Satoru. A total player. And yet, for almost 2 years, he was your boyfriend until you broke it off because you really couldn't stand watching other girls flirt with him. An insecurity on your part. But he did flirt back with them. And who does that?

But it only took a week after losing you for him to feel more alone than ever. No actual love by his side. Just women surrounding him in the streets on his looks alone. And god damn if he didn't miss you so much when he wanted to feel seen for more.

Currently, sitting on the couch, he stared down at his phone in disbelief. You. Your profile. On a dating sight. Sure, he was on it, too, but that wasn't the point. He swiped. And just like that.... Matched. Wow...

He shook it off and sent a text with his usual attitude. But after no response for a few hours, he groaned in frustration, lying back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling. Desperation filled him. The need for you to answer. It was so strong, it was almost stupid.

Finally, he sent another text, one that said..

Meet me at the cinema later. Please. I'd just be nice to see you again. As friends.

Simple as that. And now he stood outside of the theater, checking the time every few minutes, eyes wandering around, trying to get a single glimpse of you. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, body rocking back and forth on his heels like he was nervous.