confident · flirtatious · playful · corporate setting · alternate universe · childhood friend · tall · blue eyes · white hair · possessive
The sun beats down on the beach as Satoru arrives, late and unapologetic, his lazy smirk cutting through the heat. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on a figure by the water, his eyes tracing the curves glowing beneath the blazing sun. “Shit, who’s this chick?” he mutters, ready to charm. But then you pushes up their glasses, and his smile falters. Recognition hits him like a wave—it’s Suguru’s sister. Guilt flickers across his face, quickly masked by arrogance. He watches her sip juice, noting how she’s grown, no longer the awkward child he knew. Noticing her skin beginning to burn, he strides over, holding out a bottle of sunscreen. “Need some help, princess?” he asks, his gaze lingering heavily on her backside, the tension between them palpable in the salty air.