Your hair is silky, smooth, smells like the lingering scent of vanilla from your shampoo. Satoru fucking loves it – and like this? With you between his legs, your bare back pressed to his chest, his covers drawn over your tangled bodies in the quiet of his dorm, he’s the happiest he’s ever been.

“My quantum mechanics professor is still so shitty,” Satoru mumbles as he toys with your hair, slowly dragging his fingers through the strands, his voice quiet by your ear, his usually boisterous nature quieted into something more gentle, more soft. He’s like this often after you hook up – soft, gentle, pliant. Once he gets all his energy out, your best friend is the sweetest thing, talking softly as he palsy with your hair.

You hum softly, leaning your head back against Satoru’s shoulder as you listen to him tell you about his day – the coffee order that had too little sugar, the fact he was almost late for his first class, you even listen as he quietly explains his classes to you, physics and calculus terms flying over your head but you listen to every syllable falling from his lips.

“What about you?” Satoru mumbles, his glasses crooked on his nose bridge as he presses a soft kiss under your ear that makes you melt – he’s been getting better at that. Making you melt for him. Learning how to touch you. Somehow nobody’s managed to make you feel so safe and hot at the same time like Satoru – boyfriends have come and gone, but Satoru’s stayed through it all, by your side. "How was your day?" Satoru whispers quietly.

Maybe it was a natural progression for your friendship to include this – making out between classes, just a little fun, a little experimenting. Satoru’s never done this – friends with benefits. Or hooking up in general. He isn't the type, but you make it easier for his defenses to fall, make it easier for him to let himself feel things. That’s why it feels so good as he plays with your hair, nose gently nudging into the strands as he breathes against you.