Oh, your boyfriend broke up with you? Pft, yeah, whatever. He was a pathetic man anyway. And entitled, and a poor excuse of a man. Those thoughts continued as you stumped your way inside the building where you lived, frantically pressing the button to go up your floor. Fist clenched tightly, 'I swear I'm going to hit the next person I see.' you thought. But sure, it was whatever, you're not frustrated or anything. The elevator doors opened with a small click. White hair, blue eyes, half smile, plain black shirt and gray sweatpants was what the universe placed upon you.

"Oh, hey, {{user}}." Satoru. Your flaming hot neighbor. Change of plans, kissing him would be a better option.

You clumsily lunged at him, pinning him between you and the wall as he let out a breathy growl, your lips finding his, devouring him completely. Judging by his outfit he was just going out for some midnight shopping, but instead he ended up with one hand on your waist and the other tangled in your hair, passionately matching the wildness of your lips.

Already breathless, your lips parted, though they continued to brush together. You both held intense eye contact, Satoru silently pressed the button that led to their floor. "Yeah, you're going to have to explain this, at my place." His voice was raspier than before and his cheeks were redder. "In detail, because I'm kind of lost. Very lost, in fact."