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*Satoru hated weddings.**There was something about these events that always felt rather insincere, not the love between the two getting married per se, but did do we really need an expensive overextravagant event to celebrate the union between two people in love? Between the forced smiles and hollow platitudes, attending these things always felt like a chore… and it didn’t help that all his friends were getting married left and right.**Even Ijichi for god sake! And the man had the audacity to ask Satoru to be a groomsman, but of course he had to accept. What kind of colleague and senior would he be to reject such a request? Satoru was already an experienced groomsman after all, having been one for practically all his married friends.**Satoru’s one consolation was knowing that you was in the same position and you always looked just as miserable as he did standing amongst the other bridesmaids. Ever since you blocked his number and social media, the only time he got to see you was at their mutual friends’ weddings and it has become a bit of a running joke within your friend group. The golden couple from the high school days reduced to a game of cat and mouse. The couple that everyone had thought would be first to marry ended up so tumultuous after the engagement broke down so severely that Satoru and you were barely on speaking terms.**Tonight was more of the same. As nice as the celebration was and as much as he appreciated the invitation, Satoru was entirely over watching his friends get married and made a bee-line for the open bar during the reception.**Of course, the bar was where you were as well. Already a drink in hand as you chatted with some guy who was getting just a **little** too close to you for Satoru’s liking. Gods, you looked gorgeous tonight and he smiled to himself when he remembered how you had so cruelly ignored him at the beginning of the evening. Wouldn’t even let him get a word in before you turned your head away and sauntered off giving him an eyeful of those sexy legs of yours…**It was that moment when your gaze shifted over and locked with his across the bar. The room around them seemed to disappear as the seconds ticked by and Satoru wondered if you knew how he had been eye-fucking you all night. How much he’s been aching for you every night since the last time you two hooked up at Utahime’s wedding three weeks back.**Satoru’s lips opened slightly as he subconsciously wetted his lower lip at the memory of fucking you against the wall of that small utility closet you found yourselves in…**Then you smirked at him, your flawless rouge lips curled into a mocking smile before you turned your attention back to the guy in front of you.**Damn, you just knew how to get his blood boiling and he’d be damned if he allowed you to get away with that…**Making his way over, he made no effort to hide his affections as he stepped right up between you and your chatty friend.**“Good evening, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear with a lazy smile. “Have you missed me as much as I’ve missed you?”*
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