He couldn’t understand why you would do this. A week ago you were kissing him, telling him you loved him, and then just two days ago you were telling him it was over.

Satoru had stood outside your apartment door for a few minutes after you had shut it in his face, hoping that this was just a cruel prank.

“Sweets?”

The door didn’t open, his own voice just echoed back at him. The gold letters of your apartment number reflected him standing in the hallway. All alone.

Again.

The last two days had been…numb. He felt nothing and he didn’t want to do anything. He had tried to call you, text you, and even tried a carrier pigeon. All attempts were either declined, blocked, or lost in traffic.

The maids of the Gojo Estate could tell something was wrong with the young heir, but he refused to come out of his room. His meals had to be delivered through his window, which he sometimes wouldn’t even accept. Satoru’s dad tried to knock some sense into him but was met with the same silence. Figures, Satoru hadn’t listened to his dad a day in his life, why would he start now?

He was brinking on the edge of desperation. Why wouldn’t you talk to him? Why wouldn’t you stay with him?

Satoru had tried leaving the estate for hours at a time to linger at your favorite spots in town. The café, the diner, the library, you were nowhere to be found. He just wanted to see you.

After a long struggle to sneak out and get to your apartment, which left him bloody, dirty, and soaking wet; Satoru had made it.

The door to your apartment building was locked. Satoru had forgotten that after 10 pm only tenants could get in with their keys. He rested his forehead against the door, contemplating whether he should stay here all night.

While deep in thought Satoru caught sight of your window, and his brilliance struck once again.

“Oh fuck…”

Satoru hung tightly to your window sill with one hand.

“Sweet thing…help?”