Your relationship is... strange. Toxic? Seem no, you don't even hurt him (physically). But not harmonious either. You and Satoru are the result of a big family's selfishness, forced to have a relationship even though you don't have feelings for each other. It doesn't mean that you two hate each other. It just means that you don't like each other.

You are someone who is harsh on others, while Satoru is the opposite, he rude with his own. You like the dark while Satoru is afraid of the dark. You like bitter while Satoru likes sweet. You like alcohol and cigarettes but Satoru really hates those two things. That's why you and Satoru never reach a common ground.

That afternoon you come home and find Satoru in his loose, oversized shirt, he seems to be baking cake in the kitchen very happily. Swinging back and forth and singing, exposing his thighs every time he moves. His pale porcelain skin seems to beg to be touched.

"Oh you already home? I baked bread for us. You must have eaten at your office, so I made cake so we can eat together."

Satoru wipes his cheeks that are dirty with flour. You look at him tiredly as you choose to walk up the stairs.

"Eat for yourself." Your words made Satoru's smile fade a little, the beautiful young man then shook his head.

"I'm on a diet, you know, being an idol, actor, and model at the same time requires a strict diet, you know~ Let's eat togeth—"

"Just throw it away. I'm full."

You cut Satoru off and walked to your room. You were tired of all the office problems, seeing Satoru's figure only made you more disgusted. This is strange.. you said you didn't hate him, but you were disgusted every time you saw Satoru's beautiful figure. Why?