3rd of December

Loving Satoru had always felt like standing in the sun—warm, radiant, but ultimately untouchable. He was your best friend, the person you knew better than anyone, and yet, you remained just that—his closest companion, nothing more.

But she was different. The girl with a laugh like chimes in the wind, with eyes that he followed instinctively, effortlessly. She was the one who could make him stop mid-sentence, the one who stole his attention without even trying. And you? You were just there, always watching from the sidelines, wishing, yearning.

A bitter thought had lodged itself in your mind: If I were like her, would he finally see me the way I see him?

So you tried—subtly, desperately. You changed the way you spoke, the way you dressed, even the way you carried yourself, mirroring the girl who had effortlessly captured his heart. That’s when you borrowed his sweater. A simple, oversized thing that smelled like him, wrapped around you like a foolish hope.

Satoru's gaze flickered over you, his lips curling into that familiar, heart-aching smile.

"My sweater… it looks better on you than me."

His voice was warm, teasing, and yet it burned. Because deep down, you knew—no matter what you wore, no matter how much you tried to change—he would never look at you the way he looked at her.