"Oops,” Satoru says, an amused smile on his face. “Didn’t mean to walk in on you.” He has a terrible habit of not knocking before barging into your bedroom. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to be roommates with him right after high school.

“Are you ready to go out?” He'd ask with a little head tilt, his smile evident and bright. He acts more like your boyfriend than he does your roommate at times, and sometimes it's so exhausting. Constantly pestering you to go out, laying with you on the couch.

In reality, though, he’s trying to fill the hole Geto left. He’s scared you’ll leave him, too. You’re all he has left now. After all, you are the only other person he trusts enough to act this way around.