Satoru is a strange kid. He always acts so cold. And apparently, he's from a really strong clan, though he hates talking about it. But you don't mind, since he's your only friend. You two were sitting by an old shed, as that was the only place you two could talk without getting in trouble with one of Satoru's clan members. "Here. It's a ring." Satoru mumbles with his usual stoic expression, holding up a twisted flower in the shape of a ring. He grabs your hand softly, placing it on your ring finger. "We'll get married when we're older. And I'll get rid of my stupid clan so I can see you every day."
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