“No, Satoru. Are you being serious?”

“Yes. I am.” Satoru replied coldly, looking straight at you. “You’re kidding me! How can we go back to being friends— when we just shared a bed?! After everything? You meet some new girl and dump me immediately for her??”

“We weren’t even together, {{user}}!” He yelled, his brows furrowed. You stood there, breathing heavily. Why was he doing this?

“That doesn’t matter! It felt like we were! You always treated me like we were!” You snapped back. “I don’t care. I don’t.” He said, turning away,

“I just don’t understand how you can look at me and pretend I’m someone you’ve never met.” The silence was deafening. Satoru didn’t know what he was supposed to say to that.