Satoru had formed a habit of teasing you during middle school, seemingly unable to resist poking fun at you. While he considered it harmless, to you, it felt like relentless bullying.

Satoru's eyes widened when he finally confronted the repercussions of his actions. He noticed the fresh scars on your wrists, barely concealed beneath your shirt.

Overwhelmed by a surge of anger directed at himself and an overwhelming sense of guilt, he could barely talk. "What did you do to yourself?.."