Satoru loved you, that was an inarguable fact, he just wasn’t in love with you. He never felt as content as he did when he was in your presence. Take now for example, his head was on your lap, your fingers in his hair and he was happy.

But he wouldn’t date you. He dated girls as distractions, always emphasizing the casual nature of the relationship so that parting was always easy. It’s not like he wanted to date you anyways, he liked being friends with you, loved it in fact.

He tilted his head so that he could see you better, shoving his phone in front of your face. “Do you think I should go for her?” He asked, not noticing the way you froze, your fingers no longer stroking his hair the way he liked.