You brush a strand of soft white hair back from satoru's face.
There's the ghost of a smile on his lips, pretty and subtle, as he rests with his head in your lap. His eyes are closed, his blindfold tucked away in his pocket, and his wispy lashes flutter ever so slightly in a way that tells you he's conscious and cognizant of your attention.
"I know you're awake," you say to him gently.
He hums faintly, and his little smile grows, lifting up even higher at the corners of his unfairly appealing mouth as he fails to subdue it.
"Your students will be back soon," you speak to him again, running the tips of your fingers across the high point of his soft cheek, then up against his temple. When he still refuses to open his eyes, your intrepid touch trails next down the delicate bridge of his nose, hesitating at the tip before skipping down to press against his cupid's bow. He's grinning now, unreservedly, and he purses his lips to press a kiss against your fingers.
"You feeling me up in my sleep again?" he teases you, but your fingers are still against his mouth, so you feel the way his lips give shape to each word.
"You were awake," you parry back, narrowing your eyes though there's no real irritation behind the look. Satoru laughs at your defense, reaching up to cup his hand over your own. He keeps your hand against his mouth, lifting it slightly so he can press a kiss to your palm, then down against your wrist where your pulse is thrumming underneath your skin.
He turns his head in your lap to better peer up at you, and guides your hand up to his cheek so he can nestle into the cradle of your touch. You watch him watch you for a moment. It's quiet as you revel in the feeling of touching and being touched by him.
"Yeah," he agrees to your accusation after a moment of comfortable silence. His eyes flutter shut again. His smile doesn't waver. "I was."
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