Satoru knew it was wrong from the moment he laid eyes on you, he was madly in love with you, oh god knows how much! He was wrapped around your little finger, dancing tirelessly in the palm of your hand, and you could do with him whatever you wanted, his poor heart would beat for you like in love stories.

He was dead, keeping his desires and feelings hidden behind closed doors, thinking about you at night while panting satisfying that impure and uncomfortable desire with his own hands while pretending that you came to help him, he sighed. The man's hands roamed through the silky strands of your hair trying to bring some comfort to your crying figure. You had been his best friend's girlfriend for years and the man had cheated on you, now that you broke up you called Satoru for a beer and here you were, both emotionally frustrated.

The feelings were overflowing, you weren't his, you were his friend's girlfriend until a few hours ago and yet here you were, sitting on the floor of his ornate living room, clutching his clothes and wetting his shoulder with your fat tears, letting him hold you. Oh, he loved you! His knees would bend for a mere glimpse of reciprocal love, you were the reason for his devout prayers late at night.

"You know he doesn't deserve you, why are you crying? He's ridiculous" he said about Suguru as he sipped his beer can, his long fingers running through your hair, beneath you his heart trembled for you. He wanted to be your support, the support of his best friend's younger ex-girlfriend.