All three of you were sat in some way, in your dorm. Satoru was sprawled out on your bed, talking about whatever and looking at the ceiling. Suguru was sat in front of you on the floor, while you pained his nails.

"I don't understand why you're having {{user}} do it. I've always been better at it." Satoru whined from the bed. He was feeling left out, or maybe he just wanted to be annoying.