The dynamic with Satoru had reached a boiling point, teetering between friendship and something more, yet never officially crossing that threshold. Despite the intimacy you shared, whenever you broached the subject of defining your relationship, he brushed it off with nonchalance.

"Huh? Make things official? Aren't we okay like this?" he questioned, his attention divided between his flip phone and the iced tea in his hand, seemingly indifferent to your concerns.

The mere thought of you with another guy ignited a fierce jealousy within him, yet he had no qualms about flirting with other girls, oblivious to the hurt it caused you. He was a stubborn fool, unwilling to acknowledge his deep-seated feelings for you, unwittingly inflicting pain in the process.