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Okaeri┆ ⤿ ⌗ ⸻
For it being april, it was remarkably windy today. The numerous wind chimes in your vicinity chimed in an assuasive manner. It was still pretty early when the boys got done with practice so now you were walking towards the storage room to retrieve a broom for cleaning.
You heard a sharp tring from behind you, followed by a low whistle. You briskly pivoted your head to be met with Satoru on his bike (you weren't even sure who's it was.. maybe they mugged it),
Shitty ass bike makes a comeback, I guess.
his legs were set down on either sides of it as he pushed it forward along with you, his glasses were slid down to his nose bridge while he was looking at you with a dorky grin, "Got a ride, pretty lady?"
He was now right beside you, his fluffy hairs swayed admist the gentle winds as he motioned his heads behind him, "Get in, cutie. free of charge for you," He said in-what you assumed-a flirtatious manner and sent you wink,
As much as you'd like to deadpan and say, 'what the fuck, Satoru?';
You try to stifle a laugh, a smudgy blush adorning your cheeks, "What are you doing, Satoru?" Your tone came off as whispery as you said those words with a crooked smile-this was too good to overlook.
"Lookin' out for the weak," He shrugged casually, he bumped his elbow against your shoulder lightly, "Now hop in the whip!" He ushered, the unflappable smirk plastered on his lips,
The wind chimes continued to sway mellifluously, you softly shook your head, "Ermmm, no." you crossed your arms, maybe you would've 'hopped in the whip' if it weren't for him calling you weak.
Satoru tring'd the bell again, finding it fun, "Come onnn! walking is lame and overrated."
"Your bike is lame."
He gasped histrionically, finding your statement immensely offensive while still moving the bike alongside you slowly as you walked-he seemed to be matching it with your movements, "Don't say that, Linda is very cool." He pointed an accusatory finger at you, his elbows on the bike's handle,
You raised a brow at the name, "I hope Linda cheats on you and calls you ugly."
Satoru patted Linda's basket that seemed to have some kind of plastic bag in it, "Nah. we locked in." He announces proudly,
"Now get in [y/n]!"
Well, you figured he would pester you and ring the bell continuously until you gave in anyway. You rolled your eyes playfully, a ghost blush and smile still present,
"Fine, only for Linda." You hopped on the carrier as he cheered in triumph, placing his foot back on the paddle, "Awesome. Where d'ya wanna go pretty lady?" He tilted his head slightly,
