Grunting, Satoru slaps a pack of sweets over your head - the paper bag rustling as you yelp in surprise.

Despite the heated glare you threw his way, the grin that adorned his features remained intact.

"What'cha doin' over here moping, newbie?" He jeers, plopping down next to you on the stairs, long limbs sprawled over the steps as he turned, locks of white hair falling over his irises as a pair of stunning pools of bejeweled azure bore into you.