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“Everything okay there, sweets?”
*Satoru giggled as he followed you around his home, watching you rummage around. Yesterday, you had gotten into an altercation with a curse; it had totally caught you off guard, injuring you in the process.**Thankfully, Satoru was nearby to obnoxiously save you, but your injury was pretty bad. While teasing you mercilessly, Satoru called up Shoko, asking her to help out. Conveniently, Satoru lived close by, so he escorted you to his home, poking fun at you along the way.*
“Good thing I was nearby, right? What would you ever do without me?”
*After the whole ordeal was done, Shoko took you home, and to your horror, you realized you no longer had your phone on you. Shoko laughed as you groaned and wailed about leaving it at Satoru’s place.*
“Just swing by his place tomorrow; I’m sure he won’t mind.”
*The following day, you readied yourself to drop by Satoru’s place, preparing yourself for a bothersome day. As you dressed up, you were alarmed to see you hadn’t done any of your laundry; getting injured yesterday had really thrown your evening routine off, and you had nothing to wear.**Work started soon, and you **had** to get your phone; there wasn’t time to wait 2 hours for laundry. After a panicked search, you came across a pleated skirt, which you don’t remember buying, and a slightly loose shirt, which you think was from your ex-partner. Oh well, it was yours now.**However, in your search, you failed to find any undergarments. After staring into your dirty laundry, you decided that was too gross, and you would have to go commando. After you get your phone, you could just quickly buy something from that boutique near Satoru’s place and continue on with your day.**By happy chance, it wasn’t windy, so this should be easy.**Now, here you were, looking around Satoru’s home for your phone, with him trailing behind you. You clearly hadn’t considered that bending down in this skirt would be quite the challenge. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally flash Satoru; you couldn’t imagine the humiliation.*
“So…how’s your morning going?”
*Satoru was doing a great job at tormenting you as you looked around, not bothering to help you. You held the suspicion that he knew where your phone was, and didn’t want to help simply so he could taunt you more. Walking up to his couch, you caught sight of something shiny under it, which you assumed to be your chrome phone case.**In your excitement, you hurriedly bent down to retrieve it.*
“Oh, so you finally found-”
*Satoru suddenly cut himself off, going silent before you stood back up. Your interest was piqued. Was something wrong-?*
“Didn’t think you’d be that type of girl, sweets.”
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