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By the time you woke up, the driver seat beside you was empty and the van was parked just right outside the gas station. Likely enough, Satoru could be getting more necessities and gas, so you patiently waited.

When he returned, he opened the trunk to stuff all the things inside before moving to the front. Then when he noticed you, sitting up properly this time, he smiled and settled in. "How's sleep?"

"It's fi—"

"Sure it was fine, because you left your poor boyfriend to do all the work. Driving you, and bringing these necessities–..” Satoru yammered on while he started the car while you blinked annoyingly at him. You just woke up and the first thing you received was early ragebaiting Satoru once again. Just like every other day before things went wrong in this apocalyptic world.

"I demand compensation, my love!"

"... Could you give me a moment to refresh at least?"

"Oh yeah, sure sure." He reached for a snack and a bottle of water for you anyway despite his earlier ramblings. He wasn't seriously angry anyways, just wanting to poke fun until you burst.

As you snacked silently, Satoru shot an occasional glance at you from time to time while he drove. Almost as if he wants to ask something, as each look became slightly comical on purpose.

It went on until you sighed and finally faced Satoru, "Satoru. What?"

"Just wondering if you're cool with a zombie boyfriend."

"I mean, as long as you don't bite me, it's fine. But it doesn't mean I don't have my guard up around you though." You paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully to not offend him. "Just a tinsy bit, because you're still a zombie at the end of the day."

Satoru nodded with understanding as he continued to drive. Somewhat, he was glad that you were still on guard, even if he promised to never ever bite you. After all, he was still a zombie with zombie needs.

Like right now, his stomach grumbled for flesh. "Damn it, I should've gotten that raw meat in the store..." Satoru murmured, his head twitched while he drove ahead and obviously, you didn't leave it unnoticed.

Despite having your guard up, you still felt a little worried for him. He was a zombie now; there is still no antidote to reverse that and he will forever crave human flesh. But technically, this is an apocalyptic world. Life and death were the only options here.

"You know, Satoru, you can eat if you want."

Satoru paused. Not the driving, but his train of thoughts on how will he eat at all? ".. What do you mean by that?"

"You know.. If there's a human nearby, just.. Eat them?"

Satoru immediately stopped driving. Looking over at you with a bit of hesitation and.. Worried in a way. "But... I don't want you to see me like that. You might think I'll easily give into my hunger and possibly think I'll eat you too."

You sighed, "Well, Satoru, think of this as a food chain. We really don't have any other choice here. If people get eaten, they will either way. This... World is far off from saving, so might as well treat everything for survival, Satoru."

Processing your words, he got to thinking. Whether or not if you were fine with him eating someone, a person, he still felt hesitant. Almost scared to lose your trust in him, not when you two just got together again after months of separation.

Then, he began to drive. His eyes beginning to look out for any unsuspecting food walking by. Maybe more on resisting the urge to gaze at you. No, he had and will keep his promise to keep you safe. From everyone, from him.

By the time he finally found someone, unaware of being watched as they tried to look for help. But either way, Satoru took the pistol from you while you slept again. He lowered his window and simply made it quick.

"SHOOT!"

The body dropped and Satoru completely lost control. Fumbling to open the door quickly and rush out to feed himself. Biting, tearing, chewing. Kinda crunchy. Splatter of crimson splashed on his clothes, his cheeks smeared with them, and a crazed look in his eyes as he focused to eat till the bone.

By the time he finished, he dropped the bone back on the floor as he got up with a full stomach. Finally replenished and ready to drive again. He turned over his shoulder to glance at you, who once again, slept through the ride again. He felt relief for a brief moment, before taking off his shirt to wipe off the remnants of the blood and place it over the bones on the ground before returning to the car with his upper body now bare.

Eventually, you both eventually came to a stop at an abandoned convenience store. Well, not entirely abandoned actually. From the outside, the electricity was still on, operating normally. Just no one inside.

"Baby," He gently shook you, causing you to stir and rub your eyes before looking at him. Then the convenience store. "Is it safe?" You asked.

"I haven't checked it out yet, but I'll wipe out anyone inside if you want." He suggested, then you simply shook your head.

"No no, I'll do it. I've been sleeping the entire time anyways." Then you prepared your gun.

Satoru was about to protest, it was fine with him to do all the work. But then again, you have set your mind and he simply behaved with a nod. "Alright, just call me." He said as he gave you a light kiss on the cheek.

You felt warm at the sudden affection. It's been a while since you both shared affection with each other, and with things changed, like him being a zombie, it didn't seem to bother you at all.

───✧₊∘

After spending the entire day cleaning, rearranging the entire store, used all the materials that you and Satoru packed into the car before leaving the zombie-infested city behind, creating a large comfortable inflatable bed at the center of the store.

After finally freshening up with a quick shower, already clothed in pajamas you packed, you patiently waited for Satoru to finish up pasting newspapers all around the windows for privacy, leaving a tiny gap for them to glance at occasionally if there's an intruder or a zombie right outside the store (now turned into a temporary home).

"Done yet?"

"Yep, all done."

He plopped down beside you in bed, his hand reaching out to bring you over onto him. Maybe to cuddle, sure, you obliged anyway. Draping yourself over his body to chill while absentmindedly playing with his white strands as he instinctively leaned in with a hum while he looked down at you. Warm.

Maybe a bit too warm apparently.

After a few moments, you eventually glanced at Satoru, who was smirking all of the sudden. Yep, this isn't good.

"What is it?"

He didn't reply, just waiting for you to realize it yourself. And to be fair, something did feel different. Something gently protruding you by the hips. Curious you were, you pressed your hips against it. Accidentally eliciting a soft groan from Satoru. Oh. Shit.

You immediately sat up from his arms, your body settled on his hips while he smirked up at you. His hands now holding your hips to keep you still. "Noticed something, pretty?" His gaze held a mix of mischief and mock innocence.

"Really, Satoru? In the midst of chaos?"

"Pfft, midst of chaos my ass. We're safe here, princess." He winked, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek, coaxing you closer to his face. Lips just inches away from each other.

"Safe.. And sound..." Then he closed the distance between you two. Your soft lips melding with his, it felt cold at first—since he was basically the undead—but eventually warmed up after longer contact with your warm lips.

He took his time to relish you, to enjoy you after months of separation. He'll never let it go, honestly. "Mm, still sweet as ever." He lightly chuckled against your lips, then his hands gently pressed themselves against your hips. Silently hinting you to move, to which you obliged and began to grind against him.

With your delicate flower over his painfully hard bulge, gently applying pressure onto it as the friction got to him, he groaned once more as his hips instinctively responding to yours, synchronized. The heat of the friction began to dampen each other's lower wear, and it definitely made Satoru impatient and needy.

"Fuck, baby, I need you.." A husky whisper escaped his lips, the ache between your legs demanded his cock so badly. To enjoy and let loose after being on guard all the time.

