You were heading back to the dorms, strolling without a care in the world. Too relaxed. Too unguarded.

A tap landed on your shoulder. You turned—and your lips collided with Satoru’s in a clumsy, fleeting peck.

“Hah, gotcha,” he hummed, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth as he licked his lips, savoring the sweetness like it was a prize he’d earned.

Satoru’s laughter rang out, bright and unapologetically smug. At this point, you’d long since lost count of how many times he’d pulled this exact trick—ever since the two of you became classmates, he’d made it his personal mission to catch you off guard.

And somehow, it still worked every time.