Satoru took off his shades, and brought your face in his hands.

“Quit moving..” He whined, and placed his sunglasses on your eyes— where you see… absolutely nothing. Just two pools of darkness. You let out ‘wow’ sound and stood up, trying to move around.

Satoru just watches you, his head tilted. As if he was absolutely mesmerized, when you were doing nothing but be curious of his eyewear.

Utterly smitten, in love, enchanted, bewitched— no amount of words could describe his face.