✶ in too deep
a.n.: inspired by the song party 4 u by charli xcx, also guys I edited a few things with the previous chapters and masterlist. if you guys are confused with anything at all, please feel free to tell me about it! <3
synopsis: being an engineering student didn't get you much attention. you kept to yourself, did your work on time, studied adequately, kept your life organized, and your grades above the international standard. considering you've done that throughout your academic journey, especially since your freshman year of college—you don't know why frat president!gojo satoru is only noticing you now.
c.w.: profanity, fluff, slight (?) angst, mentions of childhood trauma and academic pressure, suggestive themes, SMUT, p in v sex, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), mentions of bullying, slight mentions of substances, mentions of alcohol, some tooth rotting stuff and some heart aching stuff, soccer captain!gojo satoru, mentions of y/n, afab!reader, reader and satoru are in their third year of college, some of satoru's frat brothers are assholes lol
release date of chapter 03: pending...
masterlist ✶ chapter 01 ✶ chapter 02
you don’t remember being so stressed the first time you dressed up to go to your very first party. you don’t like the feeling. maybe satoru and the others won’t mind if you skip ou-
“hey babe! you almost done in there?” shoko called from what you assume is the living room.
“uh- yeah! j-just a second!” you replied, quickly looking at yourself in the mirror, then shoko barged into your room.
“ooh la la,” she said—using her flirty tone. you frowned.
“sho, stop it!” you said, whining as you fell flat on your bed, on your stomach, clutching one of your pillows.
“what?! you look amazing!” shoko replied, taking a seat on the chair in front of your study desk.
you peeked up at her, still frowning as you lied down, feeling pretty out of place despite satoru saying you could wear whatever you wanted—meaning there was no dresscode.
“I just feel so out of place already. I don’t wanna go anymore.” you said. you truly didn’t know why you were so nervous.
“babes, what are you talking about? none of the guys there will say shit to ya! if they do they’re getting a punch to the face and the balls. satoru and suguru included.” that made you feel a little better. “besides, you look great! with your cute little bootcut jeans and sweater and all.”
“sho!” you replied, throwing one of your plushies at her. shoko laughed, saying, “what?! I’m being serious!” you tried to suppress a smile.
you couldn’t stop it anyway.
“now get up! we’re late already.” shoko said, getting up from your chair and slapping your ass on the way out. you yelped, yet got up anyway—fixing your hair a little more and taking your important belongings with you. phone on full battery, wallet securely, and your keys secure-er.
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“hey! so glad you could make it!” satoru said with a bright smile once he saw you and shoko outside the frat house’s door.
“hi, gojo.” you replied—giving a small smile in greeting. you were starting to call him by his first name more often now, but you still called him by his last name at times as well.
“move, lover boy.” shoko said—jokingly pushing satoru aside as she let herself in. some of the guys greeted her the moment they saw him.
“rude!” satoru complained jokingly before he turned his gaze back to you.
“come in! I can’t wait for you to meet the guys.” satoru said, while your palms broke out in cold sweat already at meeting his friends. it wasn’t like you were ignorant of meeting new people, you just never got over being shy about it, that was all.
you gave a small nod, walking inside the frat house as everyone stopped and looked over at the two of you. there were less people than you expected—it really was just invite only.
“guys, this is y/n. y/n, that’s suguru, yuki and choso, ryomen, toji, nanami, and hiromi.” satoru said—introducing you to the rest of his frat as you stood in front of all of them. choso had been making out with yuki just moments before, but now she was just sitting on his lap.
“don’t say anything weird.” satoru said, pointing a finger at all of them.
“hi, my name’s y/n.” you said, trying not to make yourself look like a fool.
“aww, she’s so cute!” yuki gushed, pushing choso away as she got up and went to you, basically cuddling you immediately. choso looked a little bit like a lost puppy once yuki pulled away from him and went over to you.
“uhm, thank you?” you replied, smiling a little once yuki cuddled you close to her. “hey! not fair, I wanna join!” shoko called—already a little bit tipsy as she walked over, then nanami held her back while satoru pulled you back to him.
“come on, satoru! give her back! we got a lot of catching up to do!” yuki called, while satoru pulled you back and behind him.
