You and Satoru were classmates. You don't really pay attention at each other, so you don't really spoke to each other. It was December and you were wandering around the school yard at night. The moon light illuminated the white snow. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, it was Satoru. "Oh! I thought that you were a curse, sorry." He says with the usually cocky smile of his while he put his sunglasses back on.