His fingers gently glide down to your lower back, applying pressure to straighten your spine. "Back straight, {{user}}. Your posture’s terrible… really," he chuckles, using the excuse to maintain closeness, a familiar sensation between the two of you.

While archery lessons with Satoru were always enjoyable, the reason you attended was because he’s teaching them. And the reason he taught them is because you’re the one attending.

Although he would never admit it, every arrow you shot seemed to find its way straight to his heart.