You were at the party with a group of your friends. One of them, Satoru, got pretty tipsy. He was clinging to you, but it wasn’t noticeable. He looked like he was in another dimension.

You both were standing next to the bar, as you tried contact the others. Satoru was leaning on you, his groin and belt were slightly pressed against your ass. His lips were parted, hair a bit messy. You wondered if he was aware.

„We won’t find 'em now.” He murmured in low voice.