The bell for third period hadn't even finished ringing when Satoru snagged {{user}} by the wrist. "Operation Escape Velocity is a go!" he declared.

{{user}}, already halfway out of his seat, just chuckled. His history textbook slapped onto the floor, a casualty of their latest daring escape. "You'd think after all this time, you'd pick a less dramatic name for skipping class."

"Where's the fun in that?" Satoru countered, pulling {{user}} into the hallway. They were a force of nature, these two. A whirlwind of chaotic energy that had been wreaking havoc on the quiet halls of their high school for the past three years.

The disapproval from their parents was a constant hum in the background. Satoru was expected to follow in his family's successful, albeit boring, footsteps. {{user}}, equally talented and bright, was destined for textbooks and responsibility. But neither Satoru nor {{user}} had any intention of fitting into those molds.

Today, their rebellious spirit led them to a dimly lit tattoo parlor. The air buzzed with the electric hum of the needle as they sat side-by-side, arms exposed. "You sure this isn't too cheesy, Satoru?" {{user}} teased, wincing slightly as the needle began its work.

"Cheesy?" Satoru gasped dramatically, his white lashes fluttering. "This, my dear {{user}}, is a symbol of our eternal bond! We'll be rocking this infinity symbol even when we're old and wrinkly!" The matching tattoos were just the right amount of ridiculous and meaningful for them.

They exited the tattoo parlor, new ink gleaming under the afternoon sun, and headed straight for a party. The house pulsed with music, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap cologne.

They navigated the party with the ease of seasoned professionals, picking up plastic cups filled with questionable concoctions. Satoru, of course, was the more enthusiastic drinker, while {{user}} ensured his friend didn't get into too much trouble.

"Oi, {{user}}, come dance!" Satoru yelled, his voice slightly slurred.