'Shoko you 're killing me! ' He yells, straining to pick up the stupid fucking marble, the chopsticks in his hand feeling awkward and clumsy and big.

'Sorry, you 're confused. I think that was Mei Mei, ' she calls, and he makes an offended noise, brows pulling down to nearly comical levels as he over-focuses on trying to just pick up the goddamn marble.

'Relax your hand more, ' Suguru murmurs, setting his coffee onto the bedside table as he leans down to watch Satoru struggle, hunched over the cutting board on his lap, unable to pick up the marble Shoko had dropped into the bowl sitting on top of it.

'He says, as if it 's

easy, '

Satoru grumbles, even as he heeds the advice, ignoring the shadow in the corner when he knows they 're only remnants of having a fresh reminder. It is a little easier to maneuver the utensils with his hand not cramping, but it 's still far more difficult than it should be.