#thank u for this gift thank you for this dessert mimimimimiiiiiiiiiiiii I love u mostest

[strawberrystepmom]

ok bc you reblogged this

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somewhere in the middle of heated banter, you realize that satoru has long stopped answering, and despite the fact that he's still inches apart from you, smiling as you lambast him for diminishing your authority in front of your students by flirting, the mirth in his eyes is replaced by a more suddenly focused look.

it unsettles you enough that you can feel your own train of language skid to a stop. there's a stillness to his eyes that distracts you, and you realize he's looking at one thing in particular. your lips.

"satoru, are you listening?"

he nods, which tells you he is and he isn't at the same time, electric blue still drawn to the shimmer on your lips, as though he's just noticed a few moments ago, or perhaps he has - he notices everything about you after all - but the implications of such have just occurred to him, and he's stuck on one thought in particular.

"is it flavored?" he asks.

"what is?"

"that," he replies, and quickly he cups your face by the jaw, brushing his thumb gently on the sticky sheen.

rather than swat his hand away, you find yourself freezing - something about his touch is calming as usual - but still you reply,

"stop changing the subject," you hiss.

"how's this for changing the subject?" he adds, dipping down to kiss you, tasting the gloss on your lips to answer for himself.

continuing to disrespect me by interrupting my tirade smh do you even like me satoru….