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thinking about... satoru who was always someone to scoff at, his thick frames covering the majority of his face and his dozens of digimon pins on his shoulder-bag that were sporadically placed wherever there was room, he had scarring of picked pimples on his cheeks and almost always had chapped lips that were obviously chewed at. his status was at the very bottom of the school's foodchain and was continuously picked on by different groups of people, but one guy stood out, and that was you. one of the more popular and looked upon students that had little to no rivalry with anyone, satoru had always had an eye on the guy but never acted on impulse in fear he would be blown off for being a weirdo, but you never discouraged him, instead, you motivated him to do more studies and experiment with other subjects which made him find his love in chemistry and mathematics. his adoration for you only grew, to the point where he was even journaling about you, he wrote with vigor as he explained to his nonexistent audience the contents of his day with mentions of you even if you hadnt interacted with him, his obsession had even gotten to the point where he would write short stories in his journal on his wishes on what he wished you'd do to him, his gooner desires spilling out on every page as he watched grotesque hentai nonsense to help fuel his mind boggling desires.
satoru walked through the crowded halls of the school with a slight urgency in his steps, his slip-on shoes making him almost trip on himself multiple times as he made his way to his class. with his quick footing and diverted gaze from the front view of him he was bound to bump into someone, and that he did, his tall but lanky frame along with his things for class clumsy pulled into his arms created enough force to forcefully shove the person in front of him to the ground, satoru gasped and dropped his items to the ground to cover his gaped mouth, "i-im so sorry!! u-uh! l-let me help you!!" satoru spurted out as he quickly grabbed the items that had fell out of the bag of the person who had been pushed, "ah.. no its fine.." the smooth but familiar voice replied as he also began to pick up the books off the floor, placing them in stacks to be formally placed back, satoru looked up with remorse and embarrassment laced in his expression, his blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears as he tried to hold them back from rolling down his face, the sight of your familiar hair pattern and the way it fell over your face as you payed more attention to the fallen items on the floor made his hands stop for a second and make his breath hitch, his eyes watching every move of yours like you were the most graceful man to walk this earth. slowly as if he were in a rom com, you turned your gaze onto him, that familiar soft look you always had even if you experienced the worst thing to ever happen, it made satoru's heart dance in his ribcage.
you gave him a a quick smile before rising with your packed up bag, your friends murmuring behind your back about how pathetic satoru looked on his knees still scrambling to get his things together, one of them snickered before whispering to one of the other people in the group, quickly grabbing an open notebook with little doodles drawn on the cover, satoru's eyes widened as he recognized the familiar drawings in the perpetrator's hand and began trying to reach for it desperately while walking on his knees, your friends snickered more before fixing the book, reading from left to right, "dear diary, today me and y/n talked briefly in the hallway while passing, oh my god they looked so fine i wanted to—" satoru ripped the book out of the perpetrator's hand and guarded it in his arms, a fierce blush biting at his face as he clenched his fingers into the paper cover, crinkling the entire notebook as he held a death grip on it, his breath ragged and his entire face reddened to the 3rd degree, as he looked around nervously, seeing the peering eyes that stared at the group in the middle of the hall, satoru quickly thanked you for helping him out and scurried off to his class, covering his face with his shameful notebook.
satoru felt the heat of his own skin radiating off his clothes, a kind of heat that could rival an oven cranked to the max. his heart thumped in his ribcage so hard it sounded like banging on windows, and the feeling of embarrassment laid heavy in his throat, creating an imaginary mass that pressed against the walls of his gullet. he had been exposed in the worst way possible and in front of so many people, including you. god he wished he could just shrink into the size of an atom and hide away forever, never to be seen with the naked eye again in fear of being embarrassed that bad once again. he could barely handle his studies that day and laid his head in his own grasp, the same one who had written stories after stories of fantasies that were so vivid and detailed of a person who probably only saw him as another dweeb he was helping. he felt disgusting, almost slimy and icky in a way, and the feeling never went away even as his classes had ended, making his way to the confines of his room, other than the feeling of being disgusted by himself, he felt numb, like everything was fast forwarding without his consent, and as he curled up on his couch with his bag slumped by the door completely open and wrinkled instead of being hung up like he usually would do before resting from the long day of work, he felt like he couldn't get the feeling of his peer's eyes looking onto him with eyes of confusion and pity, the feeling of their gaze boring into the sides of his body as he stood there looking for any kind of sympathy.
