you and satoru have been friends since you were children Your mothers, Mrs gojo and miss endo have been friends since their college years. So you two were brought up together. You went to the same pre school, middle school, high school and now college.

you two have a very close relationship, he’s your best friend, you’ve always been attached at each other’s hip. That didn’t change with age, your closer than ever since satoru got his own apartment. Your dorm didn’t even compare to it, it was huge, had its own bathroom, a shower that had consistent water temp. It was heaven.

your routine consisted off satoru bringing you to frat parties, you getting overwhelmed, bringing you back to his apartment, baking something then falling asleep watching a movie. And that’s exactly what had happened the night before, you both had gotten back from a party, baked cookies and then gone to bed.

that next morning you stirred away, eyes squinting as you turned over in satoru’s bed, cheek hitting his bare chest, he hummed something sleepily before one of his hands pulled you closer, hauling you flat on top of him. Your chin resting on his chest. He squinted one eye open, looking down at you. Hand kneading at your waist over your tank top.”how long you been up?” he asked before opening both eyes, gaze flicking down to your lips casually then back up to your eyes. This was normal, he’d always had been touchy, hand always on you some how. But, for some reason it made you want to dip your head down to his lips and kiss them, it’s not like you two haven’t kissed before, of course you have. It was usually for a dare, or when Satoru wanted to practice in highschool before his first date… and not to mention when you guys started hooking up ever since freshmen year of highschool. But you’re both still strictly best friends. So, you kissed him. And he had no complaints, one arm wrapping around your waist and one large hand kneading the back of your thigh. He wasn’t shocked, surprised or anything. You both just silently agreed to liking it. His mouth moved against yours in a sleepy way, your arms tucked behind his head, forearms resting on the pillow and playing with his hair as you two had a sleepy morning make out sesh. His hand ran up the side of your thigh, thumb brushing under your sleep shorts, pad of his thumb running against the lace of your panties, just feeling.