dumbfounded, that's it. you felt completely and utterly dumbfounded as geto called your name after class to ask you out on a date.
suguru geto, the dude every single breathing soul on campus had a crush on. every girl liked him, and it wasn’t only because of his looks, he had this shy facade that no one could decipher, yet somehow lured everyone to like him and do their best to be liked back. failing, obviously, but still everyone tried. needless to say he had a lot of friends, who were all as shocked as you when they found out he had asked out a girl. it didn’t even matter who she was.
just the fact that suguru asked someone out and it wasn’t one of the countless people that showed interest in him or that he had previously rejected, made each one of them angry at you. and secondly, no one had any idea he was into you. not that there weren’t signs, obviously he wasn’t as clever as he thought, but nobody cared enough to notice them.
when you would walk past suguru’s seat, wearing a top that slightly revealed your boobs, or when you’d bend over in class to pick up a paper that landed on the floor, and he got to witness the glorious sight of your upper thighs.. oh he was gone for. he had to run to the bathroom, his cock physically aching, making him look almost unwell after noticing the smallest detail about you. you had a mole on the back of your thigh.
he swears everything started innocently, he genuinely liked you and couldn’t help looking at you when you were working on a project, listening to a lecture, or just zoning out as the conversation you were having with your friends became background noise. you were just so pretty, and looking at you made him feel calm, at ease. he liked everything about you, the way you dressed, the way you talked so smoothly, but only to people you already knew, the way every time you were too focused on an assignment the same strand of hair always fell over your eyes, and each time you tucked it behind your left ear, forgetting about it.
but what he liked most about you was that you kept to yourself, like him. and for some reason, barely any guy ever approached you because of that. when he finally realized it, there was no coming back. that’s when it started. that’s when he began feeling like you were already his.
at first it was so subtle, looking at you and subconsciously mimicking your expression. he smiled when you smiled, frowned when you frowned, and sighed when you sighed. it was just his way of feeling closer to you, feeling like you were experiencing the same things. but it wasn't just that anymore.
he'd do anything to feel closer to you. gradually switching seats so that he could look at you better during the classes you had together, following you to the library after class, discarding the plans he’d made with his friends, just to ask for a copy of the same book you got, not even reading it after he sat down, but fucking stealing glances at you, daydreaming about what it would be like to be in your head and have your sweet voice read the book to him.
and how pissed he'd get if someone came up to him as he was looking at you. “could we talk another time?” he’d only reply, trying his best to sound nice “i have this really important class tomorrow, and i need to focus right now” he would add, as the girl who interrupted him, probably to ask him out had the saddest look on her face before apologizing and going away.
oh what a relief it was to look back at you and notice you barely even moved, fortunately he hadn’t missed too much.
it was during one of your “study sessions” that a notification popped up on his phone, and strangely enough, he checked it. it was you, you followed his instagram account. he gulped and had to take a moment to let that sink in. he had been looking for your profile for a while now, but as you didn't have your name as your username, he didn't know how to find it, yet he finally did. or actually, you found him.
he looked at your pictures almost in a trance, noticing way too late how tight his pants had gotten, but he was just so grateful for you finding him, finally being able to look at you as he hurriedly jerked himself off in the closest room he could find, before rushing home with your pictures still glowing on his screen.
he looked at your smile, loving it, then at your halloween costume, swiping down as he wished he'd found your profile sooner to buy a matching one for himself. he swiped a couple more times until he saw a post from last summer where you were only wearing a bikini. god, you were too fucking perfect. he couldn't stop looking at you, huffing and groaning as he came, making a mess over himself and filling the room with soft pants, ultimately deciding to follow you back, he'd waited enough.
he'd check your profile a couple of hundred times a day, smiling to himself when you uploaded a story, and even liking some from time to time. he followed your friends too, mainly to look at the pics they posted of you, but also to get on their good side, can't hurt to have your friends telling you how great of a couple you'd make, right?
right. and that's how he found himself sitting right next to you in class, unable to concentrate on anything but your smell, and how fucking sweet it was. he swore he could get hard just by that, and he probably would have if it wasn't for the professor dismissing you a whole eight minutes early.
you didn't even leave him time to think, you just packed your things and got up, looked at him for a full second before politely saying bye as you walked away. his ears turned bright red as you finally spoke to him.
for you it was just a polite way to excuse yourself from suguru, who you noticed started liking all of your instagram stories not even ten minutes after you posted them, but for him it was a sign. a sign it was his time to make a move.
he quickly got up, leaving all his stuff behind as he followed the sound of your steps, finding you just outside the classroom, and he called your name, his mind going blank as you actually stopped and turned around, waiting for him.
im on that pathetic frat!guru agenda and i dont plan on leaving anytime soon
