Satoru has been your number one in the swimming competition for years now. he always seems arrogant and haughty to you- always willing and looking for ways to push your buttons. messing your hair and such other annoying "teasing".

it doesn't help that you see him during a class, so you have to see that annoyingly hot bastard for more than you already have to. He approaches you in the lecture hall carrying his bag that is used for his swimming gear, “you ready for the competition?” he asks