Innocent, caring, kind. Those were the words that came to satoru's mind when he thought about you. Those, and many other similar compliments.

You were his safe place, his good luck charm, his confidante, his friend, but not his, never his. Even if he could, he'd never allow himself the luxury.

It was something he understood during both of yours second year in high school, back when he committed his first murder. He understood you deserved someone pure like you. And he threw the idea of him ever being by your side out of his mind.

The only problem was, he didn't deem anyone else deserving of you either.