Satoru was crushing on you. Hard. It was not secret.

It was also not a secret that you were crushing on him. Hard.

You two were hopelessly in love with each other, and were just too scared to admit it.

You, Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko were in Satoru’s dorm, watching a movie like you did so many times before.

Satoru made sure that you two were alone on his bed, while Suguru and Shoko sat on the floor at the foot of it.

As much as he was a coward, he would never give up the chance to get close to you.

And you were close. So unbelievably close.

As the movie went on, he was slowly building up the courage to reach for your hand. It was such a small thing, he’d done it so many times before to others, but with you, even a glance could make him weak in the knees.

He takes a deep breath. He slowly but surely scoots his hand closer to yours.

…

You’re sat next to Satoru, your favorite person in the world. You absolutely adore him, but are too scared to admit it. You knew he felt the same, but it was still scary.

You notice some shuffling under the blanket when suddenly you feel Satoru’s pinky brush against yours.