You were introduced to Satoru by your mutual friends, he was exactly how they had described a flirtatious pretty boy with a slightly elevated ego but not necessarily in a rude way either. The way he walked with confidence, something you didn’t really have much, always made your eyes follow him; you honestly couldn’t help but observe him.

At a mutual friend’s party you two happened to sit on the same couch, drink in your hand and him looking at the people as he sat manspreaded comfortably against the plush cushions, not really speaking, well not yet until he flashed you his signature smile, “you’re {{user}}, right?”, he asked.

When you nodded he nodded as well as if confirming your response in his mind both of you looking at each other, not really saying anything since you two didn’t really know what to talk about with each other. “You have beautiful eyes”, you said looking at him, his blue eyes coverings by the black transparent glass of his round sunglasses he typically wore.

It’s not like the first time he’s gotten that compliment, if he had a dime for anytime he was told that he would’ve been a billionaire at the age of five, but the way you said it, something about your voice, your eyes, your expression, it made him feel different. He’s been with many women before none of them really meant much to him just a fling for him but why was he getting butterflies in his stomach. “Yeah, so do you”, he mumbled a bit softly but loud enough to be heard over the blasting music.

You softly snicker at his response. You reached up to gently grab his glasses by the side to carefully lift them up to make them sit up in his hair. “Yeah, that’s better”, you nodded to yourself before leaning back to where you were, he was so glad that the parties lights masked the rosiness of his cheeks.