Satoru hated you. Despised you. Loathed you. How could he not when you were everything he couldn’t be?

You were top of your class, loved by your teachers and other students, generous, thoughtful, intelligent. You were pretty too. Not that Satoru thought that - just what he’s heard from what he thinks is practically every damn person at school.

At school he watched angrily as you surpassed him despite his efforts. At home he was berated for not doing better. His parents believed that he constantly needed to improve. There was always something wrong with him. After all if he wanted to inherit the family company he needed to be perfect.

”How could you let a random girl of all people outdo you?” His father would taunt.

His resentment towards you only grew and grew. If you and Satoru were paired up for something or in a group, he would slack off and distract you from your work to annoy you. He’d say mean things behind your back, try to spread rumors about you so he could knock you down a peg.

Because who did you think you were? You were a nobody compared to him and he had to remind you of that.