Letter Home - Childish Gambino
Few days after he went to his friend party standing in the kitchen drinking silently observing
but of course his peace was disturbed
“Excuse me, do you know where the spring water is?” you asked.
He paused, caught off guard, he’d expected your voice to be sweet, but hearing it up close was something else, warm and smooth like maple syrup.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered, grabbing a bottle from the cupboard and handing it to you.
“Thank you,” you said, already turning to walk off.
“Are you enjoying the party?” he rushed out, the question tumbling over itself. He couldn’t lose you again.
You paused and turned your body back toward him. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, trying to steady himself. “I’m Satoru, by the way.”
“What major are you?” he cut in, nerves slipping through.
You tilted your head slightly, studying him. “How’s my body language right now?” he asked, attempting a grin.
“Let’s see,” you said, eyes scanning him. “Nervous, that’s for sure.”
“You read me like a book,” he admitted, letting out a quiet laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Can I get your number?” he asked, the words coming out more hopeful than confident. He knew you might already have a boyfriend, but it was worth the try.
“Sure,” you said, holding out your hand for his phone so you could type in your number.
est. feb 2026 sznza — do not modify, repost or plagiarise my content.