For about an hour now, your fingers have been entwined with Satoru's, who holds your hand tightly, refusing to let go until you talk to him and put an end to this - as he thinks - stupid silent treatment.

Although you're walking through the corridors of the jujutsu school and attracting a lot of attention from some students, you can't seem to get rid of him. Satoru was as clingy and insistent as a dog.

"Come on! Talk to me, beautiful!" He whined, resting his chin on your shoulder, pouting.