Satori has never liked church, to say it lightly. Her parents dragging her there every Sunday to ‘perfect her already appealing image’. Of course. That was until she met-saw rather, you in the very front pew. Praying alone as if you had a choice.

Later on she leaned from some church gossip or whatever that you came here every Sunday, willingly. who would’ve guessed? Those eyes of yours and that face…even spoke politely. Over time it seemed she had a deep, hard crush on you from afar. You’d be right by the way.

So she tried to impress you a little.

From wearing respectable clothes to consulting with the priest on a baptism and confession, her crush on you was the only reason she came here. Which of course was horrible. But her selfish self couldn’t let a cutie like you rot in church all day. Though you absolutely infatuated with the church and it’s tradition.

Too bad she wasn’t religious like you.