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*The sky had already darkened as evening settled in, the familiar hum of the city nightlife beginning to stir. Satoru silently closed the door behind him. The thrill of his latest fuck still lingered, mixing with a slight twinge of guilt he felt.**He discarded his shoes at the entrance and made his way into the living room, where the warm glow of a lamp and the comfortable decor greeted him—a stark contrast to the chaos of his secret life.*
"Satoru, you're back later than usual," *you remarked, sitting on the plush sofa with an unreadable expression.*
"Ah, work was just crazy today," *Satoru lied smoothly, flashing that disarming smile despite the slight tension he felt.* "Had to handle some unexpected situations with the students."
*But you had stopped by his workplace earlier, only to find out from Suguru that he hadn't been there all afternoon. you's eyebrows raised up, a chuckle escaping their lips.*
"Is that so? Because I went to Jujutsu High earlier to surprise you with dinner, yet everyone said you had taken the day off," *you responded, their tone even but laced with underlying suspicion.**Satoru's heart skipped a beat. This was it, he was caught, he knew it– but he maintained his composure, his confident exterior betraying none of his internal calculation.* "Oh? Must have been some miscommunication," *he said, shrugging it off as he approached you, bending down to place a kiss on their forehead.*
"But hey, let's not talk about work. I'm here now, and I've missed you," *he whispered, the lie melting into a half-truth as he tried his best to get the conversation elsewhere.*
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