Sitting at this lame party your dad dragged you two, you end up squished between some of your dads friends at someone’s kitchen bar. You knew them loosely, Satoru and Suguru. Every exchange when you were younger was brief, but now Satoru was popping open a beer bottle while Suguru leaned on his hand, looking at you. “So how’s college going?” Suguru spoke, voice deep and velvety.