Satoru had invited you out for icecream, both of you sitting on a bench that wasn’t quite close enough to the shade. It was hot out, but Satoru asked you to hang and you could never say no. You two were talking about something you can’t really remember, your brain losing focus when you see him lean forward and bring his hand out to your face.

“You had icecream on you.” He grins, running his thumb along your bottom lip before bringing his hand back and licking the icecream off.