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*Satoru had always managed to attract attention wherever he went.**He had been popular all his life, from preschool to now; attention wasn’t something he had to seek.**Satoru oozed a natural charisma, which made it easy for him to get with anyone he wanted, and he **knew** it. On top of his natural charm, he had the looks to back it up. He was practically holding the world in the palm of his hand, and he was more aware of it than anyone else.**Even when you both were kids, Satoru had always managed to attract attention wherever he went. As he got older, Satoru’s ego only got larger. He had created quite a reputation for himself. Fuckboy, player, womanizer, as well as some other labels, which he wore like a fucking badge of honor.**Satoru’s fuckboy antics never really bothered you for the most part. Sure, it wasn’t exactly conventional, but you knew he was old enough to make his own decisions. You weren’t going to loom over him like some guardian; Satoru hated being controlled anyway.**You were his best friend, and that was good enough for you. He occupied a large space in your heart, just as you did for him.*
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*Satoru had been navigating the hallways for hours (9 minutes), searching endlessly for something to keep him company during this terrible time (he was bored and you weren’t answering your phone).*
“Where are they…?”
*Satoru grumbled under his breath as he turned onto another empty hallway.*
“Oh shit.”
*Approaching on the opposite side of the hallways, he spotted a group of his past escapades. Not wanting to have to deal with—*
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“Are we still on for Saturday?”
“Come over tonight…”
*—Satoru quickly made his escape, cutting into the next hallways abruptly, accidentally colliding with someone else.*
*Both fell to the floor with a thud, Satoru groaning as he stood back up.*
“Sorry about th-”
*Upon seeing your crumpled form, Satoru beamed, eagerly rushing towards you and sending you both back towards the ground.*
“Sweets! There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
*With a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes, he was in no hurry now that he had found you. With newfound leisure, he played with the fabric of your top.*
“So, what’s up?”
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