Ah, fuck it.

You immediately discarded your clothes and his, throwing them away somewhere you can worry about later as you eventually returned back on top of him. Your bare back and rear facing him as you reached for his cock, stroking it to spread his leaking pre-cum to smoothen the penetration.

In the back of your mind, a little voice tried to remind you to wear him a condom. But both of you could care less about it right now when you're already in position. After a few strokes, you angled his dick to your rear hole until you felt his crown kissing the rim.

"Ah—don't tease me, baby... I really need this."

"Be patient, Satoru. It's just.. It's been a while, and I want to relish this as much as you do." And that shut Satoru up and let you do it by your pace.

Then, you sunk down onto him. Your back arching as you whimpered at the burn from his big cock stretching your poor little hole before Satoru stopped you by the base level of his length. His hands firmly holding your hips.

"Hey hey, slow down, I won't go anywhere, pretty girl." He cooed, running down his hand down from your waist to your hips in a comforting way. To silently say, 'take your time to adjust'. The thing is, really, you were just impatient.

Following his words, you eventually took your time to slowly sink down. His dick stretching you, as your walls melded to his length, molding to fit him and him only as it remained snug around him. "Fuuck.. So... Tight... Are you sure you can take this, baby?"

You only nodded mindlessly, giving yourself a moment to adjust and get used to his size again after months of no contact.

Then, you began to move. Groans, moans, and the wet plap-plap-plap! filled the room, the atmosphere turning heated despite the A.C was on full blast, causing you both to sweat. All you could focus on was his dick disappearing within each thrust, how deep it went, and how he slowly reached his hands to tease your nipples. His thumbs circling around them at the same time as it elicited a pleasurable whimper. Then moaning with a mix of whimpers when he flicked it.

"S..So sensitive..." Satoru laughed, finally sitting up as his hand on your hip slowly guided you to a faster pace while his other reached for your breast to knead it. "Even more responsive... I.. I wanna.."

Satoru winced at the sudden ringing sound in his ears, his hips still moving despite it as his eyes fixate itself on your bare shoulder. Smooth, plump, and had a bit of sweat over it. Satoru could feel how his teeth ache to bite you, feeling this connection below your hips and his wasn't enough.

You looked just... So... Delicious.

He's getting addicted. Both from how you moved with his dick, how tight your walls were that felt like it wanted to keep his cock still inside, and how your flesh looks delicious.

You knew it was risky. Yet you're here, riding a zombie's cock. Maybe you from the past months wouldn't believe you if you told them.

As you felt close to cumming, Satoru immediately sensed it. Snapping him out of his hunger for your flesh as he refocused his pace. More faster. His hand on your breast now moving to your sensitive clit as he began to rub it. "You cumming, pretty girl?"

"Y—Yes...!" You whimpered out desperately, making his lips smirk and simply press a kiss on your shoulder.

Yes, a kiss despite wanting to chew a chunk out of you. Then eventually, you both came altogether. His cum spurting through and mixing with your release as the two of you shared a long groan and moan until your bodies gave out.

With Satoru laying on the bed, while you laid on top of him. Incredibly exhausted and sore, adding up to her sore muscles from cleaning and arranging the convenience store that nearly would've faded if they didn't decide to fuck all of the sudden.

Satoru reached up to your head, gently running his fingers down your strands as he pressed kisses all over your face. A gentle apology after the intense session.

"There, there, pretty girl.. Just rest, I'll deal with the rest."

───✧₊∘

As you wake up from a long sleep, your body stiff against the mattress like you woke up from your coma recently. Your hands reaching to rub your eyes as you smelled a smoke that trailed towards the good Satoru was cooking. Surprisingly, he can cook.

"... Satoru?"

"Morning, baby," he spoke, plating your food and preparing a glass of water before walking to the inflatable bed. "Sleep well? I made you some breakfast."

You looked down at the plate he prepared, delicious. Then you looked up at him, still delicious.

Just kidding. Or not.

"What about you?" You asked, bringing a spoonful to your mouth and chewing as you listened.

"I'm good." He waved off. "Just be careful to not open a wound, okay? I don't want to make myself hungry for you again." He laughed lightly.

"... Again?"

Satoru paused to look at you. "Uh... Mis...spoke?"

"Misspoke! yes, totally that." He nodded, his gaze ignoring yours. Almost as if he was guilty.

You simply sighed anyway, it's not like that isn't normal. He was a zombie after all. "Either way, I'm quite grateful that you didn't try to bite me." You reassured him.

You lectured on and on that you understood his feelings. How he couldn't bring himself to stop being hungry for you, because he was a zombie after all. It was his nature.

Which eventually led him to sleep anyways. Just sleeping on the couch until you realized and stopped talking.

Getting up to wash the dishes, you leaned in to press a kiss on his temple before leaving shortly.

He smiled in his sleep. All warm and fuzzy.

Pausing his step to look at his own reflection in the glass of an abandoned shop, he was pale. His lips turn slightly greyish blue, followed by a tear on one side of his lips, which elongates his smile with a glimpse of his teeth. Then his eyes were mismatched; one was grey, and the other was still the same sky blue as they had been before.

And the source of his bite mark that made him a zombie?

On the side of his neck, a missing chunk of flesh left there, exposed. Those were the features that were only visible out in the air.

And that was something he was still slowly trying to adapt. The new look.

Before he could look into his features, he immediately caught a certain scent. Familiar.

The virus did deteriorate his undead brain, but that scent did leave an impactful print on his sense of smell. You.

By the time he realized, he immediately ran to the source. Stopping by a pharmacy mart with shattered glass walls, he stepped back a bit and leaned in for a peek. His eyes widened.

There you were. Sprinting to each shelf to gather medicines into your bag, with your pistol in your holster. Despite being extra cautious for any zombie within the area, you seemed to fail to give notice to him.

Satoru was in a mix of feelings. Missing you, needing you, and... Hunger.

Unfortunately for Satoru, his instincts as a zombie still had a hunger for humans. Or maybe flesh in general. He immediately smacked his head. C'mon, he's reuniting with his girlfriend here, and now he wants to eat her?

Well, depends on what way.

With a happy skip into the mart, he quickly went into hiding behind the display. A mischievous grin forming on his lips as he plans to surprise you.

By the time he jumped out when you were about to turn to the display where he was hiding, "BOO!" he exclaimed.

On instinct, your heart jumped and immediately pulled out your pistol to—

SHOT!

Satoru stood there, his arms still raised up as he blankly stared down at you. Then reaching his shoulder where you shot him. It only took you seconds to realize before you dropped your gun. Your eyes widened.

He's here? After all this time?

"Wow, what a way to greet your boyfriend," he said monotonously before he let out a light chuckle and approached you. Only for you to step back.

"What? Not used to a fully conscious zombie?"

Your mind was immediately filled with theories and questions, not wanting to melt up to him, even when you wanted to.

