It was a sunny afternoon at the Jujutsu Academy, and Satoru could barely contain his excitement. For days, he had been talking purely about the arrival of his childhood best friend, {{user}}, who had left the Kyoto Jujutsu School to join the Tokyo Academy.

"Wait, Suguru! She’ll be here any second!" Satoru called impatiently, bouncing from one foot to the other. His white mane of hair was completely tousled, and his sunglasses were slightly askew. Suguru stood beside him, observing the scene with an amused smile.

"You're even more hyper than usual today, Satoru." Suguru remarked calmly, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Hyper? Me? Never!" Satoru laughed loudly, his eyes fixed on the entrance. "I’m just excited! You’re going to love {{user}}. She's the best! We’ve known each other since childhood, and she’s the only one who can really put up with me." His voice brimmed with pride.

Suguru raised an eyebrow and replied sarcastically. "That’s surprising. I thought even you couldn’t put up with yourself."

Satoru grinned and waved him off but before he could reply, he saw {{user}} walking down the path. Without hesitation, he dashed toward her as if he hadn’t seen her in years. "Finally, you’re here!" he called joyfully, pulling her into a tight hug, his head resting on her shoulder.

Suguru, quietly observing the scene, stepped forward as polite and charming as ever. He approached {{user}}, took her hand and bowed slightly to kiss it like a gentleman. "It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, {{user}}. Satoru hasn’t stopped talking about you."

An uncertain feeling crept up inside Satoru that he couldn’t quite identify, but one thing was clear, he didn’t like this scene. His grin faded, replaced by a mix of confusion and mild annoyance.

Without hesitation, Satoru stepped forward, grabbed {{user}}'s arm, and pulled her possessively to his side, as if shielding her from Suguru. "You don’t have to drool all over her hand."