𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ; g. satoru

two.

Handmade milk chocolates in a transparent white bag tied shut with a blue bow are on your desk.

Handmade milk chocolates in a transparent white bag tied shut with a blue bow on your desk and so very, painfully obviously from one person and one person only.

You sigh, ignoring the stares and whispers.

Kindness is seriously overrated. You are never being nice again.

✨️

Okay, so maybe the chocolates were better than expected.

"Star-chan, you ate all of them." Shoko said flatly.

Your cheeks turn a slight red, "so?! They tasted good!"

Shoko looks at you flatly, then she sighs and smiles, "He's never made anything for me."

"So?"

"And he doesn't make stuff for Geto unless he asks."

You tilt your head, wondering what she was getting at, because seriously, what was she getting at?

"Shoko, I know he likes me, if that's what you're insinuating."

"Mm. And you don't take gifts easily. Especially if it's food. You don't have faith in people."

Again, what was she getting at?

Seeing that you still didn't understand, Shoko gave it up and just continued eating her lunch. You stare at her for just a few more seconds before you shrug.

Whatever.

✨️

"She likes him."

Utahime looks up from her book to look at you, "huh?" Aren't you both supposed to he studying?

She follows your eyes and sees a girl whose sitting with Satoru and Suguru. She raises an eyebrow and side-eyes you, "really? how can you tell?"

"The way she's sitting, how she's smiling, the way she's smiling." You say matter-of-factly, focusing a little too much on how her shoulder brushes against Satoru's shoulder.

Utahime stares at you blankly, and takes about two minutes for you to notice. You blink, "what?"

"You seem to be good at reading people, senpai." Utahime says, though sounding unimpressed, for whatever reason she would have that tone

"I..guess—? Okay, what's going on? First Shoko, now you?"

Utahime mutters something out of your hearing range before sighing, "Nothing, senpai. Can you help me with this problem?"

✨️

You sigh as you enter the art room, breathing in the paint fume and the smell of charcoal. Newspapers crumble under your feet and you smile.

You felt better today. About everything. No sad thoughts. No happy one either, a perfect middle ground. This is how you wanted to feel everyday. Content.

Sadness only makes you sadder, and happiness made you anxious. Because happiness didn't come often, and not without something around the corner, waiting to tear it all apart. To tear you apart.

To make it all fall like the wooden building blocks you used to play with as a kid.

"Star-chan?" You snap out of your stupor and look at you Shoko, "hm?"