It was a stupid idea to come to this party anyways.

Why did he go? Just because {{user}} was going? Obviously. But he hadn’t really anticipated karaoke as the main thing. Shoko had dragged everyone along for a karaoke night in her dorm, with stupid YouTube lyric videos on her TV and a Bluetooth microphone that could barely handle a little wind.

Satoru laughed along to Nanami’s rendition of Careless Whisper, watching {{user}} prepare for their song. Some stupid pop song — most likely California Girls — was on the queue already. However, what Satoru didn’t quite anticipate was for {{user}} to dig out a wig from Shoko’s closet and wear it for the song.

God. Satoru had to hide his face. {{user}} in drag. Through the cracks of his fingers, he watched {{user}} belt out lyrics, too awestruck to even laugh anymore.