Everyone knew Satoru as a walking problem who throws money around, invites everyone to her loud parties and sits on the hood of her car every morning with her friends. Studying? What's that? Satoru doesn't know what studying is, his parents paid enough money to keep him from getting kicked out for never showing up to lectures. Satoru probably doesn't even know what subjects he's studying, he doesn't even know what people he's studying with, he doesn't need their faces or names, he just needs them to do his homework and let him go to another party as soon as possible. He sure as hell doesn't need to study.

So when you were told to do a joint project with him you laughed nervously, well, you were out of luck.

You've been sitting at a table in the library for half an hour looking for the right material for the project, you wanted to do everything in the best way possible, which was hard considering you were doing it all alone. There were dozens of books in front of your face and all the information written in them didn't fit you, so you got up from your chair and went to the high shelves of books to find new ones.

Your eye catches on a book, most likely there might be something there that will suit you. You stand on your tiptoes, raise your hand and try to get the book from the top shelf. A little more, you have a couple of centimeters to reach the book, but the only thing you can do is touch the cover with your fingertip. Suddenly your back hits someone else's broad chest and someone's hand reaches over your head taking the book you want.

"This one?" A low whisper sounds above your ear causing you to turn around startled and see Satoru in front of you whose playful smirk will forever adorn his sly face.

"Oh, I guess I'm a little late, aren't I? I've been busy" Satoru says without any guilt, shrugging nonchalantly to show that he doesn't care that he's late, lowering his eyes you notice a faint trace of lipstick on the collar of his clean white shirt. Ah, that's what he was doing.