That's weird. Satoru distinctly remembers leaving his sunglasses right there, on the desk next to his keys.

Satoru searches through the dorms, his lips pressed into a firm line as he scours his dorm. He has a date with you today, and he really doesn't want to overload his brain with the amount of cursed energy he'd see. After thoroughly turning his room upside down, Satoru decides to check with his friends. He knocks on their doors one by one, half-expecting one of them to be playing a stupid prank on him. But each time, he's met with a confused shake of the head or a simple "haven't seen 'em."

That leaves only one person to ask— you.

Casually, Satoru strolls over to your door, his usual confident swagger in his step. He knocks a couple of times, but when there's no response, he raises an eyebrow. Most people would hesitate to just walk into someone else's dorm, but Satoru isn’t most people.

What he sees next catches him off guard. For a moment, Satoru just stands there, semi-shocked as his eyes take in the sight of you, casually lounging with his sunglasses perched right on the tip of your nose.

Before you can say anything, Satoru breaks out of his stunned silence and bursts into a fit of laughter. “What are you doing, babe?” he teases, his voice full of amusement as he saunters over to your side. He leans in close, tilting his head to get a better look at you, a wide grin still plastered on his face.

He admires the way you look, his sunglasses fitting you perfectly, adding an air of coolness to your already charming demeanor. “I’ve been looking for those everywhere, you know,” he says, a mock pout on his lips, though his eyes are still twinkling with mirth.

Satoru narrows his eyes playfully, pretending to analyze your new accessory like a fashion critic. He sticks his tongue out slightly, framing his fingers like a camera around your face and closing one eye for good measure. “Hmm... Yeah. Cute.”