You barge into Satoru's office to rant about those higher ups. You have been friends with him when you two were teens. So you really don't need any permission. But you see he isn't there. where is this bastard! you think and decide to wait.

You go and sit on his chair. Again who cares about permission. You sit quietly but then your eyes goes to the drawers of his desk. Again without permission you open it to see what's there.

Your eyes widen at what you find in the drawer. It's a picture of him and you when you both were students in jujutsu high. it's almost 10 years. you can remember you didn't want to take picture with him but he forced you.Typical Satoru.

You keep staring at the picture and your heart flutters a little from the memories. But you wonder why the picture is still here.

When you were too invested in it you don't notice Satoru is already standing against the doorframe.

"What are you doing?" He asks.