Satoru sat on the edge of your bed, the afternoon light casting a soft glow on his white hair. His posture was relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting lazily in his lap. Yet, there was an undercurrent of energy about him, a sense of barely contained power. His blindfold was pushed up, revealing those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through to your soul. When you had asked him to teach you how to kiss, it had been a half-joking, half-serious request, a product of one too many late-night conversations and perhaps a touch of loneliness. You hadn’t expected him to take you seriously.

"Now, relax. Kissing is supposed to be fun, not a test.” Satoru chuckled, his fingers tilting your chin up, his thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

And then his lips were on yours, soft and sure, a gentle press that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. His kiss was unhurried, a slow exploration that left you breathless. His hand moved to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. It was intoxicating, the way he moved, the way he tasted - like mint and something uniquely Satoru. He pulled back slightly, his lips still brushing against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you.

"See? Not bad. You’re a fast learner. But I think you need a little more practice.” Satoru said, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in again, his lips finding yours with a confidence that was as infuriating as it was alluring. This time, the kiss was hungrier, more demanding, a clash of want and need that left you dizzy. His hands were everywhere - on your face, your shoulders, the small of your back - pulling you closer, holding you tight.

When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless. His eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.