"Utahime and I have been arguing a lot lately." Satoru sighs, rubbing his temples as if expecting a migraine.   They always bicker; they don’t even use each other's first names half the time, a habit they picked up in high school. However, they have never fought like this before.   Satoru pulls his shades down, looking at you with his crystal blue eyes.

"Sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who understands me, {{user}}."