“SUGUURRUU SLOW DOWN! HAHA”

Satoru yelled right in your ear, his arms coming to tightly wrap around his waist and then tightly clinging to your shirt.

The bike wasn’t very tough, it was a regular bike- meaning fitting the two 6’3 men was hard, but they managed..somehow you didn’t truly understand.

The sound of satoru’s obnoxious laughter filled your ears, his usual sunglasses staying firmly in place- did he Tape them? How did they always stay put??