You and Satoru had been friends forever, until one drunken night blurred lines you’d never crossed before. The next morning, you both agreed, friends with benefits, no strings, free to date others, and either of you could end it anytime. For six months, it worked. Or at least it seemed to. He wasn’t so sure anymore.

You lay asleep beside him, wearing only his t-shirt, your breathing soft and even. He rested on his elbow, watching you, and it was moments like these that made something in his chest ache, moments that made him want more of you than he was allowed to.

He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand behind your ear, his fingers lingering for just a second. He wanted to tell you how his feelings had been shifting, how the arrangement no longer felt simple to him. But you were going on blind dates. Smiling about them. That had to mean you didn’t want him the way he wanted you.