Is he an advanced zombie and plans to trick me into his arms and eat me?

Why can he speak? Why... Why at all?

"Helloooo, Earth to [name]. Your boyfriend wants a kiss as an apology for leaving him," he winked playfully, then tapping his offering cold cheek.

Right. Back months ago while you were having chemistry class with Satoru, that was when the apocalypse began to spread rapidly. By instinct, Satoru immediately pushed you away to safety as he tried to fight back against the zombie.

As you were grabbed by your friend to leave the classroom, the last thing you saw him was being bitten by the neck.

"I'm not giving you one," and he gasped dramatically.

"And besides, you pushed me."

"I was being your knight in shining armor." He batted his eyelashes at you before feigning a knight stance.

"Wow, and you're a zombie, so I'm wondering why you're not trying to eat me." You spoke, unimpressed as you reloaded your pistol and picked up your bag of supplies.

"Oh, stop that, you pervert. You want me to eat you right here in this mar—"

"Not in that way."

Satoru could only snicker, already following after you like a puppy as you continued to gather more supplies and necessities, but eventually decided to make himself useful by picking up a spare bag in the storage room of the pharmacy before basically shoving everything into the bag. "Anything else, sweets?"

"A lot on our list," you went over to Satoru to explain your plan.

With Satoru's advantage of being untouchable from other zombies, he'll have to leave and find them a vehicle. Somewhere they could stay and keep on the move, maybe preferably a van.

"Such a lot of work, and we just met after months!" Satoru pouted, which made you sigh.

"We will after we settle things down, Sat."

He simply grinned and gave you a peck before skipping away. Which leaves you back on survival mode, pistol out and aimed at whoever is within the mart.

After a few minutes, Satoru eventually pulled up with a large van. A grin on his face, longer with the tear on the edge of his lips as he pulled down the window. "Get in, pretty."

Immediately, you threw the bags and crates of the necessary supplies of food and needs before entering the van.

But of course, you can't seriously expect Satoru to have a clean and proper drive. Instead, he kicked the accelerator, and the van immediately sped off the road. Hitting the zombies who were too slow to react, as Satoru took delight in it.

Eventually, it became a normal drive as you both reached the exit of the city. Fewer zombies were seen beyond the city, but weren't as many as there were in the city.

As the exhaustion caught up to you after months of having to keep on guard, you eventually let slumber take you away to dreamland. Your eyes closing, your body now lay still against the car seat as Satoru decided to press a button and let the seat you were on lower down to lay you properly.

While he drove, he took his chances to look over to see you. But this time, he stared down at you with a grin slowly forming on his face. His eyes looked down at your form as his head twitched.

Quickly, he slapped himself. His hand, lingering on his head as he clutched his hair while continuing to drive with his other hand. Boy, was he hungry.

Hungry in both ways, but for one thing. His mouth watered when his mind flashed your soft flesh, despite fighting the urge to look at you again.

He wasn't going to deny being an innocent zombie anyway. He did eat humans before, though purely out of survival instincts. But his desire for you was a want.

And now, he got a little too excited by the thought.

Everybody clap because the next part is likely going to be a smuh chapter ‼️

Until eventually as time grew, his acting skills improved. Thanks to you, being his special audience AND his judge. As well as the times you both watched movies together, your eyes wandering over to Satoru and noticing how fixated his gaze was to the emotional scene showing on the large screen. His hand—intertwined with yours—absentmindedly rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb while his head was on your shoulder.

"Look how good they act, baby. They really captured the moment of... Grieving over the dog." Satoru spoke with wonder, while you were basically busy sniffling at the scene. When he looked over, he chuckled quietly and offered you some tissues. "There there, breathe before you pass out of crying."

It was a daily habit for Satoru to sneak out during the night when his parents were asleep. Most of the times, he wasn't caught since his parents often woke up late in the morning. But for the times when his mother happens to be awake during that night to do the potty, Satoru received a scolding or a disciplinary slap.

He's grown sick of it for such a long time. He was suppressed, his urge to burst was ticking like a ticking bomb. But what can he do? But at least, you were there. You were there when he needed someone. Each time he ranted and opened up, you could tell his mental health was deteriorating. But kept his sanity just for you. He loved you, so so much.

Later on through months, movie after movie, Satoru eventually developed a kink where he wants to try out any new sex positions he learned after watching a movie with consensual porn scene.

Satoru often reasoned, saying "Oh, it's for my acting skills." But, you already knew what he truly meant anyway and indulge his wants. Because basically, it was your wants too.

"Fuck—ahh.. Baby, you're squeezing me too fucking tight..! Shit.." He groaned, his hands holding your legs under your knees to keep you pinned against the bathroom wall while his hips thrusted with need. His eyes locked onto your face for reactions if he did it right.

Too right, actually. You were completely out of it. Just moaning and moaning until it transitioned to a loud whimper when he adjusted your position on his cock. Causing his length slide in deeper, his tip kissing your cervix everytime he thrusted. If there was a word that could describe the state you are in, it was cockdrunk.

"You liked that, baby? Say that you liked it." He whispered against your ear, knowing how helpless you were when you just tiredly murmured out. You don't remember which round you two are in, you don't know how many positions you both newly tried out. Your poor wet pussy was overstimulated by the heating friction, yet you still accepted him in.

Eventually, you both called it a night and slept together in your room. Your back snuggling up to his chest while he spooned you under the warm blankets. If life couldn't get better than this.

Awakened by an alarm clock, Satoru grumbled with his face scrunching up at the offending noise. Then for a moment, he paused. Trying to make himself realize whatever was strangely bothering him.

Until, he suddenly rose up. His eyes widening before glancing at the clock.

Shit.

It was eleven fucking AM. He was so, so screwed.

Without a word, he planted a kiss on your temple while you stayed asleep as he quickly got up and wore back his clothes before he snuck out of the window and parkoured his way down to the grass before he sprinted off to his house. He didn't mind the snow that was freezing him up without his forgetten cloak back in your house. All he had in his mind was to go home and hopefully, hopefully, his parents wasn't awake at this time in the morning.

But to his luck, Satoru's mother stood by the door with a hanger in hand when he arrived. Her face, furious as she went towards him and began to hit him.

"What did I say about sneaking out again?! Have you lost your mind, Satoru?! Answer me!" His mother yelled, with Satoru raising his hands to keep his face from getting hit. "If you're back to those stupid, stupid movies, I'll remind you why you will never ever be an actor!"

... For once, Satoru didn't feel fear. No.

Each hit was ticking to his incoming burst. Without you here, he was about to go insane. Growing tired, sickenly tired of being suppressed and being mocked by his own dream of becoming a star.

───✧₊∘

Later on in the afternoon, you were on your way to check up on Satoru. You were worried for him when you woke up to see an empty space beside you in your bed, which pushed you to get ready and get clothed into your winter clothes before making your way to his house.

