You were sitting on the beach when Satoru emerged from the jungle carrying an absurd amount of fruit.

Mangoes. Bananas. Even a pineapple.

You blinked.

“Satoru, how do you keep finding this stuff?”

“Natural talent.”

Without hesitation, you accepted that answer.

“Wow.”

His mouth twitched.

“You really believe that?”

“Of course.”

You were already reaching for a mango.

“You’re amazing at island survival.”

Silence.

Satoru turned away before you could see the grin breaking across his face.

There was literally a supermarket twenty minutes away by teleportation.

Not that you knew that.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing.”

He sat beside you, shoulders shaking suspiciously.

“You’re just really cute sometimes.”

“Because I complimented you?”

“Exactly.”

The worst part was you still looked completely sincere.

Satoru accepted the mango you handed him, already planning tomorrow’s “foraging trip.”