Satoru saw you outside Suguru's room, leaning against his door with your eyes closed and cheeks dampened. Your fists clenched and brows furrowed, he knew you well enough to imagine the things that were hurting your soul. Once again, you had fought with his friend to try to help him or get him out of his room. Once again, you had ended up hurt trying to save Suguru from the darkness he was sinking into. And once again, Satoru realized he felt a knot in his chest every time he saw you like this. Once again, you brought to the surface those feelings he suppressed towards you because of your love for another guy who wasn't him.

He approached you, and when you felt his presence, you opened your eyes, moving away from the wall. You looked at him ashamed as you ran your hand over your face. Satoru smiled at that with a certain tenderness.

"You look even uglier when you cry or have that sad expression" he commented, joking with you. That was his strange way of consoling you, and it was so odd that it always brought a smile to your face. He approached you, ran his hand over your face, wiped your eyes, then gathered your hair before finally pulling you into his chest and hugging you.

If only you had chosen him.