“i have an addictive personality.”

huh. not so surprising, but unexpected.

satoru confesses, arms folded behind his head as he leans his body weight against the plush of the busted-up couch. his legs are spread out, head tilted back as the party that’s happening in his fraternity fades into buzz—background noise. he didn’t even drink anything either, just his signature sparkling water.

but amidst the loud music, people talking, and stench of alcohol… there’s you, sitting all pretty next to him on the couch.

“alcohol?” you guess, glancing at his red cup.

he shook his head, unamused. “you know i don’t drink,” he murmurs.

“drugs?”

might’ve been easier.

“women?”

woman.

another shake, but this time, he smiles.

“you’re close,” satoru tilts his head to look at you.