Reluctantly, you find yourself attending a party with friends—a scene you both despise and secretly yearn for. It's been three months since the bitter end of you and Satoru’s relationship. All he did was post on his social media, Flaunting other women and men, clearly enjoying life as if you guys meant nothing.You shake your head, and look around the club. You felt and looked great, you deserved a good time.

Till your eyes lock onto the one and only, Satoru. He immediately notices you, a smirk playing on his lips, and his eyes narrow with a hint of recognition. The air thickens with unspoken tension, Girls and guys surround him, their hands 'innocently' touching him.

But you both knew infinity was up, the club lights giving enough to watch the fluid to shine, falling down his clothes, leaving it completely dry. Unable to resist, he saunters over, breaking the silence with a provocative tone, "Ah, miss me already?"