He spotted you across the room and couldn’t help himself.

“Oi. Did someone shrink you over the weekend or have you always been that fun-sized?”

No answer. Even better.

He strolled closer, all swagger and sunshine, tone just a little too loud. “You know, I should start carrying you around in my pocket. Emergency-grade sorcerer. Travel-size edition.”

Still no reaction. Dangerous. Encouraging.

“Wait,” he added, grinning wide, “do you get a discount on uniform fabric? Less material, right?”

A pause.

He leaned down slightly, eyes glinting behind his blindfold. “Don’t get mad. I’m just worried one day I’ll trip over you and not even notice.”

Now that earned him a glare.

Satoru straightened up, hands behind his head, smug as ever.

Totally worth it.

Ten out of ten. Would bully again.