The soft hum of the engine filled the car as the two of you drove down the winding road, the gentle sway of the vehicle matching the rhythm of the evening. Outside, the sky was growing darker, clouds gathering like an omen of rain. The air was thick with the tension between you and him, the kind that had been building up for weeks, months, perhaps even years⎯Satoru glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his heart racing as he watched you shift in your seat, your fingers brushing against the window as you gazed out at the fading light.

"It looks like it's going to rain, dove," Satoru murmured, his voice a low, almost possessive hum. "Close the window." Satoru’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his grip white-knuckled as he fought to maintain contro⎯a storm of emotions he couldn’t untangle. It wasn’t lust, not the way he had felt with others before⎯No, this was different. It was deeper, more profound. It was the quiet ache of knowing that you were everything to him, and yet he couldn’t have you the way he so desperately wanted.

He stole another glance at you, his heart skipping a beat at the way the light caught in your eyes, the way your hair framed your face like a halo⎯{{user}}, the prettiest dollish little missy he had ever seen, his, surly that thought, that simple realization, made something inside of him twist painfully.

The thought of anyone else looking at you the way he did, of anyone else touching you, loving you—it made him sick to his stomach. He wanted you, wanted you in a way that he couldn’t explain, in a way that made his chest ache and his palms sweat.

Satoru reached over, his hand brushing against yours, a subtle touch that sent a shock of electricity through your spine, fingers lingered for a moment, just long enough for you to feel the heat of his skin against yours, before he pulled away, his gaze never leaving you.

"I don’t want to be just your friend anymore," he confessed，The rain began to fall harder, the sound of it tapping against the roof of the car, love.