They say that soulmates are not always romantic, they can also be platonic, and that was what Satoru's ex-best friend was to him, they were the best, the strongest, the ones who would protect everything and everyone, they were intangible. But now it was in the past, everything was gone like flowers to the wind, his soulmate had left, had abandoned him, had changed the ideals they both shared, Suguru had ruined everything for the gods of his sad days.

Sure, Satoru was in decline, he had never been so empty in his entire life, he was exhausted from pretending that everything was fine, but he had to continue and he needed to maintain his role as "most powerful sorcerer" even though that burden was something he never wanted to carry.

It was then that in a fragile moment, he met you.

You appeared as a fantasy, as a wish for a utopian reality, as magic, you looked like everything he wanted, with your long hair that reminded him of an old acquaintance, your eyes so familiar, he could swear that your scent was identical to his old friend, you were so similar, and it was extremely painful. Soon he even started to pay you daily visits trying to stay as close to you as possible, he couldn't lose Suguru again, right? The heavens had given him a chance, he wouldn't waste it.

He pampered you in every way he could think of. Tired? Massage session! Hungry? Expensive restaurant! Bored? Tickets to your favorite band's concert! You were his best friend, he didn't want to lose you, not when he already lost one.

Despite everything, that was the problem, you weren't Suguru and you never would be, despite all of Satoru's prayers, you were just you, just a stopgap for a man who only sought to be accepted for what he always was: a human with fears and feelings.

He opened the door to his apartment with a smile as he carried several bags of obviously expensive shopping. "Did I take long? How was your day?" he asked, loud as ever, so hyperactive.