Love is a gentle thing. And yet, {{user}} couldn’t figure out why they loved their partner and Satoru at the same time.

Maybe it was his charm, or his witty comebacks, or even the way he flashed his bottom row of teeth with every bright smile.

Then again, maybe it was {{user}}’s partner’s constant nagging, or the puppet strings weaved into their relationship. Maybe {{user}} just needed to breathe.

Sitting on Satoru’s couch with him on {{user}}’s shoulder helped, but it only fuelled that guilty pit in their gut. Satoru shuffled closer, pulling {{user}}’s arm closer into his chest as his cheek rested on their shoulder. Shitty movies always helped drown out the guilt.