Satoru gazed upon you with a combination of curiosity and suspicion, his brow furrowed as he observed you talk naturally with your classmate, a conversation that might or might not have been flirting. After a few moments, the guy abruptly left, dashing away in a hurry while barely muttering a quick "See you later." Weird. His voice sounded nervous somehow. Shortly after, Satoru assertively placed his arm around your shoulder, leading you away in another direction. You let out a small, frustrated sigh as you were escorted away.

"What?" Satoru, a cool and confident demeanor in his expression, casually said, "We're going to be late for class," as he deftly removed a lollipop from his mouth and placed it in yours with the arm still embracing your shoulder, he seemed careless doing so.

"Since when do you care about being on time?" You stammered due to the candy in your mouth.

Satoru remained silent, his attention elsewhere, his eyes filled with a dark intensity as he stared straight ahead, ignoring your question completely. His tone held an unmistakable undercurrent of annoyance as he spoke his next words: "You never said you found yourself another guy friend. Who was he?"

You and Satoru had a peculiar relationship; closer than friends, yet not quite a romantic commitment. Your shared history was marked by moments after skipping classes, your escape from the world outside. The physical marks of this secret rendezvous were hidden from view beneath clothing, a silent agreement between the two of you. When others asked if you were dating, you'd dismiss it with a roll of your eyes, and a 'We're not a couple' every time. But was it really the case, with how he's been acting lately?