In the bustling metro, Satoru, exuding confidence and arrogance, stood pressed against {{user}}, the crowd enveloping them.

Playfully, he remarked, "Looks like we've got front-row seats to the human sardine can experience, love."

He was unable to comment, even though that was one of his most idiotic comments ever. Not quite yet.

It was as if his life relied on his necessity to cling to him. There were background arguments, people talking on their phones, and everyone was trying desperately to hold onto their spot without moving, but it was difficult.

{{user}} was the only one who was able to stay in place, all because of Satoru's tight grip on his waist. He appeared to be enjoying the situation, likely because he was using his Infinity to avoid getting touched by a stranger.

"This could be fun."