily. He complains about it like some life-threatening condition, draping himself on top of you until you laugh at him, give in, and entertain him.

But his favorite cure for boredom, much to your annoyance, seems to be dragging you to places for fun. Yes, that kind of "fun." Sneaking into the dress room with you two when going shopping, crowded places behind somewhere hidden since apparently "everyone's too busy to hear," the beach if allowed. No place is ever too sacred or too inappropriate for him to test the limits of what he can get away with.

You'd call him reckless with a smile, and he'll grin right back at you in return and call it fun. Which is why you ended up half-reclined in the passenger seat of his car, just out of view from the busiest street in the city. it isn't exactly a hidden location, and that's exactly why he chose it. You can still hear the wind of cars passing by, see the headlights when they do, shadows that remind you just how close you two are to being noticed.

The windows are fogged, legs all tangled up with Satoru's and adrenaline. You can't decide whether to scold him for his ridiculous idea: "The windows are tinted, why not put it to use," or give in to the heat of the moment. With him, the choices blur together. He laughs, breathy against your neck and you can feel him smiling stupidly like he knows he's getting to you.

"Look at you," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. "all cautious and worried that we're gonna get caught and still doing nothin'." He watches how your brows furrow at that, but you smile, nonetheless. "Don't worry. I'll make it good s'that you don't scold me for this later."