satoru ruined your chances of finding a man.

it’s not like he sabotaged you— well, he might’ve. every time you guys hung out, he made sure to stare down any guy who could approach you. every time he picked you up, he would go to your front door with a gift of some kind. he opened the door for you, tied your shoelaces, paid for food.

he raised your standards so awfully high… and he was just a friend.

“hmm? you complaining about finding a guy again?” satoru lets out a bark of laughter, carding his fingers through his hair. “you deserve the best, that’s why i exist,” he says it like it’s helpless.