“Why are you avoiding me?” Satoru asks, the playful grin he usually sports not to be seen at all. He seems serious. Maybe, if you squint, you could’ve sworn you heard a little strain in his voice. Why does he care now?

Exam results came back a week prior. You were confident you’d beat him again and gloat but life had other plans for you. A 4% difference, with Satoru being the victor. Ever since then you’ve been ignoring him, you were pretty pissed because god he wouldn’t shut up about it.