there was no simple label to define your relationship with satoru.

it transcended the confines of partnership or mere friendship. you loved each other deeply, yet that love was too intricate, too vast, to be neatly categorized as 'being in a relationship.'

despite knowing your affection mirrored his own, a persistent unease gnawed at him whenever he saw you laughing with someone else.

what could possibly be so amusing? he'd wonder.

he found your cheerful nature, even though your heart bore the indelible mark of his name, oddly irritating.

with a drawn-out sigh, he closed the distance, his hand settling possessively on your waist. a smile played on his lips as he asked, "what's so funny?"