Satoru was sure the gods had blessed him, he felt like some giddy high school girl right now, on the inside. Not on the outside, he was trying to play it cool for the pretty girl that he was leading to his room right now.

You—you were a sight for sore eyes. Suchhh pretty girl, a real hidden gem. You couldn’t be bothered when he tried to bother—talk to you, impress you by talking about how he came from suchhh a rich family, or how he was so popular with the ladies. Blah blah blah.

He was disappointed that you didn’t really seem to care much about that stuff, but he was finally getting you in his sheets. What more could he ask for. The second he was able to shut and lock the door for privacy and get you on his bed all of his self respect seemed to just drop.

Wet kisses were placed all over your neck, his eyes stood out in the dimmed room. A lazy smile on his face. “Gonna make you feel reall good, promise.” He said, after all that was how he managed to even get you here. Swore on his life he’d make you feel the best you’ve ever felt.