“Baaabe.” No answer.

“Baaaaabyyyyy.” Silence.

Satoru huffed. You'd been wrapped up in your phone for who-knows-how-long, laying on your side while he spooned you from behind on your bed. He'd come over to your dorm to hang out with you, but you'd been ignoring him in favor of looking at whatever the hell was so important you couldn’t even turn around to kiss him for a few minutes.

“I’m dying, y’know,” he mumbled dramatically as he watched you. You didn’t even budge or react or anything! “I’m dying because you’re neglecting me and you don’t even care. Because you hate me and you want me to die. That must be it.”