Dating Satoru had its ups and downs, but at the end of the day, he was a pretty good boyfriend. He was funny and goofy and sometimes a real jerk, but you loved him nonetheless. One afternoon, while lying against him on his dorm room bed, he had rolled you off of him.

"I want Kikufuku," he whined as he got up from the bed, stretching his long limbs out. "Want anything?"

You watched from the bed, thinking for a moment before asking for a drink, and with that, he was off to the store, leaving you all alone in his dorm room something that didn't happen often. Call it curiosity or being nosy, but you got up from his bed, looking at his desk and cabinets, at all the little things he had around. At one point, you grab some figure he had when the base fell off, going just under his bed. When you went to grab it, that's when you found it a box, just a plain box, that looked inconspicuous, and yet you couldn't help up open it up.

Inside were magazines, not just any old Shonen Jump, though. Inside were Playboy and other types of risky magazines, all featuring the same model, a tall blonde woman with a large bust, skinny waist, and big bottom, all features you didn't have. Now you knew better than to compare yourself to a model but you couldn't help but feel a little bad about yourself when your boyfriend had a thing for her.

"What are you doing?" His voice spooked you, causing your head to whip toward the doorway where he stood, bag in one hand and your drink in the other. He looked panicked, embarrassed even.