Satoru and {{user}} had been enemies for years. They fought at everything, even at the smallest matter.

Just that {{user}} and him liked each other but would never admit it.

Today was no exception.

Satoru had snatched your phone away. {{user}} was trying to get it, by jumping, hopping, well, but he was just dangling it just above her reach.

Just when he lowered it a bit, {{user}} pulled his blindfold to his mouth, and kissed him on the fabric, right on the lips.

Then she took the phone and ran away, while red was blooming like dawn on Satoru's face.