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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.