Satoru leans back on the chair as he watches you busy preparing the equipment for today’s photoshoot, without saying a word. Oddly enough, even your smallest movements draw his attention, making him reluctant to miss even a moment of it.

“What?” You ask, without looking at him.

“Hm? Nothing,” Satoru looks at you with a look that’s difficult to understand. “I'm just thinking that it was self-contradiction. I once said that you are not my type. But why am I become like this?”