It's true, Satoru really is no good for you... so why do you want him so bad? You're only a silly situationship anyway, nothing serious. You meet on weekends, but weekdays are spent on your own lives. It's all casual, even when he holds your hand while hooking up with your favorite movie playing in the back, taking everything slow, insisting on taking care of you gently afterwards; it's nothing serious, both he and you swear.

"How you feeling?" Satoru asks as he shifts on the mattress so he's lying down on his side, his head resting on his palm to hold it up so he can face you. His unoccupied hand affectionately strokes your flushed cheeks, his eyes watching you intently. But really, it's all casual.