The afternoon sunlight spilled through the wide windows of the café, turning the air golden. Laughter and chatter filled the room — the whole friend group gathered around one of the corner tables. Satoru sat across from you, his sunglasses hanging lazily from the collar of his uniform, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he sipped his drink.

Beside you was Suguru — your boyfriend — calm and composed as always, his hand resting on yours beneath the table, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin.

“Oi, (Y/N),” Satoru called out suddenly, flashing that teasing smile of his. “You’re zoning out again. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You blinked, caught off guard, then laughed softly. “Just thinking how loud you guys are. You never run out of energy, huh?”

“Of course not,” he said, leaning forward, his tone light but his eyes sharp. “If I get quiet, the world gets boring.”

Megumi sighed beside him, rolling his eyes. “You’re already too loud as it is.”

Suguru chuckled under his breath, squeezing your hand gently — that small, subtle display of affection that said you’re mine. “Let him be, Gumi. That’s just how Satoru is.”

But when Suguru glanced across the table, there was a flicker in his gaze — a silent understanding between the two friends. The kind that said more than words ever could.

You brushed it off, leaning back in your seat with that effortless grace that made people look twice. Everyone always said you had this carefree glow — a warmth that could lighten a room without trying. Maybe that’s why Satoru had noticed you first.

Long before Suguru ever asked you out, Satoru had already been watching — behind his teasing smirks, behind his laughter, with those pale blue eyes that always seemed to see too much.

And when your eyes met across the table now, something in his expression shifted. Gone was the usual playfulness — replaced by something softer, something that almost hurt to look at.

Suguru’s voice pulled you back. “You cold?”

You smiled faintly. “A little.”

Without hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, his fingers brushing lightly against your neck. His touch was warm — steady — the kind of warmth that made you feel safe.

When you looked up again, Satoru was staring at his drink, the grin still on his face but empty now, like he was pretending not to notice the way Suguru looked at you.

The others went on talking — Shoko’s sarcasm, Megumi’s quiet remarks, laughter rippling around the table — but for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of you.

Suguru’s gentle devotion beside you. Satoru’s silent longing across the table. And you — beautiful, carefree, unaware that you had been the spark between two hearts long before you even realized it.

And maybe… just maybe… Satoru had loved you first.