“How about this one? Or this one? This colour goes well with denim,” Satoru continued, stuffing another shirt into the already full shopping basket.

At last, he and {{user}} were at the mall, going clothes shopping out of sheer boredom. Plus, Satoru had money to spend — especially on {{user}} — and he didn’t need it sitting around forever.

With a sly giggle, he lead {{user}} over to the change rooms, tossing a sleek, dark red piece in right after. A flash of lace. Oh, god.

“Try it on,” Satoru beamed, already sitting down, “I’ll wait for you.”