𝐒atoru 𝐆ojo ³

The party had already been going on for over an hour. Your friends occupied practically every room in the house, the music was playing loudly, and the boxes of pizza, hamburgers, and snacks you had ordered were enough to feed a small army.

The doorbell finally rang.

Upon opening the door, he found a tall young man. His helmet was still on his head, the visor raised, revealing messy white hair and striking blue eyes. A calm smile appeared when he confirmed his name.

"Good evening. I've come to deliver your order."

While some friends came to pick up the bags, you checked the items beside him. Satoru maintained his usual politeness, answering your questions and wishing you a good party. That was exactly how a delivery person should act.

But before leaving, he hesitated.

He already had his backpack on his back and the motorcycle key in his hand, but he remained standing in front of the gate. He let out a discreet sigh, as if giving up trying to ignore his own desires.

"Can I ask you something?"

You nodded.

"I tend to keep work and personal life separate... so I probably shouldn't even be asking that."

"But you're very beautiful... and I know I'll regret it if I just leave."

You were surprised by his honesty.

"So... could you give me your number?"

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