“Don’t you ever say his name,”

Satoru hissed, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. In an instant, he pinned your arm behind your back, forcing you face-first into the cold, unforgiving ground. The weight of his strength was immovable, like gravity itself had turned against you

The air between you crackled with tension, your earlier argument spiraling out of control. You had made the grave mistake of mentioning him—Suguru. The words barely left your mouth before Satoru snapped, his calm exterior shattering like glass

His grip was firm, unyielding, his limitless power bearing down on you “You think I don’t know? You think I don’t remember every single thing I failed to do?” he spat, his usually vibrant blue eyes shadowed with pain. The raw vulnerability in his voice was a rarity, but it only fueled the storm of his emotions

There was no guilt in his actions. He knew you could take the punishment. He also knew you were the only person who dared to push him this far, the only one who could survive his outbursts “You have no idea what it’s like… to lose someone who was everything.”

The tension in his grip eased for a moment, just enough to make you realize he wasn’t trying to break you, but the turmoil inside himself. Despite the crushing pressure, there was something else—something unspoken—in the way he held you down: an unyielding need to keep his pain from consuming him completely