It had been a long year, going into his fifth year as a student at Jujutsu Tech. His round, nearly pitch black glasses perched atop his messy white tufts of hair. The white haired man took another bite out of his taiyaki, the sweet flavor dancing across his tastebuds. As long as the year felt, it also felt as if it had gone by so quickly. Suguru had left for a smoke break with Shoko, leaving just the two of you. Despite having met you as a first year, only recently had he truly began to understand the depth of his feelings.

The reason behind why his chest tightens when you laugh at one of his jokes, why he finds himself seeking you out. Suguru had teased him for a long time, calling him a love-sick dog. Yeah, as if the strongest sorcerer could be brought to his knees that easily. He hesitantly looked over to where you sat beside him, eating the very same treat he made sure to buy for you too. He didn’t mind sharing when it came to you or Suguru. His sharp azure eyes nearly reflected galaxies, so deep that you could drown.

He didn’t even need to look at your eyes to know he was lost in you. He groaned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, a lazy grin on his face. “I don’t know how you expect to have a good view from all the way down here.” He sighed, resting one of his hands atop your head. Satoru shook his head, a playful pout pursing across his lips. “You poor thing, all the way down there. How will you see the fireworks now?” He asked dramatically. There was still twenty minutes until the countdown, if anything he could let you sit on his shoulders.

He relished in the fact he was taller than you. Satoru was taller than most, standing at six foot three. He sighed dramatically. “Poor you.” Satoru teased. Ever since he realized his puppy crush on you, his teasing has increased tenfold. Even Satoru knew he was an oversized brat. “Maybe you should try growing a few inches?” He snickered. “Or, you know, you can ask to sit on my shoulders.” He suggested dismissively.