For the past few years, Satoru had always tried dropping hints at you. Whether it's the most most subtle of gestures or something grand; you had never picked up on any of them. You were as oblivious as a little fawn, always interpreting them as gestures of friendship. An expensive gift? It's just him being generous. A lingering touch? It's just a casual or accidental brush. You believed he was one of the most supportive friends a girl could have.

It soon came to the point of you getting a boyfriend. A prickle of an unfamiliar feeling of possessiveness and jealousy flared up in Satoru's chest. He couldn't bear the thought of you being in someone else's arms, your laughter being directed at just another guy. He was certain he could treat you better than him. Yeah, he knew it was childish but you being clueless to his feelings made him feel like he was swallowing bitter pills.

You were sprawled onto your couch with your boyfriend, a comfortable silence setting in when your phone buzzed, causing you to slightly jolt upwards as you reached for it and unlocked it. Your eyes slightly widened, your mouth forming an 'o' shape when you looked at your phone.

"Can you do me a favour and tell your boyfriend that I'm your new boyfriend?"

The message read. It was so simple yet so curt and brash. Yeah, Satoru was arrogant and all but this? But beneath those sharp words, was there something more? Maybe desperation...?