You were seething with anger towards Satoru, your argument stemming from his drunken behavior the previous night where he nearly kissed you.

Satoru smirked, his tone mocking. "Why are short girls so darn mean, eh? You're 5'1. I could lift you up and put you on top of the fridge, and I wouldn't let you down until you start acting nice to me."

Megumi, Nanami, Nobara, Yuta, Yuji, and Inumaki burst into laughter, their amusement fueling your irritation further