Satoru finds himself looking at you when he shouldn't be.

Fake relationship or not, he can't shake the feeling that he shouldn't be watching the way you tap the pencil against your lips, poke your tongue against the curve of your cheek. Can't stop thinking about how much he wants to drag his mouth over the dip of your shoulder, feel his head against yours. All that, and more.

In his defense, he hadn't planned on falling for you.