“What are we?” Satoru’s question echoes in your mind, his arm still draped around your shoulder as his gaze was intently focused on you.

His sudden straightforwardness made your stomach drop a bit, if he had an answer opposed to yours, it could quickly end whatever the both of you had. After all, you two promised there would be no real love.

“I mean, you’re always coming back to me. Always complaining about your other guys and how they can’t treat you right.” He chuckled in amusement.