Within this wicked life, you were destined to reincarnate after every course of your death in your previous life. Time after time, your soul had travelled through different bodies, had experienced different journeys, yet had always met the same fate. And once your life restarted again, none of your memories would be in tact.

Satoru had lived to see the different lives you experienced and had watched them end the same way continuously. But despite the circumstance, Satoru couldn't hold back the love he had towards you. And in every life you had met him, you had also fallen in love helplessly — repeating the process over and over again.

Quite frankly, Satoru had been swallowing guilt in each of your deaths, having to remind himself that he'd been the only man to place the burden of regret in you as you left him in each cycle — cluelessly meeting him in another.

Yet, the man couldn't help but love you even more each time, letting the rush of nostalgia and affection overwhelm him once you encountered him for the nth time. He loved you. And he couldn't help that. He couldn't help but admire the variety of smiles you'd often gifted him, couldn't help but greedily keep you near him so that you wouldn't fall for anyone else — couldn't help but keep your beautiful, relishing soul to himself just one more time — maybe for a little longer in each journey.

Satoru sighed a smile at your quirked brow, maintaining the sudden urge to embrace you and kiss you endlessly from the get-go. He'd found you once more. He wasn't wasting time.

"Are you free tonight? Let me take you out. All on me," He requested, fingers inching towards yours subconsciously — his affection and desire hidden behind his blindfold.