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◞ THE DAWN.
꒰ satoru has a crush on you, his favorite new neighbor. ꒱
ᴍᴅɴɪ. 0.8k. f!reader. no curses au. neighbors to crushes. slice of life. fluff. prose. sfw. reposted.
in the stickiness of summer, satoru finds a glimpse of eternity; a pier that acts as a hopeful median between he and the lake house next door is where he first tastes honey on soft lips.
the day he met you, he regarded it as the first day of his life because, to him, it didn’t really begin until you. it couldn’t have. time moved so languidly it felt like it was idle until you came. then, a flurry of vibrant colors and moments whirl around his head making him so dizzy with admiration, he feels stuck in a daze more often than not with you.
no, he didn’t really begin until you.
he waded around listlessly, a seemingly infinite indulgence in idleness that he couldn’t shake until your presence grabbed his hand and forced his feet to gain momentum again. no, nothing moved until you.
introducing himself was him taking his first breath.
a handshake and a welcoming smile was a rebirth. you said your name and it fluttered from your tongue to his chest. when he spoke it from his lips, it was light and feathery, floating in the air like a wondrous marvel. no, he knows life didn’t start until you walked into his world, and met him at the end of a pier while he peered at the perfect blend of cherry and citrus that painted the sky as the sun set. he can’t forget the way you sauntered up so slowly, standing next to him as if that’s exactly where you were always supposed to be. he recalls turning his head to catch your adoring smile as you gazed out at the sky. “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked. eyes never looking away from you, he nodded. “yes, it is.” he grew to believe you paraded around like the brilliant sun and brought the morning with you. the evening’s arrival must be some indicator that your breathing is steady, excitement dying but your heart still convinced of its contentment, and its rate soothingly slow. it’s the only explanation for how and why your voice blossoms into a breathy lullaby when you grace him with greetings. it’s the only explanation for his currently subdued but hastily crescendoing desire to make a chalice of your lips and swallow the sound of you. yes, in your eyes, he sees the dawn: the dawn of day, the dawn of time, the dawn of all meaning. you touched him like summer and brought tepidness along with you. you smiled and brought the allure of spring. you held him and brought the coziness of autumn. you stayed and adorned him with the intimacy of winter. you did it all at once, too. what else could he do but sink into the depths of an unyielding devotion when you were a chrysalis of tenderness that deserved all of his dedication and diligence? he leans into your presence with anticipation these days. it’s how his prosaic days felt like opulence with you, the way the experiences of his undeviating routine feel like novelty happenings he shouldn’t dare overlook. right away and with no warning, satoru was smitten by you. today is no different. your existence is still some fixture of art he’s compelled to observe and decipher its meaning. you warrant all his endless curiosity. he watches as a new morning star kisses you gingerly, first before anything else, and he wonders how long the light has been chasing your radiance, emulating your aura to share as a labor of love. satoru thinks you might just be like the sun; satoru thinks he might just bloom for you. when he finds you gracing the dawn, overlooking the steady waters of the lake, he desperately seeks rationale to wander up and stand by your side, just as you had him. although, he never comes across it and therefore he never comes strolling past the threshold his door creates. he’s never been stuck where he stands, but he reasons a safe distance is a good enough place to adore you as any. it’s the heavy thumping in his chest that keeps him there, palms clutching a spherical demitasse and yearning for courage. a strong sip of morning brew and a deep breath.
that’s what it takes before he pushes the screen door open, its creaking alerting you of his coming presence. you turn to watch him, an enchanting smile molding the shape of your lips just before you offer him a cheery salutation. “good morning, neighbor.” and he beams, watching the domain of his fondness expand and become limitless. yes, both satoru and the day wake just to behold you.
i am so in love with him ;-; f! reader, husband satoru, refers to you as my wife + love + stinky, she/her pronouns mentioned in one place, wearing his shirt, satoai coded ngl
a late-night stroll to the store for an ice cream treat after dinner turns into an impromptu date, leading you both to a secluded meadow, a quiet and lovely spot perfect for stargazing.
satoru plops down on the ground, stretching his long legs as best as he can to make his lap a comfortable seat for you. he can’t have you sitting on the raw grass after all—you came unprepared, and now he’s taking the role of a blanket beneath you. “park that pretty ass here, love”, he taps on his lap once, then opens his arms big to welcome you. you giggle softly, “so chivalrous of you”, as you crouch down and rest yourself atop of him, back leaning against his chest. his arms quickly and naturally wrap themselves around your waist, holding you close.
“well of course”, his chin nuzzled in the crook of your neck from behind, he breathes in your scent and pecks a soft kiss right behind your ear. “can’t have my lovely wife sit on the ground without a blanket and ruin that lovely dress-like oversized shirt with grass stains, you know?”
“oh, i get it now”, you chuckle, giving a light pinch on the flesh of his arm. “it’s because this is your shirt that i’m wearing”
“no, no, you’ve got it all wrong. it’s because this—”, he grabs around you more tightly now, dragging out a cackle from you at the ticklish sensation his fingers cause digging deeper at your sides to rock you back and forth along with him, “—is my lovely wife we’re talking about, and her place is on my lap, always”
“aha, so you will say. stinky”, you tilt your head up to peek at him, trying hard to fight off the silly grin threatening to crack through your fake pout. his honeyed words always manage to get to you. “but it’s the shirt, i know it”, you persist.
“you are stinky—for thinking i’d treasure a mere shirt more than you”, his lips peck the tip of your nose, wetting it a little, then pull away to continue. “while i simply envy the ground that makes contact with your body. i’d kiss and worship each and every surface you step and sit on, but to be completely honest—i’d rather nothing ever touched you, but myself only”, face charging closer again to repeat the action from seconds ago, but this time the kiss is aimed at your mouth — and you cave, he is just too loveable not to. your lips curve into a soft smile before meeting his and melting into a beautiful mess of tender chuckles and fervent hums.
“we came to watch the stars, remember?”, you breathe into his mouth before pulling away. a pained growl incurs from his throat at the loss of your warm lips. “no”, his neck craning lower, chasing after what he’s lost. “don’t care about the stars when i have the entire universe in my arms”
…you cave, again. the stars can wait.
HIIII MISS PAAARKEEERRR
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