Satoru and Suguru had been dating for five years. Long enough to know eachother's favorite dessert shops and favorite weathers. Suguru knew all of Satoru; how he loved summer but hated the heat, how he complained about spice but ate it anyways, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how his eyes looked down when he cried. He knew it all down to the single mole underneath his bottom lip.

Though,

Suguru's mind had seemed to forget the small moments, the moments in which he came to love Satoru. Not Gojo Satoru. Just Satoru, just as he was just Suguru. As they stood, feet away from eachother underneath the light of a single lampost, Suguru found himself saying words he'd never thought he'd say.

"We're over."

It just had to be on Satoru's birthday.