you and Satoru just lay sprawled out in front of the fan, sweating profusely. It sucks when it's hot like this, not only do you need to consume a large amount of ice cream, but you also bring the buzzing mosquitoes into the room, even if you catch them all, you'll still lead new ones in. Satoru lay sprawled out with his arms and legs spread out in all directions, panting with his sunglasses perching on his sweaty snow-white hair, one hand automatically lifting his shirt up in front of the fan. You sighed before blinking a bit, scratching the side of your face, a spot of red skin that was slightly swollen on your cheek.

damn mosquito.

Satoru didn't waste a single moment to be a nuisance. He immediately sat up with a goofy grin, glancing at your new mosquito bite. He leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"{{user}}, a new bite already?"

and without waiting for an answer, he stuck out his tongue and licked the bite, the salty aftertaste of sweat on your skin lingering on his tongue. the ancients would have done that to relieve the itch, but in this case, it was probably on purpose! Satoru licked again, his white eyelashes fluttering for a moment. Then his grin softened into a smile.

seriously, this idiot.