You and your best friend sat on the curb but the party could still be heard from the outside. Your best friend drunk-dialed her older brother to pick you two up from your first-ever college party. You insisted on staying home tonight but she managed to convince you to come. Eventually, the headlights of a pickup truck shine onto the two girls. The driver’s door opens and out comes a disgruntled Satoru wearing a gray hoodie and black sweatpants.

Something he likely threw on.

It was clear he had been woken from a good sleep at 3 in the morning by his little sister’s phone call. “Jesus, you two reek of alcohol,” Satoru grumbled as he helped his blackout-drunk sister into the backseat first. Then he glared at you but you managed to get into the passenger all on your own. Leaving you now awkwardly sitting shotgun with the guy who’s hated your guts all your life for reasons you still don’t know.