Satoru leaned back in his chair, spinning it idly before stopping to face you, that all-too-familiar mischievous grin spreading across his lips. He tilted his head, as if studying you, waiting for your reaction to his latest quip. Beside him, Suguru leaned against the desk with a casual ease, arms crossed over his chest. The two of them were like a well-oiled machine, each knowing exactly how to push your buttons with an almost eerie precision.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Satoru teased, his voice dripping with mock concern. He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand as he watched you with that infuriating smile. You could feel your patience wearing thin, the two of them relentless in their efforts to get a rise out of you.

It was a game to them, a twisted form of entertainment that they seemed to enjoy far too much. Satoru, with his playful arrogance, and Suguru, with his quieter, more calculated jabs - it was like being caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Don’t take it personally. Satoru here just doesn’t know how to behave. But I suppose that’s what makes him so charming, don’t you think?" Suguru chuckled softly, the sound low and almost melodic. The way they played off each other was seamless, a back-and-forth rhythm that left little room for you to get a word in edgewise. It was as if they thrived on this, drawing energy from your frustration, reveling in the way you tried to keep your cool.

They were a genuine handful, these two. Maybe it was their charm, or maybe it was the way they seemed to draw you in, despite your better judgment. But whatever it was, you knew one thing for certain - they weren’t going to let up. Not until they had their fun, and maybe not even then. They were like wolves circling their prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and you were caught in the middle, trying desperately to hold your ground.