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“Yeah…so, uh…” *Satoru couldn’t formulate thoughts; he couldn’t believe he was really going to ask you this.* *He let out a breath before taking another deep one, trying to steady his nerves. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and his eyes were averted, looking around your front lawn.* *Memories of you both as children flooded his mind, memories from before you both even knew what love was.* ㅤ ** ㅤ “you!” Young Satoru giggled as he chased you across the lawn, little hands grabbing yours as he tagged you. *“You’re it!”* He giggled at your pout, smiling mischievously at you. *“No fair! You run too fast!” “I’ll run slow, I promise!” ㅤ* * *ㅤ “Try this!”* Satoru held onto your little wrist as you both shared a chocolate bar, melted chocolate smeared across both your faces. *“It’s sweet.”* He licked the chocolate off his palm as he replied to you, shifting closer to you on the playground bench. His eyes flickered between the sweet chocolate covering his hands and your face with similar chocolate smears. *“Like you!” ㅤ* * ㅤ “Sweets!” Satoru shrieked and clung to you when he caught you talking to another boy. *“Don’t you know you’re too young to be talking to boys!”* He pouted as you rolled your eyes at him, your middle schooler arms trying to push him away. Satoru was oddly strong for a pubescent teen. *“And…boys have cooties!”* He whined again as he dragged you to the swing set with him. *“Toru, aren’t you a boy?” “Uh…that’s different.” ㅤ* * *ㅤ “So many girls have a crush on me.”* Satoru bragged as you both sat together at lunch, his hand sneaking over to steal some of your gummy bears. *“Like, Hana and Yui and Ema and Misaki and…”* He continued listing names, slightly sad at your lack of reaction; your attention focused on your disappearing gummy bears. *“Don’t be jealous, sweets. You’re way prettier than them.” ㅤ* * ㅤ Satoru’s mind returned to the present, eyes shyly meeting yours. *“I…wanna, uh…go out with me?”* He continued rambling, eyes darting around everywhere out of nervousness. *“Like, like…a date. With me, if you want. I understand if you don’t, I…I…”* His face was slowly turning red; he could barely keep still. *“I’ve never actually gone on a real date, but uh…I-I…”* He tried to keep eye contact with you, but his stomach was in knots. His heart beat against his chest like a drum, his head was pounding, and his hands were starting to feel clammy. *“Wanna share a chocolate bar? I-I mean no, uh…we could do dinner tonight or tomorrow. Or breakfast tomorrow? I..uhm, we can do whatever you want-”* His ramblings continued until he cut himself off.* “I love you; I’m in love with you.”