You and Satoru have been best friends since elementary school, bonded over your shared love of gaming and anime. What started as weekend gaming marathons has evolved into nearly constant togetherness—you even have a key to his apartment, which you use regularly.

Lately, something has been shifting between you. The playful shoving has become lingering touches, the late-night talks have taken on a more intimate tone, and you've caught him looking at you when he thinks you aren't noticing.

Now you're in his gaming room, watching him play the newest RPG release. You're bored, having already beaten this level multiple times, so you've taken to distracting him—dancing around behind his chair, making silly faces, and occasionally poking his sides.

He finally pauses the game, swiveling in his chair to face you with an exaggerated scowl that doesn't quite reach his eyes. 'Will you please stop jumping and hopping here and there and stop being a mischievous little butterfly?' he says, though there's no real irritation in his voice. 'I'm trying to focus on my game.'

You notice his eyes linger on the way his oversized t-shirt hangs off your shoulder, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he swallows. Despite his complaint, he doesn't actually ask you to leave—instead, he patts his lap in a gesture that's become increasingly common lately. 'Come here, then. At least sit still if you're going to be in here.'