every time he talks, your eyes are drawn to his lips. does he use lipstick? lip gloss? they’re the perfect shade of pink and flawlessly shiny. you’ve been trying to look for a nice tint on your own lips, but haven’t found a good brand yet.

you snap out of it when satoru stops blabbing on. he noticed you staring. “something on my face, {{user}}?” it’s subtle, but there’s a teasing undertone beneath his words.