Chapter 10

Satou became a regular presence in the house after that, so much so that she kept extra toiletries and a few changes of clothes in the guest room.

She would come home with you at the end of each school day, when you couldn’t put off returning to that prison and those crazy girls any longer.

All of you would eat dinner together, like one big happy family, right before bed. By the time that dinner was over, the drugs Minoru gave Satou had kicked in, so she just had to stay the night. She would always start out the night in the guest room but found herself in the master bedroom by the end of the night.

Sometimes she had a nightmare. Sometimes she was just lonely. By the third night it happened, Minoru didn’t bother asking for an excuse, just wordlessly made room between her and you for Satou to slide into bed.

Satou was quite the cuddler, you discovered. She wrapped her arms and legs around you like an octopus, held you tight as a python. You didn’t love when Minoru touched you while you slept… Well, you didn’t like when Minoru touched you. But you found yourself not completely repulsed when Satou snuggled up to you.

She continued to cling to you, even after Minoru left for her early morning classes.

“You know you don’t have to pretend to like me anymore, right?” You told her. “Minoru’s not here and Oshiro sure as hell isn’t gonna peak in.” Oshiro gave the master bedroom a wide berth, pretended like it didn’t even exist most days. Like there was just a wall where the doorway was.

“I do like you, though,” Satou cooed, sleep still heavy in her voice, “You’re the only other real person I know. And you feel like my little secret. My Y/N.” You felt your heart constrict in your chest at the sound of your real name.

So the two of you cuddled until it was time to get ready for your first class of the day. Satou’s morning routine took more time than yours, so you typically dozed in and out as you watched her do her hair and make up until it was time for you to get up as well.

Then the two of you would leave the house together, go to classes, hang out around campus, until it was time to do it all again.

At least that was your routine until, one day, Satou decided to go home before you. You gave her your door key and wished her luck with Oshiro. She still hadn’t warmed up to the girl, probably in the hopes that she would realize she wasn’t welcome and leave of her own volition.

Imagine your surprise when you came home to the two of them groping each other and making out on the kitchen island. Satou’s top was off. Her bra straps were slipping down her shoulders.

It was DIY sushi night and the sushi accoutrements were spread across the island. There was barely room for Satou’s little butt on the counter. She was partially sitting on the bamboo mat, you noted, blaming shock for your random train of thought. That wasn’t sanitary.

“Aina,” Oshiro whispered and you jolted, thinking they caught you. But their eyes were both closed as they kissed passionately, and they didn’t show any signs of stopping.

“Aina,” Satou moaned in return. Her hands found their way under Oshiro’s leather jacket, pushing it off and to the floor before she started tugging on her shirt.

You didn’t know what was going on here, but you knew that you wanted it to stop. You slammed the door with all your might, letting the sound resonate throughout the open layout of the house.

Oshiro and Satou jumped a foot before jumping into action. Oshiro fell backwards and scrambled away from Satou as if the pink-haired girl had spontaneously combusted. Satou blushed and moved to cover her exposed torso with her arms, seeing as her shirt was on the floor across the room.

“Aina!” They both exclaimed in surprise. You didn’t want to hear your “name” in their mouths for a while.

“Don’t,” you told them. You didn’t want to hear their excuses. You didn’t want to hear anything from them. “I’m… I’m going to go take a shower. Whatever this is, have it wrapped up by the time I get out.”

With that, you dropped your backpack by the door and started walking down the hall to the bathroom. Satou jumped down from her seat on the kitchen counter and followed you, still half naked.

“Y/N, wait! I can explain!” She whispered desperately, her eyes searching yours frantically. You were careful to keep your expression absolutely blank.

“I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it.”

“But I-“

“Listen,” you seethed, “That… Whatever that was. Don’t let it happen again. I won’t forgive you a second time. Got it?”

She said nothing, just stood there in her short shorts and bra with her arms wrapped around herself, looking pathetic. Eventually, she nodded.

You nodded back before closing the bathroom door in her face.