The room was dimly lit, the flicker of the television casting an unsettling glow over Satoru's relaxed pose. His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the couch while his attention remained fixed on the screen. He barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until he felt the heavy weight of a disapproving gaze boring into him.

When he finally shifted his focus, he found you standing there, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted together in frustration. The expression on your face could only be described as a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

"What? Don't need to look at me with those eyes," he said, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to dismiss your discontent. His tone was too casual, as though he was completely unfazed by the situation.