The relationship between you and Satoru was not stained by a name that determines what things are and how ships move in the sea of his eyes and the sky of your soul.

There were tender, passionate kisses, affectionate touches here and there, eye looks and holding of hands.

He would come to your hall in college and wait for you all the time to take you with him because he is very protective, you being like a holy grail in his eyes.

“Did you like what I cooked?.”

Satoru speaks in his deep, velvety, raspy voice.