⚠️Just warning that there might be little inappropriate topics‼️
Satoru stopped the car in a quiet, secluded spot surrounded by trees, away from the hustle and bustle. The peacefulness of the place only made the storm brewing inside you feel worse. Tears filled your eyes as you stared out the window, trying to hold it together.
"I'm sorry," Satoru said softly, reaching out to wipe your tears. You slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch my face with those dirty hands of yours," you slapped his hand away.
"Dirty?" Satoru laughed, rolling his eyes. "Look at them. They're pale, clean—prettier than yours." He smirked, clearly enjoying your frustration. You stared at your hands, once your favorite feature, now feeling insignificant next to Satoru's taunts.
"What?" he asked, noticing your silence. "You're not cool, you know that?" you said, turning your face to him.
"I don't care what you say," you retorted, "I won first place in the most handsome men of 2024. You didn't win anything. No curves, no talent, no use. How disappointing."
Satoru glanced out the window, uninterested. "Don't talk like you know me, Satoru. You egoistic brat."
"I've had enough of your shit." You reached for the door, but it was locked. "Unlock it!"
"Why would I? Can't let a spoiled brat wander off and get lost." He lit a cigarette and puffed the smoke toward you.
"You smoke!? Ew!!!" You back away from him.
"What's the big deal, brat? It's just a cigarette," he said, blowing smoke at you. You coughed and shoved him away, but Satoru only smirked.
"What a brat. Can't even handle some harmless smoke. Probably gon' die on the wedding night,"
"What the... Anyways, but harmless!? Do you not know how unhealthy that thing is?" You said, dramatically rolling your eyes. It was cute, but Satoru only smirked more.
"Nerd. Don't teach me," he teased, leaning closer to you with a grin.
"Yeah, keep calling me that. Your mom said it's a compliment. So thanks."
"She was just trying to make you feel better about yourself." He smirked again, rubbing his face.
You glared at him. "What a sensitive brat," he said with a smirk.
Satoru chuckled, leaning back in his seat, his eyes rolling. "Just how soft could you be? You know, I'm worried you might be as soft as a marshmallow. I might end up licking you... sucking you... and even swallowing you, pretty poosay."
"I'm supposed to be swallowing you, 'cause you've got the meat, but what the actual f...?" You pushed away from him, freaked out.
"You're a little freaky, but alright, I'll wait till our wedding night," he said, pulling out a small box.
You blinked in surprise as he opened it. "Marry me."
"Ew," you cringed out.
Satoru rolled his eyes, flipping you off. "Ew what? Just say yes."
You looked at the ring—expensive and beautiful. "How much was it?"
"$840K."
"$840K!? NO WAY!" You were shocked.
"Not a big deal. There were more expensive ones, but they looked ugly." He shrugged.
"So you picked the prettiest one for me? How sweet."
"It's just that I didn't think you were worth a million," he teased.
"Excuse me!?"
"Alright, chill. Let's not get dramatic," he said, sliding the ring onto your finger. Your heart skipped a beat. You couldn't help but blush.
"Maybe this is an example of how slow and gentle I'd be with you on our wedding night," Satoru smirked.
"Stop getting freaky with me, Satoru," you snapped, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks.
"I'll try to control myself till the wedding night," he joked, but you interrupted his chuckle.
"No. I don't want to marry you anymore. Cheater."
"Oh, come on now," he said casually. "We weren't even dating, so how did I cheat on you? But now that we're finally engaged, we can start over."
Meanwhile, your mother and Satoru's parents were busy planning the wedding with a few close friends, including Utahime, who was getting more involved.
"So since your daughter loves peonies, we should decorate with them," Satoru's mom said.
"No, no. I know what she likes better. After all, I'm her best friend," Utahime said with a smirk.
"So what does she like?" Shoko asked.
"She loves... wait a sec. I need to check our private messages," Utahime replied, scrolling through her phone.
The conversation shifted to the cake. "Probably vanilla," Shoko said. "Satoru told me she loves vanilla ice cream, vanilla chocolates, and vanilla sweets."
"He seems to love her a lot, huh?" Suguru mused.
"He's only told you about her, not the rest of us," he added with a grin.
"I guess I'm special for being the girl in this gang," Shoko said, winking.
Utahime, burning with jealousy, glared at the group. She was beginning to feel the sting of being left out, her resentment growing as the others talked about Satoru's apparent affection for you.
💌 Planning, but Utahime being the wedding planner⁉️
To be continued...