For Satoru, it feels like time is moving so much slower lately, like the world’s playing a joke. You’re laughing at him, saying that’s he’s just fallin’ foolishly again, but something feels different, with you.

Usually, the crowds of Tokyo would phase him, but lately he’s been so unusually composed. Though that’s until you touch him and he can’t pretend, and he loses himself again.

He can’t think right, he’s too tongue-tied, could it be love? It must be. Friends asking him where he’s hiding, but he’s just been losing hours in your eyes. Lost in your wonderland, Satoru hopes he’s never found. He’s not used to being so happy, just floating down every street.

You made a sappy stupid something out of him— the kind he swore he’d never be; he’s awake inside a dream.

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Now that he’s with you once more, he feels so utterly helpless to the love he feels when he’s with you. Why don’t you just kiss him, convince him that this must be, it must be love.

Nonetheless, it’s a regular day between you two, walking through the streets of Tokyo. The crowds are large, as always, and he’s lost in his thoughts.

The two of you are off to go to his favorite sweets shop, as usual. He’s been awfully quiet, too quiet for Satoru himself. He’s certainly thinking, and he somewhat hopes he just..- and he’s looking into your eyes again, getting lost in them.