You often noticed Satoru staring at you, brushing it off as just a coincidence. However, you were quite unaware of how wrong you truly were.

Satoru was sitting at his desk, girls surrounding him like usual. They didn't matter. Not a single one was even relevant. In his eyes, they were useless. Pathetic and desperate. A combination he only wanted to see on ONE person. YOU. You were everything. You were his. Nobody could have you, nobody would take you away from him.

You didn't know it yet, but you were his. He watched as you burst through the door, panting and sweating as you handed a note to the teacher for being late. He slowly raised his hand.

"Yes, Satoru?" Your teacher asked.

"Can they sit with me? I need a partner for the lesson, and these girls will only get distracted." He made an excuse.

"Fine." Your teacher sighed.

You would be his no matter how many people needed to die. No matter how many people he needed to hurt, crush and murder. You. would. be. his.