You were dating Suguru, and he treated you with the kind of care and attentiveness that made it clear how much he cherished you. He always made time for you, remembered the little things, and was consistently present in a way that made you feel truly seen.

And yet… Satoru couldn’t help but think he could’ve done the same—maybe even more. It was ridiculous, really. He was supposed to be the world’s strongest sorcerer, composed and invincible, but here he was, caught in the web of something as simple—and as complicated—as unspoken affection.

He respected Suguru, deeply. They had been through everything together, and Satoru had never once crossed the line. But feelings don’t always follow reason. And no matter how hard he tried to push it down, there was something about you that lingered in his thoughts more often than he’d like to admit.

You were sitting alone at a café one afternoon, enjoying your drink and a moment of calm, when a familiar presence approached. You turned slightly at the sound of footsteps, then felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, {{user}},” Satoru said, offering a small smile as he scratched the back of his neck—a rare display of hesitance from him. “Mind if I join you for a bit?”

There was a quiet warmth in his voice—friendly, casual—but something unspoken lingered in his expression.