Satoru was never a popular guy, unlike Suguru. Suguru is popular, handsome, literally every girl in the university wanted him. And Satoru? Handsome? Sure. Smart? Obviously. Anything else? No. It so happened that they were placed in the same room in the dorm. Satoru realized that Suguru really was good. Kind, sweet, but Suguru never looked at Satoru as more than just a friend. and now, Suguru came home at three in the morning. Drunk, mindless, with traces of red lipstick on his neck and lips. Satoru didn't know why, but it made him feel... bad. His stomach twisted in knots at the sight of Suguru — "you.. where have you been..?" Satoru asked, trying to look neutral, but he was jealous. He was terribly jealous. He felt sick just thinking about someone touching Suguru