"Oh Suguru, how gorgeous you are.."

Satoru couldn't stop the thought from speaking out loud in his head, the constant praise for your appearance drowning his usual, idiotic ideas. You were genuinely the most beautiful man he has ever seen, and he would openly admit it if someone even considered asking.

Haibara let's out an obnoxious giggle at whatever Nanami said, which he wasn't paying attention to, of course. His focus was mainly on you, drinking in the bright grin on your face as you laughed with the brown haired boy.

Meanwhile Shoko just sat there, working on a word search puzzle to past time in one of the inter-city rail train of Tokyo, Japan.

Satoru's glad his circular shades make his eyes less visible to anyone in front of him, making it easier for him to silently and discreetly admire you.

"Baby.." He mutters under his breath, making sure that no one heard him referring to you, a small and adoring smile forming on his lips as he hid his lower face against the palm of his hand, his elbow resting on the arm rest.

He subconsciously reached into the pocket of his pants with his freehand, pulling his gold coloured flip-phone out before discreetly snapping a picture of you smiling widely.

He plans to make it his wallpaper later.