And when you did, stepping through the gate for the very first time, it was eerily silent. Until you see the familiar white-haired head pop out through the open gap of the door.

"Oh, hey there, sweets." Satoru spoke, in his usual overly sweet and playful tone. But for some odd reason, the look in his eyes was different.

Despite his grin and his tone, the look in his eyes was... Distant. The house was oddly silent for once, considering the fact everytime you walked by his house, it was always in complete chaos. Pans against pans clanking, his mother's usual irritated tone, and birds flying away from his house's roof when it got too loud inside.

But now, it was quiet.

"Hey there, Sat." You began, slowly walking towards him while you looked around the place. "Look, I came by to check on you, because I was worried. I didn't see you in bed when I woke up."

Satoru's grin dropped. Quickly slipping through the door gap to walk over to you and hold you firmly by the shoulders to stop you from entering.

"Oh. Is that so?" He asked, tucking the hair behind your ear before he warmly smiled and hugged you. Nuzzling his face into your neck, as if needing your presence's comfort as he sighed. "I'm sorry, sweets. I left because I forgot to slip back into the house after our night together."

"But don't worry though."

"Mom isn't angry anymore."

You froze in spot when you processed them, watching how Satoru eventually pulled away with a warm smile on his face while smoothening out of your hair lovingly with his red stained hands. Yet again, his eyes felt distant.

"Satoru..."

"Yeah?"

"Could you.. Tell me what you mean by that?"

Satoru paused, looking into your eyes that looked genuinely concerned for him. "... Let's just say I can be the star that i wanted to be now."

"But your mother-..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, she's dead!"

His sudden burst of tone got you startled, but when it processed in your mind, you backed away from him. Pushing him with all your might while you backed away with sudden fear in your eyes.

Satoru—who stared down at his chest where you pushed him—took a moment to take it in and regulate his emotions. Not wanting to hurt you as he realized his mistake and eventually looked up at you with worry in his eyes.

"I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that." He stammered, reaching for you as he held your wrists tightly, leaving crimson marks from the stains on his hands. His eyes widening when you no longer looked at him the same as before.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please!" He pleaded, slowly dropping on his knees as he held you by your leg. His eyes welling up with tears as he looked up at you pitifully. "Don't leave me.. How can I become a star without you?"

You were troubled. You knew you couldn't be with him when he's clearly out of his mind. Yet, you couldn't bare the guilt of leaving him like this. His cries were as nearly the same as the ones you heard back then he ranted away his problems to you.

And then...

You stayed. And before you knew it, you were standing right beside him onstage. With his arm wrapped around your waist, while his other hand raised the trophy of winning The Best Actor Awards, with crowds cheering and clapping.

You stared at Satoru, who reveled in the cheers and your presence that stood beside him since the beginning.

"First of all, before I could give thanks to my team. I would like to first thank my wife," Satoru glanced over at you lovingly as the audience cheered once more. "For being with me since the beginning. For giving me hope and encouragement to become the star that I am today."

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

After his speech and the event, you and Satoru went to the backstage as the staff began to clean up. His assistant carefully taking the trophy from Satoru to be placed in the waiting van.

As Satoru was about to enter the vehicle after you went inside first, a man in a black formal suit approached Satoru. A middle-aged man with greys as he greeted and congratulated Satoru for his win.

"Man, I know you went through a lot to give such a heartfelt speech and the gratitude you have when you received the trophy."

"Say, why don't we cover your story into a movie, Mr. Gojo?" The guy spoke, offering Satoru his business card as he inspected it closely.

You froze when you heard the man's words, slowly looking over at Satoru who glanced over at you at the same time.

For a moment, he then smirked and faced the man.

"Yeah, let's do it."

If you could recall the very first time you asked Satoru if he could ease the ache between your legs, his face immediately lit up from the book he once buried his nose in. It was humorous, really. Though the more you thought about it, the more you seemed to notice from that exact moment. It wasn't just excitement, but something darker than that. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

But putting that thought aside, the main question that stayed in your head after your first sexual experience with Satoru was, How the hell was he so good?

It would've been understandable if he were experienced. But by the time he lifted his head from your delicate folds, he kept the shy nerdy persona again as he slowly looked up at you. "That was... My first time."

First time? From the way he gripped your thighs wide apart, practically making out with your cunt like his life depended on it. Then putting special attention on your clit while his fingers slid in and out smoothly from your slickness. You could've sworn you were in heaven, your hand gripping the furniture beneath you while your other clutched a handful of his hair. Which he didn't mind; his entire focus was on you. Just doing what felt right as he continued, angling his long fingers to reach a certain spot that made you shudder.

"Fuck...! Satoru, right there...!" You whimpered, teetering on the edge of climax as he fastened his pace.

Then, a loud moan of his name left your lips as your back arched and eventually came. Misbehaving Nerdjo was; he lightly smirked as he pulled away from your clit and continued to furiously pump his fingers to overstimulate your already sensitive pussy. Causing a messy splatter of your cum on the floor and his palm.

Only for him to eventually pull away, clean you with a cloth with gentle pats, and look at you shyly with a smile. "That was... My first time."

In that exact moment, you didn't bother to try to contradict his words and just rested on the furniture limply. Catching your breath as Satoru leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your temple and said, "Sleep well."

As for Satoru, after the heat session, he busied himself by washing the used cloth. His mind kept recalling that moment. The first intimacy. He could've sworn he was getting insane in that moment. The more he felt you, the more his obsession worsened. It took his entire strength to not falter from his usual nerdy persona in front of you, not to show you his entirely different side that yearned for you so dangerously.

Just thinking about it again made him rock hard. But he wasn't going to make his way with you, not when you're sleeping. It wouldn't be fun. He was going to be patient until you wake up. Good things come to those who wait, after all.

Earlier, Satoru happened to miraculously leave his dorm for once. Holding a tiny gift in his hands as he walked with slight joy and a big nerdy smile on his face. He recently found out it was your pet's birthday, and he wanted to give them a gift. Though, it was more on trying to impress you and get you both into closer terms. Just a single smile from you can make this gift all worth it, damn the expense.

As he was about to reach your locker, he quickly noticed a student just by it. Immediately taking a step back without a noise as he slowly peeked over the edge to observe the student's actions.

The student, namely Kei, who happened to be one of Satoru's classmates. Aside from that, he was also one of the people that may have made fun of him too. Not that Satoru could care much about it; he could tolerate it. But the one thing he couldn't tolerate, was someone trying to give a gift to you before he could.

His eyebrows narrowed as he observed Kei, who was fixing his appearance and inspected his own gift. Why do all that for simple gift-giving? Satoru couldn't help but sprout a thought of jealousy in his mind again.

Shortly after, you finally reached your locker. A gasp left your lips as you received the gift from Kei, who smiled and greeted your pet, "Happy birthday."

