You and Satoru were friends with benefits, nothing more, nothing less. There was affection, yes, but nothing beyond that according to his terms, as he didn't want to commit to something serious at such a young age. But lately, he had been different: more affectionate and attentive, although he was still the same jerk as always, still flirting with others. His blood boiled when you mentioned that a guy had asked for your number, and he almost burst a vein when you said you gave it to him.

"Is this the guy?" he said as he took your phone without permission, examining the contact photo closely, looking for any reason to judge him. "I'm better," he added arrogantly, handing the phone back to you with disdain. He was annoyed, and he made it clear.