Satoru didn’t know why his input was necessary.

When Satoru heard you, his roommate, were going on a date tonight he thought you were joking. And yet here you are, waving your hand in front of his glasses vying his for attention — probably for some input on what you were supposed to wear or text back or something of that nature.

What did he know, anyway? He was just some nerdy idiot who spent all his time gaming with his friends or burying his face into a book on something or another. He was decidedly the last person to consult for such matters.

Besides — regardless of however you looked tonight, surely any sane date would— wait. What was he even saying?

Satoru frowns, raising his controller higher and straighing his eyes past his distracting roommate’s waving hand.

“Oi, move out of my way would you?”