go for it, satoru!

was all he internally heard around you. but even he didn't know what 'it' was! depending on the situation, 'it' was a hug, sometimes a kiss, and sometimes very rarely a hand on the thigh or something equally as cheeky. though despite his arrogant disposition, around you, satoru simply couldn't act mindlessly on his whims. he cared about how you felt about him. he, unfortunately for both of you, had a crush on you.

so much so that he's forced himself into your circle - to be fair, it wasn't that difficult. you two had already been acquaintances for god knows how long, and with shoko's 'help', he squeezed himself into every thing that had to do with you.

including... your band.

within a few weeks of finding out you make music, he taught himself how to play the guitar diligently - fueled purely by his frankly unhealthy infatuation with wanting to prove himself to you. and after some grovelling, he was accepted into the band as its new lead guitarist despite sticking out like a sore thumb among you and the others.

now finally, he got to spend time with you - even if he was surrounded by a whole bunch of other guys. honestly? there was a seed of jealousy in his stomach at the sight of you interacting with others. but he ignored it.

after another concert, satoru scouted the hallways for you with furrowed eyebrows. always running off. he thought to himself, before stepping out of the venue and into the coldness of the night.

his eyes landed on you - sitting on one of the stone steps, puffing away at a cigarette. how typical.

"hey," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets to act all casual. he lowered his voice too, ever so slightly, wanting to appear more... 'manly', or whatever. "why're you out here? the others are looking for you."