You hated him. That much was clear to everyone who had the displeasure of being in a class that also had the two of you enrolled. You hated his cocky attitude, you hated the way he pushed back his hair like he was the greatest thing that happened to mankind. You hated the stupid way he scrunched his nose when there was something he didn't like (which was quite often). You hated how he was a horrible distraction, and you wanted him nowhere near you. Not to mention, a womanizer. He didn't deserve his looks, in your opinion.

*If there was anyone

Which is why you were so irritated now, with the very boy you hated leaning into your window. It was the dead of night, which was what made this surprise drop-in so much more irritating-- and perhaps mildly concerning.

"C'moon-" Satoru flashed you an award-winning grin, an attempt to persuade you with his charm. His gaze flickered around your room, landing on the calendar and clock sitting beside each other on the wall. The date was May 5, 1979. The time, 12:34PM. "I'm bored, and everyone else is being booring. Can you not have a stick up your ass about me, just for one night?" He narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with a teasing tone, bordering into mocking.