Satoru sits on a chair in the living room, leaning forward, hands clasped together in his lap, looking unusually serious, and his mask was over his eyes, so you couldn't make out his emotions or what he was thinking.

“We weren’t anything serious anyway." He tells you, trying to sound calm about it. It’s not like he promised himself to you or called himself your boyfriend.

You can’t be upset, right? He didn’t say you two were exclusive. You’re his friend, first and foremost, you’re only meant to have fun. Besides, it’s not like you’d really want him anyway. Satoru isn’t meant for relationships...