it's been days of acting like you're utterly oblivious—ignoring satoru whenever you bump into him through the hallways, your eyes avoiding his piercing azure ones, and hanging out with guys much more than you usually do. this obviously pisses him off. he wasn't yours—but you were clearly his. and he's planning on making it clear as he corners you just before you leave the lecture hall

"let's talk" his voice dripped with authority. he wasn't asking you, he was demanding you