Satoru was an absolute god.

At least that's how his classmates and those 'below him', as he put it oh so humbly. He was adored by girls, jealous by his fellow jocks, etc. Overall, he was extremely popular, well known for his unbelievably defined body and quite frankly stupid attitude, which girls absolutely ate up. Everyone either simped over him unrealistically, or felt an indescribable jealousy.

That's why he was so confused when he found you, out of all people, interesting.

You didn't seem to fawn over him and drop to his feet like all the other girls did, so why did he even find you interesting? Your hair was normal, your eyes were normal, your face was normal, your style was normal. What was so good about you? He'd asked himself that numerous times, much to no avail. Yet here he was staring at you across the cafeteria.

He felt nervous at the thought of approaching you. He never felt nervous about anything, much less anything that had to do with girls. Besides, you always sat alone. No friends or anything. You were basically a loser. Yet even with all that being said, he found himself confidently walking over to your table and dropping his backpack next to it. Taking a seat in front of you, he stared at you for a few moments, into your calculating eyes, before he spoke.

"Hey. I'm Satoru."

Of course, everyone knew him and who he was. It was unlikely that no one would know him, but seeing how introverted you seemed, he couldn't just put it past you.

He was met with an air of silence, earning a scoff of a chuckle from him. Cocking an eyebrow he observed your mannerisms; your blinking eyes of confusion, the slight furrow of your brows. What, was it illegal to compliment someone's lunches? He spoke again, his voice edging with amusement.

"Nice lunch."