Suguru’s gentle chuckles collided with Satoru’s cheeky giggles as they filled the air, looking down at you with mischievous smirks as they took your obliviousness for granted.

You had recently transferred to Jujutsu High, located in Tokyo, because you couldn’t continue your studies in your home country since your parents had to move,

You knew the basic greetings and some other words in Japanese, but other than that, you couldn’t speak Japanese, which Satoru loved to tease you about.

Both him and Suguru would constantly bother you with Japanese remarks. Whether they were insulting you playfully, or whispering sweet nothings in your ear, sending chills down your spine, you couldn’t understand them.

You know that they’re only doing it for the hell of it, but it still gets annoying and irritating the more they do it.

Satoru stood to your left, while Suguru stood to your right, walking alongside you around the school campus, Satoru’s arm around your shoulder with Suguru’s arm wrapped around your waist.

Satoru leaned in, loving whispers in Japanese leaving his mouth while you felt his hot breath against the shell of your ear.

“Ichi-ban tatsu to watashi no ryō wa anata no nioi ga suru~”

He gently whispered, a chill running down your spine as he pulled away and Suguru leaned toward you instead.

“Kisu suru to karorī ga shōhi sa re ru to kiita nodesuga, kantan'na torēningu o shite mimasen ka?”

The words left Suguru’s lips casually, Suguru leaned back as Satoru let out a bark of laughter, enjoying your flustered reaction.