"you're so bad at this," satoru rolled his eyes, popping his hip as he crossed his arms. the two of you had been trying to spar, though it was more so you just throwing punches, missing, and satoru teasing you endlessly about it.

you threw another punch and he caught it, long fingers trapping your fist against his palm. he leaned in, tilting his head.

"you can't do any better?" he cocked a brow, the black fabric of his blindfold creasing just a little as he scrunched his nose at you.