“yo, choso, come get yer girl!” satoru replied—slightly panicked with the way yuki was so insistently trying to chase you.
“you’ll be alright!” choso replied, then everyone else laughed. yuki tried making small talk with you and practically stealing you away from satoru every moment she got. you didn’t mind though—she was genuinely a really nice girl, and she was friends with shoko. though eventually she left you alone with satoru with a cute little kiss on the cheek.
satoru didn’t leave you alone for the rest of the party, mainly because he wanted to be with you all the time, but also because he was the one who invited you and it was your first party in a while. hospitality. yeah, definitely.
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now, everyone was playing seven minutes in heaven. yuki and choso went inside first, then got out with yuki beaming and choso looking all flustered and red in the face. everyone laughed and teased them both, you did too—you were genuinely having fun.
then it was geto and shoko, then nanami and toji—in which toji moaned loudly intentionally and nanami smacked him across the face. everyone laughed again and teased them both, toji smirking while nanami just looked mad.
then it was you and satoru. someone let out an “ooh,” and someone whistled while toji and sukuna went crazy.
“go get ‘em, satoru!” sukuna called, then everyone laughed again as nanami locked you both in the closet. you were going to be in there with him for the next seven minutes.
you sat with your knees to your chest awkwardly, right next to him in the dark and cramped space.
“hope you’re not claustrophobic.” he said jokingly, taking up most of the space because the boy was anything but small in his entire life.
“I am actually.” you replied, watching him whip his head around to you in the dark.
“really?” satoru asked—surprised and trying to compress himself into his side more.
“no.” you replied, laughing at his attempt to make himself a little smaller so you had more space. satoru’s surprised expression fell and he pouted, making you laugh even more.
“sorry. I just had to do it.” you replied, still laughing a little as satoru puffed back out and took up most of the space again. you didn’t mind, nothing felt out of place.
nothing felt out of place.
“it’s alright. I’m glad you’re not actually, would’ve been difficult to try and shrink for the next seven minutes.” he said, and you gave a small giggle once more.
“that’s very thoughtful of you.” you said. you didn’t expect satoru, a frat boy, to be so thoughtful. you kind of felt bad for judging him so much before you got together, even though the frat had a reputation. he did too.
“I’m just trying my best not to be a complete asshole. I don’t know what being claustrophobic feels like, but I do know it makes people uncomfortable.” he said, and you felt your heart clench. satoru had been nothing but amazing to you the past month you’ve talked to each other and spent time together, and you knew he liked you. you just didn’t want to believe it.
but something just nagged at you everytime he said he liked you. every single time he’s called you “my lady.” every single time he’s walked you to class and stayed up with you and every time he reassured you that you’d be an amazing engineer every single time you told him you were tired and couldn’t do it anymore.
something nagged at you, a voice in the back of your mind saying the difference between your worlds was just too great and that he wasn’t being genuine, like those popular guys in high school. that nagging voice that said that you were just too unpopular to be paired with a guy like him.
that same voice that’s kept you from doing what you wanted, deeming it “immature” or “impractical.” the same voice that’s left you shattered and safe at the same time all these years, the voice that was built on insecurity, hyper-independence, years of trying to be perfect, prepared for any unforeseeable circumstance in your life, and loneliness knowing that no one was there to console you every single time you felt down.
the same voice you’ve ignored once and ended up even more insecure and lonely and determined because of a boy you thought you had romantic feelings for, and thinking he felt the same.
he didn’t feel the same. he just had something to prove.
you didn’t know if satoru was the same, and you were feeling that same thing that once ruined you in your vulnerable stage of high school again.
you were scared, truthfully so. you knew how soft and vulnerable you could be once you caught feelings—you didn’t do casual stuff nor did you feel anything that was fleeting. what you felt for satoru right now wasn’t fleeting, and it scared you to death.
you didn’t want to be that same 18-year-old girl who’d faced such humiliation in front of her entire batch of peers just because some boy wanted fifty bucks. you didn’t want to be that fool again.
but you were starting to feel like that fool again, and as much as you hated it, you couldn’t stop it this time. it was satoru for fuck’s sake-
“hey, you alright?” satoru’s voice snapped you out of your self-deprecating train of thought. you blinked up at him, looking into the soft blues of his eyes that could rival the fanciest and prettiest shades of blue diamonds.
