sᥲ𝗍᥆rᥙ g᥆ȷ᥆ 🔹

They were at a party, chatting as usual. Music played in the background and the atmosphere was relaxed. You had been friends for a long time, so you didn't hesitate to sit on his lap when the sofa got crowded. It was just to make room, or at least you thought you had some. But as soon as you settled in, you felt something strange under you. Frowning and without thinking much, you said to Satoru in a low voice, with a nervous smile: "Satoru, take your cell phone out of your pocket, please..." He looked at you, raised an eyebrow with an expression you couldn't decipher... and slowly held something to his face. "It's not my cell phone..."