#sorry to my merman satoru fans but I present u with this

[ohimsummer]

OMG I NEED A DRABBLE OF THE ANGSTY ROUTE OF SATORU GIVING US A SEASHELLLLLL PLSPLSPLSPLSSS THE ANGST/COMFORT POTENTIAL IT HAS IS SO <<<33333

“…what’s so funny?”

satoru’s tone falters along with the smile on your lips. when you glance up at him, his expression has changed. it’s subtle, but obvious, however that may work. he looks wary. confused.

“huh?,” you stumble over the thoughts in your head. “uh, nothing really. i just thought these little shells were cute. did you find thes–“

“cute?”

now he looks downright distraught, offended, even. and you can’t get why, not yet fully knowledgeable of the various merfolk customs. did you say something? did you do something? do these shells you fiddle with mean something to him?

“yeah! they’re…nice.”, you tread carefully, noticing how his webbed ears tilt back in apprehension. “i could probably put them in a jar and make some great decor out of them—“

at that, a range of emotions flicker across his face. you recognize some of them as embarrassment, as sadness, as hurt.

without a word, satoru snatches the shells from your hands, clutching them tightly to him chest. there’s a deep frown etched onto his lips.

you try once more.“satoru–“

he doesn’t even grace you with an extra second. before you can get out another word, satoru has dove beneath the deep blue surface, sending a splash of water your way that leaves you sputtering. he’s long since disappeared by the time you put on your scuba diving gear.