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WITH TWO WEEKS flashing by, the end of the training camp had come. Today would be Airi's last day as a manager, after she told the coach that she was quitting a few days ago. 
Satoru had gotten amazingly better at basketball, much with the help of his new friends, Toge and Panda. They were impossibly annoyed of Satoru's constant bugging, but still was able to form a relationship.
You exchanged contacts with Maki, and she became your gossip sister. You found out the reason for Naoya's strange behavior.
Apparently, Maki had come from a rich family of the Zenin household, that were rivals with the Gojos. Maki didn't care, because she had thrown away the "rich daughter" life, but Naoya was the heir of the family company, and so was Satoru.
Naturally, there was some sort of "I'm better than you" mentality that he was trying to prove. One of them was by whisking you away—which he failed at, miserably. 
You knew your boyfriend came from a rich family, but it was only now that you realized he was the heir. It was no secret that he disliked talking about his family, and was rather uncomfortable with it, which is why you never asked him about them.
You also got to know more about Maki from getting close with her, like the fact that she had a twin sister. 
There was a national basketball tournament in the winter, and if both teams advanced (which they would), they would go against each other. It was friendly rivalry, and it left everybody with a fire burning in their chest.
Saying your goodbyes to everybody, you finally had made your way home. The bullet train ride went by in a flash, and so did the bus ride. Satoru slept the whole way (and you might've stared at him the whole time).
It was a blissful moment for you, and only then had you recalled every moment you spent with Satoru. 
You remembered the first time you saw him. God, he was gorgeous. Was he not a model? But, that had been it. A tall boy with a perfect face, and from what you heard, a great skill in basketball.
His eyes were always drilling holes into your face. You laughed at the irony, because now it was you who couldn't keep your eyes off of him. 
He tried to talk to you on his way out of the briefing session. You noticed it, and you watched him, but he walked out. It took you a minute, but you had laughed under your breath. He looked so nervous.
Now, now was different.
He was still shy in some parts, and it was a vulnerable and rare side of him that peeked out when you teased him. And oh, how much you loved it.
The tilt of his head as he averted his eyes whenever you got too close, or the shudder of his breath when your hand got too close to the hem of his jeans—you only wanted more.
It was funny what love could do to a person. Before, you wanted nothing to do with Satoru, and now, you were greedy, and "too much" became "not enough". 
At first, you were fine with the short kisses and the occasional hickeys, but ever since the laundry room, there was a switch turned on in you. "Were you seriously planning your first to be in a random laundry room in Kyoto?" You had said, but you were no longer in Kyoto.
You wondered if he had been thinking the same things as you all this time. You hoped he had, because then, you wouldn't feel so guilty about having these indecent thoughts.
You had invited Gojo over to your house to sleep over. His house was much further than yours, so you both decided it was a good idea for him to spend the night on the way back from Kyoto.