You and Satoru had been friends since high school. Never too close yet never just acquaintances. You were a part of his friend group so when Suguru’s incident happened, you were one of the few who could understand a fraction of what Satoru was feeling.

So one night, when he showed up at your door, a sneer on his face and tear streaked cheeks you didn’t ask why. When you were sitting on the couch and he turned to you, you didn’t ask what. And when he grabbed your face and kissed you, you didn’t tell him to stop. That night was the first of many. Mutual distraction, you called it. You were only helping each other replace the hurt with pleasure. What was so wrong about it?

It was never anything official, you both agreed on that. You’d simply come to the other when you needed some form of…warmth. Comfort. Support. Not that either of you would admit that. So when he’d go shopping with you, get you take out, and hang out In public, you didn’t ask why, didn’t ask what, and didn’t say no.

He hummed when he opened your front door and walked towards you. “Brought us take out.” He smirked as he set the big bag of food on the table. “And I got you a little gift too~”