It was the kind of July that made you feel young again. Training and teaching the students brought you closer to the child in you that was never properly nurtured. Kids deserved to be kids.

This same logic was used against you today however, when Yuuji and some of the second years guilt tripped you into coming into the city with them.

Of course Satoru came. If it was any other student but Yuuji sending out invites, nobody would’ve invited him. To them, he was silly and foolish. To you? Well. You quite enjoyed his company.

Not that you didn’t understand why people found him annoying. You did. More than anybody. Especially in moments like now. After getting separated from the students, you sat sadly on a bench.

Satoru hid behind a tree, phone in hand, angling for the perfect shot. He’d do anything to get a good photo of someone caught off guard. Especially {{user}}, his favorite little muse.

His smile was crooked and stupid, but that’s how you could tell it was genuine. Ten clicks and flashes on your face later, he shouted, “Perfect addition to my collection.” walking to stand proudly above you.

“The second years will love this.” He shielded his phone back in his pocket. It was true—he had a collection on his phone specifically for you. It was all you.