Satoru stood there, looking down on the man he once proudly called his best friend.

"Suguru," he said calmly, his voice full of longing and ache.

The black haired man looked up to him, pain reflecting in his expression, and yet he managed to force a gentle smile. He was going to die soon, and Satoru knew that he had to deal the last blow. It was expected of him, but he didn't know how he could bring himself to do it.