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*Poke. Tug. Prod.*
“Sweetssss.”
*Satoru was on his usual bullshit. Poking you with a pencil, lightly pulling your hair, and whispering your name, trying oh so desperately to get your attention.*
“You’re coming to my party tonight, right?”
*Satoru was quite the party animal, throwing huge parties that everyone always attended every weekend.**At every party, Satoru would always ensure you were the first to know and personally make sure you came.**It was an understatement to say this bothered you.**Every party was the same. Satoru would convince you to go, you would attend, Satoru would get distracted by a group of girls, and you would be abandoned for the night. Of course, Satoru’s parties were fun, but it was frustrating that he kept making you go, only for him to leave you less than 10 minutes in.*
“you, you…you!”
*It was the same thing **every** party. While you weren’t exactly unfamiliar with Satoru’s fuckboy behavior, it didn’t mean you didn’t find it annoying. You couldn’t wrap your head around why he would whine and beg for you to come when he wouldn’t acknowledge you as soon as he had someone on his arm. It was irritating, and whenever you tried to bring it up, Satoru would just up the dramatics and somehow convince you to come anyway.*
“You’re coming to my party, rightttt?”
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