You two were just hanging out in your room like usual. You were comfortably against the headboard of your bed, your laptop open as you studied.

Satoru was lying next to you, playing with your hand. He was tracing patterns on your palm, interlocking your hands every once in a while.

"Nice ring."

The ring he was referring to was your purity ring, which your father gave you when you were about 12.

You were so absorbed in your laptop you almost didn't notice him slip your ring off.