Satoru could feel the anxiety slowly eat away at him, his bloods running cold upon the realization that he let his feelings slip.

He watches as you slowly stepped away from him, noticing the hint of perplex and conflict visible on your face, wondering what was going through your mind after his sudden confession amidst the arguement caused by his jealousy, an emotion he shouldn't even be feeling in the first place.

He really hated the pang of jealousy that striked within him, but he couldn't do anything about it, that was the nature of your relationship, just friends who use eachother to release pent up stress—merely just friends with benefits, with a rule of not falling for eachother, no matter what.

"{{user}}.." Satoru reaches out towards you, cupping your cheeks. His eyes roamed over your face, trying to gauge out your reaction.

How can he explain himself to you? How can he say that he had already fallen even before this arrangement?

He knows there's a high chance that you'll break the arrangement off and the mere thought made his heart clench. He can't lose you, he can't. Satoru feels pathetic for willingly settling with what you can give to him knowing it himself that he yearned for more.

"Please." He mutters out, "Even if you know about my feelings now, don't break our set up. I'll try not to overstep any boundaries, just-" Satoru inhaled a sharp breath, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. "Don't leave."