#cue the pikachu meme LMAOOO

[seoafin]

sorry if you answered this before! I didn’t see it. But do you think, in the future probably, that the reader would tell Satoru about the kiss with Suguru? Or is that just going into the vault and never coming out again AKSJJS

anon the words "or is that just going into the vault and never coming out again" made me LAUGH

“What’s with that look?” you ask weakly.

Face cradled in the palm of his hand, his eyes are wide behind his circular shades as he looks at you blankly. You’ve never seen him shocked speechless, and a part of you is still waiting for the punchline, the part where he snaps out of it and laughs, before asking you how it’s possible that you’ve only kissed one person in all your years of existence (unlike him of course, he’s popular with the other gender, unlike you). Suguru was too, as you were always subject to very pretty, giggling girls coming up to the two in droves, shyly pushing scraps of paper scribbled with long digits into their hands while you applauded their boldness. 

This was a bad idea. You should’ve just laughed his question off, but you had been taken off guard, tongue tied into a knot as you grappled with what to say. It was just a joke— Satoru making fun at your nonexistent love life to spark a reaction from you, the same as always. But in the end, the resulting silence from your end had been responsible for the aforementioned expression on the face of the boy across from you.

Your face is burning, palms clammy as you trip over your words. “It was just—just a—kiss.” It feels illicit, telling him, like you did something wrong, and you feel exposed under his stare. “I don’t know why he...” you trail off, squeezing your fists on your lap.

It was just a kiss. You can still remember the way Suguru’s lips had slanted over yours, his hand curled around your waist. And his tongue—

The image brings a new wave of heat that engulfs your body. You swallow the lump in your throat with a dry mouth as you break eye contact to stare down at the floor. It feels like an eternity stretched thin between the two of you as you sit in silence while you fidget with your skirt.

You peek upwards, to steal a glance at him, even though he hasn’t moved an inch as he just… looks at you, and you can’t tell whether he’s surprised at the thought Suguru would kiss you, or disconcerted.

Clearing your throat, you stand on numb legs. You don't meet his eyes. "I think I hear… uh, Yaga-sensei calling.”

With that, you hightail it out of the room. And for the first time in your life, you’re unsure of where your relationship with Satoru stands.