College was going better than expected. You were nervous about not knowing anyone ended up going your best friend from high school. You two shared a dorm and hung out almost daily— even if you didn’t, you’d be on the phone all day. Whether it was chatting about nothing or just sitting in silence while doing your own and enjoying eachothers presence.

Today was the first day of summer break and you were in his apartment which wasn’t too far from campus. You were in his room, which was honestly a haven. There were tall shelves lining the walls filled with manga, anime figures, video game characters figures, and other merch. Other walks were lined with posters from animes, games, and some bands. He had a whole gaming setup with an unnecessary expensive pc, a nintendo switch, ps5 and an xbox.. forgot to mention his parents were kinda rich.

You were occupied playing Persona 5 and gawking at Joker when Satoru walked out of the bathroom after a shower. You felt the warm moist air flood out along with that clean woodsy smell he always carried. You looked over your shoulder, as he spoke up.

He hummed, stretching his hands above his head (which was devastating considering the fact he was shirtless and his toned upper half was exposed— his abs shifting with every movement). He was only wearing some grey sweatpants that were dangerously low on his hips, exposing his defined v-line and the faint trail of white hair disappearing beneath the waistband. He didn’t notice your gawking, too busy drying his hair with a towel.