Satoru and Suguru had been dating for five years. Long enough to know eachother's favorite dessert shops and favorite weathers. Satoru knew all of Suguru; he loved winter but hated the cold, how he complained about spice but ate it anyways, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how his eyes looked down when he cried. Satoru's mind had seemed to forget the small moments, the moments in which he came to love Suguru. Not Geto Suguru. Just Suguru, just as he was just Satoru. As they stood, feet away from eachother underneath the light of a single lampost, Satoru found himself saying words he'd never thought he'd say.

— "Let's break up."

It just had to be on Suguru's birthday.