#siennayaps

Because if you were there, chances were that the smartest student on campus was currently asleep with his face buried against your stomach.

“You found me,” you’d tease every single time.

“Your pheromones gave you away,” he’d mumble, already closing his eyes.

“I told you to stop saying that ugh.”

“Whatever, scoot over.”

Then he’d press one lazy kiss against your cheek, another against your jaw if he was feeling particularly clingy, mumble something about being exhausted, and before you even got the chance to respond…

He’d flop.

Right into your lap.

Like a bigggg fluffy cat, just like the one your aunt has. The first few months of dating him, you thought it was just because he liked physical affection.

Which was true. Satoru could barely keep his hands off you. He was always stealing kisses in hallways, wrapping an arm around your waist while you walked between lectures, sniffing your hair because they “smelled better than any fragrance on planet,” intertwining your fingers beneath classroom desks, when in reality his shampoo costs ten times more than your drugstore ones.

Pheromones huh?

The PDA was almost embarrassing. But then you realized something. He didn’t actually sleep well. Not properly at least. His eyes were far too sensitive, his brain never really stopped.

There were lectures to top, research papers to finish, exams to ace. His family’s company constantly needed him because apparently being terrifyingly intelligent wasn’t enough. He also had meetings to attend, calls to answer, reports to skim through.

Even when he looked relaxed, you could almost hear the gears turning inside his head.

He’d text you at three in the morning.

Satoru: “You home?”

Y/N: “No, at my other boyfriend’s house”

Satoru: “Wow, what position are you guys in?”

Y/N: “Cuddlefucking actually”

Satoru: “Hahahahhaah not funny”

Y/N: “Why are YOU awake?”

Satoru: “Can I come over? Can’t sleep”

It would usually give you butterflies but most times, it broke your heart a little. Because the only place where his mind ever seemed to quiet down…

Was with you.

“I sleep better when you’re around.”

After that, sleepovers became an unspoken routine. Every other night, sometimes three nights in a row. You’d both pretend to study which would last maybe twenty minutes? Then he’d crawl over without saying a word, hook his arms around your waist, rest his head against your thighs and…

Dead asleep.

Sometimes for twenty minutes, sometimes for an hour. The ridiculous part was how refreshed he’d be afterward. He’d wake up stretching like a cat too.

“I feel incredible.”

People walking past the maple tree barely blinked anymore. They did keep staring at you two though.

Girls who had spent months trying to ask him out would slow down as they walked past. Guys who’d wanted your number would glance over with obvious disappointment.

Even a handful of boys who’d openly flirted with Satoru would sigh dramatically as they watched him sleeping peacefully against you.

Some looked jealous.

Some looked confused.

Most looked like they wanted to know what kind of magic or spell you casted on him. You wanted to tell them that this 6’3 was just clingy.

Sometimes your legs would go numb after thirty minutes, your back would ache, your assignment would remain half finished because every time you tried to shift, he’d instinctively tighten his arms around your waist but you’d rarely wake him up, loved him too much to ever wake him up.

“…Toru.”

“Mhm…”

“My foot can’t feel anything.”

“…Five more minutes.”

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“Must’ve been your other boyfriend.”

“Woahhh, holy comeback”

You always gave him those extra “5 minutes” The library was somehow even worse.

He’d quietly pull out the chair beside yours, stare at you until you looked up, smile like he’d won the lottery, then slowly lower his head onto your lap beneath the long study table.

“You cannot sleep here Toru”

“I can.”

“You absolutely cannot.”

“I already am.”

“…Satoru.”

Three minutes later…you’d hear his soft snores.“…Unbelievable.”

You’d spend the next half hour pretending to annotate lecture notes while gently nudging his shoulder every few minutes before anyone noticed.

“Toru.”

“…”

“Toru.”

“…”

Then there were rainy days. He’d show up soaked because he’d forgotten an umbrella again.

“You own five umbrellas.”

“I forgot all five.”

You’d sigh, dry his hair with your cardigan because he refused to carry towels like a functioning adult, and five minutes later he’d already be asleep with damp white hair spread across your lap while rain tapped softly against the windows.

Or during movie nights.

Everyone else would be invested in whatever thriller your friends picked, meanwhile Satoru would somehow end up sideways across the couch with his head on your thighs before the opening credits even finished.

“You missed the entire movie.”

“I heard everything.”

