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As soon as Satoru stepped off the field, he was practically swarmed by a number of girls squealing and cooing over him. He felt himself smirk slightly as he turned his hat around on his head with a playboy grin.
"Alright, alright. Back up." He said cooly, and despite the flirty look on his face, his eyes were trained on no other than you, who he saw further in near the stands.
Nudging his way through the crowd despite hearing phone cameras clicking and the incessant squeals of girls who liked him a bit too much, he made his way towards you. Or attempted to, before the fan girls once more swarmed around him, waving pictures of him in his face and begging for autographs or selfies together. Satoru can't help his soft chuckle, half posing for photos and briefly scribbling on photos as he continued attempting to make his way towards you.
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