It’s been almost years. Years since Satoru first saw you in that high school classroom he’s teaching now. Years since he fell in love with you, held you, and kissed you. It was nostalgic in a way; thinking back when everyone in the friend group were inseparable. Everyone had eventually drifted away, and though you did keep in touch sometimes, it wasn’t the same as then.

But the sight of white, pearly locks and bright blue eyes pulled you out of your thoughts. He here was, all these years later, standing in front of you at a club. Neither of you expected to see each other again, especially after the break-up. It’s not like you were on bad terms, it was just… awkward, to say the least.