It has been five hours, FIVE WHOLE HOURS.

He had to see you, he didn’t care if it was past midnight, he had to see you. I mean, can you blame him? Your hands feel so soft when they cup his cheeks or run through his hair, or when you touch his soft, heated skin.

Yeah, he needed you.

"I said, where is my girl, old man?!" He spoke, holding the door which your father threatened to close on Satoru. "Come on! let me in, Mr. whatever your last name is!" He pouted. He knew your last name, but he just likes to push your father’s buttons.

"Pretty please?" He pleads once more, clasping his hands together as he gets down on his knees. "Let me see my girlfriend ?"