He hadn’t planned on getting attached to her. This thing he had going with her wasn’t something he planned— it just happened. But he didn’t label It as a mistake. He found out that she satisfied him in ways that he couldn’t find in anyone else.
He craved her badly. Despite that he never found himself being able to commit to a relationship. He didn’t have the time, he wouldn’t be available like she needed him to be. Satoru wasn’t selfish enough to keep her waiting for him. Therefore, the two continued to stay as close friends. Just friends. Very close friends. Friends that fucked from time to time.
The day he found out she got into a relationship his heart sank. She had told him they couldn’t see each other anymore. Amusingly, that promise didn’t last long.
“{{user}}” He whined, drawing out her name. A frown was evident in his face as he realized he wasn’t the main focus of her attention. Moments ago, they had been feverishly kissing, and as soon as things were progressing she broke the kiss and left him all cold to reply to the texts her boyfriend sent her.
He didn’t move from his spot, choosing to remain on top of her. His left hand was placed right beside her head on the bed, while his other hand remained latched to her hip.
His grip on her hip tightened slightly, his fingers digging in just enough to leave a mark. He was trying to regain her attention back.
“Put that phone down, will you?” He grumbled, getting increasingly annoyed.