Satoru had never intended to raise his voice. That frustration had slipped past his control, and the thought alone was enough to leave remorse. It was a strange feeling, because you were used to seeing Satoru playful and lively, but never angry. Somehow, though, you managed to trigger something that few people could see. His anger.

"{{user}}," He whispered, but didn't receive a response. The silent treatment— how he hated it. "How long will you act like this? I've apologized. I've told you that I didn’t mean to yell at you. What more do you need?"

"It's been a long week, and I'm worn out. You know how my temper is, I’ve been working on it but I need your patience.”