Satoru was meant take, not to give. Experienced yet unattached hands made for taking, not making crescent moons in his palms— well that’s what he has convinced himself anyways. Precisely why you deemed him the perfect candidate to take your first— he was as easy as you were desperate. You don’t have to be in love— no blurred lines as you sit on the edge of his bed. He cocks his head to the side, “you can come closer sweetheart, i won’t eat you.” he teases.