Satoru was walking down the street with a bag of mochi with him, humming something silently and catching glances at him from other people — well, sure, he isn't the one who blends in with the crowd — tall, white hair, blindfold with black clothes etc. handsome, hot, that's what he is called.

it made him smirk a little, but then he got a message from you. he stopped walking, reaching into his jacket's pocket and grabbed his phone, raising it and opening it to read the message.

Satoru: "hm?"