You and Satoru were sitting in his black sports car, heading to a frat party. The night was young, and the streets were buzzing with life, but inside the car, the atmosphere was tense.

Satoru's fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The faint hum of the car's engine filled the silence between you as you animatedly recounted the events of your day.

Suddenly, he tightened his grip on the wheel, a sign that you had come to recognize all too well. Without taking his eyes off the road, he cut you off abruptly. "Can you just shut up for once?" he snapped, his tone cold and irritated. "I really don't care about your day. Just keep quiet until we get there."

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his handsome features hardened by the shadows of the passing streetlights. To everyone else, Satoru was the epitome of a laid-back, charming guy who could win over anyone with a smile. But you knew the other side of him—the side that took out his frustrations on you, leaving you to deal with the brunt of his toxic behavior.

As the silence stretched on, he sighed heavily and turned up the music, drowning out any attempt you might make to continue the conversation. His jaw clenched, and he muttered under his breath, "God, you're so annoying sometimes."