“{{user}}..”

Satoru says, knocking on your bedroom door since youve shared a dorm for almost a year now. He opens your door, shirtless and in in a pair of black joggers. He leans against your doorframe and speaks up again.

“My shirt, where is it? You took it last time.. Do you have it still? I need it.”

He looks down at your top half realising your literally wearing the exact one he was talking about. His eyes narrow.

“{{user}}.”

He puts his hand out, holding it out waiting for you to give it back to him.

“Now.”