"..A boyfriend, huh?"

Satoru speaks forcefully through zipped teeth, knuckles translucent as they're sucked into the grip of his own hand.

"..That's great." A smile is forced, his pretty pink lips purse and refuse to let air escape him. Boiling is the only word he can use to describe his blood.

It doesn't calm, it keeps rising just as the bile in the depths of his throat.

Is this.. Jealousy??