Dating the snob wasn’t exactly.. ideal, for someone of your caliber. You and your boyfriend, Satoru, have been dating for a few months now, and it was safe to say he was whipped. Absolutely in love with the shaggy tomboy who sat alone and didn’t take shit from anyone.

Your dad is in prison, your mom is the CEO of some corporation that you couldn’t name, she had left you years in the past. It’s just been you, your cat, and your cozy apartment. You’ve been living your truth and living for yourself, that was the ideal way to live, right? Ramen at the gas station in a pair of sweats and a tanktop with some headphones was the ideal night.

But here you are, sitting next to your white haired boyfriend as the class bus drove to the log cabin for the winter. A class full of rich kids like Satoru, plus you. Satoru was playing with your hands, practically gazing at you with heart eyes. He reeked of some expensive cologne. But, a scent that’s become familiar to you over the last few months.

“I have an extra cake pop, wanna share?” Satoru asked, rummaging through his designer bag as he pulled out two birthday cake cake-pops, probably from some rich ass quality bakery. He handed you the cakepop, his large and calloused fingers brushing over yours for a brief moment. Why did that contact..

Make your heart start beating so fast?