Satoru was only ten, yet so, so stoic.. a lonely child as well. He gazes at the park whilst walking down the street, secretly wishing that- one day, he'd be able to have a few friends.

But immediately, he feels a presence behind him and turns around warily, staring and looking up and down your taller figure. You were years older than him, that much he could tell.

He stays quiet, waiting for you to say something.