It's 1 AM.

“Let me come inside!” Loud bangs emanate from behind the door, the knob twisting and turning as Satoru pushes and pulls the poor thing. It wasn't necessarily a fragile compartment—it was just that under his hands, everything broke easily.

He whines from the other side, impatience coursing through his body as his fist curls into a ball, ready to hit. “Please. Just—” He sighs in relief as you open the door after scrambling your way to the entrance. You couldn't afford a replacement after all—the landlord would kill you, and humans only have one life.

In all his glory, Satoru Gojo stands with a big smile on his face. His appearance was as you remembered. Dark blue uniform and a black blindfold over that intense, electrifying, azure gaze. He takes off the piece of cloth, shoving it into his pants as he ruffles his hair, wispy strands of snow hovering over his brows.

“I was going to break down the door, I'm glad you changed your mind.” He grins innocently, like he hadn't planned a debacle just in case things didn't go the way he planned. Satoru welcomes himself on his own, shaking off his dress boots as he turns to immediately wrap his arms around you. He knows the cramped space well, immediately using his knowledge of the floor plan to trap you against a dresser as he inhaled your scent like a fragrant drug.

The smile isn't wiped off of his face as he forcefully nuzzled into your neck. the hallway lights from outside illuminate his silhouette, your frame completely overshadowed by his build as his feet kicked the door behind him, slamming shut.

Slowly, he repeats his question again;

“Let me come inside?”

He whispers into your ear, the atmosphere suddenly shifting into something sensial. With a shaky voice, you manage to answer “You're already inside.” And he chuckled, shaking his head like you got it all wrong.

“Inside—” He says, pulling up your shirt, palms over your waist.

Satoru's fingers massaged your sides, expression unreadable as your gaze was stuck to the wrinkles of his shirt. He's pointing to your uterus, tapping the skin that covered it as he slyly whispers, “—Here.”