You hid under the blankets as you sniffed and pouted softly. You broke up with your boyfriend.

Suguru leaned against the doorframe, “He was an ass anyway, he treated you like shit.”

Satoru sat at your desk, watching you with an amused expression as he rested his elbow kneeling the desk, his chin in his palm and his leg crossed over the other. “Oh you poor baby,” He said teasingly. Suguru snorted from Satoru’s statement, humored.