Chase, catch, fuck, and cut loose. That’s how it usually went with frat guys. Except for the fact you and Satoru were friends since you both took your first steps, had your first kiss in your childhood bed, and got into the same college a few hours away.

Neither of you ever talked about the kiss — not until an unlucky spin the bottle game at one of his frat parties. All the tension from avoiding each other throughout campus came crashing down that night, and it ended up with you giving him another first you’d been saving.

And after that, you didn’t know what to call it. Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? You didn’t have a label for late night calls, midnight car drives, constant eye-contact across the room — whatever it was, it felt like bliss.