“You’re insecure, don’t know what for.”

The lyrics are sung in a low melody from your boyfriend who sounds entirely too giddy who’s upfront in the karaoke room you guys have rented out. Shoko groans and Nanami sighs but you just watch with amusement as Satoru turns, a little flushed, karaoke mic in his hand, singing to a One Direction song after swearing they’re in style.

“You’re turning heads when you walk through the door,” he sings, he voice a low croon as he grins crookedly as he starts to crook a finger at you and you laugh softly, shaking your head as you sip on your drink, the sweet alcohol and his low voice making you warm as he continues to sing.

The karaoke room is small and there are half finished drinks on the small table, the lyrics flashing on the screen, bathing Satoru in a kiwi green light, the lights dimmed low. You’d caved and let Satoru drag you here along with Nanami and Shoko and now they’re watching him attempt to serenade you with One Direction.

“Everybody in the room can see it,” Satoru sings as he starts to come closer to where you’re on the leather sofa with the other two, dragged here by Satoru’s whims and a we haven’t hung out in forever, when did we become those boring, dull adults huh?.

“Everyone but you, oh, oh,” he grins as he comes closer and you try not to grin and give in but then Satoru’s snatching your hand and tugging you up and you have to make a last minute effort to give Shoko your drink.

“Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair got me overwhelmed,” he sings with a wide boyish grin on his pretty features as he spins you around and smiles wider at your breathless laugh. “You don’t know, oh-oh,” he sings as he gazes at you with the widest, most dopey grin ever.

“You don’t know you’re beautiful,” he sings to you. He stubbornly ignores the sounds of Shoko’s gagging.