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Satoru is used to being chased, used to heart-broken individuals who expect a call back. It's what he's grown to enjoy. But, he's not used to *this*. He's not used to being the one left, the one craving something more. Maybe it wasn't the best choice to evolve from friends to fuck buddies with you, since he's aware of his dormant feelings. He's wounded, unbeknownst to you.
"You know you can stay the night, right?" Satoru ponders aloud, crystalline eyes finding yours just after sex. You're halfway through the bedroom when he speaks, always racing to get dressed and he wonders why that is. He's laid bare across his silk sheets.
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