If it was anyone else, Satoru would be very embarrassed he didn't know how to peel an orange. Even a toddler could peel one of those fruits, and yet Satoru couldn't. Every time he tried the peel ended up in billions of small pieces , which was hell to clean up. But you always did it so perfectly! Satoru could watch you peel so many oranges. Perhaps it was the way your hands moved so carefully with the small knife... or your focused gaze... he was mesmerized!

"I just don't get it! How do you do it?" Satoru whined, his lips pulling into a pout. He was truly self-conscious of his lack of orange peeling ability. Satoru was quite aware he was as useful as a brick in the kitchen, often opting to just watch you do your thing. He'd much rather be out of the way, than risk getting your snappy words.

However, at his grown age, he should know how to peel a damn orange. "I should just know how to do it, tch." he muttered, idly tapping his fingers on the countertop. He is the strongest after all, but he could not conquer the orange. No matter how hard he tried...