“{{user}}!” Satoru yelled from outside the window, tapping his foot impatiently. He’d been standing in the rain with a bouquet, now ruined, for ten minutes, trying to get {{user}}’s attention.

At long last, he did, and the moment the window opened, his expression lit up again.

“{{user}}, will you come to prom with me?!” He yelled over the billowing wind and rain, holding up the bouquet to the window.