“satoru.” you called. so soft, satoru almost melted and pressed his lips onto yours right then and there.
“y-yeah?” he asked, suddenly feeling nervous. which was odd—so odd. gojo satoru didn’t get nervous around women in the slightest. if anything, it was the other way around. but nothing was ever normal with you—you disrupted his normal.
“did you mean it when you said you liked me?” you asked, expression calm as you looked into his eyes, and at his face for any hint of deception or hesitation at all.
satoru was about to answer, then the door swung open. you looked away and pulled back in a flash, seeing the almost disappointed faces on toji’s and sukuna’s faces.
“man, I fully expected the both of you to start fuckin’ in there.” toji said, sighing as he let out a puff of smoke.
“your bum ass is so disgusting,” satoru retorted, while the rest laughed again.
“don’t blame me! your ass has probably done that before,” toji replied and the rest laughed more.
you laughed along and got out of the closet first, then everyone eventually got bored of seven minutes in heaven.
looking subtly around the room, you noticed a girl on sukuna’s lap looking at yours and satoru’s direction, then she looked away. you remembered yuki introducing her to you as yume, which you introduced yourself to her as well. she was nice, but not too nice.
then, both of them went up to sukuna’s room and everyone started going home one by one, which was surprising considering the usual party at sigma chi meant having at least one or two people passed out in each area of the frat house.
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shoko had passed out drunk by the pool, so you went to go check to see if she was alright. she thankfully was, then suguru let shoko stay in his room. you knew shoko trusted suguru, but you went with her anyway and tucked her in before going back to sitting on the poolside. satoru found you eventually, carrying two red solo cups.
“there you are. shoko rest alright now?” satoru asked—finding you near the pool as you looked back to find him holding two drinks.
“hi. yes, she’s resting alright now.” you replied honestly, just waiting for him, sitting criss-cross apple sauce by the pool’s edge.
“figures. I got us some drinks!” satoru said, beaming with energy as he sat down next to you on the ground—letting his legs hang off the edge and into the pool after he took off his shoes and his socks. he didn’t care if his jeans got wet. he must’ve noticed the way you looked at him.
“y-you don’t have to drink it, though. it’s just there in case you want it.” he said. you gave a small nod, taking the drink anyway as satoru started drinking his own.
“what’s in this one?” you asked. meeting everyone wasn’t as bad as you thought, though satoru tells you they’re much meaner on a regular basis. you just had that effect on people, he says.
“just some hawaiian punch with vodka and gin.” satoru replied, downing his drink without a problem. you gave him that look, and he gave you an awkward grin.
“okay fine. mostly vodka and gin. you don’t have to drink it if you don’t wanna, I’ll happily drink it for you.” he said, shrugging as he continued drinking. you watched him for a moment, then shrugged and took a sip anyway.
satoru started talking about how your mid terms coming up, and you weren’t sure if you were listening. then, you remembered what you told him the first time you were paired up for your world art history class.
“satoru,” you said, treading carefully. “what did you mean when you said your parents weren’t around either?”
that question seemed to stop him for a minute. you held leaned back slightly, taking a sip of your drink as satoru looked over at you. you realized he wasn’t talking, then thought maybe you messed up.
“I’m sorry, that was out of line. you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to-” you replied.
“it’s alright, really. it’s okay.” he said, and you calmed down, just listening to him speak.
“they were always on some sort of work trip, you know? and on the rare days they’d be home, they’d ask me how school went if I was lucky.” satoru said—and it made your heart clench already.
“no ‘I missed you,’ and the ‘I love you’s’ rarely ever came. they’d tell me they love me, sure, but they said it like they were forcing themselves to. like they just did it because they had to.” listening to satoru’s words hit home for you.
“I guess it’s a pattern, huh? like they share the same brain.” you said, taking a sip of your drink. satoru looked at you, looking like he never expected that. like he never expected you to relate at all.
“you said your childhood was nice though.” he said, downing the rest of his drink. you gave a small scoff.
“sorry I lied. there’s… a lot to unpack. saying it in art class would’ve been embarassing.” you said, setting your drink down beside you. “it wasn’t all that bad I guess… I just didn’t learn to expect much from my parents.” you said. satoru looked at you, seeing the relaxed way you sat right now and the way you avoided making eye contact.
