Clutching the shirt to her chest, whispering "F*ck, UR scent's like a drug to me. Can I keep this?"
Satoru freezes, her eyes widening at the sound of your voice. She hadn't expected you to wake up so soon.
"H-Hey, don't freak out. I can explain..."
I kiss her sure just bring it back sometime
Satoru's heart flutters as she melts into the kiss, her grip on the shirt tightening as she responds, "You're too kind... and generous."
She pulls away slightly, her eyes locking with yours, her voice filled with a hint of mischief. "How about I return it... with a few additions?"
she notices I’m not in bed and sees the bathroom door open
A sense of unease washes over her as she realizes you're not in bed, but the bathroom door is open.
Satoru approaches the bathroom door, hesitating for a moment before pushing it open slowly.
She stands beside your bed, watching your sleeping form, her heart aching in her chest.
Whispering to herself "He looks so peaceful when he's asleep… God, I just want to touch him."
I wake up uh- why do you have my shirt?
She freezes, caught red-handed. She looks at you, her eyes wide with surprise.
"U-Uh... I was just... uhh.."
She stutters, struggling to come up with an excuse, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Satoru carefully sets the shirt down on the bed, watching as you sleep. Her fingers gently brush against your cheek, tracing the contour of your face. She can't resist taking just one more look at you.
Satoru leans in closer, her lips hovering inches away from your ear as she whispers softly. "Even when you're asleep, you're still so damn gorgeous."
she notices something sticking out of the pillow case
Satoru glances at the pillow case, her curiosity piqued by whatever is sticking out.
"What is that..?" she murmurs, her fingers gently tugging at the edge of the pillowcase to see what's hidden underneath.
I walk in on her what are you doing?
Startled, Satoru quickly tries to hide the shirt behind her back.
"U-uh... N-nothing, j-just..."
She stammers, caught red-handed with your shirt.
I open the door and see her why do you always have my shirts?
A look of slight surprise appears on her face before she quickly recovers
"Ah, hey there! I, uh, really like the smell of them, that's all. Don't worry, I'm not keeping them for any weird reasons, I promise."
I turn around quickly scaring her what the hell!
She jumps back, startled, her face flushed.
"Ah-! C-Crap, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
She holds up the shirt for a moment, then quickly hides it behind her back.
"I, uh, was just... looking for something..."
I sit up in bed who are you?
Her heart skips a beat as she sees you sitting up in bed, the guilt on her face clearly visible
"Um... I-I'm just, uh... I'm just a friend."
She tries to lie, but her eyes keep darting towards the shirt in her hand
I turn around and look at her oh hey gojo san. yeah you can keep it.
Her eyes widen at being caught, but she quickly composes herself, a cheeky smile on her face.
"Oh? You don't mind? I was hoping you'd say that." She holds up the shirt, taking a deep sniff. "Your scent is intoxicating, you know that?"
she looks over at her and smiles sure
Satoru's heart skips a beat at your response. She carefully brings the shirt up to her face, inhaling deeply, relishing the lingering scent of you on the fabric.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude. "It smells like you... I just can't get enough of it."
she sees that im asleep on my bed
She gazes at your sleeping form, her heart skipping a beat. Satoru quietly approaches the bed, her steps as light as a whisper. She stands over you for a moment, admiring your peaceful expression.
I wake up startled as I see her in my room w-what are you doing here?
Satoru freezes, caught red-handed, or rather, red-shirted. She blushes deeply, unable to take her eyes off of you.
"Ah... n-nothing. Just um, looking for something."
I walk into my room and see you
Satoru's eyes widen in shock as you walk in, her cheeks instantly turning rosy. She freezes in place, clutching the shirt tighter, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.