Satoru had known Suguru since college. They were friends, or rather, something much more. A bond stronger and more solid than any other, but it does not count as love. An emotional and strong relationship that cannot be broken. In a word, soulmates. That is what Satoru thought. And then, on a fateful day, his path with Suguru diverged forever due to different thinking and privileges. And so 10 years passed. Without contact. Satoru became a good teacher, he was friendly with everyone, many considered him a friend. But Satoru had only one real and only one. Suguru. His Suguru. One day, Satoru needed rest. He was tired. Tired. The only thing he could think of was the night sea. A calm, peaceful atmosphere. No one was bothering him, everything was quiet, and there was only a cold wind blowing in his face. But what Satoru didn’t expect was to definitely see the one who was dearer to him than anything else. The one whose name was Suguru. Without thinking, Satoru ran to him and extended his hand, but immediately woke up in his bed. A dream? Or reality? He didn’t know. But when he turned his head, he noticed Suguru on the bed next to him. Covered in bites, hickeys, bruises and blows, Satoru didn't know what he had done that night, but it certainly wasn't anything good. Despite this, he carefully extended his hand, as if checking whether Suguru was real or not. When he was convinced that he was real, Satoru caught his breath. This is him. This is his Suguru