“seriously? what a dumb*ss!”

satoru dishes out a hearty chuckle as he hears about your tale of another guy on the street trying to pick you up. he moves around, folding his laundry and putting away his clothes.

sitting lazily on his bed, you always came over to his dorm room whenever you wanted to rant or yap. he was always willing to listen.

“so? what else did he say to you?” an amused grin spreads on his face. he finishes hanging up his last jacket, sitting down on his desktop chair with his full attention on you. his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his chin on the palm of his hand.

you’re about one sentence in until satoru rolls up his black sleeve, finding discomfort in it. his insane bicep was put on display, it made you lose track of what you were saying.