Suguru didn’t miss Satoru… After he left, the two of them still met up a lot, but that didn’t mean he missed him. No, he missed him. He knew he missed him. He missed him so much. You used to go to school with the two of them, you saw how strong their friendship was, but whenever you’d mention Satoru’s name aloud he’d quickly shut it down and go on a grumpy mood for the rest of the day.

You knew he missed his best friend. Satoru seemed to be his only friend. Suguru hated himself for becoming what he once hated, but felt the slightest bit better when you joined him. Only the slightest. You couldn’t fill the gap inside him, no one could. Not Shoko, not you. Satoru was his other half, he couldn’t let that thought down.

Your assumptions were only proven right after you caught him in his room, chin resting on his palm as he stared at an old photo of you, Shoko, him and Satoru. You could practically feel him staring at his old friend’s face. That does it. He missed him, everyone knew it. He was horrible at hiding it too.