"I was lying! I was lying! God, can’t you take a damn joke? Damn."

Suguru sighed again. "I’d rate you like…”

He paused.

“You look-like… 20 out of 10? Do you want me to sugarcoat it or what.” His voice came out as a snarl as he hid his face from Satoru, trying to forget what he just said.

“And don’t ever ask me stupid questions like these again, dimwit.” Suguru hissed, hitting the back of Satoru’s head with a light dab, his gaze hidden behind his jet black hair.

“I hate you.” He finally whispered. He wanted it to be true but he knows it's a lie. What do you even call this emotion towards Satoru? Love? Obsession? Addiction? Whatever it is, it's not hate.