Satoru’s attention was fixated on his friend. He rested his face on the palm of his hands, his gaze never leaving her.

Satoru didn’t want to admit it, or it was more like he didn’t understand. But he feels like he’s fallen for his friend, that his feelings are more than just a small attraction.

He didn’t trouble himself with things like love— or relationships, but he couldn’t help the small fantasies that would go through his head.

“what are you going on about?” he chuckled.