satoru's dwellings in his mind were then interrupted by a small formal and quick knock against the door to his apartment, surely he had paid his rent that month, but it could also be those salespeople going door to door, nonetheless, satoru decided to groggily walk up and crack the door open, his disheveled look surely being able to repel any visitors that had tried to stay for too long than usual, but satoru didnt see any person trying to sell him something, no, it was you, in still all your glory even after being shoved to the ground and having books flung everywhere, satoru's face went an embarrassed red once again as he quickly fixed up his loose hair and tilted his thick frames back to where they usually sat, "y-y/n? what are you doing here?" he asked as he involuntarily stumbled over his simple words, straightening up instinctively and trying to stifle his thoughts from the bumbling mess it was. you simply looked up at him and smiled, carefree as usual as if he wasnt the one who had bumped into you and had dropped your own personal items just a few hours earlier, "how are you holding up satoru? hope that bump didnt joggle you too much now" you said in your still cheery voice, no sense of venom or any hint of sarcasm, making satoru feel more relaxed than before out of instinct, his face's reddened feature slowly died down from a cherry to a light hue instead, "u-uh.. im fine.. thank you... y/n..." satoru replied back, throwing in your name for no particular reason other than to hear your name slide off his tongue. you hummed as you interlocked your hands behind your back, staring into satoru's eyes while subtly taking in every feature of his, watching how his chest rose with slightly quickened breaths and how his slightly larger frames slid down the bridge of his nose, the way his pupils were ever so slightly dilated as he waited for another moment of your voice ringing through his ears.
"you're quite red satoru, is something wrong?" you asked with a mixture of teasing and feigned concern, leaning in and pressing your palm to his forehead, the heat almost hot enough to actually burn the skin off of the hand. satoru felt like he could faint any moment with how lightheaded he felt, his thoughts all cramming into one place and becoming a jumbled mess, the only thing being safe from the crammed headspace was the feeling of your hand on his body, his skin, my god was the it truly orgasmic, satoru felt like he could cream in his loins at any second if this continued on, and the way you purred out his name like a sweet kitty luring in its prey, he was so excited to be in the grasp of your claws like the lovesick mouse he was. you continued to hold his head and press him on about his condition, subtly pushing him back into his apartment until the sound of the door closing finally snapped him out of his daze, his pupils dilated at the look of you in his dimly lit living room, the warm light of the lamp behind his couch making your features shine a dim orange due to his shadow.
"y-y/n.. w-wha..what are you doing..?" satoru asked, his voice meek and barely audible, shivering under your gaze and touch as he felt your hands caress the flat plane of his chest, having barely any muscle or fat to it. you could feel the warmth radiating off of him like he was a radiator pushed to its max heat and was on the verge of combusting. "im just checking on you satoru, cant i just be a good samaritan?" you replied back, your voice ever so soft and gentle, but satoru could basically hear your teasing tone, all his 5 senses running rampant at the blatant tantalizing tone to your words as you tried passing it off as gentle reassurance, "lets sit you down, hm? it must be so tiring just standing here with a fever.." you hummed, eagerly leading him to his light grey couch and practically shoving him onto the cushions, watching him bounce slightly from the buoyancy. you instinctively licked your lips as you loomed over him, staring down at him as if you were looking at your next tasty meal, satoru gulps under your intense gaze but keeps his eyes fixated on you, his whole body riddling with goosebumps from the intense stare-down, he can barely contain himself, his breaths coming out as hungry pants as if he were an overworked dog, you finally made your move, leaning down until your lips lightly touched his, the sensitive hairs around your mouth feeling the warmth of satoru's, his breath hitches, almost catching in his throat and making him choke on his own air. "i took a little peak of that notebook y'know.. i never knew you saw me in such a way.." you hummed, your hands roaming around satoru's body to try to etch every dip and slight curve into your mind.
satoru's face immediately bursts out in a color of deep red at the mention of the earlier incident, reminiscing about the unbearable embarrassment he had endured that left his mind an unstoppable force, but what if his running mind met an unmovable object? that object being you as a whole, making his mind cease into nothing but a pop of confetti and a print of your face staring back at him with those batting eyes, he swallows nothing but his own words, his mouth opening but his speech being delayed, "i-im.. im so sorry i.. i wrote about you in such a way... i-i truly promise i'll stop—!" hes cut off by a finger on his lips, your finger, you slowly drag the side of your index down his bottom lip and down his chin, finally breaking the long awaited wait for something more than your teasing touch with the feeling of your lips on his, the sensation is enough to make satoru's mind short circuit and explode silently, all his past embarrassments and actions leaving his mind in an instant and being replaced by the simple feeling of your soft, plump lips on his chapped ones, you stay lip locked for a hard moment, your mouths moving in sync with you taking the lead, satoru's simply putty in your hands. not being able to push you off or even take a moment to realize he had stopped breathing at that moment, you pull back with a soft gasp letting out a soft chuckle as you looked down at satoru's flushed expression, his eyes wide and his glasses slightly askew. "lets recreate all those dirty fantasies you wrote, i wanna see what this nerd can really do.."
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