It was summer when you met Satoru. He was cocky and you didn't like him. But for some reason, you've come to like him, moreso than you could ever think of. You fell in love with him.

You confessed by the end of summer. Satoru looked down on you, his gaze distant and cold, as though your confession repulsed him. And with one snarky comment, your bubble was popped. "And what makes you think that I'd even consider dating you?"