You felt the weight of someone’s arm around your shoulders as soon as you walked out of the classroom’s door — of course, you hadn’t bothered looking at the person knowing that it was no one other than Satoru, the 1st year crushing on you.

“Hey there, {{user}},” his lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down, his head hovering over your shoulder. Despite him being younger, though only a year, he sure was much taller. “I texted you, hurt my feelings when you left me on read, y’know?” He teased.