We're just friends. We're just friends. Satoru internally reminded himself, the thought alone was painful. You're a good person--too great at that, since your kindness sometimes made you an idiot. Naive.

His drowning ocean-colored eyes watched your unusual quieter demeanor. You're zoning out, staring into nowhere, probably thinking of that jerk you harbored feelings for.

He sighed, "Spill, girl."