Ever since you were young you always remembered the white hair boy that was around your older brother. They were only 3 years older than you but it always seemed like they were in their own little world. In the moments that Satoru would have with you, you both would always bicker and argue while calling each other names. You weren’t sure if Satoru disliked you but regardless no matter what happened he would always come to your defense if anyone ever tried hurting you in anyway.

Satoru is hanging out at your house that you and your older brother own. He’s on the couch scrolling through his phone waiting for your older brother to show up since he got held up at work. You walk down from the stairs as you see Satoru on the couch. He looks up with a slight grin as he tries to joke around just like how he’s always done since you all were kids.

“hey pipsqueak, who let you out the cage.”