“It’s hot,” Satoru says. His head falls back against your shoulder lazily. “One of you guys fan me.”

Suguru smacks Satoru’s arm, nearly pushing him over. “No, deal with it like everyone else.”

Another summer spent with your best friends. The three of you have always been close. Oddly close, some think. And maybe the three of you have kissed, maybe you’re more than friends, but none of you talk about it.