This is the quintessential university experience - Arc 1 - College AU - Satoru
Satoru rubbed his thumb against his forefingers, stretching the sticky blood between them. It was slippery to the touch, mixed with her cum.
She was dying. It’s all he could think about in that moment. Bleeding out above him, she was going to die. It was the most irrational thought, he couldn’t fathom why he’d jump straight to that conclusion, but the heat drained from his body like someone had unplugged a sink at the bottom of his stomach. He felt so cold, almost as if the fever had returned tenfold.
“How … why …” His eyes stung and he didn’t know why. He lifted her gently, sliding her off his cock which had deflated quickly and was now limp inside her. She tried to move away but he pulled her into his arms, holding her the way he’d done in her flat. His legs touched the floor, her remaining in his lap, his arms locked tightly around her. His skin cold, clammy against her burning neck. “I’m sorry, I hurt you, I must’ve … I did this?”
“No, no …” Utahime sounded embarrassed. “It’s normal.”
He freed his grip just enough for her to wiggle out and away from him, smoothening her skirt.
She wasn’t dying, then. Fuck, fucking stars in heaven, she wasn’t dying. His brows knitted together. “Normal? Did you start your period?”
Her face was as red as the blood on his hands. “No … um. This wasn’t just your first time.”
His heart dropped. Had he heard her right? All that teasing, and flirting, and he’d been so occupied being nervous about how well he’d do on his first try, he hadn’t even considered …
He fell a dull thudding in his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She bunched her skirt in a fist. He’d seen her do that before. A nervous tic. “I didn’t think it was relevant. I’ve read enough about it, I knew what to expect and … does it matter?”
“Yeah.” He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the tangy blood, the salty essence mixed with it. “I … I would’ve picked a better place, if I knew. Not a classroom table. A … a hotel, maybe, with a view. Wine, something. Shit, I would’ve gotten you those flowers too.”
She blinked. “Those flowers?”
He would’ve gone so much slower, he would’ve helped her relax with his fingers first, his mouth, he would’ve held her so much gentler if he’d known … “Yeah,” he said, distractedly, feeling the chasm in his abdomen grow. “The flowers from that date. At the Costa.”
Her face only scrunched more. “What? What flowers?”
Oh, right. He hadn’t told her about them. He pulled out his phone and opened his gallery, zooming into an image of the flowers in his room: the petals mostly wilted now, the stems soaked in a water bottle he’d sacrificed for them. He gave his phone to her, and while she looked, he slid the condom off and zipped his jeans up again.
“You got me flowers,” she muttered, softly.
“Are you in pain?” he asked, reaching for her. He took her arm and pulled her closer, looking into her soft brown eyes.
“Stings a bit,” she whispered.
“Okay, the campus pharmacy must still be open, I’ll just go and –” His words were cut off by her pressing her mouth to his. Nothing slow or patient about her, she kissed him possessively, claiming the swell of his lip. When she pulled back, she glowed.
His eyes wide, he stared in confusion.
“This was … actually … exactly how I wanted my first time to be,” she said, rosy, and with a breathy chuckle. “I mean. Stupid, risky, something I’ll definitely regret in a few hours, with someone I barely know. Isn’t that the quintessential university experience?”
He laughed, surprising himself. She sounded like him. Like how he’d chased date after date trying to get laid. He couldn’t have even imagined the nerd having similar fantasies.
But it felt almost like providence: how her desires fit his, how she seemed an extension of himself, a part of him that had been missing all along and was now in his orbit, sparkling a few inches away from him. He held her tighter, taking her lower lip between his own, running his tongue along its swell.
“Barely know?” he teased, nipping at her lip, rubbing his nose against hers. “On the contrary, I get the feeling we’ll get to know each other quite well.” He placed a hand on her inner thigh, inching up to her heat. “In fact, I want to get to know you way better right now. I can start from here …”
She giggled softly and caught his hand, pulling it out of her skirt. “Can I go clean up? And if the burning isn’t too bad … maybe we can take this back to my room? I don’t want my second to be stupid and risky and on a wooden table. I mean, a mattress would be nice.”
He laughed too, jumping off the table and following after her as she went to the nearest bathroom. When he tried to follow her in, she pushed him out, still smirking. “Privacy, Satoru!”
He let out a whine but stayed put as she closed the door. His arms felt so empty without her, useless appendages that could do nothing better than wrap around her and squeeze her into his chest. He needed to feel her shoulder under his chin, her breasts resting on his forearms, her body contracting and expanding with each breath that she synced with him.
While he waited, he walked up to the hallway window, trying to guess the time outside by just the colour of the sky. The moon, shimmering and blue, surrounded by a medley of stars twinkling on and off as the clouds trembled. A mere trick of the light, he was sure, but it almost looked like the sky itself was rippling.
He laughed again. It was her, wasn’t it? She’d felt so good, so fucking good, that the whole world felt like a dream now. He couldn’t recall why he’d felt so sick before, when now all he felt was a giddy excitement, and impatience.
Impatience to get her back in his arms and then, to never let go.
He turned his back to the window, ignoring how behind him, the sky seemed to tear.