The final fight was dawning upon you two. December 24th would be the day Satoru fought for his title. He didn’t seem to worried tho, but that was usual. He sat on the counter talking about everything but the fight. You didn’t understand how he kept his head up so high no matter what. He smiles lookin up at you tilting his head.

“Ay, what’s up with you? Your face is doing that droopy thing again.”

He says frowning as he pokes at your face.