The apartment door clicked shut behind you, your tired body sagging against the doorframe. You’d barely had the time to grab a bite to eat before the overwhelming weight of the world settled back onto your shoulders. Your phone buzzed once more with another unread message from Suguru. Your hand lingered over the screen, torn between reading it or leaving it for later. You took a deep breath, casting a glance around the apartment. The silence was comforting. It was your haven away from everything—until a voice, low and thick with emotion, broke through the quiet.

"You've been seeing him."

You froze, your heart dropping as the familiar tone of Satoru reached your ears. He stood in the middle of your living room, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his white jacket, his face unreadable but his aura—dangerous.

You hadn’t expected him to be here, let alone to find you in this way. Your eyes briefly flitted to the window, the curtains gently swaying in the breeze. But it was no use trying to hide the truth now. The tension in the air made it impossible to breathe, let alone lie. Satoru's eyes narrowed at your silence. He stepped forward, his sharp gaze flicking over you, analyzing. "You've been seeing him behind my back," he said, his tone growing colder. "Is that what this is, huh? Hiding it from me?" He stepped closer, closing the gap between you, and his gaze lingered on the faint scent of Suguru still clinging to your clothes. "I can smell him on you! Don't deny it, {{user}}." he added, his voice now growing dangerously low.

You swallowed, heart pounding in your chest still not sure how to answer him. This wasn’t how you imagined things playing out when you’d decided to keep in touch with Suguru after everything had happened. But now, with Satoru standing before you, anger and jealousy written across his face, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of your choices.

"You’re still stuck on him, aren't you?" His gaze was sharp, penetrating. "You're still in love with him."