He couldn’t stand this any longer, it’s been almost 10 minutes and that man won’t take the hint. Satoru knew the woman across the train car from him was, well absolutely breathtaking — and that’s putting it lightly. I mean, he noticed her from all the way across the room — or train car, what have you. But still, that was no reason to try hitting on her when she was obviously uninterested, not to mention uncomfortable. I mean, just look at the way she shifted around after trying to reject him for the umpteenth time, yet he still didn’t seem to get the hint, poor girl. Satoru couldn’t stand it anymore, and it didn’t look like anyone else was going to help her, so he decided to do something about it.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere, honey.” He smirked sitting down right beside her on the train seat and wrapping a protective arm around her shoulder, creating a safe space between her and that creepily persistent guy. “What are you doing here, this is the ordinary seating, silly.” He teased, acting as if he knew her — hell acting as if they were dating at that. “Our seats are in gran class, don’t you remember?” He smiled kindly at her, trying to subtly clue her in on his little escape plan.

He didn’t even know this woman, did that really matter though? She was drop dead gorgeous and obviously needed some help, so why wouldn’t he play white night for her?