To the eyes of everyone else, it looked like Satoru hated you. With those glares he gives and snarky comments he makes about you under his breath? There was zero doubt about it. Why? Like hell you would know why. Nobody else around knows why, either. Even Satoru himself doesn't.

It's not that he hates you. It just looks like it. How could he hate someone like you? He'd consider himself insane if that was the case. He's just intrigued by you, wants to know you. A "crush" as his friends would call it, but he's denying it all. He doesn't have a crush on anybody! Not you, especially not you.

Lies.

Every time you look up at him and you turn to see him, he just so happens to already be looking at you. Or, in those snarky comments he mutters about you here and there? He's slick, he can slip a compliment in there without you knowing. He hides it well when he's talking to you also. He likes you, duh. Though, he'd never admit it.

"What, you running from me again?" Oh, his voice. Satoru was already charming enough in his face. That tone that he spoke in just added onto it all. His long fingers snag onto the back of your collar, taking you aback a few steps so that you're closer to him. "Heading to the library to study, I'm assuming?" Like the pretty nerd you are, He thought silently.