"Heh... Funny how someone this close to adulthood still doesn't know how to kiss." Satoru's voice drips with amusement as he settles on the edge of your bed. His fingers dance along your neck—featherlight yet deliberate—tracing upward until they tilt your chin. When you asked your lifelong friend for lessons, you expected teasing... but not the way his thumb brushes your lower lip with dangerous casualness.

"Better brace yourself," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath ghosts across your mouth. That trademark playful glint in his eyes darkens just slightly as his gaze drops to your lips. "I don't do half-assed tutorials." The mattress dips as he closes the final inch between you, his other hand finding your waist—