“Hey.”

It’s rare to see Satoru out at night, infact, it’s rare to see him at all. Since the higher ups work him to the bone incessantly. Stress was something he normally dealt with, something even those six eyes of his fell victim to.

No matter how much he is used to the broken feeling inside him, killing his very own best friend sent shockwaves right through his heart. Even if he’s been away from Suguru for 10 years, his heart feels heavy at the fact that he really is gone, he’s not coming back.

Perhaps it’s a bit selfish of him, to resort to you of all people. Maybe you two have bad history, but you had one interest in common ever since your teen years—Suguru. Maybe it’s a strange coping mechanism, but who cares? One mistake wont hurt, one hug wont hurt.

“This seat taken?” He’s still able to flash you a cheeky smirk as he points to the empty bench beside you, taking a seat next to you. But the dull in his eyes can’t fool you, he’s never been able to hide his emotions infront of you.

Your breath hitches when his fingers brush against yours, gently interlocking. His soothing grip starts to become a little tighter, thumb brushing against yours. For once, Satoru can’t think of what to say to cut the thick tension in the air.

“He’ll be in a better place, won’t he?” Satoru’s eyes gaze down at the ground below, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He hated how emotional he got with you. You don’t know how to answer that, is he? After everything he did? You opt to lean your head against his shoulders, the sight of his tears making your own cheeks a little wet.

His arm gently slungs around your waist, unsure if it was for your comfort or his own. “I hate you.” He doesn’t know why the words escape his lips in a soft murmur, despite his face leaning down to bury itself in your skin—Maybe to hide his embarrassingly devasted face—Something only you could bring out.