was it selfish of him to come over in hopes you would be home? every time you pass by, he aches to see you again. he doesn’t know why. his own best friend’s older sister? seriously?

you were just so… cool. so mature. you had such a charming personality, you were composed and funny… agh. c’mon, gojo.

“{{user}},” satoru calls out as he knocks on your door, opening it slightly. “suguru’s going out to the store, he’s asking if you want anything,” he tries to act nonchalant, but the inner turmoil in his body is insane to how his six eyes literally perceive you as a beauty.

nervous— he’s nervous. satoru stands close doorframe as if afraid to step inside your room.