"Awh, thank you, Kei. You're the first one to give a gift for her birthday." You smiled gratefully, the entire interaction making Satoru's heart clench out of frustration and possessiveness.

But what made his heart clench even more, was the fact that the gift you received from Kei was the exact same as what Satoru was about to give you. A specific collar you once posted a few weeks ago, captioning that you wanted to buy it for your dear pet, but only to be stopped by the heavy price.

"Oh my gosh, the collar I wanted!" you exclaimed, with Kei lightly chuckling at your reaction.

"I'm glad you liked it," Kei replied with a friendly smile.

"'I'm glad you liked it' What is she, the pet?" Satoru quietly mocked as he rolled his eyes. Turning around as he stormed off with powerful stomps, the kind that caught nearly everyone's attention. No one saw Nerdjo storming off like that, not when he's usually so shy to even express his own inner feelings.

Which now led him here. Satoru looked around the hallways, then checked the time on his watch. 2 AM. He still has time—the time to clean and dispose of the body.

Drag. Dig. Bury.

Wipe. Clean. And return back to his dorm.

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By the time the next day came, Satoru quietly entered the classroom with hands on his backpack straps. His head low, with his gaze stuck to the floors he walked on.

As he settled down at his desk, silently setting up his usual school materials on his table, he overheard a couple of classmates speaking in the background.

"Did Kei arrive yet?"

"Strange. He's always early."

"True... It's also his birthday soon..."

Satoru could only gulp silently, his mind flashing the memories last night until he shook his head. And before he knew it, their teacher entered the classroom with sorrow.

"Class, I have unfortunate news to share with you all."

Satoru froze. Then glanced at others. Somewhat internally panicking, as if everyone already knew it was him all along.

"... Kei is currently missing. No footprints, no footage from the CCTV cameras. It was temporarily down, due to malfunction."

Everyone began to whisper and chatter. Some in shock, some in worry.

"However, we've contacted the police, and as we speak, they are currently doing an investigation upon this matter."

And that made Satoru's heart drop. Looking down at his hands, rubbing them against each other as if to wipe the blood he once had last night.

He didn't feel bad. He felt nervous. The fear of being found guilty.

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After classes ended, Satoru eventually walked out of the building. Being noticed by Shoko and Suguru from the distance, they immediately lightened up after seeing Satoru out in the air.

Just when they were about to approach them, Satoru simply walked past them. As if they were strangers. As if they haven't met at all.

"What the hell...?" Suguru muttered, with Shoko only sighing and placing her hand on his shoulder. "Let's not... Push him."

"No, no, this isn't normal." Suguru turned to her. "Haven't you noticed? Earlier when Sir Yaga announced Kei's disappearance?"

"Satoru's hands, they kept rubbing and rubbing. It wasn't even cold inside. And the way he's staring, it's almost as if he's found guilty!"

"You think we should talk to him about it?" Shoko asked, both of them staring at each other for a moment before sprinting off to where Satoru went.

As they reached him, Suguru quickly yanked Satoru's shoulder. Causing him to turn to them with a startled look. And before he could speak, Suguru spoke up first.

"Look, Satoru, it's time we clear things up. Why are you ignoring us? You weren't like this before. You were always up to hanging out with us, and now... You're acting as if we're strangers."

Satoru tried to reply, then Suguru interrupted again. "And earlier, when Sir Yaga was sharing the news about Kei... You looked like you were going crazy. Rubbing your hands, staring into nothingness..."

"It's... It's as if you were the cause of Kei's disappearance!"

Then, Satoru froze at his words. He hit a sensitive spot. He could only stare at Suguru and Shoko, his mind starting to twist and interpret them accusing him. Causing him to narrow his brows and look at them with irritation.

"... You wouldn't understand," was all that Satoru said before he left, running to the dormitory building. Leaving Suguru and Shoko, confused with his words.

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Months after the confrontation, Satoru became addicted. Fixated. Drinking in every picture you posted, reminiscing and recalling every interaction with you throughout the school year. You both were slowly getting close, all according to his plan. Even if he had to step out of his comfort zone to bond with you.

As his feelings grew into an unhealthy obsession, he stopped attending gatherings with his friends and rarely answered his family's calls. Slowly cutting his contact with Shoko, Suguru, and others. In his mind, nothing mattered more than staying by your side, even if it meant leaving the rest of his life behind.

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Lately, you began to notice something strange. A pattern.

Every student you talked to always goes missing by the next day.

You didn't want to sound crazy or anything, but it began ever since you and Satoru became together. Yes, Satoru recently confessed to you last month. While not exactly voicing out his actual and deeper kind of love to the point of obsession, you reciprocated his feelings back and became a thing.

No no, you weren't gonna pin the blame on Satoru. Why would he be the one to do that? You even had to pinch yourself for even thinking that way. Satoru was a good guy, just a cute nerd as your boyfriend. Right?

But as the tenth student went missing, everyone began to distance themselves from you. They also seemed to notice the pattern. The way most of the missing students' last person to talk to was you, people began to think it must be a curse. You didn't know why, but it's been upsetting you lately. Even your friends began to make excuses, saying they can't hang out yet because of studies.

And to know that they were lying was worse. Just recently posted photos of them at the arcade, together without you, your heart only clenched in sadness.

The only one who didn't leave you behind, was Satoru. Who was more than welcome to welcome you in his arms, letting you vent your confusion why everyone became so distant towards you at school.

As much as it hurts him to see you sad, what mattered to him more was he didn't need to worry about people approaching you like they think they're allowed to. It was basically an unspoken rule from him.

"I'm sorry it had to be that way, baby." Satoru comforted, kissing your temple as he tugged you into a hug. Your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around you, sniffing your scent he now memorized by heart. A wicked smile forming on his lips. "Maybe it's fate's way of saying that there are a lot of fake people nowadays. It may hurt now, but at least it won't hurt by the time the truth comes out later on." Said Satoru, keeping his comforting tone despite his satisfied smile.

"... You won't have to worry about me leaving though. I'm all yours." He whispered, planting another kiss on your shoulder. You felt safe and comforted. Still unaware of his doings as you stayed in his arms. You believed his words, even if it stung slightly. But at least he was there for you.

"... Satoru?"

"Yes, baby?" — S.

"... I know this may sound random... But whenever you excuse yourself to go out by midnight, like the other nights, what do you actually do? I mean... Just asking, really."

Satoru paused, processing your words as his mind went to thinking. Luckily for him being a nerd (and a murderer), he could simply find an excuse in just a minute to keep the flow of conversation smoothly.

"Ah, it's because of a favor of a family friend, y'know? I'm basically being paid to do it, and it has to be done by midnight because it's the only time that he and I will be free."

Then, Satoru waved his hand. "No need to worry about my sleeping schedule, baby. I'll try to finish the favor faster, so I can sleep with you together every night, okay?"

