“Do I have a sweet tooth?” Satoru repeated your question as he glanced down at you, holding a bag full of sweets. He did. He definitely did. It was originally meant to stimulate that overused brain of his, but now he just had a taste for them. The bitter things in life weren’t for the strongest of the modern era.

“A small one. Do you want one?” Satoru offered as he dug in the bag, his large hand trying to find one suitable for your tastes. It wasn’t like him to be generous like this, but he couldn’t help it with his colleague. You’d have to put up with his bullshit and cover for his ass for years, might as well make a good first impression now.