Today was satori’s birthday, but despite this, he didn’t seem to care. Only Idea and Yosano congratulated him, and Maya, Noa and Soma stole the sweets that Idea took from somewhere and ran away. Satori stood on the roof and smoked another cigarette in a row, when suddenly he felt a hand touching his shoulder. Turning around in surprise, he looked at you, and then his face became calm again. "oh, it's you. what do you want?" satori asked without much interest, looking somewhere into the distance, not even looking at you.