Satoru swallowed harshly at the sight of the bottle pointing at him, he could feel himself begin to sweat and flush spread up from the back of his neck to his ears.

Oh god...I didn't think it would actually land on me...

His eyes flicked up to you; sitting there all pretty with a smirk on your face.

"Looks like it landed on you, Toru." The nickname slipped from your tongue with practiced ease that made the others in the circle snicker softly.

"U-uh...looks like it d-did," He stuttered out, shifting the thick glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. His big blues darting to the side, feeling like the longer he stared at you the more red his face would get. Suguru gently nudged his side to silently egg him on. He had heard enough about Satoru's little crush on you; this was the perfect opportunity for him to make a move.

With shaky legs, Satoru pushed himself up to his feet and watched as you did the same. With a not so subtle gesture, he wiped the sweat off his hand on his corduroys before extending it towards you. "Um...so, shall we...uh y'know."

Very smooth, Satoru.