“They dropped easter eggs about Luna being the killer in first 15 minutes. ”

“…There was a killer?”

Or during exam season. He’d confidently announce that he was pulling an all nighter.

You’d nod.

An hour later he’d appear outside your dorm carrying three textbooks and a coffee. “I came to study.”

“You came to nap.”

“No, I didn’t” or so he’d lie.

And just the same story with the old setup, ten minutes in and he’d be fast asleep. Sometimes you’d stop reading altogether just to look at him. His eyebrows finally relaxed, his shoulders no longer tense, his breathing slow and even.

For those twenty or thirty minutes, the boy who constantly carried the weight of expectations, perfection, and everyone else’s future looked…

Young, beautiful, kind: Your boyfriend.

Sweet lil Toru

And every single time, without fail, he’d wake up blinking slowly before smiling the sleepiest smile you’d ever seen, and as he’d shuffle against your chest in 15 ish minutes he’d reach for your hand, intertwine your fingers, kiss the back of your knuckles like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Can you believe that I wrote fluff…

Divider by @/strangergraphics

I am not against AI as a whole. You cannot expect the entire world to live by your personal beliefs or boycott every piece of technology you disagree with. That’s simply not how reality works.

I’m not in support of AI to write stories or create art. I’m talking about AI as a tool in general. Whether we like it or not, many industries require it now.

For example, I work at a large marketing firm in California, and using AI is part of our daily workflow. We’re expected to use it to work more efficiently and stay competitive. If we refuse to adapt, we get REPLACED. Not everyone has the privilege of opting out of technology and facing no consequences.

If you have an issue with AI, direct that frustration toward the companies and decision-makers developing and implementing it not random people trying to make a living.

If you’re going to send anonymous messages making accusations about me without knowing anything about my process, that’s on you, not me.

If you don’t like my writing, block me. Mass report me if you want. I genuinely do not care. I’m not here in greed for followers or money, I have other platforms to focus on where I already make a living from.

I don’t make money from my fanfiction. I don’t take commissions. Every time someone has asked me to write for money, I’ve declined and taken it as request. Everything I write is free because I do this out of love, not for profit. Even when I posted a while back that I need to be more strong financially I said that I’ll have to work extra hard on my side hustle aka my business when I could’ve just taken up work here. I sometimes take MONTHS to finish a chapter and it angers me how some lowlifes can go ahead to ruin my entire day based on their pea sized brain knowledge.

If my “followers” genuinely want clarification, I would be more than happy to show them my writing process. I have thousands of handwritten pages (I prefer to write down my thoughts, first), phone notes, google drafts with timestamps, and I have also posted screenshots of my fics that I work on time to time over here, clearly showing how my stories are developed from start to finish.

If you’ve actually read any of my work, it’s obvious it was written by a person. I make mistakes. I miss things during editing because I’m not a perfect beta reader.

I don’t owe anyone proof of my creativity, but I also won’t sit quietly while people spread baseless accusations.

I spend countless hours creating these stories, and before they’re for anyone else, they’re for me. This platform is how I unwind and share something I genuinely love.

If you have a problem with what I write, you’re free to leave. Nobody is forcing you to read my work.

What I won’t tolerate are false accusations without doing the bare minimum of actually reading my stories. I need tools to translate, not to write ( which you would know if you ever read anything of mine lol.)

If your goal is to make this space toxic for me, then do us both a favor and leave my page alone because you certainly can’t continue to call me “pussy, hoe, delete your page” in dm’s and anon asks just because you’re a jealous coward behind a screen and you can’t stop jerking off to my username. You can not get to me, you can try to blackmail me all you want, I’m not a 17 year old that you can scare away with high school level threats.

Here are the tools I use to sometimes translate my work:

Google Translate

Blueent

DeepL

Localise

Claude

Lastly, get a job

This post is only and only for my followers and anyone who has a problem with me can respectively fuck off.

Edit: 6th July 2026

I’ve realised that although my take on AI is something I stand strong with, and none of my followers have said anything against this post so far, I’ll stop using the ai tools for my writing over here, as new people will eventually join me and this post would get lost and I want to be fair and clear with them, from here on if I have to use a tool for any sort of translation, I’ll use the regular softwares, I know they sometimes might not be accurate with the localization but I’d work extra hard on those bits, share them with a fellow writer for help or simply emit those bits out.