“I guess that’s pretty valid.” he said, and you gave a small chuckle.
“I just don’t get people who choose to have kids then just… leave them alone to figure life out like it’s some simple puzzle.” you said, and satoru snorted.
“your shit is heavier than I thought.” he said, and that made you giggle a little bit. “so I’ve been told.” you said. you sat properly then and took a sip of your drink.
“once, they told me I was lazy and a few other things because I felt okay with getting the second-highest score on a quiz when I was… what, nine years old?” you said. “never gone a day without studying since.”
satoru hummed and nodded. he could relate to the pressure of having to be in first place all the time.
“then, they got me into violin that same year. they told me to be better at it every time, so I practiced in between classes somewhere private and my back and neck would hurt so much that I couldn’t even eat dinner most times because I’d fall asleep studying on my bed.”
“then they discovered my drawings which made them happy because I was good at it, meaning they could brag about another skill their child had. they went on a lot of business trips too, so I was left with my aunt most of the time.”
“I had to make excuses for my parents because other people and teachers would see me go up on that stage over and over again with my aunt and her husband. people started thinking they were teen parents because they looked too young to be my parents.” you said with a small scoff, then took a sip of your drink again.
satoru’s heart ached for you, and at some point, your head ended up on his shoulder. you kept talking.
“then my dad cheated on my mom when I was in middle school, and she pushed me into more extracurriculars.” you said, laughing at the thought even more to avoid wanting to cry.
“I told them that I wanted to be an art major and she went into this huge fit about how most artists remained broke and that she wanted to retire early, hence the version of me that became an engineer.” you said, which shocked satoru once more—pulling back to look at you.
“she forced you to be an engineering major?” he asked, looking weird. you felt slightly surprised.
“well, kind of. but it’s fine, engineering was one of my options. it’s alright.” you said, suddenly feeling sad.
“she tried to keep me away from art entirely but I told her that the world art history class was mandatory when it wasn’t.” you said, giggling now. satoru remained shocked, but laughed with you.
“that’s pretty smart.” he said, laughing still as he pointed a finger at you. you shrugged, feeling lighter because you were laughing together. “what your parents did was not smart though.”
you continued laughing, then gave a small nod. “I agree.”
the silence settled between you two for a moment before you spoke up again.
“w-what about you? did you always want to play sports and be a finance major?” you asked, and satoru laughed a little again. he was the current soccer captain for the university’s collegiate level team.
“well, no. I wanted to be a scientist at some point, actually.” he said. “then they ignored the thought altogether and made me focus on sports.” satoru replied, and you listened carefully.
“they made me study for hours on end, then I’d have to go to soccer practice, and study again. they’d brag when I was at the top of my class, then compare me to the other kids if someone bested me.” he said. your brows furrowed.
“first of all, I’m sorry that happened. second of all, you were at the top of your class?” you asked—very much confused. gojo satoru, the one who’s been called out for being one of the students who were underperforming the most—at the top of his class at some point in his academic career?
“yeah.” satoru said, sheepish now that he was found out. “so then what happened in college?” you asked, still utterly confused.
“well… you happened,” he said. you went silent. “I first noticed you at a science fair suguru participated in in our third year. you won first place, I saw, but that wasn’t what drew me to you.” he said.
“I liked that your project was so practical. I liked that you made your project entirely of recycled materials, and the fact that it was so clean, put-together, and functional.” he said. you thought satoru was lying, but then thought it couldn’t be possible because he was saying stuff so vividly with so much detail.
your project had been a mini automated trash bin that could immediately detect if the trash was thrown correctly into the correct biodegradable or non-biodegradable bin. it wouldn’t say anything if you threw the right trash in the right bin, but if it detected trash that didn’t belong there—it’d immediately say, ‘stop! please get the trash out and put it in the correct bin.’ then list off specific materials that should belong in a specific bins.
you’d spent a month coding it, two weeks of trying to search for the proper materials to use because the school had a limited budget, and what you think is two days worth of crash-outs. you took pride in that project—it was a personal best that was displayed in your school’s archive.
