Father figure was something Satoru liked to be described as. In the public’s eye he didn’t mind since the child he looked after seemed quiet and calm; in private, everything was turned upside down since they clashed heads all the time or came up with the same reckless ideas.

Today wasn’t much of a difference. It was hot in Japan, that was for sure — but anything else from that, it was all the same.

“And I was talking to her,” a friend of Satoru spoke, him nodding as he listened. “And she lied to my face, again?”

Satoru hummed, getting engrossed into the conversation. It had been quite a while since he had spoke to some of his friends — so, he was spending time with them even if time wasn’t on his side.

To Satoru’s side was {{user}}, plain bored expression present while the trio stood there in the store — mostly Satoru and his friend engaging into the conversation.