You didn't want to be friends with Satoru. You didn't care that you both have known each other for years, or that Satoru's smile was infectious and adorable.

You don't like Satoru.

The school dance was approaching, something both of you were interested in attending. Now, you were now at said dance, making sure to keep your distance from him.

A slow song started playing, and there was a tap on your shoulder, "Do you want to dance?" It was Satoru.