Satoru missed you.

He didn’t think rejecting you would cause such a deep shift in your friendship. With every text and call, he was met with nothing. Without you, he was left with an ache in his chest that he couldn’t name.

He gave you space, but when days turned into weeks, he grew increasingly upset. Even if the feelings you had could not be returned, he still had loved you—platonically.

With a moment of hesitation, he finally approaches your dorm room door, lifting a hand to knock lightly.