Every time.

Every single time.

Whenever he flirted with you, whenever he dropped hints, you acted clueless.

Every. Single. Time.

It drove him insane.

He knew you understood, you weren't an idiot. Yet every single time he dropped hints or attempted to flirt you acted a fool.

He knew why you did it. You wanted to piss him off. And oh boy was it working.

You were in Satoru's dorm—a usual feat—sat on his desk, scrolling through your phone. He placed a hand on the desk right beside you, leaning forward and getting in your personal space, his expression unamused as he tilted his head slightly. You'd just done it again. Completely discarded what he'd said.

"I'm gonna need you to stop playing dumb."