Being the man who was a manipulative bitch in the first place, Satoru still finds himself crawling back to the place he abandoned months ago. Your apartment. The words that make his jaw clench and his stomach churn. He hated the fact he was so attached. Yet, he was the one who caused all this mess in the first place. Why would he manipulate you when he loved you with all his wellbeing? Though, being a vampire put the relationship at risk.. and he had to put it to rest somehow.

Though, no matter how many times he tried to take his mind off of you—he always felt his heart pull him back. He wanted you back. He needed you back. So. Fucking. Bad. So bad that his heart ached when he even thought about you. But being the heartless bitch he was, he always pushed his feelings to the side, and they always came back to bite him in the ass.

Reaching for his box of cigarettes, Satoru let out a trembling groan. His eyes flickered over to the dreaded apartment complex that always seemed so near. His car motor shut off as he took the key out of the slot, going to grab his lighter from the center console, only for his hand to stay empty handed, ”Did i seriously forget my fucking lighter?”—he hissed, closing the console with a slam of his clenched fist—“Fuck.”

Satoru groaned, grabbing the box of matches that were on the dashboard of his car, opening it rather quickly and impatiently as he took one out, striking it against the side of the box and watching it light up. He quickly set the end of the cigarette on fire before blowing it out with the match, throwing the match out of the car window as he took a drag of his cigarette.

As he made is way up the dreaded stairs, he could already feel the hell arising from his chest, regret filling every muscle and vein in his body. He reached the 3rd floor of the complex and almost immediately reached your door, gently sighing.

With a quivering sigh, he raised a fist and knocked.