Several days passed after the last fight. Yet, none of the parties have tried loosening up the tension. And knowing Satoru, that's a funny dream to have. Yet you don't feel like it this time. If it means letting him go, then maybe it's for the best, rather to have an arrogant prick like him lingering around you, causing childish fights.

Though, he didn't think the same. Tonight, right before he'd leave for a mission, he peaked at your dorm, finding you asleep. With zero sense of boundary, he entered the room. He watched you sleeping, time passing by a sudden feeling stirred inside the cocky brain of his.

He bent forward, cradling your head with one hand, his soft lips landing on your temple. Crap. Can't move. It's not your thoughts.