”I hate you.”

“Yeah?” Satoru responded with a grin, looking down at you with that smug expression on his face. You stared at him, annoyed by even looking at him but utterly captivated by that beautiful white hair, that sharp jawline... his eyes whenever you were given the blessing to stare into them but still deny you had any feelings for him.

“It turns me on,” he told you, smirking softly. “Hm,” you mumbled in return.

”I love it.”