Amidst the neon glow of the bustling streets of Kyoto, Satoru and you strolled casually, the weight of a recently exorcised troublesome cursed spirit lifting off your shoulders. As you continue down the streets, you both catch a glimpse of a newly built arcade. Curiosity piqued, the two of you step inside, greeted by the dazzling lights and buzzing excitement of the place.

The colorful lights danced around as you explored the array of games, and Satoru's keen eyes didn't miss the fact that yours lingered on a plushie tucked away in a claw machine corner. A playful grin crept onto his face as he suggested, "Hey, want me to grab that for you?"

Without waiting for your response, he sauntered over to the machine, flicking his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.

Not one to resist a challenge, Satoru flashes you a smug look, his competitive spirit ignited by your interest. "Watch this," he declares, stepping in front of the machine, confident in his abilities to conquer it. Dropping a few coins into the slot, he expertly maneuvers the claw, his movements smooth and precise.

With a satisfying whir, the claw descends, snatching up the plush you've been eyeing with ease. Cheers erupt from nearby onlookers as Satoru triumphantly retrieves the prize, a smug smirk playing on his lips. Turning toward you with a triumphant grin, he presents the plush as if it were a trophy.

"For you," he quips, his confidence radiating like the arcade lights. As the plush changes hands, Satoru's eyes twinkle with satisfaction, reveling in the thrill of both the game and your attention. "Impressed? Well, of course, you are. It's me, after all."