“I liked the way your project was so thoughtful for the environment, how it was coded to perfection, how it could educate people and help with bigger issues at the same time-” satoru couldn’t gush about your high school project more because you’d kissed him already.
satoru was shocked for a moment, then you pulled away—looking like you couldn’t believe what you just did. then you started yapping.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that, it’s weird I know I-” you said, then satoru just cut you off with a kiss of his own as he wrapped your arms around your waist—effortlessly pulling you into his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
he slipped his tongue into your mouth—and you shut your eyes, letting out a soft groan as satoru took your glasses off.
when you pulled away, you panted softly as you kept your place on his lap. you felt warm and hot and bothered all over.
“satoru…” you said. “I know, baby. I know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” he said, looking so desperate in his own unique way.
“I want to do it. really, I do.” you said—and satoru let out a shaky sigh.
“okay. okay. tell me if I’m too rough, or if I’m hurting you, okay, angel? I’ll stop if you want me to. I promise.” satoru replied, and you smiled as you kissed him again. satoru let out a soft whimper, then his hands went to your hips—the other reaching down to your ass.
you whimpered, feeling satoru growing harder against your crotch as you rocked forward slightly.
“fuck, baby, be gentle, please.” satoru pleaded softly, groaning and moaning into your mouth.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” you replied, soft sounds getting more evident as satoru pulled away and started kissing down your neck.
“satoru… ngh-” you moaned softly. “did you- fuck,” satoru put both hands on your ass now, squeezing as you felt heat pool in your lower stomach and your cunt clench around nothing.
“what was that, baby?” satoru said quietly, his breath ghosting over your lips as he pulled his feet out the water, standing up as he lifted you up—making you wrap your legs around his waist, then he started walking inside the frat house and upstairs to his room.
you whined as satoru kissed you more, keeping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he walked up the stairs and to his bedroom door, then opened it and kicked it shut, locking it immediately and walking the few extra feet to his bed. satoru lied on his back—keeping you on top of him as his hands went to undo the buttons of your jeans.
he undid the zipper too, then slipped his hand into the waistband of your panties—rubbing your clit between his fingers. your back arched as you let out a moan, then you started grinding down on his hand.
“satoru, don’t tease.” you whined—seeing the stupidly handsome grin on his face. “sorry, angel. you just look so cute. you’re this wet and I’ve barely even touched on your clit. you’re that easy for me, hm?”
“n-no, you’re talking as if your dick isn’t- fuck, right there!” you gasped, feeling him slip a finger inside. satoru grinned even more, one hand palming your breast as he thrusted his finger in and out of your clenching cunt.
“what’d you say, angel?” satoru replied, looking straight at you as he thrust his finger into you faster.
“I’m gonna cum, toru, please-” you whimpered, damn near sobbing as satoru pulled his finger out—putting his thumb on your clit again. “no-!” you whimpered, feeling your cunt clench around nothing even more now.
“fuck, baby, she’s pulsing.” satoru groaned, feeling you rock softly on the bulge in his pants.
“satoru… I want you inside, please.” you whimpered again, kissing him desperately and getting off on the high of feeling his bulge press directly against your clothed cunt and his thumb on your clit.
“fuck, doll-” satoru groaned, kissing you back as he reached down—taking your shirt off, undoing your bra clasp, then flipping you both as your back hit his sheets. satoru put your legs on his shoulders, pressing his bulge forward as he started fucking you through your clothes. you moaned, feeling his hand squeeze on one breast and suck on the other.
“ngh, toru-!” you moaned, whimpering as you felt yourself get close.
“I know, baby- fuck, tits so perfect.” satoru went faster, and you moaned louder.
“satoruu!” you moaned, feeling your orgasm hit as satoru let out a grunt—thrusting forward a few more times, then stilling slightly as he let your breast go with a pop.
“you alright there, doll? you’re not tapping out on me yet, are you?” satoru grinned, taking his shirt off and grinning even more at the sight of your dazed expression ogling at his muscles.
“n-no…” you muttered softly, looking away, embarrassed. you weren’t even fully undressed, and yet you came with your jeans and your panties still on.
“you sure?” satoru said, licking your juices off his fingers. “fuck, you taste better than I could’ve ever imagined.” he said, leaning down to kiss you immediately. you could taste your juices on his tongue, and it got you even wetter somehow.
you moaned as he kissed you, reaching down as you tugged at the waistband of his pants. satoru laughed. “I know, baby. c’mere.” he said, peeling your jeans off you as he leaned down—burying his face in your damp panties.