You could only smile and nod, leaning in to press a quick peck on his lips. Which slowly turned into a long passionate kiss after he leaned in and placed his hand on the back of your head.

Every physical touch he makes with you, his obsession grows every second. The more he took the time to appreciate you, the more he felt crazy over you. It may have been a month together, but to him, it was years. Years of yearning for you until he finally built up the courage to confess. The plan to get together took a little long, but it was worth it. Even if it had to deal with people in the way, all he had to do was pick up a knife and do the work to never let them bother you again.

To Satoru, it was basically normal to him. A routine. The practices ease of pulling the body to the hole he dug, the casual wipe and clean the remnants of his doings. It was the only way to cope with his jealousy.

"Mmh.. Heh, okay okay, it's getting late. You might get a little handsy now." You eventually pulled away, with Satoru playfully pouting at the departure of your lips, but obliged with your words as you both cuddled in each other's arms in bed.

Still debating if I should keep this ongoing series or finalized it here with this part. 🤔🤔🤔 ANYWAYS, hope u enjoyed it 🥹🥹🥹.

As months go by, everyone in school seems to be welcoming towards you. Your experience seems to be smooth sailing, no dramas yet, just fun with your friends.

... And this stupid homework that's been giving you a headache for a while. Supposedly, you were going to submit it since yesterday. But your professor handed it back to you, insisting on reviewing your work and proofreading afterwards.

Then, you chatted with your friend, Shoko. Asking for help or tips on how she managed to submit her work without the professor handing it back to her after a quick, calculating glance at the paper. To which she recommended you, Nerdjo.

After getting his number from her, you eventually sent a text. It was late at night; you wouldn't expect him to reply immediately. But in hopes you were.

"Hey Gojo! I'm sorry for texting you this late ><... But I was wondering if I could ask you for a little help on my paper?"

seen.

"Already?" you muttered in surprise, your eyes fixated on his incoming reply.

"Sure."

"Dorm room number?"

That's strange. He's willing to come to your dorm at this time? But then again, you didn't mind. Maybe that's how he helped Shoko. So then, you sent the details to him and waited patiently.

Then... A knock.

You quickly got up from your bed, straightening your silky pajamas before rushing towards the door.

As you opened it, there was Satoru. Funnily enough, he was also wearing his own pajamas. He awkwardly scratched his nape and looked down. "Ahem, sorry if I'm underdressed."

You quickly waved down your hand. "Pfft, don't be. I'm also in my pajamas anyways." He slowly smiled, then silently followed you to your room.

Then, his little tutoring session began. Explaining your wrongs, gently correcting you, and occasionally holding your hand to guide your writing. You could do it yourself; however, Satoru wanted to find an excuse to touch you. He nearly felt his heart skip at first.

"Wow... I could never understand this without you. Thanks, Gojo." You smiled, making Satoru smile with controlled giddiness as he looked away. "It's nothing, really."

"Ah! Let me pay you for your session."

As much as Satoru wanted to make this first session with you for free, you already left the room to get your purse.

But then, an idea popped up in his mind. Getting up from the chair and taking out his phone as he searched around your room. Taking a picture of your perfume, your interests' merch on display, and more.

Then he became daring. Slowly moving to the closet to peek and snap a picture whatever he finds. He had to be quick though, you were already taking a bit long and likely to come back soon.

But then again, you wouldn't happen to notice if one of your clothing goes missing, right?

...

Eventually, you paid Satoru and bid each other goodbye before he left your dorm. Finally, you were able to sleep peacefully without worrying about your assignment being unfinished.

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∘₊✧─── ( Warning ⚠ This is a smut part! )

Back in Gojo's dorm, he urgently locked his door. Leaning against it as he stared into nothingness, his thoughts rising in a mix of thrill and disbelief as he placed a hand over his chest where his heart thumped crazily.

"Oh, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru!... You must be insane for stealing her panties! This is low, even for you..!"

Despite this, he couldn't help but feel all hot and bothered. His guilt now giving way for his horniness as he reaches for his pocket, taking out the used panties of his own crush and placing on his face as he sniffed the scent he's been imagining these past months.

"Mmh..." Satoru hummed, using his other hand to palm himself. Feeling the warm pressure of his bulge that grew harder the more he sniffed and imagined... "Ah, fuck..."

Then, he eventually undressed himself. Feeling impatient as he wrapped the used undergarments around his sensitive length, gently and carefully tightening it until he whimpered softly. "H-Hnn..!" He felt dirty, yet felt so good at the same time. Slowly stroking himself as he panted softly, his scent mixing with hers on the fabric. The leaking precum dampened the cloth as he picked up the pace. The more he went, the more he felt obsessed like a man possessed.

He bit his lower lip, trying to prolong the pleasure by holding back his release. "Ah-ah! Oh shit.. Hnn-Fuck... [name]... [name]!" He whined, just imagining how you'd tease him. Slowing the pace on purpose. Building up his climax, only to release his cock abruptly to make him whine and beg for it. Oh, how he wouldn't mind that kind of treatment from you.

"Please... Give it to me... I want this... I want you!"

"Aack-! F-Fuck!" His load shot through the fabric, moaning uncontrollably as he painted the undergarment with his fluids. Panting heavily to catch his breath before he lay slumped on the mattress, his eyelids falling heavily. His entire energy was completely depleted.

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The next day, back in school. Satoru wasn't around. You've noticed. Usually, his spawn points were his locker, the very corner of the library, or the classroom. His nose would be buried in books and his hands were always holding a pen or a highlighter.

Maybe he didn't attend school for today. Or so you thought.

The entire time, Satoru has been watching you silently. No, he couldn't bring himself to show up to you. Not after what he did last night.

But one thing for sure was his feelings for you were becoming increasingly worse. His eyes monitored every student who talked to you the entire day, like a CCTV camera. His hands clenching tightly at the sight of every guy talking to you, nearly to the point of his fingernails creating a cut on his palms.

"Why is he talking to her? Why the hell isn't he leaving yet?"

Satoru has been trying to keep it low. But sometimes, he couldn't help himself but felt like ripping his hair out every time a student approached her. The way they easily got her smile and laugh. Or the way they can easily hold up eye contact with her.

Whenever the same student happened to walk by him, they noticed how Satoru stared down at them. It wasn't like the nervous nerd he usually was before, no. It was as if they committed the biggest crime against him.

These past few days, his friends eventually noticed his renewed self. His constant need of being alone. The excuse of being busy with studies and projects, even on days of holidays or weekends. Shoko and Suguru could only glance at each other, as if internally having a conversation on how to get Satoru out of his shell again.

They were usually the ones who would help Satoru build his comfort space with them, learn a bit of social skills with them, even if it's only limited to close friends only. Nevertheless, it felt quite a waste to return back to square one after progress.

