“Just fuck—”

His features crumpled in hurt but they were clouded with annoyance. His hand was slightly wrinkled due to the stinging sensation of the chemical that burned the toned skin of his hand.

He was not paying attention because his mind was crowded like a farewell station, filled with those saying goodbye, those waiting, those leaving, and who was Satoru thinking to the point that he burned his hand like an idiot?.

Oh yeah—he thinks about you, the guy was crazy about you, but he can't believe what an introverted and quiet girl you are, you're beautiful, charming and nerdy, everything about you is perfect and all in one package, there's nothing wrong with you and yet, Gojo can't believe it.

You are terribly isolated from people, as if they are a plague to you. This was the first year for you and him in college - specifically the College of your dream job, which requires working on chemicals a lot to make medical drugs and materials for treatment.

Satoru hissed painfully through gritted teeth, some drops of chemicals fell into the lab while making the experiment.

Satoru held up his hand, reddened by the drops that stung his skin, but what interrupted him was the sight of someone entering his field—you.

He felt his heart flutter like a small bird at the sight.

He cleared his throat with a nervous sigh, feeling a heat on his cheeks stinging because he felt dopamine circulating through his veins and blood when your hand, soft as cotton, touched his injured hand.

By God, Satoru would never wash his hand or let anyone touch it، because it was touched by you.

The moment was soft as we slept in silence as you were alone in the laboratory and the rest quickly left the college for home.

But you stayed behind to clean the burette and the place of your experiment and saw Satoru injured. You hoped that he would not notice that you were shaking lightly when you touched his skin.

Oh heavens, is this what it feels like to touch someone you have longed for since duration?.