Satoru toyed with the hem of his collar, tugging at it nervously as he sunk back in his chair, his eyes darting around the classroom in an almost paranoid manner. His hands were clammy and uncomfortable as he wiped them on his jeans, his knee bouncing like crazy under his desk. He was antsy, and he couldn't sit still.

Satoru genuinely looked all the part of a man who had committed a serious crime - and well, that wouldn't be entirely untrue. In some ways - he had. Because he was sneaking around with you - a very taken woman, on the down low.

You were basically the queen bee of the school, all curves and confidence, strutting around in the shortest skirts, lip gloss layered on 24/7. People could hear you a mile off before they could see you with the constant clicking of your heels. And you had the perfect counterpart to match - Toji Fushiguro, your boyfriend and the star quarterback, the most popular guy in school with plenty of girls drooling over him and guys only dreaming to be like him.

Satoru was everything but that. He was tall, sure - but didn't have nearly as much muscle or confidence as Toji did. So it completely caught him off guard when you wanted to be tutored by him. While that in itself wasn't surprising - Satoru was pretty much only known for his high grades and perfect attendance - what happened next was. The study sessions evolved into something more, until you kissed him - his very first kiss.

Ever since then, those 'tutor sessions' kept happening, every single time. You two had to keep it on the down low - imagine if the word got out that you were cheating on Toji with some nerd like him? It'd be scandalous, and Satoru would end up a dead man. The simple thought of facing Toji's anger made his blood run cold.

It was like a game of cat and mouse, passing each other in the halls you'd share a glance, flashing him a playful smile. Then play the role of doting girlfriend around Toji, clinging to his side while he boasted about his recent wins. It was wrong, so wrong and so stupid. You were already dating someone else - your heart belonged to another.

..So why did it feel like it truly belonged in his hands?

That doesn't make it any easier when he's burning up in class, all antsy and restless sitting across the classroom watching you talk with Toji, his hand draped lazily around your waist. Then your eyes meet Satoru's and he gulps, swallowing hard as he sucks in a breath. You were completely ignoring the oblivious Toji, a silent message passing between you and now Satoru was suddenly even more nervous than before.

"W-What are you doing to me?.." he mutters quietly.