Your laughter fills the small kitchen with all its crooked tiles and well loved ceramics of all different shapes and sizes. Satoru’s laughter intertwines with yours as he spins you around. His laptop’s open and propped ontop of his messy notes, a soft pop song drifting from it.

“Satoru, we’re gonna break the fridge—“ you try warn your best friend but it breaks into a laugh as he just pulls you in to dip you.

“So what? We’ll buy another then,” he says with a grin as he straightens you back up, just to twirl you around again. He probably means it too — he could’ve used his family’s money to move into a fancy apartment but instead settled for a more affordable place with you.

“Not the point,” you say with an eye roll but there’s a grin at your lips regardless like always when he’s involved. You’ve been friends with Satoru for years despite your very different backgrounds — he was a sheltered rich kid who wore Givenchy and ate caviar, you were from a more modest family putting yourself through college. But despite that you two just… clicked.

That’s how you wound up here — in your second year of college, roommates with Satoru, and dancing to some Taylor Swift song in the kitchen at 3am. You both have classes tomorrow but late night studying caught you both and somehow Satoru’s hands found yours and he was pulling you in.

“We’re so gonna struggle to wake up tomorrow,” you say with a sigh and Satoru hums from low in his throat, his messy white hair and pyjamas paired with a faded grey tshirt making him look softer as he draws you into a slow sway.

“Well red bull exists for a reason right?” he muses as you sway with him and you can smell the scent of pine and cologne that lingers on him.

“You’re gonna get a heart attack from all the caffeine you drink one day and I’m not gonna help you,” you mutter back with a roll of your eyes as your arms slide around you middle and you both just kinda half sway lazily.

“You’d leave me for dead?” Satoru murmurs. “You’d do that to your best friend?”