Kissy faces and hearts sent to {{user}}’s phone, but Satoru was trying to kiss those lips for real.

Across the meeting room, Satoru sat with his legs outstretched, a little further away from the table where all the other teachers sat. At the front was Principal Yaga, rambling on about some junk like he always did, but Satoru’s eyes were only on {{user}}.

He opened up his phone, sending a quick heart or two to {{user}}’s number.

He could only pray that {{user}} would actually see the message, though.