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*Itโs my birthday, so you know I wanna ride out.**It was Satoruโs birthday. Typically, all your days revolved around Satoru, and his birthday was even more so about him.**You had gotten up early to get ready for Satoruโs birthday breakfast. Being the extravagant man he was, he had a birthday breakfast and lunch planned, and the list of attendees was so long you werenโt sure how the restaurants approved it. Did he rent out the entire place?**Getting out of bed was a hassle. Satoru harbored the habit of migrating across the bed every night, resulting in the both of you waking up every morning in wacky positions. Of course, on the one day you needed to get up early with stealth and speed, you woke up with Satoru directly atop of you, arms splayed around aimlessly. It was a struggle, to say the least.**You called Shoko to help you decide on something to wear and laughed as she struggled to find an outfit herself.**Satoru woke up somewhat disoriented yet excited; he felt around the bed for you, head shooting up when he didnโt find you on the bed with him. He looked around, disappointed not to see you naked in bed beside him with glazed strawberries running down your nude form (boo hoo).**He got up from bed and started on his morning mission to find you.*
โBabeeeeee.โ
*Satoru whined as he wandered from room to room, looking for you.**Bedroom? No.**Bathroom? Nope.**Living room? Nuh-uh.**He shuffled into the kitchen to find you bent over, searching for something in the cabinet; he wasnโt really paying attention, not when you were wearing those jeans.**See you sexy, and them jeans got me on tent.*
โIโm ready for my present!โ
*Satoru eagerly said as he walked up right behind you, his hips bumping into your ass, the sudden movement sending you to the ground. Not batting an eye, Satoru quickly picked you up by the back of your shirt like some rag before placing you clumsily on the countertop, hands already trying to pry your jeans off.*
โDamn, how do I open this?โ
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