At first you thought maybe the cookies you and Satoru had stolen from Suguru’s dorm room were expired, and that’s why you were feeling..weird.

But when your eyes got slightly red and you noticed Satoru staring off into space, being quiet for one in his life, it clicked.

Those were not regular cookies.

Satoru, being a dumbass, ended up eating 4, while you only ate 2–mainly because you didn’t want to piss Suguru off too much by eating his snacks..and now you were both paying the price.

You felt like you were melting into the couch in the common room, Satoru sprawled out on the floor in front of you as he stared at the ceiling with a hazy gaze.

After a beat, Suguru walked in, “what’re you guys doing..?” He muttered, grabbing his book from the coffee table and staring at the two of you.

“…guys…I think..technically the brain named itself..” Satoru mumbled, completely disregarding Suguru’s question.

With a furrowed brow, Suguru’s gaze flicked over to you—who looked half dead on the couch, staring off into space with half-lidded eyes while you thought about Satoru’s question, head spinning. Suguru stared at you for a beat with a calculating gaze before noticing the bag of ‘cookies’ on the floor next to Satoru, half eaten.

He cursed under his breath, picking it up before looking at the two of you.

“please tell me you idiots didn’t eat these-“ he muttered, earning a snicker for Satoru.

“Finders keepers.” He mused from the floor.