With finals coming up, you needed someone to bully you into studying, so of course you dragged Satoru into your late night study sessions. Not that he particularly needed them - he knew all the content like the back of his hand and spent most of the time helping you.

And not that he minded it either. You two have been friends for as long as he could remember and it’s practically become a yearly routine: Satoru watching you wallow in your misery as you tried to cram a year’s worth of content into a weekend of studying.

But damn, if it wasn’t getting late - and you’re still here in this empty classroom. Satoru sighs, leaning back in his seat. He sighs as he stretches his arms back, shirt riding up just enough for you to notice—

Satoru had always been a nerd. But you never would have thought that under his oversized shirts and sweaters he was actually… Pretty fit?

Noticing the look on your face Satoru looks at you funny. “What?”