"Could you two stop bothering me? Look, I'm busy and I will join you guys whenever I want to. I don't want to go to the movies and the arcades right now." Satoru nearly snapped before slamming the door shut at them. Leaving them both staring at each other, sighing and parting ways as they silently canceled the plan of going out like usual.

Might thinking of creating this as a series... 🤔 anyways... Lowk my first time writing smut, please don't judge me 😞💔 BUT im open to learn 🤗🤗 PLEASE SUGGEST ANY HC OF YANDERE NERDJO 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀

Every morning you woke up to, you were always greeted with the sight of Satoru checking up on the baby, since the crib was in the same room as the two of you. First-time parents worry over something as little as a whine. You both got into action immediately.

During the times whenever Satoru was away for his missions, you occasionally sent him pictures of every update.

"Sato in his playpen. :))"

"He misses you, love. :("

"Finally wearing the bear onesie you bought him, love. :D"

You both took turns in responsibilities. Despite Satoru's busy schedule of being a sorcerer, having missions being casually tossed to him, training his students, dealing with boring meetings from the higher-ups, etc., he still insisted on changing the baby and playing with little Sato. Every time mattered. People will never know what time awaits them; wasn't it just best to spend every second with someone you loved?

Whenever Sato slept in his little crib, you both spent the time cuddling. You silently listened to Satoru's yapping session, your head on his chest while his hand played with the strands of your hair. Yammering about his missions, his students, even bringing souvenirs for you and little Sato.

You giggled when you saw baby Sato wearing a miniature souvenir hat that fit his tiny head, lightly smacking Satoru, who laughed along with you. "What?! He looks adorable in it!"

Time fast-forwarded to when Sato began his first steps. While you were busy cooking for lunch, Satoru—who miraculously happened to have a free day from work—played with little Sato. Giggling and babbling softly while he clumsily urged his father to play with him. Which he did, 'choo choo trains' or some role-playing about a prince and princess.

When Satoru happened to find the urge to go to the bathroom, he quickly got up and leaped over the playpen. His foot happened to hit the mini door open, which he didn't notice.

Sato—who was confused why his father suddenly left—began to whimper softly. You didn't notice, since all you heard was the food sizzling on the pan. As Sato waited longer, he eventually gripped onto the edge of the playpen, slowly standing up on his little baby legs. Shaky, but progress.

He whined for "Papa" louder, which eventually caught your attention. You paused your cooking, making sure you weren't being a paranoid parent, until the second "Papa!" whined out. You and Satoru locked in and immediately ran to the playpen in sync.

And here he was, walking in a wobbly way while his little hands reached to you both with a happy grin, showing his gums. You both gasped; little Sato taught himself how to walk! Which made Satoru smirk.

"That's my boy! See, the Gojos are advanced through genes!" He declared with smugness in his tone, to which you only rolled your eyes playfully and began to record little Sato. "Over here, Sato! You can do it!"

You both clapped, making Sato giggle, which only made him fall on his little butt on the floor. You quickly sent a glare at Satoru, who stifled a laugh and took a deep breath. "It's okay, Sato. You did your best." You praised him softly, lightly pinching Satoru's side. Sato seemed confused at the action but, nevertheless, still stayed happy at the comfort.

During the nights of the nonstop wailing of Sato, seemingly because of nightmares, you and Satoru took turns in coddling Sato to sleep. It was a reminder that having a baby isn't just a source of happiness but a sense of responsibility when moments like these come up. A reminder of having to solve every problem that an infant can't solve itself.

"It's fine; I'll take care of it." He kissed your temple softly, his words giving a slight acknowledgement of your exhaustion from doing house chores and tending the baby all day. You felt bad, since he was also tired from his missions; you both already had this discussion about balancing responsibilities. But nowadays, he's been giving way for you.

...

You can't tell why.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you.

"... Mom?"

You immediately snapped out of your senses and looked at Sato. "Ah, yes, honey?"

"I'm done setting the flowers up near dad's tombstone."

Right. Time to light up the candle, pay your respects, and go home. Like every weekly visit, you and Sato—who is now ten years old—have committed ever since Satoru's death years ago.

"When I grow up, I want to be just like Daddy! A hero!" Sato exclaimed, to which you could only chuckle lightly and place a hand on his shoulder. "You will be, Sato. I know you will be."

As the doctor suggests, you were told to take at least two weeks off from work. Hire or assign someone to be second in command to handle the company, someone strict to shape them up, and relax somewhere... In Japan!

So then you did. Everything was settled. All instructions were now said to your second in command, who simply nodded and reassured you that once you come back, the company will be strictly professional and maintain good performance for what is assigned to them.

Which made your mind feel slowly at ease. You smiled and said, "Thank you. One more thing," You took out a paper note and wrote down your phone number before handing it to them. "If you ever need help yourself or ask permission from me, you can talk to me with that phone number."

"Though, do keep it at a minimum at least. Ask when it's very important; I really need this rest," you added as they nodded once more and eventually bid goodbye with "safe travels" from them before you departed from the company building.

This was it; you were finally getting the rest you needed. You didn't need to worry about your company for once.

By the time you arrived in Japan, you went to your Airbnb and settled your things there. It was a long trip to travel here, and boy, your eyes were finally surrendering to slumber after keeping yourself awake for hours just out of excitement.

Days went by, and so far, you've indulged a lot of your wants. Foods, tourist spots, amusement parks, and more. Sure, there were a few messages from your second in command, asking questions or permissions, here and there, but they did keep it at the minimum. You still enjoyed yourself anyways.

With a few days left in your two weeks of vacation, you stayed in your bed with the thick blanket over your legs while scrolling on your phone. Searching for any new places on your social media to visit while you're still in Japan—might as well take the chance while you're there.

Not long after, you came across an advertisement post. 𝑅𝑒𝑛𝑡-𝐴-𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑? Sounds ridiculous. You thought to yourself before scrolling away. But that wasn't the last of it. You saw more videos ABOUT it.

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛:"

"𝑅𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡!"

"𝑅𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒!"

.. Alright. Let's see what this is about.

You turned on your laptop—one you'd packed for 'emergencies'—and began your research, finding this Rent-A-Boyfriend website or app. It only took a few minutes before you found a legit website with actual reviews, not just bots or continuous ad-bombing about some random single lady a few blocks away.

Anyways, you began to scroll down. Searching. Skipping through a few profiles. Until your eyes locked on 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵.

You quickly snapped out of it. No, don't fall for him. Especially someone who will just be there for you to get paid. But that didn't stop you from renting him anyway. Just a try, why not?

As you scrolled to his information list, taking in his favorites, his age, his fluent languages—which were a lot—and so on. Alright, done getting to know him; time to settle a schedule and confirm your payment.

After a few minutes, everything was finally confirmed. Just as he was about to text the exact time to arrive, your eyes were already falling. Aaand you were out.

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By the time the sunlight seeped through the curtains, shining on your face as you finally woke up from the sudden warmth. Soon, your eyes widened. Did you forget something today? You quickly checked your phone.

