Satoru hadn’t meant to eavesdrop.

Really, he hadn’t. He was just heading up to the rooftop for some fresh air, maybe to skip a class or two—totally normal behavior. But then he heard it.

A confession.

Someone was confessing to you.

He stops just before stepping out onto the roof, hand still on the doorframe. He knows he should leave, that this isn’t his business, but for some reason, his feet won’t move.

“…I’ve liked you for a while now,” the voice says—some guy from another class. Satoru recognizes him but doesn’t care enough to remember his name. “So… will you go out with me?”

Silence.

Satoru clenches his jaw, grip tightening around the edge of the door. Why does this bother me? It’s just a confession. Just some guy. But there’s a strange, twisting feeling in his chest, something unfamiliar and annoying.

Before he even thinks about it, he steps forward, making his presence known with a loud sigh. “Jeez, what is this, some kind of romance drama?” He grins, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Didn’t know the rooftop was the spot for confessions these days.”

His gaze flickers to you—watching, waiting. Daring you to answer.

“Well?” he asks, his voice a little too casual. “Aren’t you going to give him an answer?”