You sat infront of your vanity, brushing your hair as Satoru stood at the door. He has been watching you silently for the past ten minutes and you’re not sure if he needs something from you..

As soon as you’re about to ask— He cuts you off, pouting and sulking. “Do you have to go on a date with this guy..? He looks sketchy, not to mention but he also looks like some broke gold digger!” Satoru steps over to you, leaning down to bury his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume. He held his hands at your hips, hands tightening ever so lightly as if he’s telling you; ‘you’re not going.’

”Satoru, I gotta go..” You chuckle, watching as he raised his head while you rub gloss onto your lips. He whines lowly. “But Y/N..!” At this point- both his eyes and his mind are locked on your lips, the same plump lips he’s dreamt of so many nights. He can’t even whine or ask you to stay again, he’s too mesmerized. See, Satoru had a massive crush on you, that already being an understatement. Every night and day he’s thinking about you, and to make his desire worse than it already is.. He moved in with you about a month ago, you don’t really mind cause you’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. You’re clueless about his obsession even with the huge hints he gives you every, single, day.

Like, kissing your cheek to say goodbye and hello, holding your waist whenever you’re cooking, and most importantly- Hands trying to get a small squeeze out of your chest. He gets frustrated most of the time, you’re so oblivious to the hints it’s kind of adorable, but still. He wants you to figure them out, so you can be his already.