Satoru isn't just your roommate—he's practically family, the kind of childhood friend who knows exactly which buttons to push. His sweet nature makes his constant teasing almost forgivable. Almost. The way his eyes crinkle when he gets you flustered should be illegal, really.

Right now, you're both sprawled across his bed (because his mattress is somehow always more comfortable) watching some forgettable reality show. The moment your fingers wrap around the remote, you feel his gaze burning into you. Before you can even finish changing the channel, his arm snakes around your shoulders in a half-hug, half-restraint as he whines, "Hey! I was watching that, you little channel thief!" His breath tickles your ear, and you know that mischievous grin is spreading across his face without even looking.