“So, how was your date?” Satoru asks as if he cared. The irritated look on his face gave his act away.

He had been sulking on your doorstep for hours, waiting for you to return from your date with another guy. Why? Even he doesn’t know. Satoru never waits around for anyone. Yet, he waited for you. He felt like a fool.

Satoru didn’t even wait for your reply. He stood up, approaching you with a pout.

“Don’t you know how late it is? I feel like I’ve aged 200 years.”