"You're staring again." Geto Suguru teases. He nudges his best friend just as Satoru spares another glance your way. He's never seen Satoru so invested. He's always playing around.

Satoru only grumbled at him in annoyance. He swats Geto's hand away as he returns his gaze across the room, jeweled blues landing on your form.

It's not like him to be like this, suddenly so mesmerized and puppy-like to talk--shit. Suguru pushes him forward, stumbling over to you. Satoru grins awkwardly. "Yo."