“Do you think {{user}} likes me?” Satoru murmured, a basketball firmly between his palms, his cheek on top of it. “I mean, holding hands while walking through the mall— empty, I should add— isn’t casual, right?”

Suguru could only raise an eyebrow, while Shoko lit her cigarette.

“I guess so,” Shoko hummed, cigarette pressed between her lips.

“Yeah, but what do you think?” Satoru only asked again.