The rain whips on his face, causing Suguru’s long black hair to stick disgustingly to his face. His hands are hidden in his pockets while the empty - only for Satoru - eyes look forward and express nothing. The crowd walks past them, the shoulders push tall bodies, only more annoying.

“Don’t say a word,” Suguru, as if anticipating, interrupted a flurry of questions, studying as if finally, the blue eyes that became native, always hidden under the damn glasses that Suguru hates so much. Suguru loves his eyes. Silently, silently.

“I don’t want to be here with you. I don’t want to. I'm going to leave. I have my own life path.”