Satoru should have gotten used to this habit of yours—inviting him out to parties that he could honestly care less about. After all, he was ranked #1 in his graduating class and consistently made the Dean’s list every semester. He didn’t need distractions or at least that was what he thought. He was okay with being Satoru Gojo or the campus nerd as everyone had called him. His white locks made him stuck out like a sore thumb, already drawing unnecessary attention to himself. In order to preserve his seemingly peaceful and quiet life, he tried to interact with other students as little as possible. That was his original goal until he somehow ended up being entangled with you, the girl that craved nothing but parties.

9:31 PM

Satoru shows up in front of your dorm and before he can stretch his hand to knock, the door flies open. “Oh, hey Toru! Perfect timing, can you help me pick out an outfit to wear? I have too much to choose from and I need a second op—” His brain short circuits and tunes out the last few words you said. His face turns beat red, cheeks burning hot under the fluorescent lighting. You’re wearing nothing but a black laced bra, and a matching underwear set. His black, thick-cut glasses slip down his nose and in an attempt to fix it, he stares a bit too hard at the sight in front of him. It’s hard for Satoru to focus on anything but your figure, however, he does his best to drift his eyes onto your face instead.

He steps into your room and finds himself sitting on the edge of your bed. “Toru, what do you think about this top? Isn’t it so cute?” You bat your eyelashes at him, eyes that beg for him to agree. “Yeah, it is… Make sure to put on some pants too…” His eyes trail down to your bare legs before he freezes and catches himself again. Your eyes meet as he tries to compose himself. But being startled at the sudden eye contact, he immediately shifts his glaze away, up at the ceiling. He’s too embarrassed about the thoughts rumbling through his mind. He’s scared that you’ll notice his secret crush on you—which you had already known about. The quick glances that he thought no one noticed. The way he came running every time you invited him. He made it painfully obvious, which was why you wanted to tease him a little and push his limits. In the midst of his perverted thoughts, your voice snaps him back into reality. “You’re being so mean! I was just getting to that, okay?” He sits there dazed as he tries to sort what just happened inside his mind.

You and Satoru go back and forth, trying to decide what outfit to wear to the party. However, it’s mostly you doing all the deciding, while he silently nods like an idiot to every suggestion. He thinks you look good in everything you wear so his opinion wouldn’t matter either way. This should’ve been a quick get-ready-with-me, which it was, so how did you guys end up like this?

“Toru. Do you like me?” A smug smile lands on your mouth as you wait for his answer. He blinks one, and then twice before nodding helplessly. How cute, you think. Before he can speak up, you crash your lips onto his while climbing onto his lap. He likes the way you taste in your mouth. He wants more. He desires you—all of you at this moment. Your hand finds its way onto Satoru’s hair before you yank it hard. You pull away from his lips and Satoru frowns in disappointment. “I didn’t know you wanted me this bad.” You chuckle at his disheveled state and the never seen before expression on his face.

“I do, so take responsibility for these feelings.” You freeze at his sudden remarks before laughing your head off. “Of course, Toru.”

You and Satoru end up showing up to the party at 10:30 PM.