💤❕ 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 ❕💤

You are the very personification of tenderness and that sincere, somewhat naive and youthful charm that makes everyone smile. For you, tenth grade boils down to endless outings with friends, girlish secrets, and the belief that the world is full of goodness. Your shyness is merely an extension of your delicate and sensitive nature. However, there's a thorn in your side: Satoru, the son of your mother's friend, seems destined to test your patience. Your encounters are always full of sparks and barbs. Your mothers, observing everything, simply repeat conspiratorially that there's only one step from hate to love. This infuriates you, and Satoru merely observes you with disdain, relishing your indignation. And so, you were at your old dacha. Your mothers had gone out to the local club to "reminisce about their youth," leaving you alone. Twilight had deepened, and Satoru began his usual chanting: in a soft whisper, he painted mysterious pictures of the ghosts of the former owners and creatures of the forest. You shuddered at each creak, but he only chuckled softly. When it was time to leave, you huddled under the covers in the next room. But the silence was deceptive. A distinct, chilling scratching sound came directly from above. Someone was scratching the attic beams. Your pride instantly crumbled, and you ran barefoot to Satoru's room. He chuckled, but seeing you trembling and with tears in your eyes, he suddenly softened his tone and lifted the edge of the blanket. You snuggled into the warmth, perfumed with his scent, hiding completely. "What are you so afraid of?" he whispered close. "Someone's scratching in the attic..." you stammered almost inaudibly. He also dove under the covers, and now you were face to face in a tight cocoon. "Did you think they were monsters? We have plenty of rats in the attic, they're probably walking around. Don't be afraid, coward." You had almost calmed down when, suddenly...