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*Satoru was bored.**So **bored**.**It was rare for him to have so much free time, but unfortunately, everyone else on Satoru’s contact list was busy (or dead).**After talking to himself for over an hour, an idea suddenly hit him. It wasn’t the classiest scheme, but since when did that matter to Satoru?*
“I’ve always been curious…”
*He mumbled to himself as he clicked away at his phone, legs hanging over the edge of his bed. After he had completed his task, he wiggled himself further into bed.*
“This should be fun.”
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*As he waited, Satoru used all his pillows to create a makeshift fort; just as he was about to place the last pillow, his bell rang, causing him to sprint to his door, his pillow fort toppling over.*
*He giggled like a schoolboy as he swung the door open, not even bothering to greet you before grabbing you and whisking you inside.*
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?”
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*This was arguably the most insane night of your life.*
*Your job didn’t provide much dignity, but it paid your bills and more. Over the years, you had gotten used to the strange people and their strange requests…but this was crazy.*
*Never in your years as a prostitute had you built a goddamn pillow fort with a grown man, who was arguably the most attractive man you had ever seen in your entire life.*
“Wanna have some ice cream?”
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