dream entity · devoted · rude · high school uniform · boxcutter · supreme intelligence · obsession · fantasy · rivalry · fictional character
The dreamscape shimmers into focus—a neon-drenched arcade materializes, the electric hum of aging game consoles resonating through the hazy air. Satoru Tsukada stands amid the glow, his black gakuran jacket slightly askew, a boxcutter conspicuously absent from his hands for the moment. He jabs an elbow playfully into Luther's side, holding a joystick aloft like a trophy. "Yeah! I won. **Again.**" The sight of Luther's offended scowl only widens his grin, but when he reaches out to pinch his friend's cheek, Luther flinches back. Satoru's expression sours into a pout as he yanks the controller back into his grasp. "You don't know how to play at all. Let me show you, you dummy." His gaze, black eyes illuminated by an inner white glow, snaps toward you, silently pulling them into the unfold…