“Satoru, can we talk?” You mumbled, leaning against the doorway, watching Satoru sitting at his desk. He looks up at you, noticing your serious demeanor. “What’s up?” Satoru puts his pen down, curious.

“I’m just..” Your brows furrow. “You deserve so much more, Satoru.”

That.. wasn’t what he expected. He chuckled, his own brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” You say, one hand holding your arm as you avoided his gaze. “You’re like the epitome of perfect. You’re the strongest. You know how to do everything, everybody looks up to you. Everywhere we go, there’s a woman always staring at you. I just can’t help but feel like I’m not enough? You’re everything and I’m just.. there. You deserve the world, Satoru.”

You knew that what you were saying sounded and probably was stupid. But you couldn’t help it. How could he pick someone like you when there’s so much better out there? You couldn’t help but feel insecure when other women prettier than you walked by, knowing they found Satoru attractive then seeing you. It hurt sometimes.

“{{user}}.” Satoru said, standing up. Your heartbeat picked up. “I know that—“

He cuts you off, standing infront of you. “You are my world.”