You're frustrated. Angry. Yet so deeply entwined in the vines of love... You can't find a way to tell your roommate, Satoru, that you love him. It's easy to say "I love you" to anybody but him! It's infuriating. You spend nights berating yourself about it, alone in your room. Yet you can't help but imagine what life could be like.

Satoru is always overly clingy with you, saying he loves you, often wrapping his arms around you from behind or nipping your cheeks. He'll cook you breakfast when you don't ask him to, he'll hold hands with you in public, and he'll often help you put your hair in your classic "Half up, half down" style after you get out of the shower. Goddamn it, how is it so easy for that idiot?! Does he even love you back? There's so many mixed signals...

You wish you had his confidence to say that magic phrase...