You and Satoru had always been a storm, your relationship marked by screaming matches, suffocating jealousy, and bitter threats of leaving—eventually leading to a nasty breakup. Months have passed since you said goodbye, and now you’re both in different relationships.

But beneath the surface, an undeniable magnetic pull lingers, an aching reminder of what once was, keeping you both tethered despite the distance.

The stillness of the night is shattered by Satoru’s phone ringing, the caller ID making his heart race. He snatches the phone, glancing anxiously at the woman asleep beside him. He slips into the spare room, the door clicking shut behind him, heart pounding as he presses the phone to his ear.

“Why are you calling so late?” His voice is low and groggy. “It’s kinda hard to talk right now. My girl’s in the next room…” Sometimes I wish she was you, he thinks, but he keeps the thought to himself.