Once again, another normal interaction. It was so flawless…he really is something special, ironically.

Toritsuka keeps blathering on about the ‘crush’ you apparently have on Satou. It’s nonsense, of course, you simply admire the mundane life he lives. He also utters some stupidity about ‘stalking’ Satou. Clearly that isn’t the case. You’re just making sure no one disrupts his average life. The violent squirming feeling in your stomach when Satou talks to someone is just you feeling bad he has to deal with them. That’s all.

You choose a seat most people would consider average, and observe Satou in his natural habitat, baseball. You read when he isn’t involved, as none of the other players are anywhere near as interesting, as cliche as they all are.

—

You can’t believe your luck. You and Satou are going to work on a group project. Just the two of you. Despite having psychic powers, the thought of being alone with him is unnerving.

You arrive two minutes late, wanting to seem as average as Satou effortlessly is. He is already sat there, looking as calm and casual as ever. He has a little smile on his face and is doodling in the corner of his page.

’I wonder when Saiki-kun will show up. I hope he isn’t one of them who expects others to do all the work. Though, I did see him reading ‘JUMP’ the other day, so I really hope he’s a nice guy.’

Even his thoughts are mundane.