“fuckkk,” he moaned—and you could feel your cunt clench around nothing. “smell so good. you’re this wet for me, baby?” satoru latched his mouth onto your clit, sucking through your panties.
“toru-!” you moaned, louder now as satoru’s eyes rolled back from the pleasure. he groaned, taking your panties off as he ate you out even more, flicking his tongue against your clit fast as his fingers thrusted in and out of you again at the same pace. “toru!! pleasepleaseplease,” you whined—back arching off the bed as you came again, making a mess on his face.
satoru lapped up every single drop, pulling away as he shoved down his jeans and his boxers in one go. he groaned as he started stroking his cock—already slick with cum and pre. your eyes widened.
all nine inches of him stood proud and tall, his tip a pretty flushed pink with the veins visible on his shaft—and looking so hard he was fucking twitching.
“like what you see, baby?” satoru grinned more, moving closer. you felt your cheeks heat up. “t-that’s not going to… mmph!” you moaned—feeling the tip graze your entrance as satoru leaned forward to grab a condom from his nightstand.
“you can take it, can’t you, baby? you’ve been so good f’me.” he said. you nodded, whimpering as he tore open the package of the condom, then rolling it onto his cock.
satoru coated himself in your juices—sliding his cock against your folds as his tip slipped into your entrance, then pulled back out and rubbed faintly on your clit again. “satoru, stop teasing- please,” you whimpered softly. satoru laughed, kissing you as he pointed his tip against your entrance.
“I’m gonna push in now, okay, baby? if you wanna stop, just tell me, yeah?” he said against your lips. you nodded, whimpering as satoru started pushing in—inch by inch. “satoru!” you whimpered, holding onto his shoulders tightly. “fuck- you’re so tight.” he moaned, and you whimpered—eyes shut tight as your back arched off the bed.
satoru bottomed out—his tip making out with your cervix as you panted, feeling light-headed. “you look like you’re tapping out on me, doll.”
“m-move, please, toru.” you whimpered, hands gripping tightly on his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist.
satoru didn’t need to be told twice. he pulled back, then thrust forward again—starting slow at first, then he eventually went faster—fucking you like you owed him something now.
“fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight-” satoru groaned, moving between your breasts as he sucked one of them into his mouth, then moved onto the other.
“t-toru, slow- down! pleaseplease,” you moaned—legs spreading wider despite yourself as your hips bucked up. satoru just went faster, and he doesn’t think he’s been so horny before.
“your pussy’s fucking amazing,” satoru groaned—fucking into you even more. “‘m close, baby- fuckfuckfuck-” satoru buried himself to the hilt and came, spilling into the condom.
satoru collapsed onto your chest, hearing you whine as he fucked into you more—your orgasm hitting as his eyes rolled back.
“toru…” you whined, feeling your pussy spasm and clench around him. “I know, sweets- fuck. you’re squeezing me so tight.” he said. satoru pulled out once things mellowed down, and you whined at the loss—seeing him tie the condom off and throw it nearby.
“you alright, baby?” satoru asked gently—lying down beside you as he pulled you to his chest. you sighed softly, pulling him into you more. “‘m okay.” you muttered, and satoru gave a soft laugh.
he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and just like that, the both of you fell asleep right next to each other.
you drifted off to sleep much easier than you usually would have, and the last you could think of was the fact that you were doomed. you were falling for satoru, and him, for you.
satoru woke up first when morning came. the sun wasn’t even fully up in the sky yet, but he could see enough of your sleeping form to think he wanted to marry you for multiple seconds. but he was plagued with enough guilt to think he didn’t deserve to do so.
not after he let his ego in the way. not after he made that bet with toji. not after he agreed to playing with your feelings for money that wasn’t even a quarter of what he considered pocket change.
satoru had always known he was a selfish and greedy bastard, and in the back of his mind, he knows that that would catch up to him someday, that something would maybe happen and that would maybe ruin him forever.
nevertheless, he shook his head mentally, sighing as he buried his face in your hair and went back to sleep—unaware of the message that said:
keiko: I miss you. come over?
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