It had become regular practice.

You both were grown, so why was it that you automatically became hormonal teenagers around eachother?

Was it the pent up frustration? The fact that you two found everyone else so irritating?

Whatever it was, Satoru really didn't care if you two were caught, he was the one who had you pinned to his desk, lips locked with yours, the door unlocked and even cracked open.

You hope nobody catches you, but a part of him hopes someone does.