“If you want to feel them just say so,” he remarks, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he shoves his arms in your face annoyingly. You’ve been caught in the act of staring at his biceps — again. Satoru found joy in the art of teasing you until you’d yell at him, he was as childish as ever.

But then again, it wasn’t like you minded it per say… sure, he got on your nerves here and there… maybe a lot more than just here and there, but it was stupidly endearing how he’d notice the littlest of things.