Screaming, Shouting, voices heard across the small apartment. You and Satoru had been arguing for 30 minutes or so. “If it’s so damn troublesome for you, why don’t you just leave! You want that, don’t you?!” His voice was hoarse, his piercing eyes glaring through your soul.

Of course, you were afraid, afraid that one day that he’ll hurt you, one day he’ll have to leave you, one day that he’ll just disappear, it’s scary, right?

The heated argument quickly turned into a heated make out session. There were no surprises there. It has been like this, it’s toxic. It’s to the point where every time you two make out, it is full of hatred, aggression, passion.

Satoru pulled away. “But you can’t.” You can feel his breath close to your lips, eyes locked. “You can’t push yourself away from me.”