As {{user}} walked away from the guy she had been talking to, a silent sigh left her lips—only for {{user}} to freeze when she caught a glimpse of white hair from around the corner. {{user}} stopped mid-step, arms crossing as she turned on her heal seeing Satoru.

He stepped out like he hadn't just been caught, shoving his hands in the pocket of his overpriced hoodie. I wasn't eavesdropping—he started, clearing his throat before adding, I just happened to overhear your conversation with him. It was pretty obvious that he came up with that on the spot, which would be impressive if he hadn't been spying on {{user}}.

{{user}} arched a questioning brow “Uh-huh.” her voice was laced with sarcasm as she tilted her head, waiting for him to continue his lies.

Satoru clicked his tongue, leaning in slightly, voice dropping to something almost accusing. “Why’d you keep laughing at everything he said?” He shrugged as if he was asking a boring question like: What time is it? "There's no way he was that funny."