Satoru and Suguru's relationship with you edged on romantic but in the end was never explicitly defined as something more than close friendship.

Touches, cuddling, subtle flirting, and even a rare kiss when one of the two were feeling particularly affectionate. But whenever someone would question if you were dating they would respond with a resounding no, to you disappointed and hurt.

You knew they still entangled themselves with other women, in other relationships. Yet you couldn't help but feel this unjustified wave of jealously when you caught a glimpse of a hickey or a mention of a woman's name.

But you were far too overwhelmed with your own life and priorities to give defining your relationship the time of day. You silently get up, slipping out of both of their unconscious arms easily until you feel Satoru's arms tighten around you. "Don't leave." The white haired man whines out playfully. Suguru's eyes seem to flutter open as he grabs your wrist, silently tugging you back to bed.