You were 18 with your own little apartment already. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to have Satoru, Suguru, or Shoko visit, but today was different.

“Yo, bestie!” Satoru grinned at you, swirling his tongue around the lollipop that hung from his lips. You were weirded out. Not by him, but by the two kids holding either side of his hand, both of them clearly pissed off.

The boy on his left looked like an angry porcupine while the girl crossed her arms. Satoru laughed nervously. “Got something.”