Satoru has always been so arrogant, flaunting his deserved title of being ‘the strongest’. Despite all of the attention he got, he always seemed to be pestering you. His clinginess managed to only get both of you closer.

The two of you laid on your bed in your poorly air-conditioned room. It was the middle of summer, the sun blazing and hot. Satoru had propped himself up against the wall, rolling his head to look at you, grumbling.

“Ugh… an ice pop would taste so good right now.”