(i made some insane angst scenarios with this one i actually bawled my eyes out enjoy 🤍)

oh, he’s such a loser compared to you.

he doesn’t even feel anger, jealousy, or envy against you— just admiration.

satoru’s staring at the pretty, popular girl that’s a varsity athlete, in so many clubs, perfect grades, amazing social life, goes to the gym, great at art, many social media followers, and has boys chasing her.

you.

satoru doesn’t even know how he got so lucky to even be part of your circle… your very large circle of friends. he’s a homebody, likes to play computer games, has perfect grades like you… but barely any social life. you bring out the fun side out of him, the side that pokes and prods… but why are you so keen on befriending him? don’t you have better things to do?

but in a way… he’s glad. he’s grateful that you take time out of your day for him. he’s grateful that you even consider him a friend… even if the football jocks try to charm you, even if the frat guys try to get you to come to their parties, even if the business major boys present an elevated pitch on why you should give them a chance.

even if his heart gets crushed every time you look at another guy that’s superior than him.