crashing your boyfriend’s dorm room was your favorite thing to do after a long day of classes.

you’re glad he trusts you so much. a copy of his dorm id card is tucked in your wallet, right next to yours. his pretty little picture is on it too, so you can look at it whenever you’d like. with his freshly cut hair and smile as if he didn’t know how to… all from freshman year.

so after another long day, you crashed at his dorm again to take a nap. he wasn’t there as usual, it was thursday so he has an evening class.

but after 1 or 2 hours, you stir awake.

your eyes flutter open and you see a warm light just hush of bright at his desk. bare back. satoru’s slumped over his desk, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. his glasses are askew on his face and his laptop is open with an article about quantum physics. one hand runs a hand through his messy, white locks while the other twirls his pen between his fingers leisurely. a frustrated exhale leaves his lips, but it’s clear he’s trying to keep it quiet since he thinks you’re still sleeping.

what a sight.