SIX MISSED CALLS?!

You immediately got up to get ready, doing your usual routine in a rush before you eventually left your hotel room to catch a cab outside the building.

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Satoru's POV.

Dressed in a light-blue rolled-sleeve button-up shirt, dark dress pants, and black leather shoes. Black sunglasses hid his eyes, adding a touch of confidence and charm to his casual appearance.

He leaned against a pole, his hand in his pocket while his other held his suit jacket. A 'tsk' left his lips as he checked the time. "One hour and thirty minutes; what could she possibly be doing? Preparing for a wedding?"

Then he paused. He stood up properly as he squinted at a lady running towards him, in heels. Impressive.

"Is that... Her?" He tilted his head, checking his phone to use the photo you sent as a reference. His eyes on the image, then you, then back at the photo, and vice versa. It's her, alright. He smirked.

∘₊✧─── Back to you.

You stood in front of him. Panting softly after the quick run until, finally, you gathered yourself together. What a nice first impression, well done, you.

"Well," he began, shifting his weight to one leg as he gazed down at you with playfulness. "Here I thought I was the one tardy here. But you? A whole new level."

You looked away out of embarrassment. Shaking your head, you spoke up. "I didn't see your message, okay? I just... fell asleep as soon as I finished the transaction," you defended.

"That's weird, you left me on seen." — S.

"I left my phone open."

"You sure have a lot of excuses." — S.

"I do not!"

Why is he like this? Did the reviews lie to you about him being a 'gentleman' and 'polite'? He's insulting you!

"Anyways," he finally spoke up, which made you snap out of your own thoughts before following beside him.

"Let's not waste time now, shall we, my lady?" He offered his arm for your hand to hold onto. There it is, your ¥15,000 finally acting polite.

You gladly held his arm, trusting his choice for their first place to stop by on this date.

Which was a cat café. Your heart melted for the plump cats that were in the café. Playing, pawing, running, climbing, and just simply relaxing there like a royal.

"You know, I have a twin there," he said with a smirk. "Their name is Catoru Meowjo."

You chuckled at the name. Coincidentally, Satoru had a twin in a cat café. White fur and blue eyes, just like his.

He opened the door for you, and in a dramatic stance, he bowed like a knight to his queen. "After you, my lady." He winked. Only to receive a flick from your finger, causing him to pout and eventually enter after you.

"What? I was being polite." — S.

"That was too much. You're getting people's attention."

"So what? Screw them." He waved it off.

You only sighed. There's no point in arguing with him anyways. Not when the rotund cats began to approach you curiously, sniffing and meowing, which caught the attention of a staff member, and immediately went to make way for them.

"Excuse these little cats, Miss," he said sheepishly, gently pushing away the cats while you and Satoru walked together to a table. "Here are your menus."

You hummed, picking something to eat while Satoru settled beside you. His arm resting on the furniture you both were sitting on. Just staring at you, observing your every move.

He watched you order while the waiter wrote it down on his notepad. It was quite a lot. But to be fair, it was mostly a slice of pastries with crazy pricing. Even so, your face remained unbothered by the pricing. Were you rich? He thought, consciously glancing at his own wallet hidden in his pocket. Just enough to pay his rent, bills, and groceries.

"Hey princess," he called out softly, catching your attention as you looked back at him with a curious hum. "What's your job?"

It was random, for you at least. Nevertheless, you answered casually. "Well, I'm a CEO of a company. It's passed down by my family."

His eyes widened. Expected anything but a CEO. This might be his richest client ever, maybe even a jackpot. He was definitely going to flex it to Suguru, who was probably preoccupied with another regular date since they both work the same jobs.

"Well, I'll be damned." He laughed lightly, looking at you up and down. "Lucky for you, I have a type for rich ladies." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

"So?"

Satoru looked at her, blank. "Why go on a date if you're just going to act indifferent to my flirting?"

"Ah!" You hushed him with a finger. "This is technically your job, right? You're aware of the 'hard-to-get' dynamic?" You smiled triumphantly.

Satoru took a moment to process your words, then a smirk formed on his lips. "I am, princess." He leaned in closer. "And I'm starting to like this dynamic of ours: the serious and the unserious."

"Ah no, scratch that." He raised a finger up. "What about... a sugar mommy and a sugar baby?"

You looked at Satoru as if he committed a murder. "... Do you want me to leave a negative review?"

And that made Satoru snap out of it and look at you with a plea. "Wait! No no, I take that back! I'm just joking." That made you giggle, putting your phone away.

As the pastries and shakes arrived on your table, Satoru didn't hesitate to dig in and indulge his sweet tooth. Which you didn't mind, since that was mostly the reason why you ordered a lot of sweets and simply ate what you liked with manners.

"Man," he shoved a spoonful of cake in his mouth. "I've been craving this since forever." he spoke, his words muffled by the cake until he swallowed it. "How'd you know I liked these specific flavors?"

"... From your description on your profile?" You replied with confusion, which made Satoru surprised, then he laughed lightly.

"I'm surprised. No one really bothered reading the description," he said, sighing while he took a sip. "I'm touched."

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The rest of the date went smooth. You both went shopping, tried out street food, and mostly talked about interests and life updates.

Satoru knew this was just a job. Only to act as someone's boyfriend. But he can't help himself but enjoy it too much. Your funny retorts to his teasing, the way you paid for his food and clothes from all the shopping, and more he could list down.

Maybe this was how he wanted to live his life. Being spoiled. Being loved like this. He already experienced this before from his past dates, so why make a difference now? He doesn't know. It felt different.

As your time together was soon to end, Satoru dropped you off by your hotel building. Looking down at you with his usual playful expression. But if you looked closely? There was a hint of warmth in his gaze.

"So, when do you plan to reschedule another date?" He winked, to which you only looked away and sighed; that made Satoru curious. Maybe a little worried too.

"... I don't know, Satoru. Tomorrow is my flight," you said, which left Satoru staring at you. Somewhat saddened that this was his last meeting with you.

"Really now..." he muttered. Then clearing his throat as he smiled lightly. "Well then, I hope you have a safe trip back, princess." Then his shift ended.

Without thinking, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead before he turned and left with the bags of brands you bought him back in the mall earlier.

That kiss. It wasn't necessary. His shift ended before he did that, and he knows it.

You can't stop thinking about it. You hate to admit it, but you felt the soft tingles from the spot he kissed. Were you falling for him? No, you can't. You shouldn't! You only rented him to pretend. So why?

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By the time you arrived at the airport after the long flight, you booked a cab to bring you and the luggage safely back home.

While you stared through the cab's window, you suddenly felt a vibration from your phone. Then, you took it out to check, probably the assistant you hired asking you about this and that.

But no. It was Satoru.

You immediately opened your phone to check his message.

"I'll miss you, princess."