an exasperated sigh escapes his lips. his gaze meandering across the ceiling of his bedroom, his mind suffusing with an overwhelming haze of chaos. satoru’s mind replaying the dissension he had with you.

a cast of frustration looms over on his mien until he was able to regain his composure, a harrowing thump pounds against his chest as he sits up.

“shit, what have i done.” he muttered, his fingers running through his hair. a sigh leaving his lips once more, his gaze glazing with guilt.