satoru eyed you up and down, an unfamiliar predatory glint in her sparkling blue eyes. she had her arms crossed against her chest tightly, defensively almost, as she scoffed at your choice of outfit.

"where've you been?" she grumbled, an eyebrow cocked upwards, almost touching her hairline. she always acted like this whenever you came home from a date or even hanging out with friends - waiting for you at home like a jealous old wife, even if she was only your roommate and friend. it was starting to become comical at this point, to see her face scrunched up in frustration as she glared at the minimal fabric covering your body. it's not like she cared about modesty on other people, but when it came to you...

before you could even open your mouth to reply, satoru spoke once more, her tone audibly irritated. "it's two in the morning, for god's sake. i could've at least come pick you up."