run for the hills
part 2/?
★pairing: brother's best friend!satoru × f!reader
(part one)
what the actual hell was this boy thinking? sure, you've been talking almost every day ever since you, aiko and suguru stayed over at his place about two weeks ago. but it was friendly talk... at least most of it was!
sure, he'd slip in a more personal question from time to time or he'd ask you out for dinner or to go to the movies to which you'd reply with a 'maybe another time'. he'd message you after a few hours like nothing happend which, to be frank, only made matters worse because now he didn't ask, he just point blank told you he's coming to pick you up.
he knows suguru doesn't live home anymore so he wouldn't be a problem. he also knows your mum likes him and that she would invite him in if she saw him waiting outside. which meant that ignoring him wasn't really a choice. so instead you decide to get ready. not ready-ready, because this was not a date. just...a friendly outing.
your phone buzzes and you pick it up.
you purse your lips. this is not a date. you're not nervous. why would you be?
that's what you keep telling yourself, at least.
his car is exactly where you expected it to be. he is leaning against it, looking as relaxed as ever and so– NO. friendly outing.
"you're early," you say as you approach him.
"guilty as charged," he grins. "couldn't help it though, unlike you," he clicks his tongue.
"10 pm sharp," he says glancing at the watch on his wrist.
he pushes off the car, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket before opening the passenger door for you.
"come, get in," he says softly.
once you're both settled in your seats you decide to speak.
"gonna tell me the real reason why you came here?"
"hello to you too," he says with his stupid grin. "and, i wanted to see you."
you frown.
"you drove an hour and a half because... you wanted to see me?"
"yeah," his tone relaxed. he seemed serious, was he serious? who in their right mind would do such a thing?
"were you dropped as a baby? what if i hadn't come out?"
"i knew you would, I'm irresistible."
"more like irritating."
"meh, call it what you want."
"so what?" you turn to face him. "you just showed up hoping i'd cave?"
"i showed up," he corrects you. "the rest is your call."
there's a moment of silence before he speaks again.
"you're a smart girl. if you didn't want to be here, you wouldn't have."
"you forced my hand. you asked me on a dates and i said no-,"
"no need to make up excuses, i wasn't accusing you of anything," he cuts in. "i know you said no, that's why i didn't ask you tonight."
"you found a loophole and went with it?" you frown.
"call it what you want, but i just wanted to hang out with you. no labels, no nothing."
"you quite literally just showed up in front of my house," you purse your lips.
"yeah, and you came out by yourself," he grins. "see? mutual."
his arm lifts, draping over the back of your seat like it did that night. for half a second you think that's all there is to it, but you're wrong. you feel his hand sliding down, slow and confident, like he's teasing you.
you shift, leaning forward, just enough to break the contact.
his eyebrows lift. "oh?" he murmurs. "what was that?"
"what was what?" you play coy.
"that," he leans in a little closer to you. "i don't bite. but you already know that, dont you?"
you turn to face him, trying to keep a distance from him still. "very sure of yourself."
"confidence is one of my better traits," he tilts his head slightly. "aaand you're back at it."
"back at what?"
"avoiding me."
"i am not... doing that."
"you moved like my touch burned you a few moments ago," his eyes flicker down. "and even now you're trying to put distance between us even though there's no space for you to do that."
"i don't care that much to be doing all that."
"really?" his eyebrows shoot up. "prove it."
"prove what?"
"that you don't care as much as i think you do."
"and how should i do that?"
"kiss me."
you snort. "real classy."
"you like me."
"jesus christ, are you having a psychotic break down?"
"you could prove me wrong," he pauses. "if that's the case, anyway."
"by kissing you?"
"yeah."
"you're pathetic. doing this much to kiss me?"
"if i wanted to kiss you, i would've by now."
"so you don't want to kiss me, but you want me to kiss you?" you look at him confused. "make it make sense."
"not that i don't want to, but i want you to want
"what kind of sick fucking power play fetish is this?"
he leans in again, not leaving you much personal space. "you wanna know what else i'm into?"
your breath falters. "like i have the next few weeks free to listen to all that stuff."
he chuckles. "so are you gonna do it? or are you gonna admit that you like me?"
"to a normal person if another person wouldn't want to kiss them it would mean they're not attracted to them. why is it different for you?" you say half exasperated.
"you're not any other person," you're barely a breath away from one another now. "neither am i," he adds.
"if i kiss you," you start. "will you stop playing this sick game?"
"you still think I'm playing with you? i told you i wouldn't put this much effort in to piss of suguru. and he also doesn't even know I'm here."
he's right. but you couldn't let yourself think he was into you. aiko told you what kind of person he is. she said she never saw him with the same girl twice and never in his 26 years has he committed to one girl. what good could this man be to you? you couldn't let your heart and mind surrender to him the way your body does.
"still... i shouldn't," your breath catches.
his hand cups your cheek. "why not?"
"because we don't see eye to eye. you get bored and move on. i don't.
"you've been talking to aiko i see."
"not the point," you sigh.
his palm is warm against your face. he could close the gap between you, you want him to, but he doesn't. he wants you to do it.
"she only knows one side of me."
"don't. don't do that because it's just straight up mean to give me hope like that."
"i can't promise you anything, but i can try."
your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes. he looks... sincere. at least you think he does. before you overthink it you let your emotions get the best of you and you close whatever gap there was between your lips.
he doesn't hesitate. the moment your lips lock any restraint he had was gone. one hand slides from your face to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair while he sloppily kisses you.
your hands fist and tug at the him of his shirt pulling him closer without thinking. he groans softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. that's when you push him away.
"did this prove i don't like you?" you say flushed, trying to catch your breath.
"not quite," he replies breathless. "i might need further proof."