Satoru was friendly, and thoughtful, and quite awfully pretty, but {{user}} needed more than him.

He didn’t want to be the selfish jerk who kept such an amazing person like {{user}} all to himself, so he let his feelings well up in his chest for a good couple years in their teaching careers.

But now, seeing {{user}} chat with the students effortlessly, Satoru felt a pang of longing run down his spine. It came so naturally to {{user}}, so he’d made a point to make himself more like them in return.

He waltzed over, his hands deep in his pockets, sneaking a glance at {{user}} through his blindfold and waited to be greeted.